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This art is from a Ratiorine fic I'm working on. It's currently 33 chapters long, available on Ao3 in English and Spanish and it's title is 'Before Sunrise'. The story tells of the changes in the life of Ratio, a solitary and hermit nobleman who one day decides to buy a slave on the street.
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MORNING TRANQUIL. . .ᐟ — aventurine.
—✩ content: established relationship, reader is gender-neutral, implied suggestive content, tooth-rotting fluff, one mention of aventurine's real name.
—✩ author's note: i had a sudden whim to write for aventurine so here we are.
Everytime you open your eyes, the scene before you never fails to take your breath away. Before you laid your partner; Aventurine. The infamous gambler is known for his insane luck, being able to emerge victorious no matter how futile the situation was.
He is also known for his charismatic, words overly-coated in sugar with honey constantly dripping from his lips. It was thanks to him that the IPC was able to secure Penacony after what he had gone through. No words could describe how relief you felt when you saw him standing before your doorstep, flashing you a genuine smile.
You adjusted your position, pulling the sheets up to cover more of your body from the air-conditioner blowing cold wind at you. Your eyes never left his serene state the entire time, almost as if you were entranced by how he looks. His eyes were closed and lips were slightly parted. Aventurine has one hand placed underneath the pillow while the other was resting on his stomach that was exposed due to his silky pajamas being lifted up.
With a sudden temptation to reach out and caress his cheek, you obliged and reached out your hand, only to be stopped halfway. Aventurine’s eyelids fluttered, granting you the privilege of witnessing how pure love and adoration filled his amber eyes the moment they landed on you. The corners of his lips curled up in a sleepy smile, the hand previously resting underneath his pillow snaking its way forward to grab yours and smoothly intertwined your fingers together.
“Good morning,” he softly greeted you.
“Good morning, did you sleep well?”
You smiled, now moving even closer. His body moved automatically, allowing you to snuggle against his chest as he wrapped his free arm around your figure, pulling you as close as possible. You rested your head on where his heart was, listening to the steady and comforting beat of his heart. Aventurine chuckled; the sound making echoes ripple through his body as he ran his hand through your hair.
“Yes, although I was awakened due to a certain someone staring at me,” he teased, nothing but fondness in his voice.
You huffed, fingers idly tracing circles on his bare skin that was exposed by his pajamas. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. Anyway, shouldn’t you be getting up for work now? I’m sure you’re needed for today.”
Your lover merely hums and rests his chin on top of your head, grip around your figure tightening slightly. “Nope, I took today off so we can spend the whole day in bed, if that’s what you wish.”
Shivers ran down your spine when you felt his finger teasingly sliding underneath your shirt, moving upward. You quickly pulled his hand out, causing a pout to form on his face. You rolled your eyes, allowing him to untangle his fingers from yours.
“No Kakavasha, we can just spend our morning like this. No funny business, do you hear me?” You arched an eyebrow.
“Fine, if that’s what my beloved says. We should get more sleep since we don’t have anything better to do,” he sighed, grinning ear to ear when you agreed.
Your muscles instinctively relaxed as you soon fell asleep and it didn’t take Aventurine long to follow suit, joining you in the land of dreams.
quick doodles of domestic modern au sillies
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how to grow the fuck up
cat parents | dr. ratio & aventurine
!! polyamory !!
caritas, poker, and snuggle.
anyone could tell who named what cat, and which cat cake was who's favorite.
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caritas was veritas' favorite, the name being an old language word meaning ' love ' although he wouldn't really admit to it. he'd told you that the cat's original name - or rather, it's classification, was lambda's friend, with blue skin and black and white filling. but the cat cake had a little gold flower on the side of it's head, too, which reminded him of himself.
caritas loves to chat with the other cat cakes. its the kind of cat that makes friends with other really quickly, so it's always chatting with poker and snuggle about something throughout the day. their conversations can range from anything about how warm the bed is to the best spot in the living room to see the three of their owners dancing together in the kitchen with music while you were trying to make dinner.
ratio absolutely loved to note down their conversations whenever present. it surprised him that such a creature was so articulate, even able to properly express its desires. he'd concluded that the cat cakes had the intelligence of a young toddler with a rudimentary but understandable grasp on language. you and aventurine liked to tease him sometimes for treating the cat cakes as children sometimes, trying to teach them as a parent would, although this was something that ratio would deny wholeheartedly.
" they are an interesting new species. they are ruan mei's creations, and yet she doesn't seem to understand their full potential. i believe it's imperative that we study them and possibly teach them things they otherwise wouldn't know without our interventions, " ratio reasoned, while he was holding the little cat cake, cradling it like it was something precious to him.
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poker was aventurine's, the name coming from one of his favorite card games to play, even though he rationalized it by saying that the cat was particularly swatty and liked to cause trouble by batting at things off of the edge of tables. " it likes to poke things until it drops off of the table, so the name poker makes sense, doesn't it ? " yeah, okay aventurine, whatever you say.
poker loved to meow in the dead of night and startle everyone out of sleep in the most inopportune times. ratio has a lecture early in the morning for the intelligentsia guild ? poker is making it's boredom everyone's problem. aventurine has a meeting with the other stonehearts ? oh boy, poker is right there sitting on his face meowing incessantly. if you've got something important to do, well, sorry to say you won't be getting very much sleep that night no matter how early you go to bed. it was bratty, sure, but it was ultimately just an average grey cat cake with nothing special about it, and seemed to have an overwhelming fear of being left alone.
no matter how annoying the cat cake was being that particular night, there was only one way to stop it from meowing. of course, ratio tried to reprimand it and teach it other ways to relieve its boredom at night, but nothing proved effective. you would just try to get it to calm down by playing with it for a little while, but that really only worked until you left it alone, and then it went right back to meowing. aventurine, however, had the magic touch. he would grab the cat cake and bring it into bed, and he would just.. talk to it. in a quiet voice, just chatting about whatever popped up into his head. he'd talk for an hour or more. sometimes it was about sigonia, sometimes it was about his job as a stoneheart. sometimes it was just different gambles and how he ended up winning them.
" so, of course, i had to prove that i was much more than he gave me credit for, " aventurine had been yapping for about an hour now, when he looked down at the cat cake in his arms and realized that it was sound asleep, purring against his chest. " ah, looks like i've done it again. you're welcome, you two. "
" thank you, 'churine, " you mumbled, half asleep as you leaned over to him and pressed a kiss on his cheek, your head falling back down to rest on his shoulder, already falling back asleep. ratio didn't say anything, and when aventurine looked over at him, he couldn't help but smile. he'd put ratio asleep while just chatting, too.
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snuggle was your trash cake cat, and there was really no deeper meaning behind the name. it was a snuggly cat, and loved attention. loved anyone and everyone who was willing to give it attention. sometimes you would wake up with it resting on your chest, sometimes you would see ratio lazily carrying snuggle around, and other times aventurine was playing with it making it chase a feather around. snuggle was the attention whore of the trio.
snuggle loved to follow you wherever you walked, especially to the bathroom. whether you were getting ready for the day or just trying to spend a few minutes doing human business, you had a pair of eyes watching over your ever move, making sure that you were never far from its sight, almost like it was protective over you. you couldn't help but compare it to your two partners, lord knows how often they were checking up on you in their own ways. ratio wasn't afraid of shooting you a text whenever he had a free moment while you were away to make sure you were okay, and aventurine was constantly on the phone with you through his headpiece.
" snuggle, i'm just going to the bathroom ! it's okay, really- " you gently protested, earning a small mew from the cat cake as it followed behind you into the bathroom, sitting patiently at the doorway, waiting for you to get finished with your business.
" hey, darling, i'm home from work ~ guess who i dragged back home with me after his lecture. " aventurine called out for you almost immediately, followed by the quieter voice of ratio announcing his presence as well.
you rolled your eyes at your partners immediately calling for you, your heart swelling with love for them, washing your hands as you walked out of the bathroom, snuggle hot on your tracks. " welcome back, guys. all of the cat cakes have been taken care of, and i started dinner. "
" thank you, i'm sure dinner will be pleasant as always, " veritas hummed, his briefcase still in his hand as he leaned down to kiss you on your lips.
" what would we do without you ? " aventurine weaseled his way in between you two, mostly because he also wanted to get his after work love from you.
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a chatty cat cake with more intelligence that it originally seemed, a cat cake that needed to be calmed down when everyone left it alone with its thoughts, and a protective cat cake that enjoyed attention and making sure that those around it was okay.
maybe these were the perfect cat cakes for you three.
i know the sane assumption is that aventurine was hallucinating but i dont know. something about a baby running around the dreamscape is funny.
LOVER IS A DAY
"𝘍𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸- 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐'𝘮 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘺."
Synopsis: In the stillness of the night, Aventurine's voice breaks through the quiet as he calls, searching for someone to talk to. Maybe he needs comfort, maybe he's chasing away the loneliness, or maybe, without realizing it, he's answering a quiet ache he can't put into words. Genre: Reverse comfort, fluff, slight angst if you squint Character: Aventurine x gn!Therapist!reader Warnings: Unspoken tension, he's pinning but he's lowkey oblivious to it. Reader is a therapist but may include inaccurate information of being one. More focused on Aventurine's pov, slight depressing themes, a lot of self-doubts with himself :( Silly guy deserves some love from all that trauma omg A/N: This was inspired by an Aventurine bot from @/beebleblamblop! [masterlist] [about me]
Aventurine, a recent client of yours, has proven to be a puzzle. Not that he’s rude; in fact, he carries an air of politeness and calmness when he’s with you. Yet the walls he constructs, along with the half-truths and subtle lies he offers, make your attempts to connect feel painfully elusive.
You see the good in him, despite the conflicting opinions his colleagues seem to hold. But does he share that view of himself?
Perhaps not as much as he should.
“What? With my sparkling personality, handsome face, and overflowing bank account? I’d say everyone’s eager for a piece of me,” he quips, a bitter chuckle lacing his words. You choose not to comment on that.
He often claims that your sessions are boring, pointless, and draining— whatever dismissive phrase he conjures up.
So why, then, is he fixated on the digits of your phone number, neatly printed on that little card?
His thumb glided over the small indents of the number, tracing the letters of your name that accompanied it. To him, the card is bland and uninspired. He wonders if your workplace should consider hiring a better graphic designer to create something warmer and more inviting— after all, who wants to feel driven away before they even step through the door?
Yeah, that’s definitely a suggestion he plans to bring up during his next session with you.
But why is he thinking about you?
For someone who insists that the time he spends with you is pointless, his mind certainly seems preoccupied with thoughts of you more often than he’d like to admit.
The sessions he spends with you often leave him feeling unsettled. When you look at him with a gentle gaze in response to his confessions, things he believes should never be considered “normal”, it twists something deep within his stomach. Instead of rolling your eyes or narrowing them in disdain, you meet him with understanding, and that disarms him.
To complicate matters further, your sessions defy the rigidity typical of therapy. Conversations with you flow naturally, smoothly, and surprisingly, they feel relaxing. He can voice his thoughts and express his opinions freely, without the nagging fear that the walls have ears or the lights have eyes.
It shakes him to his core.
It’s unsettling, nauseating, utterly revolting.
Each time you look at him, he feels as if you’re dissecting him, peeling back the layers of his facade with a gentle precision that leaves him exposed. It’s an intimacy that makes him feel painfully vulnerable.
Should he call you?
It’s a thought that has lingered in his mind for a while. Each digit on the card sends a thump echoing in his chest.
He reclines against the pillow, allowing the moonlight to cast a soft glow over the logo of your workplace. The light creeps toward your name and number. Is the moon guiding him toward a decision he’s been too hesitant to make?
He despises the dark at times, yet there’s a strange comfort in the moon’s presence.
In the shadows, he can’t see where his enemies lie hidden; he can’t discern which card he’s holding or where the dice will land. He struggles to see himself.
And perhaps it’s a sign when his phone suddenly illuminates the darkness of his room. It’s so late— why are his colleagues still disturbing him?
He stretches out his hand to grab his phone from the bedside table, wincing slightly as the light pierces through his bleary eyes. Fumbling with the device, he squints until he finally manages to lower the brightness.
“Aventurine, have you finished reading the reports?”
“Aventurine, there’s a meeting with all the Stonehearts tomorrow.”
“Aventurine, Madam Jade is requesting your presence for next week’s mission.”
Aventurine, Aventurine, Aventurine, Aventurine, Aventurine—
He’s always been the reliable one, but can he ever truly rely on anyone else?
His thoughts drift back to you.
Could he depend on you?
No, that feels selfish.
Should he call you?
No, you’re probably asleep.
But—
I feel like talking to someone.
I want to talk to someone.
“My mind’s a mess…” he mutters, rubbing his tired eyes. In this foggy state, he doesn’t even realize his fingers are dialing your number, the beeps sounding softly until your raspy voice cuts through the silence.
“Who the hell is calling me this late— hello?”
He stifles a laugh at your grumpy tone, finding your reaction unexpectedly entertaining. “So, I take it I woke you up?”
“Huh?”
A brief silence hangs in the air, and he contemplates hanging up, thinking he should leave a sheepish apology for disturbing you. But then again, maybe he’s not that sorry.
“Is this… Is this Mr. Aventurine?” you mumble, still half-asleep.
He scoffs playfully, raising an eyebrow. “Mr.? Really? Do you have to be all professional even in a situation like this?” He huffs, feeling a smirk tug at his lips. “And yeah, it’s me. Surprised?” He chuckles as he settles back against the bed.
“Why did you call me so late? And how did you get my number? Ah— wait, you’re in the IPC; it’s easy for you to acquire information…” He can almost hear you sigh, likely pinching the bridge of your nose in exasperation. Then, he blinks as he catches an inaudible noise from your end, followed by the sound of sheets rustling, and suddenly you seem to panic.
“Wait— are you alright? Is something troubling you? Why did you call me?”
“Geez, relax. You’re getting all paranoid for no reason,” he reassures you, a teasing lilt in his voice. “I’m fine.” There’s something endearing about your concern.
He lets out a soft sigh, propping his phone against the pillow beside his ear. With his right arm draped over his forehead, he gazes at the ceiling, idly watching the fan’s blades spin. “There’s no emergency, so don’t worry. I just wanted to talk to you, that’s all.”
“...Are you sure?” you ask again, the worry lacing your voice.
You always seem so concerned about him.
It warms him.
Rolling his eyes slightly at your persistent tone, he huffs. “Yes, I’m sure. I’m actually lying in bed right now as we speak. Nothing is wrong; stop worrying.”
Please, worry a little more about me.
“And…I got your number from the business card you dropped earlier today.”
“My business card?” Were you annoyed with him? He hopes not.
He can hear you frantically standing up, rummaging through your coats and drawers, before you let out a small gasp. “Oh, so it was you who took it! I ended up not having a business card to spare for the client after you!”
“I gave you my card the first time we met—” he recalls that moment clearly, months ago. “So why take it again?”
He merely shrugs, the smile evident in his voice as he responds. “Ah… Why did I take it today, hmm? Can’t I just want a way to get in contact with you?”
“That’s not the point. I gave you my business card a long time ago, so there was no need to take another one from me. Or were you not even aware I gave it to you?”
“I was aware, trust me. I’m not that careless.”
Truthfully, he lost the card almost immediately after taking it. In his defense, he hadn’t actually planned to come back that day.
“I just wanted another one, that’s all.”
But he did anyway.
“Don’t lie to me,” you shot back, your tone as sharp as ever. Typical of you; you’ve already figured him out. What’s next? Are you going to carve out his heart and inspect it in detail? Gouge out his eyes and replace them with yours? You understand how he views the world, and you want to delve into his perspective.
Layer by layer, he allows you to do just that.
“Do you see why our sessions are important?”
He scoffs again, a playful pout forming on his lips. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever. My colleagues only think I need therapy because everyone in the office has a stick up their ass.”
“Mhmmmm…”
...
“So, why did you call me?”
And that’s the question he finds himself pondering again. Yeah, why did he call you?
His mind insists he just wanted someone to talk to.
But his heart is tangled in confusion.
Sure, he wanted to talk to someone— but about what, exactly?
“I was… bored,” he whispers, fiddling with his strands of hair. Is it just him, or is the room getting warmer? Is the AC broken?
“You’re not annoyed that I woke you up, right?”
“Any sane person would be annoyed if they were woken up at these ungodly hours of the night,” you grunt, settling back against your pillow and pulling the blankets over you. It’s cold.
...
“You know you can talk to me, right?” Your voice is as soft as cotton, and he stiffens.
“Yeah, I know.”
“Do you really?”
“Mhm.”
It falls quiet again. He hates the silence, much like he loathes the darkness. His thoughts consume him in this deafening stillness, with no noise to distract him or conversations to eavesdrop on.
Each minute of silence gnaws at him, filling him with guilt. He starts to feel a pang of remorse when he hears a soft yawn from your side.
But I want to be selfish just this once.
“You there?” he murmurs, his lilac-blue eyes flicking to your icon on his phone, watching the timer tick by.
“Yes.”
What else is there to say? He ponders. Was there anything he truly wanted to tell you? His mind feels like a jumbled mess. Why did he even feel the need to call? To hear your voice? Woah there, that’s not professional, Kakavasha.
“I…”
He trails off, opening his lips only to close them again when no words come. 'I' what?
I miss you?
No, that’s wrong.
Or is it?
“If there’s anything troubling you, feel free to speak your mind. You can depend on me, Aventurine.” Your gentle coaxing invites him to share whatever weighs on him.
But nothing burdens him at the moment, not when he’s with you.
“Sorry, I can’t really figure out what I want to say either,” he chuckles, rubbing his eyes.
“That’s fine.”
What’s happening? Why is his mind blank, yet his heart feels like it’s dancing? Your voice seems to stir every emotion within him. Are you doing this on purpose? You’re pulling at his heartstrings, and he’s starting to have second thoughts about being this vulnerable around you.
“I…”
He starts again, feeling warmth spread through his body before he blurts out the first thing that comes to mind. “I like the moon.”
You seem to laugh at his words. Oh, you’re laughing. Your giggles are comforting, like a cold pillow on a warm night. “I like the moon too.”
You’re like the moon.
“It’s quite pretty today, no?”
You’re pretty.
He slaps his face in disbelief at his own thoughts. What?
He stares out his window, watching the curtains billow and part as he catches a glimpse of the moon. It’s always beautiful, but tonight it looks particularly breathtaking. “It does.”
You yawn again, and his gaze softens before he shifts his attention back to the screen, noting the timer has been ticking for almost half an hour of...everything and nothing.
This entire situation feels pointless.
“But I like the sun more,” your voice comes through, even softer now, and he can hear the effort you’re making to stay awake. “It’s so cold here.”
“Really? It’s so hot at my place.”
Silence falls, leaving only the soft buzz emanating from the speaker. “Hey, do you—”
Beep. Call ended.
“…Seems like you fell asleep, huh?” he mumbles, a small smile gracing his lips.
He lets out a yawn himself, suddenly aware of the burning in his eyes and the stiffness in his bones. When his phone screen returns to the contacts, he clicks his tongue at the flood of notifications from his colleagues, now comfortably nesting atop his screen.
Is work all they ever think about? Tsk…
His fingers hover over your icon, pressing in to tap the buttons on his screen, sending you one last message.
“Goodnight.”
✓
He turns off his phone, setting it back down on his bedside table with a groan. Until the next session, he supposes.
✓✓
Pls make me another poly with ratio and aven. Make another and my life is YOURS
I'm hungry for angst
Girl don't judge me, I'm using translator for this JDNAIJDHD
.note. HEYY, omg i gotcha anon!! tbh, I loved writing the poly angst. hope you like it, I think I overdid it with the words oopsie ( ˶°ㅁ°) !!
i don't know if you speak spanish but, shadow freddy vuelta al ruedo
i will post part 2 tomorrow mueheh
𓂅new order. "tarte aux fraises and a pain au chocolat."
Contracts and preferences pt.1 pt.2
pairing. Aventurine x gn!reader x Dr ratio (poly) cw/genre. angst, argument, some slow burn again, slight being left out, some nsfw in pt.2, negligent attitudes synopsis. you went from being “decoration” and “ partner” to “ servant” and “assistant”. full menu
They knew you were there, didn't they?
You were sure you did, you knew, you knew they would come to take you in their arms and fill you with affection.
Or at least that's what you longed for.
You were sitting at the dining table, trying to plan schedules and meetings for each of them.
Since, after all, you were both their assistant.
To put the situation in context, you concise them both separately, not knowing that they were a couple before.
You worked at the ipc, for Aventurine, while at the same time, you also worked for the Intelligentsia Guild, specifically being the assistant of Ratio.
The connections you made at the Guild helped you to be at the IPC too.
You gave them a sideways look, again, it would be the fifth time you do it in almost ten minutes.
You never complain about your job, you always think that if it weren't for that, you wouldn't have been able to meet the two men you're dating now.
But it felt unfair sometimes.
You were at the table, with thousands of documents and making calls, while they were on the couch, curled up and even getting a little more affectionate.
Of course you were happy for them, you loved them both and they loved you too, their affection was mutual, but sometimes... it was really something.
For example, Ratio, with no shame, began to cover Aventurine's neck and jaw with a few small kisses, while the other laughed discreetly and also played with his hair in a discreet way.
You let out an audible sigh.
Aaand, nothing.
The two were already on the sofa, snuggled up against each other, watching some movie, but not even the slightest bit watching it.
You knew it, they were just looking for an excuse to get closer to each other, and they were taking every opportunity they could.
They whispered sweet words to each other, caressed each other's backs, made small, playful comments that caused a few giggles, and their eyes didn't leave each other's.
You had to admit, the atmosphere they created was quite... Intimate.
You let out a small sigh again, in a somewhat exaggerated way, the sound getting their attention almost immediately.
They both knew it.
But they decided to play dumb, just this once.
"Tired?" Asked Aventurine first.
"Overworked?" Ratio followed, as he tried to get up to get to you.
You rolled your eyes, but not out of irritation, but more because this was a fairly common occurrence.
"Yeah," you replied, "and a little tired of being all alone here."
Ratio, walking over to you and resting a gentle hand on your shoulder while he stood behind you.
"We'll give you some attention," he said.
"Will you?" You asked, arching an eyebrow as you continued to go through the documents in front of you.
Aventurine stood up, making his way to the two of you, resting his chin on your shoulder and looking at the papers you were reading.
"We'll give you all you want," he whispered right next to your ear.
"Well..." you replied with feigned indifference, but your words were full of expectation, "prove it."
The two of them looked at each other out of the corner of their eyes, before Ratio began to place light kisses down your neck.
You couldn't help but shiver, trying to control yourself.
At your reaction, Ratio chuckled against your skin, and, just to tease you, gave your sensitive skin a little bite, causing your shoulders to arch involuntarily.
A low, suppressed sound escaped your lips.
Meanwhile, Aventurine's hands traveled to one of your shoulders, gently massaging them.
"You've been working too much," he whispered in your other ear, "haven't you?"
"Yeah..." you admitted in a low whisper, as the two continued to pamper you.
"We should take care of you," said Ratio, continuing to give you little kisses and bites.
"We should," agreed Aventurine, leaving a brief kiss on your head.
Their ministrations continued for a while, their hands and mouths roaming gently over your shoulders, neck, and back.
The feeling was so good, you couldn't help but moan softly.
By now, you had both men behind you and surrounding you completely, their touches and affections slowly but surely getting heavier and more intense.
You felt Aventurine's hands move to your hips, gently pulling you closer against his body as Ratio continued to kiss your neck.
It was a bit embarrassing to admit it, but you were really enjoying all that attention.
...
Okay, maybe you anticipated a bit.
The 'we should take care of you', stayed in 'we should'. Literally.
Heavyweights and affectionate touches were maintained, even the three of you moved to the couch, for comfort.
The raised caresses calmed down after a while, letting you put your head on Aventurine's legs, while Ratio did gentle massages on your body.
At least that 10 minutes ago, since you had your eyes closed, but you started to feel a hard thing behind your head.
And by the time you noticed, they were both kissing, with the same intensity and desire.
"Hey, guys," you spoke up, a bit annoyed, but they didn't seem to notice.
Instead, they were even getting more intense, as the small sounds of them echoed quietly in the room.
"Guys," you called out again, in a slightly louder voice.
A low moan escaped Aventurine's lips, while Ratio's hands ran over his hair.
And far apart from that, you felt the Aventurine member accidentally rubbing against your head every time they moved to eat their mouths.
"Please," you said, slightly frustrated, "you guys!" At the same time, you also got up from Aven's legs, sitting in the space between them.
They finally broke apart, a bit breathless, their lips red and glistening with saliva.
They both looked at you, slightly surprised that you'd interrupted them.
"What's wrong...?" Ratio finally asked, still a little out of breath.
"Are you alright?" Aventurine added, trying to recompose himself.
You huffed softly, feeling a bit disappointed.
"Uhm, if you two are in _the_ mood, you can go to the room," you said calmly.
The two of them looked at each other for a few seconds, a silent conversation happening between them.
"Are you sure...?" Aventurine asked, turning his gaze back to you.
"You don't mind?" Ratio added, studying your expression.
You tried to appear calm and understanding, but deep down, you were still a bit frustrated. The sight of the two of them all hot and bothered without you was really... a bit unfair.
"No, it's okay," you said, trying to remain calm. "You two can go ahead."
They studied you a bit more, trying to discern if you were being honest or not.
But you smiled at them, trying to reassure them that you were fine with it.
They both shared another look, before Ratio got up from the couch and held out his hand to Aventurine.
Aventurine grabbed Ratio's hand, standing up in one smooth movement.
They were still looking at you, obviously still reluctant to leave you alone.
"Are you sure?" Ratio asked again, as Aventurine stayed silent.
You nodded, trying to maintain a reassuring smile. "Yes, I'm sure," you replied. "I'll just finish up some more work, and I'll join you guys later."
"Mhm, okay, love," Aven replied, as he nodded, with a slight smile.
The two men walked past you, heading towards the bedroom door, Ratio's hand still intertwined with Aventurine's.
You stayed rooted to the spot.
You knew they had needs, and you had nothing against them satisfying them together.
But it's just... you couldn't shake off the strange feeling in your chest.
Ratio and Aventurine went to the bedroom, closing the door.
You took a deep breath, feeling a bit frustrated.
Of course, you were happy for them, their relationship was strong and had a deep connection, but... it didn't stop you from feeling slightly 'left out'.
You leaned fully back on the couch, letting out a low sigh.
'Nah, maybe I'm exaggerating', You thought as you got off the couch, to go back to the table.
You made your way back to the table, sorting out the documents.
As you organized everything, you couldn't help but overhear small noises coming from the bedroom.
Even though the door was closed, the sounds of Ratio and Aventurine, clearly enjoying themselves, were still faintly audible.
You tried to ignore it, to focus on your work, but it was hard. Each time you heard a small sound, a small whine, it sent a little shiver throughout your body.
The more you tried to concentrate, the more the sounds seemed to get louder and more intense.
You tried to shake off the thoughts running through your mind and concentrate on your work, but as time passed, you found it more and more difficult to ignore the sounds coming from the bedroom.
Moans, whispers, muttered words, and the sound of the bed creating through the room.
You had no right to be jealous, you had told them to go for it, you had encouraged them.
And so, you focused only on paperwork and arranging schedules.
You dropped a yawn while you stopped typing on the laptop.
You stretched a little while getting up from the chair.
You didn't realize when the erotic sounds coming from the room had been ceased.
When you finally noticed the absence of sounds, a small pang of confusion and sadness hit you in the chest.
Of course, you told them to go ahead, and maybe they were already... done, but still, you felt a little pang of disappointment.
But it was fine, since you didn't really think about the room for a while to join, as you told them.
You were finishing stretching when the bedroom door opened, a slightly disheveled Ratio peeking his head out of the room.
You looked at him, a raised eyebrow.
"Yes?" You asked, trying to maintain a calm demeanor.
Ratio looked at you for a few seconds, his breath still a bit heavy.
"Can you come here for a second...?" he asked, his voice slightly hoarse from... the situation in the room.
You tried to remain unfazed, even though the request was an unexpected one.
"Sure," you said with nonchalance in your voice.
You made your way to the bedroom, Ratio moving aside to let you enter.
As you stepped in, you were met with Aventurine, sitting on the edge of the bed, hair tousled and a few love bites on his neck and shoulders.
The sight of Aventurine in that state sent another pang to your chest, but you tried to hide it.
He looked at you, a slight tiredness in his eyes, as a small smile appeared on his lips.
"You finished your work?" He asked, his voice also slightly hoarse.
"Almost..." you replied, avoiding looking at the small hickeys on his skin for too long.
"You two were quick," you commented half-jokingly, trying to maintain the same casual tone from before.
Ratio chuckled softly, leaning on the doorframe as he watched the interaction.
"It wasn't really that quick," he said with a smirk.
Aventurine shook his head, giving Ratio a side look before turning his attention back to you.
"We're just... impatient," he said, with a slight hint of teasing in his voice.
You grimaced, while you laughed somewhat uncomfortable.
You tried to shake off the uncomfortable feeling, but the sight of them both, disheveled and still somewhat out of breath, wasn't helping.
"Right," you said, still trying to keep up the act.
There was a small moment of silence in the room, Ratio's gaze darting between you and Aventurine, as if he was waiting to see how the situation would unfold.
"Uhm, do you need anything?" You asked, seeing that they weren't going to say anything.
Besides, you didn't really know why you were called into the room.
"Oh, yes," Ratio said.
"Can you take out clean sheets? I'm going to bring water to Aven," he added, as he left the room.
"Okay," you replied simply, watching Ratio disappear into the hallway.
You turned your gaze to Aventurine.
He was still sitting on the edge of the bed, looking a bit worn out and sated.
You couldn't help but feel a pang of something in your chest, as you couldn't help but steal a glance at the marks on his neck and shoulders.
You let out a silent sigh before heading to some drawers next to the bed.
'It's okay, It'll be your turn' you thought as you focused on pulling out a set of clean sheets.
You were in a relationship with the two, and you knew that they had... desires, and needed that physical intimacy.
You tried to understand their need, and you also tried to not feel 'bad' about being left out.
But at the same time, you couldn't help but wonder if your presence was really necessary.
Your thoughts were interrupted, you felt Aventurine approaching you from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you against his chest.
He placed his chin on your shoulder, pressing his body against yours.
"You're being quiet..." he murmured near your ear.
You felt the warmth of his body and the soft touch of his arms around you, making you momentarily forget all the thoughts and doubts that were swirling around in your mind.
You leaned gently against him, taking a deep breath.
"Just thinking..." you replied, your voice a little tense.
You finished taking out the sheets, and you stand still, waiting for it to come loose, which didn't happen, so you moved a little. "uhm, can you...?"
Your voice is tense and uncomfortable.
Aventurine noticed the change in your tone, and he loosened his grip on you, stepping back slightly.
He gently turned you around to face him, his hands resting on your hips, a touch of worry in his eyes.
"Are you okay...?" He asked, "His voice low and gentle."
You averted your gaze slightly, feeling a mixture of emotions that you couldn't quite make sense of.
"Yup," It was the only thing you answered, and then you went to bed and started removing the dirty sheets.
Aventurine watched you silently, his gaze fixated on your body.
He could feel the tension in your movements and the subtle stiffness in your voice. He knew that something was bothering you, but he wasn't entirely sure what it was.
He decided to give you some space, allowing you to remove the sheets, but he still stood beside you, his eyes never leaving you.
After a few moments, Ratio came back into the room, a glass of water in his hand.
He handed it to Aventurine, who took it gratefully and took a few sips before setting it on the bedside table.
There was a strange atmosphere in the room, as if something were left hanging in the air.
You felt like they were looking at you, as you finished putting the clean sheets on the bed.
It was hard to ignore their stares, and the fact that you were alone with them in the room made the tension even more palpable.
You finished putting on the sheets and took a subtle deep breath.
You could practically feel the weight of their gazes on your back, even though you knew that both of them were trying to hide their concern and curiosity.
"There..." you muttered, finally turning around to face them.
Ratio was leaning against the wall nearby, his arms crossed, his expression a mixture of concern and confusion.
Aventurine was still standing beside you, his gaze fixed on you, as if studying your every move.
For a few seconds, there was just a heavy silence, as the two of them looked at you waiting for you to say something.
But what should you say? You felt a mixture of contradictory emotions.
"You can rest now," you said, calmly speaking.
Your voice sounded calm, but on the inside, you were still feeling a mixture of unease and disappointment.
Ratio and Aventurine exchanged a glance, clearly understanding your cue that the conversation was over.
Aventurine didn't make a move, still watching you.
Ratio, sensing the tension in the room, walked over to Aventurine's side, gently pushing him towards the bed.
"Come on," Ratio murmured, his tone soft but firm. "You should rest."
Aventurine didn't object, allowing Ratio to gently guide him onto the bed.
He sank back against the pillows, looking at you with a mix of tiredness and worry. Ratio sat down beside him, also looking at you.
"Are you...?" Ratio started to ask, but you interrupted him.
"I'm fine," you said, still doing your best to appear casual, "I just need to... go to the bathroom."
You used the excuse of needing to use the bathroom to get away for a few minutes.
Ratio and Aventurine looked at you for a moment, their gazes following you as you left the room.
As soon as you closed the door to the bathroom behind you, you let out a soft sigh, bracing your hands on the sink.
You glanced at yourself in the mirror.
Your expression was a mixture of exhaustion and frustration.
You closed your eyes for a moment, trying to organize your thoughts. You knew that what you were feeling was silly, but at the same time, you couldn't help it.
Your relationship with Ratio and Aventurine was unconventional, you knew that they had needs and desires, and they had each other to satisfy those needs.
But what about you...?
It was a thought that had crossed your mind several times before.
You tried to convince yourself that they cared about you, that they loved you.
But at times like this, when they were alone in their intimate moments, you couldn't help but feel... left out.
You knew that they weren't trying to exclude you, that they weren't being malicious, but it still hurt.
You sighed, patting yourself on the cheeks, before leaving the bathroom and returning to the room.
Ratio and Aventurine were still on the bed, now settled under the covers.
Aventurine's eyes were partly closed, as the exhaustion from the previous activities was starting to take its toll.
Ratio, however, was still slightly tense, his eyes locking on you as soon as you entered the room.
You walked over to the bed, sitting on the edge next to Ratio.
For a moment, no one spoke. The only sounds in the room were the soft breathing of Aventurine and the silence that seemed to weigh upon all of you.
Ratio shifted slightly, moving closer to you, his hand gently moving to your thigh.
Ratio's touch was gentle and comforting, but at the same time, you couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt.
You didn't want to ruin the moment. You didn't want to make them feel bad for seeking their comfort in each other's embrace.
You looked at Aventurine, who seemed to be moments from falling asleep.
His hair was messy, and the skin on his neck was still showing some red marks.
Although you felt an uncomfortable heaviness in your chest, with your fingers, you accommodated the hair that covered Aven's face.
Aventurine's face relaxed under your touch, his breathing still calm and steady.
Ratio's grip on your thigh tightened a little, and you could feel his gaze fixated on you.
"You know..." Ratio began, his voice low. "We... We didn't mean to make you feel left out."
You paused for a few seconds, unsure of what to say.
"Mhm, i know" you whispered, still running your fingers through Aventurine's hair.
"I'm tired."
The word hung in the air, and Ratio sighed softly.
"Come here," he said, gently pulling you down to lie next to him.
You complied, feeling Ratio's strong arms encircling your waist, pulling you against his chest.
The feeling of Ratio's body against yours was comforting, but there was still a nagging feeling at the back of your mind.
You snuggled into Ratio's embrace, feeling his warmth and the steady beat of his heart.
"We love you," Ratio murmured, his voice barely a whisper.
You closed your eyes in response, feeling a mixture of both comfort and unease.
You wanted to believe Ratio's words.
But at the same time, you couldn't help but doubt.
The morning sunlight streamed in through the cracks of the curtains, gently illuminating the bedroom.
The peaceful silence in the room was broken by a soft, groggy groan.
"Hmm, what time is it...?" Aventurine mumbled half-sleep, shifting slightly in the bed.
You had gotten up before them, starting to prepare their breakfasts, and ending with the day's schedule for each.
Ratio stirred beside him, slowly waking up as well, his messy hair sticking every which way.
Aventurine groaned again, finally opening his eyes, blinking a few times as he adjusted to the morning light.
He sat up in bed, rubbing his face with his hands, trying to shake off the lingering drowsiness.
"Ugh... I feel like I slept for days," he said with a yawn, his voice still gravelly with sleep.
He looked around the room, noticing that you were not in bed.
"Where's..." Aventurine began, his eyes scanning the room, noticing that it was just the two of them.
Ratio sat up as well, groaning as he stretched his arms above his head, the muscles in his back tensing with the movement.
He glanced over at Aventurine, following his gaze.
"They're probably in the kitchen," Ratio said, voice sleepy and still slightly rough from sleep.
"I think we slept pretty late." he commented again, glancing at the clock on the bedside table.
Aventurine followed Ratio's gaze, noticing the time.
"Damn... it's almost noon," he muttered, climbing out of the bed and stretching.
"I guess we're in for a lazy day."
Ratio chuckled softly, still sitting on the bed, the covers half-covering his bare chest.
"I guess so," he agreed, his eyes flickering over Aventurine's disheveled form.
Aventurine paused, noticing Ratio's gaze on him. He ran a hand through his messy hair, trying to smooth it down.
"What?" he asked, a hint of annoyance in his voice.
Ratio smirked. "You just look... well, pretty wrecked after our little... session last night."
Aventurine rolled his eyes, but a small smirk played on his lips, betraying his attempt to appear annoyed.
"Shut up," he retorted, crossing his arms over his chest, causing the sheets to slip lower, exposing more of his bare skin.
Ratio chuckled again, amused by Aventurine's reaction. He stood up from the bed and walked over to him, stopping a few inches away, to kiss him and get out of the room.
Just as Aventurine was getting out of bed, finishing stretching, he heard a curse and a sound of a cup breaking.
That made him leave the room quickly.
By the time he gets to the kitchen, his frow frowned.
"Fuck..." you let go again, grimacing, while holding one of your hands.
When Ratio had left the bedroom first, you didn't hear his footsteps so when you turned with the hot cup of coffee, you were scared to see him there, causing the cup to fall to the ground after burning with the liquid inside.
Both Ratio and Aventurine were now watching you carefully.
Ratio's expression was a mixture of concern and guilt, knowing that he startled you.
Aventurine's frown deepened as he noticed the way you were holding your hand.
"Are you okay?" Ratio asked, his voice soft and filled with worry.
Aventurine stepped closer to you, eyes fixated on your injured hand.
"What happened?" he asked, looking at the shattered cup on the floor and the spilled coffee.
"It's nothing," you tried to assure them, though you couldn't hide the slight wince that escaped you when you tried to move your hand.
The burn wasn't that serious, but it hurt.
Ratio moved closer, his eyes drifting from your hand to your face.
"Let me see," he said, gently taking your hand in his, examining the burn.
Aventurine stood close by, his gaze fixed on Ratio as he carefully inspected your injury.
Ratio's touch was gentle as he examined the burn, his fingers tracing over the reddened skin.
"It's not too bad, but you shouldn't move your hand too much," he said, his voice low and soothing. "I'll get something to treat it."
He released your hand, moving to a nearby cabinet to get the necessary medical supplies, while Aventurine took a step closer to you.
Ratio rummaged through the cabinet, gathering a few supplies to treat your burn.
Aventurine watched Ratio, his gaze drifting from Ratio's focused expression to your now free hand.
He hesitated for a moment, but then he gently reached out and took your injured hand in his.
His touch was gentle, almost reverent, as he held your hand carefully, as if afraid he might hurt you further.
"You need to be more careful," Aventurine scolded softly, his eyes fixed on your hand.
You had to suppress a shiver as you felt Aventurine's touch, his fingers gently caressing the sore skin of your hand.
Ratio returned with a small bag of supplies, a concerned expression still on his face.
"I'll tend to your hand now, okay?"
Ratio gently took your hand from Aventurine's grasp, preparing the supplies he needed to treat your burn.
Aventurine watched diligently in silence, his eyes never leaving your injury.
Ratio was gently applying the ointment to your burn, his touch precise and practiced.
The stinging sensation lessened as the soothing medicine worked its magic.
Aventurine continued to watch, his eyes fixated on Ratio's hands tending to your injury.
Once Ratio was finished, he wrapped a sterile gauze around your hand to protect the burn.
"There," Ratio said, satisfied with his work. "You'll need to keep the bandage on to protect the burn. Let it heal properly."
You flexed your fingers, feeling a slight discomfort from the burn but relieved by Ratio's skillful treatment.
"Thank you," you murmured, a little embarrassed by all the attention.
Your eyes looked at the ground, seeing the broken cup, along with the coffee lying on the floor.
You let out a sigh, seeing the disaster.
Ratio noticed your gaze and followed it to the broken cup and spilled coffee on the floor.
"Don't worry about it," he said, putting the supplies back in the cabinet. "Accidents happen."
Aventurine, who was still standing nearby, glanced at the mess on the floor and then back at you.
"I'll clean it up," he said, crouching down to start gathering the shattered pieces of the cup.
"Oh no, Aven," you quickly let go, preventing him from bending over.
"You two are going to breakfast, you have a lot to do today," you said, as you pointed to the table with food on top.
Ratio and Aventurine exchanged a glance, a hint of surprise in Ratio's eyes at your quick reaction.
Aventurine was about to protest, but Ratio placed a hand on his shoulder, effectively silencing him.
"They're right," Ratio said, gently pushing Aventurine towards the table. "We do have a lot to do, and it's already noon."
Aventurine let out a sigh.
"But, your burn..." he protested, his eyes moving from Ratio to you.
"The bandage will do its job. Besides, it's nothing serious," Ratio assured, gently guiding Aventurine towards the table again.
"We'll leave the cleaning to them. Now come on, let's eat. We're late as it is."
Ratio's insistence was enough for Aventurine to reluctantly agree. He let out a sigh and stopped resisting, finally taking a seat at the table.
Ratio sat down as well, gesturing for you to join them.
"Come here," Ratio urged gently, patting the seat next to him.
Your attention was led back to them.
"Uhm?, oh, I've already eaten," you let go, as you continued your previous action.
You bent down to the ground, carefully picking up the broken pieces of the cup, throwing them away.
Ratio and Aventurine watched you silently, concern and confusion on their faces.
Ratio's brow furrowed as you dismissed the offer to sit with them.
"You did? How long have you been awake?" he asked, his voice laced with worry.
Aventurine's eyes flicked between you and Ratio, his expression mirroring Ratio's concern.
You didn't want to make a big deal out of it, so you simply shrugged.
"I don't know, maybe a couple of hours?" you mumbled, continuing your task.
Ratio's frown deepened. "You should have woken us up. You didn't need to get up so early."
Aventurine leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest.
"And it's not the first time either," he commented, a hint of irritation in his voice.
Ratio sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. "It's not the first time, indeed," he agreed, shooting a disapproving look in your direction.
You paused for a moment, feeling the weight of their gazes on you.
"I just wanted to make sure everything was ready for you two," you muttered, avoiding their eyes.
Ratio's expression softened a little, but there was still a hint of frustration in his voice.
"You don't need to do that. We can take care of ourselves," he said, although the tone was firm, he wasn't truly angry.
"You know we don't like it when you do this," Aventurine scolded gently, his voice firm but tinged with worry.
You knew they were worried about you, but you couldn't help but feel a sense of responsibility for them. You wanted to make sure they had everything they needed, that they were comfortable and well taken care of.
"Mhm," you mumbled.
"But it's my job as an assistant to both of you and as your partner," you added, grabbing some paper towels to clean the wet coffee floor.
Ratio let out another sigh.
"Partner," he repeated, the word hanging in the air.
Aventurine's expression hardened, his eyes narrowing slightly. "That's a poor excuse," he said.
"We never asked you to do all that. We never expected you to be at our beck and call like that."
You finished drying the floor, and you stood again.
"In fact, that was involved in the contract i signed," you spoke calmly, while throwing away used paper towels.
You remembered very well the contracts you signed when you were officially the assent of each one respectively. 'It is necessary that the worker be available in semi-complete time and at the disposal...'
You read those contracts 10 times each, as it was something of utmost importance.
Ratio and Aventurine remained silent for a moment, processing your words.
Veritas seemed frustrated, though not towards you, but rather towards the situation.
"We're not talking about the job or the contracts," Ratio said, his voice firm.
Aventurine added. "We're talking about us. About this... relationship between us," he paused, gesturing to the three of you.
You sighed, once you finished cleaning, approaching the table.
"Come on, don't be bitter and eat," you said, as you sat in a chair in front of them.
They each took a plate, serving themselves and starting breakfast.
The atmosphere was tense for a few minutes, a heavy silence hanging in the air.
Ratio was the first to break the silence, his voice softer now.
"How is your hand?" he asked.
You raised your hand, flexing it slightly.
"It's fine," you assured him. "The intent you applied did its job."
You're still ordering papers, along with documents on your laptop.
"Well, I will explain to you the agenda of both today," You said, before you started explaining to them what things are had planned for today.
Ratio and Aventurine listened attentively to your explanations, occasionally asking questions.
Although they still had a slight hint of frustration from the previous conversation, the tension had somewhat eased.
Ratio nodded as you finished explaining the agenda. "I think we can manage those tasks."
Aventurine, who had been quietly eating, spoke up, "I just need to deal with some more research, and I'll be ready."
You nodded, as you also drank some water, before speaking.
"All right, then I'll go make some calls for today."
You stood up from your seat, getting up from the table.
Ratio stood up suddenly too. "Wait."
Aventurine also stood up, his eyes narrowing.
You paused, slightly surprised by their sudden movements.
Ratio walked over to you, gently taking your hand with the injured one, his touch surprisingly soft. He examined it to make sure the bandage was still in place.
Aventurine remained standing near the table, his gaze fixed on the two of you, his arms crossed over his chest.
Ratio's touch was gentle, a stark contrast to the sternness he had shown earlier.
He seemed satisfied that the bandage was still secure and then looked up at you.
"Be careful," he said, his voice softer than before.
Aventurine still watched from a distance, his eyes fixed on Ratio's hand holding yours.
You couldn't help but feel a bit flustered at Ratio's touch and the concern in his voice.
"I will," you assured him, although you knew they still worried about you.
Aventurine finally walked over to the two of you, standing beside Ratio.
"Aren't you going to say goodbye to us?" asked him.
You couldn't help but let out a slight giggle as you rolled your eyes.
"Okay, okay," you said, as you approached Aven, to give him a gentle kiss on the lips and then do the same with Ratio.
Ratio and Aventurine returned your kisses, Aventurine's kiss slow and gentle, while Ratio's was a bit more firm but soft.
When you pulled away, they both looked at you with a hint of disappointment.
Ratio spoke up first. "That's too short."
Aventurine nodded in agreement. "Yeah, not enough."
You let out another laugh, while shaking your head. "Nuh huh, it was fine."
Ratio's hand, which was still holding yours, squeezed gently as if reluctant to let go. But he reluctantly dropped it.
Aventurine, though he tried to maintain a composed expression, couldn't hide the hint of a smile that tugged at the corners of his lips.
"Good luck with your work," he said.
You nodded, still feeling a bit flustered, but trying to maintain your composure.
"I'll see you later," you said, as you turned to leave.
Ratio and Aventurine watched you go, their eyes following you until you were out the door, entering your office, next to the master bedroom.
As you walk into your office, you couldn't help but think about the conversation between the three of you.
You knew they cared about you, and they were concerned for you. But sometimes their overprotectiveness felt suffocating, especially when they questioned your commitment to them.
You could understand how they might feel, though, considering their jobs and the stress they were under.
You settled down at your desk, pulling out some documents and beginning to make the first of many calls you were going to have to do today.
The hours passed, and the calls you made consumed most of your day.
As mid-day approached, you felt your stomach growl, reminding you that you hadn't eaten lunch yet.
You kept looking at all the papers and documents on your desk.
Since you were only in the apartment at the time, you decided that it would be easier to order fast food.
When you finally got the order, you ate while looking at your phone, getting a little distracted.
From there, you get a message, exactly from Aven.
'Hi, beautiful. I'm with Ratio now, don't prepare anything for dinner, we'll bring food, it won't take long,'
You smile unconsciously as you read the text, answer it and then leave the chat, to finish eating and then continue doing the paperwork.
After replying to Aven's message, you finished your meal and turned your attention back to the remaining work.
The afternoon passed by quickly, and the sky outside the window of your office started to turn orange as the sun began to set.
You glanced at the clock, noting that it was getting late. Ratio and Aventurine should be returning soon.
Uhm.
By the time you looked at the clock on the wall again, you grimaced.
It had been a little longer.
And by the time you took another look at it, it had been four hours. It was almost midnight.
Your frown frowned, you were worried now.
Not to mention you were hungry.
You glanced at your cell phone, seeing that there was no new message.
You tried to reassure yourself that they must have been busy with work, but as the hours went by, your worry grew.
Eventually you couldn't stand still anymore, so you got up from your seat and went to the living room, to pace until they arrived.
Time seemed to drag on painfully slow.
You kept pacing around the room, glancing at the clock on the wall every so often.
And just as you were about to check your phone for the millionth time, the sound of the apartment door opening reached your ears.
You rushed to the entrance, catching a glimpse of Ratio and Aventurine as they entered, looking somewhat...tipsy?
"Finally!" you said, unable to hide your relief. "Where have you been, I was getting worried."
Ratio and Aventurine looked at you, slightly startled by your sudden exclamation.
Aventurine let out a chuckle, his speech slightly slurred. "We were just out having a drink."
Ratio, slightly more composed than Aventurine, spoke up, his voice slightly strained due to the alcohol. "We lost track of time, sorry for worrying you."
You looked at the two of them, noting their disheveled appearance. It seemed like they had more than just a few drinks.
"I can see that," you said, a mix of relief and annoyance in your voice.
You moved closer, scrutinizing their faces. They were both clearly inebriated, their eyes bloodshot and movements a lil uncoordinated.
without noticing that there were traces of hickeys on their necks.
Ratio and Aventurine stumbled a bit as they tried to maintain their balance, their coordination affected by the alcohol.
Aventurine noticed you looking at their necks, and he quickly tried to cover the hickeys with his hand. But his reaction only drew your attention more to the marks.
Ratio, noticing this, shifted awkwardly on his feet, his gaze darting away from you.
Your eyes narrowed at the sight of the marks on their necks.
"What are those?" you demanded, your voice a bit colder now.
Ratio and Aventurine exchanged a quick glance, their alcohol-clouded minds struggling to come up with a coherent response.
Aventurine spoke, "We were... having a bit of fun."
Your eyes narrowed further. "Fun, huh?" You repeated, a hint of annoyance in your voice.
Ratio, ever the mediator, tried to diffuse the situation. "It's nothing to worry about, sweetheart," he tried to reassure you, but his slurred speech contradicted his words.
Aventurine, perhaps a bit tipsy and bolder, smirked, "Yeah, harmless fun, that's all."
You let out a sigh you didn't know you were holding.
It was fine, of course they could do that.
"Mhm," you let go, before walking away a bit, to deter your thoughts a bit.
"Did you bring the food?" You asked, as you looked at them.
As they had said by message, you did not prepare anything for dinner, since they said they would bring food. And, already at almost midnight, you died of hunger.
They exchanged another quick glance, realizing their oversight.
"Food," Ratio muttered, trying to focus his alcohol-fuzzed mind. "Right, we were supposed to bring food."
Aventurine looked at you sheepishly. "We, uh, forgot."
Your annoyance deepened, your disappointment in them growing.
"You forgot," you repeated, trying to keep your voice steady.
Ratio scratched the back of his head. "Yeah... We got carried away, I guess."
Aventurine, seemingly trying to light in the mood, chimed in, "To be fair, we were pretty druunk."
Okay, that didn't help at all.
A small knot formed in your stomach. You were hungry, and the realization that you would have to find something to eat at this hour made you kinda feel bad.
They seemed oblivious to your frustration, their alcohol-clouded minds still attempting to justify their actions.
Ratio tried to play it off, "It's not a big deal, we can order something."
Aventurine added, "Yeah, we can get your food delivered."
But their suggestions only irritated you more.
"It's late," you retorted, your voice becoming more strained. "Most places are closed."
However, Aventurine's words dislocated you a bit. "Your food?" You repeated, while you frown a little in confusion.
At your questioning tone, Ratio immediately realized his slip-up, and his face paled slightly.
Aventurine didn't seem to notice the effect his words had on you, the alcohol dulling his perception.
"Yeah, YOUR food," he repeated, not realizing the implications of what he was saying.
Ratio, picking up on your reaction, shot Aventurine a glance. "Vasha, just stop," he muttered, trying to shut his partner up. But Aventurine was too caught up in his drunk state to notice Ratio's warning.
Aventurine's words echoed in your mind, adding fuel to the fire of your growing irritation.
Ratio's attempt to silence Aventurine fell on deaf ears, and the alcohol coursing through Aventurine's system loosened his tongue even more.
"What's the problem?" Aventurine asked, still oblivious to the impact of his words. "We can order something specifically for you, right?"
Ratio winced, his hand coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose.
You clenched your fists, struggling to keep your emotions in check.
Ratio, seeing the tension building, tried again to intervene. "Vasha, shut up," he hissed through gritted teeth.
But Aventurine, still unaware of the gravity of the situation, waved him off. "Oh, come on, I'm just sayi–"
You interrupted him before he could finish. "Specifically for me?" You repeated again.
"Have you had dinner yet?" You dared to ask, feeling a strange sting in your throat and chest.
Aventurine's inebriated mind took a moment to process your question.
His eyes darted to Ratio, who was silently mouthing "no" to him. But Aventurine, still under the influence of alcohol, blurted out his next words.
"Well... yeah."
Ratio's face paled more, and he pinched the bridge of his nose again, groaning in frustration.
Your heart sank further. The realization that they had not only forgotten to bring you food, but had also eaten without you, was like a punch to the gut.
You felt a mixture of disappointment and hurt wash over you, and it took all your self-control to maintain your composure.
Ratio shot Aventurine a harsh glare, his anger at his partner's drunken carelessness obvious.
Aventurine finally seemed to realize the implications of his words and the impact on you. A hint of soberness flashed across his features. "Oh,"
Ratio tried to offer an apology. "We're sorry, we didn't mean to make you wait and…"
But you interrupted him, your voice filled with a mix of frustration and disappointment. "It's fine," you said, although it was clear that it wasn't.
You turned away from them, walking towards the kitchen. "I'll see what I can scrounge up for myself."
Ratio and Aventurine watched you walk away, their alcohol-dulled minds finally comprehending the gravity of their actions.
"Nice going, genius," Ratio said through gritted teeth, glaring at Aventurine.
Aventurine's drunkenness seemed to wane, replaced by a hint of guilt. "I didn't mean to..."
Ratio let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand over his face. "I know, Vasha, but you made it worse."
"I just... I wasn't thinking straight," he murmured.
Ratio pinched the bridge of his nose again, his patience wearing thin. "You never think straight when you're drunk."
Before Aventurine could respond, Ratio cut him off. "Just... go take a shower, sober up a bit."
Aventurine nodded sheepishly, knowing that he had messed up. "Yeah, you're right."
He wobbled a little but managed to steady himself before stumbling to the bathroom.
Ratio let out another sigh, running a hand through his hair in frustration.
He let out another weary sigh, still feeling the effects of the alcohol but regaining more soberness. He walked into the kitchen, where you were searching through the cupboards.
Ratio leaned against the doorway, watching you rummage through the cupboards.
The silence between you two was heavy, the tension from before still hanging in the air.
Ratio cleared his throat, trying to break the silence. "Hey," he began, his voice hesitant.
You didn't turn around, continuing to search the cupboards for something to eat, your frustration evident in your tense movements.
Ratio could tell you were mad, and he didn't blame you.
Although at the time, the word 'mad' wasn't right for you.
"Darling," he said softly, taking a few steps closer to you, "Can I..."
He reached out a hand, as if to touch your shoulder, but then hesitated, unsure if you would welcome his touch.
"Go get the bed ready for Aven to lie down, you should do the same," you said, in a tense voice.
At no time did you turn around, you kept turning your back on him while you pulled out a pan and oil.
He withdrew his hand.
"I... okay," he mumbled.
He left the kitchen, heading towards the bedroom, still feeling the effects of the alcohol in his veins.
He turned and walked away, leaving you alone in the kitchen. Ratio went to check on Aventurine in the bathroom, hoping his partner would sober up a bit faster.
Meanwhile, you continued to prepare something to eat, your movements still tense and frustrated.
With one hand, you rubbed your eyes quickly, almost frustrated.
Ratio leaned against the bathroom door frame, watching Aventurine dry his hair with a towel.
"How are you feeling?" Ratio asked.
Aventurine let out a small groan, his head still feeling heavy. "Like I should never drink again."
Ratio chuckled weakly. "That's what you always say, and yet here we are."
Aventurine hung the towel on a rack and ran a hand over his damp hair, still looking a bit dazed.
"Yeah, I know," he muttered, sitting down on the edge of the bathtub.
He buried his face in his hands, groaning.
Ratio crossed his arms over his chest, watching his partner's struggle.
"Well, at least you're a little more sober now," Ratio noted.
Aventurine let out a tired sigh, lifting his face from his hands. "Yeah, I guess... But I still feel like crap."
Ratio nodded in understanding. "That's what happens when you drink too much," he said, but there was a hint of worry beneath his words.
"Come, let's go to the room," he added, as he extended a hand to him to get up.
Aventurine grabbed Ratio's hand, allowing his partner to pull him up.
He stumbled a bit, still a bit unsteady on his feet, but managed to stay upright.
"Aeons, I need to sleep," Aventurine mumbled, rubbing his temple with his free hand.
Ratio helped him into the room, his arm around his partner's waist to provide support.
"I can imagine," Ratio said, guiding Aventurine to the bed.
Aventurine sat down on the bed, groaning again as he leaned back against the pillows.
Ratio sat down next to him, a concerned expression on his face.
"You really need to take it easy next time," Ratio warned.
Aventurine closed his eyes, still massaging his temples. "Yeah, I know, I know..."
Ratio glanced at the closed bedroom door, his mind still on you and the situation in the kitchen.
You forced yourself into the room, taking a deep breath.
Ratio looked up as you entered the room, his expression still laced with tension.
He could tell by your face that you were probably feeling bad.
Aventurine opened his eyes, wincing as the light hit his sensitive eyes.
"Hey, sweetheart," he said weakly, pushing himself up to sit more upright on the bed.
You looked at your hands again before walking to the bed where they were.
"Take this," you said, extending a glass of water and two pills for each.
At no time did you look into their eyes, at most you lifted their chests, but not at their faces.
Ratio took the painkillers and cup of water from you, noting your distant demeanor.
"Thank you," he murmured, his voice soft.
They both downed the pills, feeling the effects on their alcohol-muddled minds.
Aventurine watched you, feeling a pang of shame and guilt.
"Sweetheart... we're sorry-" he began, but you cut him off.
"It's okay, go to sleep," you said quietly, your voice betraying your shaky tone."i'm going to eat, rest well."
Ratio's grip on the glass tightened a bit as he listened to your words.
He could sense the hurt and frustration beneath your calm facade.
"But...are you-" Aventurine started, but trailed off as you turned away, walking out of the room.
You didn't like this at all.
You were in the dining room, having dinner at 2am.
Your eyes were a little itchy, but maybe you were being a little exaggerated.
But you couldn't help but feel single in some way. That was when you weren't in a relationship with them.
Ratio and Aventurine lay down in bed, both still feeling the effects of the alcohol.
Ratio stared up at the ceiling, his mind still preoccupied with his worries.
Aventurine shifted uncomfortably on the bed, the guilt and shame gnawing at him.
"Maybe we should try to talk to them...?" Ratio mumbled.
Aventurine let out a weary sigh, burying his face in the pillow.
"I don't think they want to talk to us at the moment," he muttered, his words muffled by the pillow.
Ratio grimaced, realizing that Aventurine was probably right.
"Yeah, you're probably right..." he said, his voice subdued.
"I'm sure tomorrow they will forget everything," he said, caressing Ratio's cheek.
Ratio leaned into Aventurine's touch, finding comfort in his partner's presence. "I hope so..."
He was about to say something else, but a yawn cut him off.
"I'm exhausted," he mumbled, feeling the tiredness finally catching up with him.
Aventurine nodded, approaching him.
"Yeah, me too..." he murmured, his eyelids growing heavy.
"I'll try to make it up to them tomorrow," he muttered.
Ratio hummed in agreement, feeling his own eyelids droop.
Their words trailed off as they both surrendered to the pull of sleep, their alcohol-sated minds finally shutting down for the night.
Meanwhile, you finished eating your dinner, the food not helping to improve your mood.
You felt frustrated and a tad sad, despite trying to appear indifferent.
The next day, and in itself, the days that followed, you forced yourself a little to act normal, until everything was 'normal' for your mind.
All for the sake of your job and relationship.
Well, you could say that everything was fine and as before.
Except that by the 'as before', it had become somewhat distorted.
In a way, they stay attentive and worried, or so you said to yourself.
But like that in a way, you felt like they had become more bossy, so to speak.
But that's what they behaved for you.
You couldn't tell if it was how they behaved or you were just getting a little fed up with the most basic things, you have to plan and do.
I mean, you were both of them's assistant, but not the housekeeper.
Despite your efforts to act normal, there was a growing sense of irritation and frustration within you.
The lines between assistant and housekeeper often blurred, and it felt like they expected you to take on more than what was expected of your role.
Still, you tried to be understandable, you knew that their work wasn't the easiest and funniest ever.
You tried your best to push these feelings aside, but it was becoming harder and harder.
Days turned into weeks, and the strain on your nerves continued.
The tasks they asked you for went beyond what was reasonable for an assistant.
Your own responsibilities seemed to take a backseat, replaced by their demands and needs.
You felt overlooked and unappreciated, like your efforts and contributions were taken for granted.
Each time you tried to bring up your concerns, they brushed them off, assuring you that they were just being "busy" with work.
Or as they used to say, "by chance" they always did something together that kept them busy.
The sense of imbalance in the relationship continued to weigh on you, eroding your patience and confidence.
It became harder to ignore the frustration that gnawed at the pit of your stomach.
You felt like you were walking on eggshells, always trying to please them and meet their expectations.
But no matter how much you tried, it never seemed like enough.
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Contracts and preferences pt.1 pt.2
pairing. Aventurine x gn!reader x Dr ratio (poly) cw/genre. angst, argument, some slow burn again, slight being left out, some nsfw in pt.2, negligent attitudes synopsis. you went from being “decoration” and “ partner” to “ servant” and “assistant”. full menu
The more you gave, the more they seemed to demand, leaving you feeling like you were slowly sacrificing your own identity in the process.
Each passing day brought a new chore, a new task to complete.
You longed for a moment of understanding or appreciation, but it felt like your efforts were going unnoticed.
But you always pushed these thoughts and feelings down, telling yourself that it was just part of the job, part of being their assistant.
You were already managing to hold it mentally, even feeling a little calmer.
But it all went to hell.
You were currently in bed, trying to rest after a busy day.
Both Aventurine and Ratio were there, on the other side of the bed.
Your body was turned, looking at the wall, you've always liked that place.
About an hour, it was only a damn hour before you started hearing faint sound of kissing and movement in bed.
Your body stiffened as you heard the sound of their make-out session in the bed, right beside you.
You tried to ignore it, telling yourself it was normal.
But the sound of their movements and sighs of pleasure filled the room, making it impossible to escape the intimate atmosphere.
You clenched your fists, feeling a mix of discomfort and frustration.
Every kiss, every touch they shared felt like an invasion of your already limited space.
You desperately wanted to shout at them to stop, to show some respect for your feelings and the boundaries of the relationship.
But you lay there, frozen in place, your body tense and your nerves on edge.
The sound of their voices filled the room, intertwined with whispers and panting.
"Ah, wait, not that...not yet," Aven muttered.
You felt a flash of frustration, but you held your tongue.
Each moan and gasp seemed like a knife twisting in your heart.
You tried to block out the sound of their pleasure, but it was like a damn torment.
"Are you sure they're asleep?" you heard Aventurine ask, keeping his voice low.
"Yeah, just be quiet," Ratio responded, his voice hushed.
Your heart sank at his words, realizing that they thought you were sound asleep, oblivious to their intimate moments.
How many times had they done this before, assuming you were asleep?
The realization hit you like a punch in the gut.
Their voices became more hurried, their movements more urgent.
You hated this.
Their breaths, their moans filled the room, mingling with the rustling of sheets and the creaking of the bed.
You clenched your jaws, tears of frustration welling up in your eyes.
Each sound seemed to mock your presence, disregarding your feelings and boundaries.
Damn, it'd be a long night.
…
It was a long night.
You barely managed to get the dream together.
You stayed all night in the same position you were in, so you felt your body sore and numb.
When you tried to move, you felt something was attached to your back.
Aventurine was curled up against your back, sleeping peacefully.
You were trapped in his embrace, unable to move without waking him up.
You felt a mixture of irritation, struggling to untangle yourself from his grip.
But Aventurine seemed to cling to you, his arms wrapped possessively around you even in his sleep.
You gritted your teeth, frustration and frustration growing.
Ratio lay on his back, still sound asleep.
You didn't even notice that they had settled like that.
Aventurine's embrace was warm and tight, but it felt suffocating.
You tried to carefully wriggle free, but his grip only tightened, pulling you closer against his chest.
You cursed silently, feeling trapped.
Each futile attempt to move only made him snuggle tighter against you, his breath tickling your skin.
Their sleepy murmurs and sighs only added to your frustration.
Aventurine murmured something unintelligible, his head nuzzling against your shoulder as he slept.
You tried to contain your frustration and desperation.
You didn't want to make a scene, but the longer you stayed stuck like this, the more your irritation grew.
The feeling of being trapped, both physically and emotionally, was unbearable.
Finally you couldn't take it anymore and with one hand you shook his shoulder a little.
Aventurine muttered in his sleep, stirring slightly at your touch.
He let out a groggy mumble, his grip loosening slightly.
"Hm... what..?" he muttered, his voice thick with sleep.
Ratio stirred too, waking up due to the disturbance.
He blinked clearly, rubbing his eyes.
You took the opportunity to break free from Aventurine's embrace.
With a slight push, you managed to move away from him, freeing yourself from his grip.
Ratio groggily sat up, rubbing his eyes and looking sleepy.
"What's going on?" He asked, His voice still groggy.
"Nothing, nothing," you said, once you had finally freed yourself from his arms.
"You can go back to sleep," you added, as you moved down the bed, getting up.
Ratio raised an eyebrow, noting the tension in your movements.
"Are you alright?" He asked, genuinely confused.
Aventurine mumbled incoherently, his arm still outstretched as if trying to find you in his sleep.
"Better than ever," you said, with some sarcasm in your tone.
Then you left the room, to go to the bathroom and then start doing your things.
Ratio watched you go, a mixture of concern and confusion etched on his face.
He glanced at Aventurine, still asleep and mumbling in his sleep.
"What the hell was that...?" Ratio muttered, running a hand through his hair.
For your part, you were still in a bad mood, because of the bad night and everything that was starting to come together.
You left the bathroom, somewhat refreshed, starting to go to the kitchen, to prepare the damn breakfast, as always.
You entered the kitchen, feeling a pang of frustration as you began preparing breakfast.
The motions felt mechanical, your mind preoccupied with the events of the night before.
You couldn't shake the feeling of being ignored and underappreciated.
Every task felt like another responsibility piled on your shoulders, another item on a never-ending checklist.
As you went about making breakfast, the kitchen slowly began to fill with the aroma of food.
The sounds of frying and sizzling filled the air, a familiar routine you had grown accustomed to.
After some time, Ratio entered the kitchen, still a bit sleepy.
He approached you, leaning against the counter as you continued to work.
"What's on the menu today?" he asked, stifling a yawn.
You replied without looking at him, focusing on preparing the food.
"Toast, scrambled eggs, and sausage."
Ratio hummed in acknowledgment, his gaze following your every move.
He opened his mouth to say something, but he closed it soon after, noting your distant behavior.
Ratio stayed for a moment, observing you in the kitchen, noting the slight detachment in your demeanor.
The silence between you was palpable, as you continued preparing breakfast without meeting his gaze.
Ratio shifted his weight, leaning against the counter.
"You seem quiet today," he finally said, breaking the stillness.
"As always, love," you said, as you continued to move the sarten a little.
Ratio's eyes narrowed slightly at your response.
"Is everything alright...?" He inquired, his voice laced with concern.
You shrugged nonchalantly, continuing your tasks without lifting your gaze.
"I'm just focused on the breakfast," you replied, dodging the question.
Ratio let out a thoughtful hum, studying your demeanor.
"Are you sure? You seem... tense now."
He tried to catch your eyes, wanting to gauge your mood.
"Nah, you think too much," you said, turning the eggs.
Ratio sighed, realizing that you were not going to give in easily.
He leaned his head slightly, his eyes fixed on your back as you continued cooking.
"Sweetheart, you know you can talk to me, right?"
He tried to sound reassuring, hoping to draw an honest response from you.
Meanwhile, Aventurine appeared in the kitchen, still a bit disoriented.
"Morning," he chimed in, approaching Ratio.
Ratio glanced at him, his expression conveying a silent message.
Aventurine, still half-asleep and disheveled, shuffled closer to Ratio.
He yawned loudly and rubbed his eyes, unaware of the tension in the air.
"What's for breakfast?" he asked, his voice gravelly with sleep.
Ratio looked between Aventurine and you, noting the contrast in your demeanors.
He turned his attention back to Aventurine, trying to divert his attention.
"They're making eggs and toast," he responded, keeping his voice neutral.
Aventurine hummed in approval, the scent of breakfast rousing him further.
He took a seat at the table, still a bit groggy.
"Sounds delicious," he commented, his stomach grumbling.
However, Ratio's eyes lingered on you, his concern growing.
He observed you as you moved around the kitchen, noting the subtle signs of frustration in your movements.
Ratio cast a glance your way, noticing the way you seemed to be deliberately avoiding looking at Aventurine.
He furrowed his brow, mentally noting the subtle cues of discomfort.
He needed to tread carefully here.
"Sweetheart, can you make me a coffee?" Aven asked, from the table, lying down a little on this.
You paused your tasks, turning your gaze towards Aventurine, who was leaning on the table.
His request was a routine one, yet today it felt like another demand added to your already overflowing to-do list.
You let out a soft sigh.
"Sure, love," you responded, forcing a neutral tone.
You tried to keep a neutral expression, though the irritation was bubbling just beneath the surface.
Ratio watched the interaction with a keen eye, sensing the subtle tension in your response.
He observed as you moved to prepare Aventurine's coffee.
The silence in the kitchen was punctuated only by the sounds of brewing coffee and the sizzle of eggs frying.
Ratio continued to study you, noticing the small telltales of your frustration, the slight clenching of your jaw.
Aventurine, blissfully unaware, hummed in appreciation as he waited for his coffee.
He approached you, with calm steps, before taking your waist and attaching his body to your back.
You froze for a moment as Ratio's body suddenly came into contact with your back.
His hands on your waist were a usual gesture, but today felt like an invasion of your personal space.
You tried to conceal your discomfort.
His breath tickled the back of your neck, but instead of comfort, it only heightened your discomfort.
"Uhm... could you?" You said, as you moved your arms a little. Waiting for him to catch the hint.
Ratio seemed to misunderstand your meaning, thinking you were gesturing for something else.
He leaned in a bit more, his presence enveloping you from behind.
"What is it, sweetheart?" he asked, his voice soft and intimate.
Frustration welled up within you as his grip tightened, his body pressed closer against your back.
You let out a forced laugh, trying to maintain a semblance of normalcy.
"I need to finish cooking," you explained, your voice slightly strained. "Can you... give me some space, please?"
Ratio seemed a bit surprised by your request, but he immediately released his grip, stepping back to give you some space.
He tilted his head slightly, his expression showing a hint of concern.
"Sure, of course," he said, his voice laced with understanding.
You let out a sigh, something relieved.
"Can you take this to Aven?" you said as you pointed your hand at the fresh cup of coffee.
Ratio nodded, picking up the cup of freshly brewed coffee.
He approached Aventurine, who was still sitting at the table, and placed the cup in front of him.
"Here you go," Ratio said, his tone soft, while kissing him on the head.
Aventurine let out a slight laugh at his actions.
"Thanks," he said, recording the cup and taking a sip.
Ratio smiled back at Aventurine, watching him save the coffee.
Meanwhile, you attempted to return to cooking, trying to suppress the turmoil of emotions welling up inside you.
However, Ratio's eyes remained fixed on you, his observant gaze taking in your every movement.
Once you finished preparing breakfast, you walked to the table, holding their plates for them to eat.
You left them and also left yours in your place.
Ratio and Aventurine began to eat, the sound of their forks clinking against the porcelain creating a gentle rhythm.
However, Ratio couldn't shake off the unease he felt as he observed your behavior.
He could see the subtle signs of tension in your body language, the small gestures that hinted at your inner turmoil.
Ratio tried to engage in light conversation, hoping to ease the tension.
"The food is delicious, as always," he commented, his gaze flickering towards you.
Aventurine nodded in agreement, devouring his food with enthusiasm.
"Yeah, it's really good. You always make the best breakfast," he said, with his mouth still somewhat full.
"I'm glad you like it," you said, and before you started eating, you got up from the table, to head towards the bedroom.
They watched as you got up and started to leave the table.
His eyebrows furrowed, knowing that something was off by your abrupt departure.
"Sweetheart, you're not going to eat?" Aventurine asked, his voice tinged with concern and confusion.
You paused in your steps, turning slightly to look at them.
"Huh, yeah," you replied, your voice soft. "I'm just going to change the sheets in bed,"
"'cause I don't think you two changed it," you muttered between your teeth, before continuing on your way to the bedroom.
Ratio and Aventurine exchanged glances, realizing the hidden meaning behind your words.
"Right..." Aventurine murmured, a slight hint of embarrassment in his tone.
Meanwhile, Ratio pursed his lips.
Now, more relieved to change the dirty sheets, you left them in the washing machine.
And again you headed towards the dining room, sitting in your place.
When you arrived, you hadn't realized that your plate was now in your hands and suddenly you were now sitting on Ratio's lap.
Ratio, taking advantage of your moment of surprise, had gently pulled you onto his lap without you noticing.
A small gasp escaped your lips as you found yourself sitting on his thighs, the unexpected move leaving you momentarily flustered.
Aventurine chuckled, amused by the sight of you on Ratio's lap.
Ratio wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you snugly against his chest.
"Okay, sweetie," Aven said as he turned a little in his seat.
"Open your mouth," he added, as he approached your fork with food toward your mouth.
You felt a mixture of surprise and slight resistance as Aventurine tried to feed you.
Ratio's arms held you firmly on his lap, preventing you from moving away.
"I can feed myself," you protested, trying to push away Aventurine's hand with the fork.
Aventurine smiled mischievously as he brought the fork closer to your lips.
Ratio let out a soft chuckle, holding you tighter against him, enjoying the playful interaction.
"Come on, sweetheart, don't be so difficult," Ratio said.
"Let Vasha feed you."
Aventurine nodded in agreement, his eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief.
"That's right. Let us pamper you a bit," he added, bringing the fork closer to your lips again.
You moved something inconsulate, as you pulled your face away from the fork.
"No, I can do it alone," you said again, with some tension in your voice.
You were trying to control yourself so that frustration and irritation wouldn't consume you.
Ratio tightened his grip around your waist, keeping you firmly seated on his lap.
He leaned in closer, his voice now a soft murmur in your ear.
"Sweetheart, relax," he said, his breath against your ear sending a shiver down your spine.
"Just let us take care of you."
Meanwhile, Aventurine continued to attempt to feed you, enjoying the little game he had initiated.
He brought the fork gently to your lips once again, his eyes fixed on your stubborn expression.
"C'mon, just one little bite," he coaxed.
Your irritation grows more and more, your patience slowly reaching its limit.
Ratio's firm grip on your waist and Aventurine's persistence to feed you were driving you to the edge.
You gritted your teeth, trying to control the feeling of frustration that was coursing through you.
"I don't need to be pampered," you snapped, your voice strained.
You tried once again to push Aventurine's hand with the fork away, but Ratio's hold kept you firmly on his lap.
Ratio's grip remained steadfast, his arms firm around your waist.
Aventurine let out a soft chuckle, enjoying the challenge of trying to feed you.
"Oh, but we want to pamper you," Ratio said, his voice low and persuasive.
"Just one small bite, sweetheart," Aventurine echoed, attempting to force the fork into your mouth.
You were trapped between the two of them, their insistence to pamper you clashing with your growing frustration.
You couldn't hold back anymore.
The feeling of being controlled and restricted was overwhelming.
You snapped, your frustration finally exploding.
"No!" You exclaimed, pushing Aventurine's hand away forcefully, causing the fork to fall to the floor.
"I don't want to be pampered! I just want to be left alone and do things myself!"
Ratio and Aventurine froze, their playful expressions changing to surprise at your outburst.
Ratio's arms loosened around your waist as he was startled by your outburst.
He exchanged a glance with Aventurine, both of them taken aback by the force behind your words.
"Sweetheart, we..." Ratio began to say, his voice soft, but you interrupted him before he could continue.
You pushed away from Ratio's lap, standing up abruptly.
"I don't need your pampering. I can manage myself just fine," you said, your voice still tinged with anger.
Aventurine stood still, watching you get up, his eyebrows frowning a little in an hurt way.
Ratio wasn't going to keep quiet, first you push Aven's hand hard and now you behave like that?
"What the hell is wrong with you?" He asked as he got up from his chair.
You spun quickly, meeting Ratio's gaze, your frustration and irritation still visible.
"What is wrong with me? What's wrong with you two?" you retorted, your voice rising.
Ratio stepped closer to you, his eyes narrowing.
"We just want to take care of you," he said, his voice laced with frustration. "Can't we even do that?"
"Oh," you let go, almost lowering your tone, sarcastically. "of course, of course, now you both want to take care of me,"
"How funny, really," you added, letting out a slight laugh without grace.
Ratio was getting exasperated by your attitude, his patience wearing thin.
"What the hell does that mean?" He demanded, his voice raising in volume. "We've always taken care of you, so why are you acting like this now?"
Aventurine, who previously was watching the argument, finally spoke up.
"He's right, sweetheart," he intervened, "we're just trying to be nice, why are you getting mad?" his voice soft but still carrying a hint of offense.
"Oh, aeons," you let go, smiling a little as you ran your hand across your face.
At this point you didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"Although you two had great jobs, apparently never learned the meaning of a few words," you snapped.
You meant the word 'always', by Ratio's words, since according to him, they always took care of you.
Ratio's irritation only grew in response to your sarcasm.
"Oh, please, enlighten us then," he said, his voice thick with sarcasm. "What words do we need to learn?"
Aventurine, now with more upset in his facial expressions, frowned.
"Yeah, I'd like to know too," he echoed Ratio's sentiment, "since apparently we've been doing a terrible job of taking care of you."
You let out a frustrated sign, your emotions boiling over.
"Do you really want to know what words?" You asked, your voice rising.
"Alright. Let's start with always. Apparently, you define 'always' as 'sometimes'," you exclaimed, your voice filled with bitterness.
"Ha! Or even like 'almost never'."
They exchange surprised glances, taken aback by your response.
Ratio crossed his arms, his irritation still palpable.
"What? We take care of you all the time," he retorted, his voice defensive.
Aventurine nodded in agreement, adding to Ratio's defense.
"Yeah, we do everything for you. We look after you, we're kind to you, and make sure you're comfortable. How is that not 'always'?"
You let go of another laugh, as a mockery.
"Oh guys, you are for each other" you said.
"Seriously, you two are completely oblivious."
Before they could answer, you kept talking.
"Oh, but let's see," you said, as you put a hand on your lips, as if you were thinking.
"Because you two are so kind and considerate to me, surely thought it would be a good idea to fuck next to me, while I was 'sleeping,'" you said as you made quotation marks with your fingers.
"Oh right," you said before clearing your throat, ready to mimic their voices.
"'Are you sure they're asleep?','Yeah, just be quiet'."
They both froze, their eyes widened in surprise at your revelation.
Ratio's expression turned from annoyance to a mix of surprise and sheepishness.
"Oh come on, it's not like we were intentionally—"
Aventurine interrupted Ratio, trying to defend themselves.
"You... you weren't asleep?," he said, his voice hesitant.
You raised an eyebrow at their words, not letting their words diminish your anger.
"Surprise, surprise! No, I wasn't sleeping," you retorted, "It's hard to sleep when the bed is shaking violently and there's moans all night long."
Aventurine's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, realizing the implications of your words.
Ratio's annoyance returned, trying to defend their actions.
"Well, we didn't realize you were awake," he said, "We just thought you were a heavy sleeper or something."
"Bullshit," you released.
"Oh, Aven, how is your back?" You asked, pretending to be concerned.
Aventurine's embarrassment only deepened.
"Uh, it's... fine," he muttered, his voice quieter than usual.
Ratio, however, was not about to back down.
"What's the big deal anyway?" he said, his irritation seeping into his voice. "We're in a relationship, it's normal for us to be intimate."
You let out an exasperated sign, your frustration growing even more.
"The 'big deal' is that it's disrespectful and inconsiderate," you said, your voice growing louder.
"You two made all that noise and didn't even bother to check if I was asleep or not."
Ratio rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed.
"Oh, come on now," he said, "you're blowing this out of proportion. We just forgot to check. It's not a big deal."
"Yes, it's a big deal, because I'm also your partner!" you snapped, with a heavy annoyance in your tone.
Ratio seemed unfazed by your assertion.
"Yes," he responded, his tone not matching your annoyance. "You are our partner, but we have our own relationship too."
This only fueled your irritation even more.
"So what? You think I'm just an accessory to your relationship?" you snapped.
Aventurine, sensing the tension, tried to intervene.
"Sweetheart, that's not what he means," he tried to mediate.
"Shut up," you let go, as it was starting to irritate you to want to appease the situation, as if it wasn't anything important.
Aventurine's attempt to intervene was abruptly shut down by your sharp words.
Ratio, feeling provoked by your reaction, shot back.
"Hey, don't talk to him like that," he snapped, his irritation reaching its peak.
You, on the other hand, were not backing down.
"Why not? I'm tired of you two treating me as if my feelings don't matter," you said, your voice rising once again.
Ratio's defensive attitude was not waning.
"Your feelings do matter," he retorted, "but you're overreacting. It's just a small example."
You were becoming more and more frustated by Ratio's dismissal of your feelings.
"Example?" you asked.
"You want more examples?, of course," you let go, getting a little closer to both.
"Maybe that 'decoration' and 'partner' stuff isn't the best term for me."
Ratio's annoyance turned into confusion, as he exchanged a glance with Aventurine.
"You know what should be the term that describes me?" You asked rhetorically before answering yourself.
"Assistant who is more of a servant,"
Ratio and Aventurine fell silent, shocked by your words.
Ratio seemed taken aback, his expression turning dark.
"Assistant? Servant? What are you saying?" He asked, his voice low.
Aventurine, on the other hand, seemed saddened by your words.
"Is that really how you see yourself?" He asked, his voice soft.
"And you still ask, Kakavasha?" You snapped, as you looked at him, after asking that stupid question.
"Now all I hear are petitions, petitions and more petitions." You kept talking, not waiting for them to respond. "Even some become orders,"
Ratio was becoming angry at your comparison.
"That's not true," he argued, "we don't treat you like a servant."
Aventurine was already getting tense again, bothered by the tone you were talking about and how to say things that, to him, made no sense.
"We just ask for your help with small things sometimes," he said, his voice steady.
But you continued to express your frustration.
"It's not just 'small things,'" you said, "It feels like that's all I'm there for, to do whatever you ask, whenever you want."
You saw that Ratio was going to speak again, you supposed to dismiss your words, so you didn't let him answer, speaking first.
"Put this in the washing machine, did you change the bath towels?, Pass me this, pass me that, You have the agenda tomorrow and in the past?, Wash the clothes, Clean the house, Wash the dishes, Order our belongings, Make me a coffee, Is breakfast ready?" You said suddenly, several examples of what they were asking for. "And the list goes on,"
Seeing their faces, you mocked, "A little more and I'm ordered to make an appointment for you two."
Aventurine was starting to get defensive, but he was still trying to control himself.
"We just ask for your help because we need it," he said, his voice rising. "We're busy with other things."
You, on the other hand, weren't accepting their excuses.
"You two are always too busy," you said, your own voice rising. "What about me? I'm busy too, I have things to do, you know?"
Ratio, who had been quiet for a few moments, suddenly interjected.
"Are you really that busy?" He asked sarcastically. "You're just at home, doing nothing all day."
That stung hard.
You felt a stab of resentment at his words, as if he had dismissed all the hard work you did day in and day out to keep their life together.
"Doing nothing all day?" You echoed, your voice filled with a mixture of hurt and anger. "You really think that?"
Ratio held his gaze, his eyes cold as he spoke.
"Well, what else do you do?" I've inquired.
"Ha, right," You let out a bitter laugh, "I don't do anything and you're both so busy, so I have to be always on call to wait on you."
Ratio's expression hardened, not appreciating your sarcasm.
"We're not asking you to be on call," he said, his voice growing louder. "We just expect you to help out around the house and with other matters. It's a partnership."
"You live here too, so you should pull your weight," Aventurine added, echoing Ratio's words.
You felt your frustration boiling over.
"Pull my weight?" You repeated, your voice rising. "I already do-"
"How much you complain about, if that's what you signed the contracts for, that's what you're our assistant for." Ratio interrupted you, coldly in his tone.
Your irritation shot up even outside, fueled by Ratio's words.
"And there it is," you snapped, "the real reason you two want me here, right? I'm just your little helper, your assistant, here to do the dirty work while you two play."
This time, Ratio didn't deny anything. "Yes, because that's who you are."
You felt a pang of pain at his confirmation. It was as if he had just confirmed all your fears, that you were nothing more than a convenient presence in their lives.
Aventurine chimed in, his voice trying to defend Ratio.
"It's not just about that," he said, hesitantly. "We value your company, and we enjoy spending time with you-"
You cut him off.
"As long as I'm useful, right?" You said, your voice tinged with bitterness.
The realization that your relationship with them had been reduced to a transactional, one-sided partnership hit you hard.
Your eyes stung with unshed tears, but you pushed on, refusing to back down.
"Is that really all I am to you?" You asked, your voice shaking slightly. "Just a convenience?"
Ratio's Demeanor remained cold, unfazed by your emotional display.
"You knew the terms when you signed the contracts," he stated matter-of-factly.
Aventurine, a little quieter up to that point, chimed in.
"We told you what the arrangement would be from the start," he said, his tone less harsh than Ratio's. "But that doesn't mean we don't have a relationship."
"Right, a 'relationship,'" you repeated, with a touch of sarcasm. "Is that what you call this? Because from where I'm standing, it feels more like you two just want a live-in maid."
Ratio's expression darkened even more, clearly not appreciating your tone.
"We're not forcing you to stay here, you know," he said. "If you're so unhappy, you can always leave."
His words were like another knife in your heart.
You weren't sure how to respond. The thought of leaving them had never crossed your mind. Despite everything, you loved them. But the way they had just treated you, like you were nothing more than a convenience, had hurt deeply.
You swallowed hard, trying to keep your voice steady.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you, Veritas?" You retorted, your voice quivering slightly.
But as much as you tried, you couldn't stop the tears you were trying not to shed from falling.
Ratio shrugged nonchalantly, as if to say that's what he really thought. Aventurine, on the other hand, remained silent, unable to defend you.
It was so unfair.
You looked at Ratio with displeasure, no matter that your vision is blurred by tears
You stopped looking at him, to look at Aventurine, waiting for him to say something, to take your side in this.
But seeing that he wasn't going to say anything, you were instantly agitated.
"I met you first," you said, almost in a plea.
He looked down to one side.
"Vasha...?" You asked, something fearful about his action.
"...I met him first." He said, in a low tone.
Your heart sank further. It was as if Ratio's words had just confirmed everything you had feared. It was clear that they valued each other more than they valued you.
Oh, you felt so stupid.
You started sobbing, with that, humbling yourself more in front of both of you.
You didn't want to do that, but after suppressing your feelings for a long time, it made it difficult for you to control yourself a little.
Both Ratio and Aventurine seemed uncomfortable at the sight of your crying. Ratio looked away, clearly not interested in dealing with your emotional outburst. Aventurine, on the other hand, looked conflicted, torn between comforting you or respecting Ratio's attitude.
He took a step closer to you, but Ratio stopped him with a gesture.
"Don't coddle them," Ratio commanded, his voice still firm. Aventurine hesitated, looking conflicted, but ultimately stayed put.
"You're being cruel." Aventurine mumbled, looking at Ratio with a certain disapproval for his way of acting.
Ratio shot a sharp glance at Aventurine.
"They're just being overly emotional," Ratio said, dismissing Aventurine's concern.
Meanwhile, their words and lack of compassion only deepened your sobbing. You felt completely alone in this.
Maybe you were from the start.
Even standing there in front of them you tried to cover your face, with your hands you tried to clumsily wipe your tears, to stop humiliating yourself.
Ratio's coldness contrasted sharply with Aventurine's visible concern.
"Oh, stop," Ratio said, rolling his eyes.
Aventurine protested again.
"They're obviously hurt," he said, his eyes flickering to you, "We can't just ignore that."
Ratio shrugged indifferently.
"They'll be fine," he said. "They're just being dramatic."
Aventurine looked at Ratio with a mix of disbelief and disappointment.
"You're unbelievable," he mumbled.
Meanwhile, Ratio looked almost annoyed.
"Now, come on, it's been late," he said, starting to walk into the bedroom, to change and get out.
Aventurine watched Ratio leave the space and then turned his gaze to you.
You kept wiping away your tears as best as you could, still trying to compose yourself, but the hurt and frustration were deep-seated.
When he approached you, you took a step back, feeling vulnerable and a bit defensive after the previous argument.
His voice was softer than Ratio's had been.
"Here, let me…" Aventurine said, gently reaching out to help you wipe your tears.
You didn't refuse, but it wasn't like you accepted or made the slightest attempt to stick to him.
Aventurine tried to be gentle as he dabbed away your tears.
But you were still feeling raw and hurt, and it was difficult for you to feel comforted. You kept looking down, avoiding his gaze.
You didn't feel special or anything, at that moment you could just continue sobbing and letting the tears soak your face.
Ratio, impatient and already on his way to the bedroom, called out to him. "Vasha, come on."
Aventurine shot a concerned glance at you before looking back at Ratio.
"What about them?" he asked, gesturing towards you.
Ratio didn't even look back.
"They'll be fine," Ratio repeated, as he opened the bedroom door. "They just need a moment to calm down."
Aventurine let out a sigh, torn between staying with you or complying with Ratio's demand. He seemed torn, as if he didn't want to leave you in that state, but also didn't want to ignore Ratio's call.
He looked at you again, his eyes reflecting his conflict. Finally, he spoke in a hushed tone, as if he didn't want Ratio to hear.
"We'll talk later, alright?" he said, trying to give a small reassurances.
Then, without waiting for your response, Aventurine reluctantly followed Ratio into the bedroom.
The door closed behind Aventurine, leaving you alone in the hallway.
The silence echoed in your ears, the only sound being your shallow breathing as you tried to contain your sobs.
You felt so alone and unimportant. It seemed as if your emotions didn't matter to Ratio, and even Aventurine's attempts at comfort seemed half-hearted.
The apartment was now quiet, and you were left with your thoughts. The realization of Ratio's harsh words, his casual dismissal of you, and Aventurine's inability to defend you or at least stand up for you, weighed heavily on your heart.
You remained standing in the hallway, the sobs still making your chest ache with each deep breath.
You managed to go and lock yourself in the spare room next to the master bedroom, seeking solace in that bed.
After locking the door, you climbed into the bed and curled up in a ball under the covers.
The tears continued to fall, your body trembling from the force of your sobs. The room was dark, and the silence around you seemed to amplify your pain.
The conversation with them played over and over again in your mind, their words like poison in your heart.
They just see you as their little helper, someone who serves their needs.
You clutched a pillow tightly, burying your face in it as you tried to muffle your sobs. The pain of their indifference was almost physical, like a weight pressing heavily on your chest.
It was as if the bed enveloped you in a cold, embraced the loneliness you felt in your core.
But just being there and allowing yourself to cry felt good, you didn't hold back.
You don't know how long you were there, sobbing and sobbing, but at some point, tiredness made you practically faint, falling sound asleep.
Even at night, when they had both already returned home, you were still in that room, sleeping.
As they entered the apartment, they noticed that the table was still with the dirty dishes and your breakfast plate that you did not even arrive to eat.
Ratio and Aventurine exchanged a knowing look as they noticed the untouched breakfast.
Ratio spoke first.
"They didn't eat anything all day, huh?" He said, a hint of indifference in his voice.
Aventurine nodded, a mix of guilt and shame on his face.
"I guess not," he mumbled.
Ratio let out a sigh, as he squeezed the bridge of his nose a little.
Ratio walked a little further through the apartment, his expression hard to read.
Aventurine followed him, his footsteps echoing behind Ratio's.
"Maybe we should have checked on them," Aventurine said, his voice tinged with guilt.
Ratio remained silent, while frowning somewhat hesitantly.
Aventurine spoke again, his voice was low.
"Do you think they're still upset?" he asked Ratio.
Ratio let out a sigh again.
"Of course they're upset," he replied, "We literally said hurtful things to their face, Vasha."
Aventurine looked even more guilty as Ratio stated the obvious.
"But I thought you said they were just overreacting?" He said, almost defensively.
Ratio looked to the side, somewhat annoyed by Aventurine's comment. "And I think they are," he said, "But that doesn't mean we didn't hurt them."
There was a moment of silence between the two, before Ratio spoke again. This time, his voice softer than before.
"We may have to find a way to apologize," he said, sighing again.
Aventurine nodded in agreement, seemingly glad that Ratio had considered some kind of reconciliation.
Ratio continued to look at the dirty dishes, the ones they had left there before going out and the breakfast that you had prepared but not touched. That made him feel a new pang, a pang of guilt, but he refused to dwell on that now.
Aventurine spoke again, breaking the silence.
"We should talk to them, right?"
Ratio considered for a moment before nodding.
"Yes, we can talk to them."
Aventurine seemed to take a silent sigh of relief, glad that Ratio agreed to the option.
"When?" he prompted.
Ratio looked at the bedroom door, clearly aware that you were in there.
"Now," Ratio answered, his voice firm.
Aventurine stared at Ratio, slightly surprised by the response.
"Now? But they might be asleep..." he muttered, hesitantly.
Ratio's expression didn't change, as he was resolute.
"It's still early," he replied, "And they are probably awake."
Ratio started walking towards the bedroom door, Aventurine following close behind.
As they approached the door Ratio paused, listening for a moment to see if he could hear any sounds from inside.
Meanwhile, Aventurine stood by, his heart racing a little.
In the finals, he ended up knocking on the door, not too loud.
There was no response after five minutes.
Aventurine shifted uncomfortably. "Maybe they really are asleep," he said hesitantly.
Ratio sighed, a slight trace of worry crossing his expression.
"Maybe...we should check on them," he suggested, his voice tinged with a subtle concern.
Aventurine nodded, agreeing with Ratio's suggestion.
"Yeah,"
Ratio took a breath, then reached for the doorknob and slowly turned it, opening the door a crack to peek inside.
Ratio slowly opened the door and looked inside.
The bedroom was dark, the only light coming from the lamp in the hallway. However, it was enough to see you lying on the bed, your face buried in the pillows.
A soft, regular sound betrayed the steady rhythm of your breathing.
Ratio pushed the door open a little further, his eyes still fixed on your sleeping form.
Aventurine peered over his shoulder, trying to catch a glimpse of you.
"Are they...?" Aventurine whispered, looking at Ratio.
Ratio answered, still observing you. "Yes, they are asleep."
Aventurine let out a sigh, relieved to know that you were indeed asleep.
"That's good, right...?" he said, half expecting Ratio to agree with him.
Ratio, still looking at you, however, didn't answer immediately.
He simply stood there, watching you sleep silently, a strange expression on his face.
Ratio's sudden silence confused Aventurine. He looked at Ratio's face, trying to understand his expression.
"Veritas?" Aventurine murmured, his voice a little higher than a whisper.
Ratio turned his head slightly, his eyes still fixed on you.
"Hm?" he responded, almost as if he had forgotten that Aventurine was there.
Aventurine looked at Ratio and then at you again, starting to realize that Ratio was strangely contemplative.
"Are you...ok?" Aventurine asked, a note of hesitation in his voice.
Ratio seemed to come out of his trance, snapping his eyes back to Aventurine.
"Yes, I'm fine," he said, though there was a slight hesitation in his words.
Ratio slowly closed the door, then turned to Aven.
Who grabbed his face, somewhat worried.
"Tomorrow we will talk to them and everything will be fine," he said, rubbing his cheeks gently.
"Yes, tomorrow," he repeated, more as if assuring himself than Aventurine.
He closed his eyes for a moment, letting Aventurine's hands remain on his face for a while.
It was somewhat comforting, but Ratio's mind was still occupied with the previous argument.
...
The morning sun slowly shone through the curtains, illuminating the bedroom.
Ratio and Aventurine, both already awake, were still lying in bed. However, neither of them had gotten up yet.
Ratio had his eyes fixed on a point on the ceiling while Aventurine sat against the headboard, looking thoughtful.
There was an unusual tension between them, the events of the previous day hanging heavily in the air.
Aventurine broke the silence first.
"Veritas," he said, looking at Ratio.
Ratio turned to look at him, wordlessly waiting for him to speak.
Aventurine continued, his voice low but firm. "We need to talk to them, like we said we would," he said.
Ratio sighed slightly, already knowing what was coming.
He knew they had agreed to speak to you, but the thought of it made him uncomfortable.
"I know," he murmured, turning his gaze back to the ceiling.
Aventurine noticed Ratio's uneasiness and looked at him with slight irritation.
"Why do you look so reluctant?" he asked, a note of annoyance in his voice.
Ratio didn't answer immediately, he looked away to one side, avoiding Aventurine's gaze.
Aventurine pressed him again.
"Veritas."
Ratio finally turned to him, his expression somewhat resigned.
"I feel like I went too far," he said.
Aventurine's expression softened a little, hearing Ratio's confession.
"I think we both went too far," he said, gently.
"Yeah," he confessed, his voice softer than usual. "What I said yesterday was...harsh."
"You feel...bad?"
Ratio nodded slightly, sighing afterwards.
"I feel ashamed," he admitted, still avoiding eye contact.
Aventurine moved a little closer to him, a hint of empathy in his eyes.
He reached out and placed a hand on Ratio's shoulder, a gesture of comfort.
"I feel the same," he said quietly. "I should have said something, tried to stop you..."
Ratio finally looked at him, the corner of his mouth tugging slightly in something resembling a weak smile.
"I wouldn't have listened to you anyway," he said, not trying to hide the truth.
Aventurine couldn't help but chuckle a little despite the serious atmosphere within the room.
"Probably not," he agreed.
There was a moment of silence, before Aventurine spoke again, changing the topic.
"Do you think they will forgive us...?"
Ratio closed his eyes for a moment, thinking about the question.
The events of the day before played again in his mind, each harsh word, and your tearful expression.
"I don't know," he responded truthfully, his voice low. "I hope so, but..."
He was going to say something else, but he shake his head, pushing away negative thoughts.
"No, they're going to forgive us." He said, in a way of convincing himself.
"They will," Aventurine said, in an attempt to give some comfort, although his face said that he had doubts.
Ratio nodded slightly, yet the look in his eyes betrayed the uncertainty he still felt.
Then, another silence fell across the room, only the sound of a clock ticking could be heard.
After a long moment, Aventurine spoke again, breaking the quiet.
"We should get up...and go talk to them," he said, glancing at the bedroom door.
"Yes, we should..." Ratio agreed, though neither of them made any effort to actually get up from the bed.
They both lay there for a few more moments, as if they had both suddenly lost the courage to do what they had promised.
Aventurine was the first to stir, sitting up.
"Come on," he said, reaching out a hand towards Ratio, silently prompting him to get up as well.
Ratio looked at Aventurine's outstretched hand for a moment before finally grasping it and pulling himself up.
He swung his legs off the bed and got to his feet, feeling somewhat reluctant but knowing that the conversation was unavoidable.
No one said anything as they left the room to go to the dining room.
As they entered the dining room, their eyes immediately fell on the breakfast table.
Or, more precisely, on its lack of dirty dishes.
The plate they had left after breakfast was gone. The table was completely clean and polished as usual.
Their eyes fixed on the spotless surface for a moment, then they heard noise in the kitchen.
They both turned in the direction of the kitchen at the noise.
As they stepped into the kitchen, they were met by the sight of you standing by the counter.
Currently, you were busy placing clean dishes in a cabinet.
You even had food put in a pan, which was being frightened, while you arranged some clean dishes and glasses that you had just finished washing and drying.
They stood at the entrance for a moment, both a little unsure of what to say or how to behave.
You seemed to be too focused on your tasks to notice their presence at first.
Aventurine and Ratio exchanged a quick glance, both aware that this was the moment they had to talk to you.
Then, Ratio took a step forward and cleared his throat slightly to get your attention.
Your head snapped over to look at him, surprise and a slight hint of cold indifference appearing on your face as you made eye contact with Ratio.
Seeing your expression made Ratio hesitate for a moment, his throat feeling dry. He swallowed, trying to find the right words to say.
Aventurine, standing next to him, shot him a look that clearly said, say something.
There was a palpable tension in the air, the events of the day before still hanging heavy between you all.
You broke the silence first, your voice quiet but steady.
"Good morning."
Seeing that no one was speaking, you were not going to be rude, especially to your bosses.
Ratio took a moment to respond, feeling a bit taken aback by your flat greeting.
"Good morning," he returned, his voice somewhat awkward.
Ratio opened his mouth slightly, to try to say something again, but words got stuck in his throat.
He wanted to apologize right away, but he couldn't find the right words.
Aventurine noticed his struggle and decided to act first.
He stepped forward until he was standing next to Ratio, then sighed slightly before speaking.
"Can we...talk to you?" he said, his voice softer than usual.
You finished placing the last glass in the cabinet and closed the door before turning to face them fully.
"We're already talking," you said, something obvious.
Ratio pursed his lips at your response, a bit irritated by your coldness. But he knew it was their own fault, he tried to stay calm.
"But yeah, we can talk when I'm done preparing breakfast." You spoke before they said anything.
"Also, I also have to talk to both about some things," you added, calmly, as you turned back to the stove, to make sure that the food does not burn.
They watched you turn your back to them to tend to the food, a lump forming in each of their throats.
They both hadn't expected such a sharp and indifferent response from you, but they knew they deserved it.
Ratio looked at Aventurine, who seemed just as uncomfortable and regretful.
Neither of them spoke, waiting for you to continue.
The only sounds in the room were the quiet sounds of the food cooking and the sizzling.
After a few moments, you spoke again, still with your back to them.
"You can sit down," you said, gesturing slightly towards the table behind them.
Ratio and Aventurine exchanged a look, then both sat down at the table, silently.
They waited, the silence seemed to stretch on indefinitely.
"Love, you want me to, huh, help you?" Aventurine tried to break the uncomfortable silence.
You shook your head without turning around, silently rejecting Aventurine's offer.
"No, thank you. I'm handling it."
They remained silent again, watching you work.
Ratio leaned back in his seat, his hands clasped together under his chin, as he watched you in silence.
Aventurine, for his part, was tapping his fingers nervously on the tabletop, his gaze flitting back and forth between you and Ratio.
The atmosphere was uncomfortable, with none of them knowing how to begin the conversation.
You continued your tasks in the kitchen, acting as if they weren't there.
Finally, you turned off the stove and turned around to face them again.
You had plates in your hands, which you put in front of them. The smell of the food was good.
"Here's the food," you said, still in a cold tone.
Then you turned around again, bringing your own plate, as you sat in front of them.
Ratio and Aventurine looked at the food on their plates.
It all looked very good, just like you always prepared.
But, they didn't feel like eating, the knot in their stomachs preventing them from doing so.
You started to eat, silently. Ratio and Aventurine didn't move.
Another silence fell, heavy and uncomfortable.
Aventurine glanced at Ratio, silently communicating to say something, before it got even more tense.
Ratio took a moment to look back at Aventurine.
He knew Aventurine was right. They had to start the conversation.
He turned his gaze to you, who continued to eat, without looking up.
He opened his mouth to say something, but still, the words didn't flow.
Finally, after taking a deep breath, he managed to start speaking.
"We… we want to apologize," Ratio began, his voice strained, "for what we said yesterday."
You didn't respond to Ratio's apology right away, continuing to eat.
However, they could see that you had stopped for a moment, listening to him.
"We said some things that...we didn't mean," Ratio continued, his expression remorseful. "And we didn't act right, towards you," he added quietly, casting his eyes downward.
You finished chewing and swallowing what you had in your mouth before you spoke.
"Okay, now I want to hear you," you said, looking at Aventurine.
By the time you had listened to Ratio, so now it was time for you to hear him.
Aventurine swallowed hard, feeling like a child who had just been scolded.
He swallowed, feeling the knots in his stomach tighten even more.
"I also want to apologize," he said, his voice slightly unsteady. "I shouldn't have said what I said yesterday," he admitted, regretting the words he had spoken.
Then, he added, his face more distressed. "I also shouldn't have been silent, when Veritas-" He stopped short, realizing he almost referred to Ratio as such.
A small, almost bitter smile pulled at the corner of your mouth. But you said nothing about it.
Ratio, at that, felt a sudden pang in his chest.
But, he kept quiet, his lips pursed.
He had noticed, throughout the previous day and this morning, how you responded differently to each of them.
You seemed to forgive or react better to Aventurine, than to him. Which he couldn't blame you for, but it hurt more than he would like to admit.
You sat quietly for a few moments, letting them speak.
You knew they were trying. You could tell, they were at the very least, sincere in their apologies.
You took another bite, slowly chewed, and swallowed before speaking again.
"I accepted your apologies, both of you," you confirmed.
Ratio felt some relief at your words, even if your cold tone still hurt. But he still remained silent.
Aventurine, on the other hand, also felt that small load leave his shoulders and he smiled slightly, glad you forgave him.
He looked at Ratio, encouraging him to continue the conversation.
Ratio couldn't help but notice your cold tone, even after accepting their apologies, and it only made him feel worse.
He wanted to say something about it, but held back, knowing it wasn't the right time.
Instead, he continued, speaking again, his voice still somewhat strained.
"We really regret what we said," he said again, his eyes fixing on yours. "We want...we want us to go back to how we were before," he said, swallowing hard.
You took a pause to study both of them.
You could see that Ratio was uncomfortable and, although Aventurine was trying to look better, you could tell he was uncomfortable, too.
You couldn't deny that the relationship between you had deteriorated, and you wanted to change that, too.
"I don't think we can go back to how we were before..." you said, your eyes looking away to one side, as you continued to speak. "But we can...start again," you suggested, your head turning back towards them.
Ratio felt a pang of hope at your words.
Start again.
Maybe you had more hope for them than you wanted to show.
He relaxed his shoulders slightly, feeling some of the tension being released.
"You...you're giving us a second chance?" Aventurine asked, his tone a mixture of disbelief and optimism.
You nodded slightly at Aventurine's question.
A small smile tugged at the corner of your mouth. "Yes, I'm willing to give you both a second chance," you said, your tone less cold than before.
"Have you two finished speaking?" You asked, in a calm voice.
At that, Ratio shook his head a little, all of the above had been his imagination.
"Uhm, yes," Aventurine said, quietly, responding for him and Ratio.
You let out a small sigh and looked at both, your expression still cold.
"Like I said before, I accept your apologies, but they don't erase what you two said, or what happened."
They both knew that, but it still hurt to hear it.
"We understand," Ratio said quietly, still looking down, as he fiddled with his fingers nervously.
You took another bite, slowly chewed, and swallowed before speaking again.
"Good," you responded, your tone not so cold, but still guarded.
"So, don't take my forgiveness as a sign that everything is fine between us," you clarified.
They nodded slightly, understanding the warning in your words.
"We won't," Aven said, his voice hoarse again, the knot in his stomach twisting even more.
Silence fell again, a heavy one.
You continued to eat silently, while Ratio and Aventurine remained sitting, staring at their plates, their untouched food.
You looked up from your food again, noticing their plates.
"You both are going to eat that or just stare at it?" You asked, an edge of sharpness in your voice again.
They both stiffened at the sharpness in your voice.
Ratio opened his mouth to answer, "We aren't-" he started to speak, but a loud rumble interrupted him.
He stopped, a look of embarrassment crossing his face as he realized the source of the sound.
He hadn't even realized that, since he hadn't eaten breakfast, his stomach was protesting.
Aventurine stifled a laugh, looking at Ratio amused, and trying to cover his mouth with a hand.
Looking at them, it was kind of bitter to you.
The table was silent for a while, every now and then you looked at them, finally they were eating.
You let out a sigh, before placing your fork on the plate again.
"I wanted to make everything clear, because that's what the worker-boss relationship I have with you is all about." Your voice came out calm, without any hint of hate.
They both froze in their seats, looking at you as you spoke.
Ratio could not help the feeling of his stomach twisting upon hearing those words.
Aventurine was much more expressive, his face fell, disappointment clear in his eyes.
He felt his chest tighten and his breathing become slightly ragged, but he didn't say anything. He tried to keep his voice steady as he spoke, "So, you...you mean we're just...boss and employee...again?"
Your eyes moved back and forth between them as they spoke, noting their reactions.
You took a moment to think, you knew your words would hurt them, but it was necessary.
"Yes," you answered, your tone firm.
"For the moment, our relationship can't be as it was before. We need to redefine the limits between us."
They swallowed hard, both of them still looking at you with slightly dejected expressions.
On the one hand, you wanted them to feel bad. The things they said were not acceptable, and it stung that they had thought you would forgive them so easily.
But at the same time, you didn't like seeing them like that, and a small part of you was screaming to just say 'no, that's not it' and hug them tightly.
"I'm thinking about myself this time," you said, holding firm in your decisions.
Ratio and Aventurine sat silently, silently processing your words.
Ratio's shoulders slumped, a mixture of guilt and disappointment in his eyes.
He couldn't blame you for your decision, as it was a logical one.
Aventurine, on the other hand, was visibly upset by your statement, but he tried to keep his voice level and composed.
"What does that mean? What are the limits again?" he asked, his voice tinged with barely suppressed frustration.
You leaned back in your chair, folding your arms across your chest as you looked at them.
"The limits include a more professional relationship, no intimate nicknames or comments," you listed some examples, your tone matter-of-fact.
"No touching me without my permission, even something small," you added a bit firmer, your eyes slightly hardening.
Ratio bit his lip at your words, feeling a pang in his heart at the thought of not being able to hold or hug you anymore.
However, he understood, it was his own fault for everything that was now happening.
Aventurine was visibly more frustrated by the established limits, but he tried to control himself, although his words came out a bit sharper than he wanted.
"And, how long are we going to be like this?" He asked, trying to keep his voice calm.
You raised an eyebrow, totally unbelieving of his words.
"I don't think you two are getting it," you said calmly.
Ratio glanced at Aventurine, clearly not liking his tone.
Aventurine, however, chose to ignore Ratio's look and focused on you.
"What do you mean?" he asked, his voice filled with a mixture of frustration and resignation.
Ratio, on his part, chose to remain silent, watching silently for now.
You let out a small sigh, not surprised that your words hadn't gotten through to them.
"The duration of this situation is indefinite," you said, matter-of-factly. "Maybe permanent,"
Ratio's stomach dropped upon hearing your words.
Permanent?
That can't be true, right?
He glanced at you, his expression hopeful, silently praying that you would change your mind.
Aventurine, on the other hand, could not believe what he was hearing.
"You can't be serious," he said, his voice filled with disbelief. "This can't be permanent, I-" he started to protest, his body tense.
"It is, because I'm getting out of your relationship,"
Your tone was firm, not showing any signs of wavering.
Ratio could start to feel a slight panic rising in his chest, but he tried to keep himself calm.
"You can't do that," Aventurine protested, his frustration coming through in his voice. "You-" he tried to continue, but you interrupted him.
"No, you don't have a say in this," you said firmly, your eyes fixed on him.
Aventurine opened his mouth to speak again, but Ratio spoke first this time, his voice a little desperate.
"Please," Ratio pleaded, "There must be another way.", his voice cracking a little.
His heart was racing rapidly, his palms started to moisten with sweat.
Aventurine looked at Ratio, surprise and slight hurt at his desperation.
He was just as surprised to hear Ratio, someone who was usually rational and controlled, talk in such a panicky way.
You thought you were going to falter, to have your decision go to the trash if you ever saw it like that, but somehow, you stayed calm.
"Why are you complaining?" You started.
"Isn't this what you wanted, Veritas?" You asked.
"”cause after all, you met him first, right, Kakavasha?" You asked again now looking at Aven, keeping calm.
"Why are you two complaining then?"
Ratio's breath caught in his throat upon hearing that.
It felt like a punch in the face, a painful reminder of the situation.
He bit his lip, a lump forming in his throat.
Aventurine, at that, froze in his seat, his heart dropping at your words.
He felt as if you had just stabbed him, deep.
He took a shaky breath and replied, his voice wavering, "That's not-" he began, but was unable to finish.
You finished eating your last pieces of food before getting up from the table.
"Finish eating, it's getting late," you said, as you went to the kitchen to leave your plate.
Ratio swallowed hard, trying not to let his emotions get the best of him.
Aventurine also struggled to keep his emotions under control, his shoulders tensing.
Neither of the two spoke again, they could only watch you disappear into the kitchen.
They couldn't believe it.
It had ended.
All of it.
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