𝐀 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃'𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄-ᴀᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀɪɴᴇ x ꜰᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞.

words:3527

A/n: Jokes aside! I did plan to make both aventurine and y/n's relationship so childish and immature, a little unhealthy...because I think it would make it a little realistic. After this chapter! Y/n and Kakavasha's childhood backstory will be the theme of the next chapter. So I think I can explain. A little? Also to the record..Y/n and Kakavasha has been together since small. Both of them depend on each other for comfort.  Healing each other. Which is to say that even as friends 'you' and aventurine behaved like couples do!

I feel Aventurine as Kakavasha will be too emotional with a reader that has been with him since start...Because he might feel its okay to be a little open to this person who has seen them for a long time. At the same time, Scared to be with..because he's just scared you will go away...like his family. As much as he wants to keep you with him! He wants you to be happy without him.

Y/n's emotions can't be explained. Sometimes 'y/n- You are...

Shut the fuck up! Nobody asked your fucking explanation! I don't want to sugarcoat him as always! If his simps cry out..I'm crying too!

you walked towards Sunday and Ratio, you quickly composed yourself, wiping away the last traces of tears. Aventurine followed closely behind, his face a mask of calm determination. To the others, it would seem as if nothing had transpired between you, as if the storm of emotions that had just raged was nothing but a distant echo.

Sunday and Ratio looked up as you approached, their expressions curious but unsuspecting. You and Aventurine exchanged a quick glance, a silent agreement to maintain the facade.

In a world of soaring skies, where big birds fly, A tale unfolds of small birds left to cry. Two little hearts, bound by fate's cruel hand, One left behind, in a forsaken land.

A small bird abandoned, its heart in despair, Another took it in, with a loving care. But shadows loomed, cast by big birds' disdain, A family shattered, enduring endless pain.

The small bird's father, lost in a faithful quest, Seeking offerings, he met eternal rest. His mother, frail, in the cold she lay, Whispering to the wind, her sins to pray.

Two little birds, together they grew, Their bond so strong, it seemed too good to be true. A friendship deep, mistaken by all, A love that stood firm, in spite of the fall.

Aventurine stood by your side, his hand brushing against yours in a gesture that felt almost natural, but you knew the truth. The connection was frayed, each of you struggling to hold onto the pieces of what once was.

"Are we ready to move forward?" Sunday asked, his tone neutral but his eyes observant.

"Yes," you replied, your voice steady, betraying none of the turmoil within. "Let's continue."

Sunday approached, a tray of ornate glasses in his hands, each filled with a rich, crimson wine that shimmered with an otherworldly glow. He handed one to each of you, his expression serious.

"This wine will take us to the Divine Temple of Harmony," he explained, his voice low and solemn. "But be warned, it may not be safe for humans like Aventurine and Ratio."

Ratio stepped forward, taking his glass without hesitation. "Knowledge always comes with a price," he said firmly. "I'm willing to pay it."

Aventurine, standing beside you, took his glass with a determined look in his eyes. "I have a wish to ask," he said quietly, his resolve unwavering.