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Two sides of a Gem (part 1)

Aventurine x (stoneheart) reader

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Reader will be known as ruby, will appear as a male stoic and monotone. But it's actually just a puppet. No one knows where the real ruby is and what she's up to. She just lets her puppet do her work, and most people only know the puppet as Ruby and not her true self

Aventurine will meet the real ruby known as Y/N:

The dining hall shimmered with an air of manufactured elegance- crystal chandeliers dripped with golden light, the polished mahogany table stretched endlessly, and faint strains of classical music drifted in from hidden speakers. Ruby sat at the head of the table, a silhouette of sharp angles and cold precision. His gloved hands rested neatly on the tablecloth, and his head tilted slightly as if the world itself existed on borrowed time.

The guests-four well-tailored business moguls with practiced smiles and serpentine eyes-feigned polite conversation, their voices syrupy and edges laced with tension. Wine glasses clinked as Ruby's featureless gaze remained locked on them, his presence an immovable weight in the room.

One of the men, a broad-shouldered executive named Calem, cleared his throat, breaking the brittle silence. "Ruby, my friend, surely you can see the... advantage of this proposal. Mutual benefit is, after all, the cornerstone of trust."

Ruby's voice emerged-flat, devoid of humanity, yet impossibly steady. "Trust is a fragile thing, Calem. It shatters far easier than it's built."

Calem's smirk faltered. Across the table, a woman in crimson silk reached beneath the tablecloth. Ruby's head shifted ever so slightly, his glass of wine still untouched.

"Let's not waste time with pretense," Ruby continued, unblinking. "You didn't invite me here to discuss partnerships."

The air thickened. The faint scrape of metal whispered from beneath the table-a knife? A gun? It hardly mattered. In the reflection of a silver wine decanter, Ruby's puppet eyes caught the glint of intent.

Calem's smile returned, colder this time. "Well, you see, Ruby... you've become an obstacle."

A single beat passed.

Then-chaos.

The woman lunged, dagger flashing.

Calem pulled a pistol from his jacket. Two others followed suit, their chairs screeching against marble floors. But Ruby didn't flinch. In one impossibly fluid motion, he stood, the motion smooth and inhuman, his coat tails fluttering as he evaded the blade by a hair's breadth.

With a sharp twist of his wrist, Ruby's gloved hand caught the dagger mid-air and drove it cleanly into the woman's arm. A gunshot rang out-Ruby sidestepped, the bullet grazing harmlessly past his shoulder. Inhuman precision governed every move as though he were a marionette in the hands of a master puppeteer.

In mere moments, the dining hall returned to silence. The would-be assassins lay scattered-disarmed, groaning, alive but humiliated.

Ruby straightened his jacket and adjusted his cufflinks, crimson staining the snowy fabric of the tablecloth. His head tilted slightly once again, like a doll reset into position.

"An obstacle, you said?" Ruby's voice cut through the air, sharp as glass. "I believe the evening's entertainment has concluded. I'll be taking my leave."

As he turned towards the grand double door, it burst open and ipc guards rushed in taking care of the rest.

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The IPC Headquarters stood as a monolith of power and precision, its towering silhouette cutting against the neon haze of the city skyline. Inside the Strategic Command Center, glowing monitors bathed the room in cold blues and greens as analysts scurried across the polished floor, eyes locked on their displays.

At the heart of the controlled chaos stood Opal—a diminutive figure with sharp, bird-like features, his glistening amber eyes darting across multiple displays. His crisp suit, tailored to perfection, hung lightly off his slight frame, giving him an almost delicate appearance—one that hid an iron will.

Beside him leaned Jade, a tall and imposing woman with creditor traits—a sharp jawline, skin marked with faint glowing lines, and piercing emerald eyes. Her sleek black attire clung to her form like a second skin, and a faint, predatory smirk played on her lips as she scrolled through her data pad.

The grand doors slid open with a faint hiss, and Ruby entered—imposing and immaculate in his dark attire. His measured steps echoed softly across the marble floor as he approached the command table.

“Ruby,” Opal said without glancing up from his screens, his voice calm but edged with sharp authority. “The dinner party. I assume it concluded... less elegantly than intended.”

Ruby’s voice came low and measured, like the ticking of a clock. “The attempted ambush was handled. Four instigators neutralized, no survivors outside IPC parameters. Clean-up is in progress.”

Jade raised an eyebrow, her smirk widening. “Neutralized. You always make it sound so... clinical.”

Opal finally turned his attention to Ruby, his sharp eyes studying the puppet with a calculating glint. “You were thorough, as always. But this wasn’t random—it was premeditated. Whoever pulled those strings expected you to fail.”

Ruby gave a slight nod, his tone unchanging. “Their movements were too coordinated for an improvised strike. My assessment matches yours, Opal. Someone is testing our vulnerabilities.”

Jade clicked her tongue and leaned against the console, one hand tracing an idle line across the glowing surface. “Whoever they are, they underestimated you. Still…” Her emerald gaze locked onto Ruby’s hollow eyes. “You felt it, didn’t you? The moment the trap was sprung.”

Ruby’s head tilted slightly, a subtle acknowledgment. “Yes. And I acted accordingly.”

The air between the three hung heavy with unspoken understanding. They all knew Ruby wasn’t just a tool—he was something more. Conscious. Aware. And yet, undeniably loyal to her.

Opal clasped his small hands behind his back and turned away, his sharp profile illuminated by the glow of data streams. “Ruby, return to the secure quarters. Keep your connection with her active. Tell Y/N we expect updates regularly. This chessboard is becoming crowded, and every move counts.”

Ruby nodded and

With the same fluid precision, Ruby turned and exited the command center, the doors sealing shut behind him with a quiet hiss.

The hum of distant machinery reverberated faintly through the sterile corridors of IPC Headquarters. Overhead lights cast sharp, sterile beams across polished floors, and the faint scent of antiseptic hung in the air. Ruby moved with his usual precision, each step measured, his figure a perfect silhouette of control and cold efficiency.

As he turned a corner, a figure blocked his path—Aventurine.

Leaning casually against the corridor wall, Aventurine’s sandy-blond hair caught the overhead light, strands falling messily over his sharp features. His vibrant eyes magenta, cyan—glimmered with a mixture of mischief and sharp calculation. The slitted pupils gave him a predatory elegance, like a feline sizing up its prey.

“Ruby,” Aventurine greeted, his voice smooth and carrying a faint lilt of amusement. “You always walk these halls like you’re headed somewhere important. Do you ever stop to enjoy the view?”

Ruby came to a stop, his hollow gaze locking onto Aventurine’s mismatched eyes. “Aventurine. Do you have a purpose in blocking my path?”

Aventurine pushed off the wall with fluid grace, hands slipping into the pockets of his tailored coat. “Straight to the point, as always. Fine—I’ll skip the pleasantries.” His smile faltered slightly, replaced by something more serious. “I need your help, Ruby. With the Penacony Project.”

For a brief moment, silence settled over them. Ruby’s head tilted slightly in that precise, unnerving way—like a marionette waiting for its next instruction.

“The Penacony Project is not within my current operational parameters,” Ruby said flatly.

Aventurine let out a soft sigh, his gaze never leaving Ruby’s unmoving form. “Look, I know you’re busy with… whatever it is Opal and Jade have you running around for. But Penacony isn’t just another operation—it’s the operation. We both know what’s at stake here.”

Ruby remained silent, his mechanical stillness unbroken.

“Come on,” Aventurine continued, taking a step closer, his mismatched eyes narrowing slightly. “You’re the best asset IPC has. With you on board, we’d have a real chance at making this work without unnecessary… complications.”

“The answer is no,” Ruby said finally, his voice as cold and steady as ever. “I cannot assist with the Penacony Project at this time.”

Aventurine stared at him for a long moment, frustration flickering across his sharp features before he let out a resigned sigh. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

Ruby didn’t respond, simply standing there, unmoved.

“But,” Aventurine continued, his voice softening into something lighter, “there’s something else. A smaller operation—off the radar. I could use someone like you for it. Quick, clean, and minimal oversight.”

Ruby’s head tilted again, an indication he was considering the offer. “Details?”

Aventurine smirked faintly, a spark of satisfaction glinting in his vibrant eyes. “Classified, for now. But I promise—it’s nothing that’ll interfere with whatever else you’ve got going on.”

A brief pause followed before Ruby inclined his head slightly in agreement. “I’ll assist with this side operation. Provide me with the necessary information and parameters.”

Aventurine grinned, sharp and catlike, his teeth glinting faintly in the corridor light. “Knew I could count on you, Ruby. I’ll send the briefing to your terminal.”

He turned on his heel, his coat fluttering slightly as he walked past Ruby, but not before pausing briefly beside him. Aventurine leaned in just slightly, his voice lowering to a conspiratorial murmur.

“You know… sometimes I wonder if there’s more to you than what we see, Ruby.”

Ruby didn’t move, his head remaining perfectly still, but his hollow voice came out unshaken. “Wondering serves no purpose, Aventurine.”

Aventurine chuckled softly and stepped away, walking down the corridor with his hands in his pockets, humming a faint tune as he disappeared around the corner.

Ruby stood there for a moment longer before continuing his walk, each step as measured and deliberate as before. Somewhere far away, Y/N’s voice crackled faintly through their hidden connection.

“Good job keeping him off track, Ruby. But keep an eye on Aventurine… he’s sharp.”

Ruby gave the slightest nod as he continued his path toward his quarters.

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AN. SO this is the official first part, not proofread yet

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