#forced separation

[aventurineswife]

anon who requested the IPC worker x Aventurine where reader faked their death :D

a part 2 would be cool, how you go abt it id up 2 u but if u would like any ideas…it could maybe have a flashback of their fakeout death and Aven’s reaction, and then flash to the present where he tries to leave IPC to live domestically w Reader, but they get killed for real in the process (i’m angst #1s lover) and now Aven is stuck in the IPC 😭

“At the end of the world, or the last thing I see, you are never coming home” | Part 2

Summary: Memories of your past with Aventurine resurface, unraveling the intense moments that led to your faked death. A flashback reveals the night you made the harrowing decision to disappear, showing how it shattered Aventurine’s world. Torn between loyalty to IPC and his love for you, Aventurine is ultimately willing to risk everything for a future together. However, when he attempts to leave the IPC, tragedy strikes, claiming your life in reality this time. Now, Aventurine must face an eternity of regret and entrapment within the very organization you both sought to escape. Bound to the IPC, haunted by memories of you, he is left yearning for a life he can never have.

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, angst, fake death reveal, intense emotions, love and loss, tragedy, betrayal, hurt/comfort, forbidden love, character death, emotional breakdown, regret, forced separation, internal conflict, bittersweet romance.

Warnings: Intense emotional themes, character death, grief, betrayal, mentions of violence, flashbacks, guilt and regret, dark themes, potential tearjerker, unresolved trauma.

A/N: AHHHH!!! 😭 THAT'S SO MEAN BUT SO GOOD TOO?! MY BABY!!! 🥺💔

(Part 1)

The memory clung to Aventurine like a shadow—one he could never shake. He could still recall every detail from that day years ago, the day he’d thought he’d lost you forever. In his mind, it was as if he were back there now, reliving the dreadful series of events that tore you from his life.

It had started with an anonymous tip. He’d been in the heart of IPC headquarters, surrounded by the opulent furnishings and hushed power plays that were his world, when he received the message. The vague words scrawled across the screen still felt burned into his mind: An unexpected death in IPC’s ranks. Don’t ask too many questions.

At first, he’d dismissed it as some cruel joke or an attempt to provoke him. But as whispers circulated, he’d felt an ache that reached far deeper than any professional ambition or loyalty to the IPC. His instincts screamed at him that something was wrong. His fingers shook when he finally demanded details from an IPC informant. They had tried to placate him with silence, then with excuses, before finally leading him to a private room where they produced a list of names lost in action. His eyes landed on yours.

His heart had shattered. And in that moment, the world he’d so carefully built around him crumbled. The IPC, his title, every ounce of the strategic power he wielded felt like a joke, a hollow nothing in the face of your loss. Days bled into weeks, then months as he clawed through records, files, and whispers, desperate to uncover anything that could prove this had been a mistake. Eventually, after countless sleepless nights and fading hope, he resigned himself to a cruel reality: you were gone.

In the present, Aventurine had all but lost himself in your kiss, his hands cradling your face as if afraid you might disappear again. But now that he’d found you, he couldn’t imagine letting you slip away. You’d barely finished promising him you weren’t going anywhere when he whispered urgently, “Come with me. I'll leave the IPC. We can start over, together.”

The idea hung in the air, and the look on your face said you wanted it as much as he did. The life you’d built in hiding had given you some solace, but nothing compared to the warmth that had returned the moment you’d locked eyes with him again.

“I want to, Aventurine,” you murmured, your voice soft with hope but tinged with caution. “But you know, you leaving IPC isn’t going to be that simple.”

He gave a wry smile, the familiar gleam of his gambler’s spirit returning to his gaze. “Since when have I ever played it safe?”

It was settled. Together, you and Aventurine began planning a final escape from IPC, the promise of a quiet, shared life filling every unspoken moment between you.

Weeks later, the two of you were ready. Aventurine had secured falsified documents, disguises, and even an old shuttle that he’d salvaged and reprogrammed to slip through IPC scanners. His heart thrummed with excitement as he held your hand, the two of you ducking into back alleys and secret passages within IPC’s labyrinthine halls, moving closer to the shuttle bay with each step.

But just as freedom felt within reach, a familiar voice stopped him cold.

“Aventurine,” called a smooth, calculating voice—a voice he knew well, belonging to his superior within IPC, one of the few who could see through his every bluff. “Going somewhere?”

A team of armed operatives closed in, blocking your escape route, and Aventurine felt his stomach sink as he saw the trap closing around you both.

“What’s this?” he asked smoothly, masking his fear with a cocky grin as he positioned himself protectively in front of you. “A farewell party?”

His superior raised a brow, her gaze shifting to you before returning to him. “Leaving isn’t an option for a Stoneheart. Surely you know that.”

He cast a glance over his shoulder, meeting your eyes, silently urging you to stay close, to trust him just one last time. “Then let me make it clear,” he replied, stepping forward, his voice steady. “I’m done with IPC. And if you want me, you’ll have to get through us both.”

In the ensuing chaos, you and Aventurine fought with everything you had, desperate for one last chance at freedom. But just as you were about to reach the shuttle, a shot rang out.

You stumbled, a look of shock crossing your face as blood bloomed from your side. Aventurine’s heart seized. “No,” he whispered, catching you as you collapsed into his arms. “No, no, please… we were almost there.”

Your eyes met his, filled with a quiet acceptance he couldn’t bear. “It’s okay, Aventurine,” you murmured, your hand weakly reaching to touch his face. “I’m just sorry… I couldn’t give you the life we dreamed of.”

Tears he’d fought so long to hide spilled over as he held you, pressing his forehead to yours. “No, no, please don’t… I can’t do this without you.” But even as he clung to you, your grip grew weaker, your breaths fainter.

When your hand slipped from his cheek, Aventurine was left cradling your lifeless form, his vision blurring as grief consumed him. He’d lost you once before, but nothing had prepared him for the agony of losing you again—for real this time.

In the end, IPC dragged him back, broken and hollow, the final remnant of his old life slipping through his fingers. He returned to the office and his title as a Stoneheart, each day haunted by the love he’d sacrificed to leave the IPC, each night dreaming of a life he’d never know.

And so Aventurine remained, a prisoner of the world he’d once called his own, but now bound by grief—a gambler who’d lost his most precious wager.

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[the-lady-maddy]

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[fellthemarvelous]

My favorite things that Obi-Wan and Ezra have in common:

Hondo's "best friend"

Maul's obsession

Unique bond with animals

Fond of a Mandalorian named Sa_ine.

Spending ten years in exile before someone comes for them.

Fondness for Ahsoka Tano and Captain Rex

[shutupcrime]

Some of you are too afraid to admit this but we all know Star Wars works best when it goes full soap opera

[hydriadd]

You know. Purgatory put on a strain on other couples or tested each other bonds. Tested if they actually loved each other or they would get infected by the wrath that slowly infects everyone as the overseer forces everyone to play their game.

But canonically purgatory actually strengthened Missa and Phil relationship? Like each of them refused to hurt or attack the other. Made Missa realize he not only loves Phil. But that he needed him. Despite actual months of him feeling he doesn’t deserve him or their son. Purgatory showed him that he doesn’t want anyone else to have his husband.

Meanwhile Phil like most things is subtle. He post purgatory has been missing missa more openly. He just wants Missa to come back. He hated being separated and expected to fight. He did admit he wouldn’t hurt Missa or anyone else if he could help it.

I just find it interesting that purgatory strengthened their relationship.

[tagidearte]

My internship has started and I'm overloaded with doing historical illustration + writing a whole ass roman history of the region book for children, so... No time for finished stuff any time soon (except one I've already started and will probs post within the next few days). Take this quick messy shippy little concept.

If they ever got separate bodies, I know they would be touchy. Trying to get as close as they once were.

[ceeejus]

witness... gotcha!

[foreignobjecticus]

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[drymushroomfics]

Fraye Hill of House Lannister

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Chapter Twenty One

Sandor stops sleeping. He may get a couple hours of sleep in the middle of the night when he passes out from drinking.

He doesn't talk or show any emotion. Not that he ever did to anyone anyway; except Fraye that is. He feels so lost without her. He never thought he'd find himself relying on anyone. Especially not a woman as beautiful as her.

"How are you doing, Dog?", Joffrey asks, a smirk on his face.

He can see the tiredness in Sandor even when he tries to hide it.

"Just fine, Your Grace.", he replies, not wanting to talk to the cunt more than he has to.

"Missing your bitch, still? Do you need another woman to warm you?", he asks.

Sandor doesn't reply. He's glad to be interrupted by Petyr Baelish.

He bows, "Your Grace, I have brung a selection for your Hound.", he smiles.

Sandor watches five women walking in, barely dressed. He regrets being glad by the interruption.

"My gift to you for staying loyal, dog. Choose which whore you'd like and do with her what you will.", Joffrey states, gesturing to all of them.

Sandor looks at each of the women, realizing quickly he wants no one else.

"Your Grace… It is very kind.", he replies, his mind fighting itself.

He promised Fraye he'd stay in line.

He moves from his place, picking the girl who looks the most terrified of him.

"This one'll do just fine, your Grace.", he says, grabbing her arm.

"Good choice, dog. Now go and forget about your bitch!", he tells him, laughing.

Sandor drags the girl with him, taking her to his room. She sits down at the end of his bed, waiting.

"Calm down, girl. I'm not fucking you.", he says, sitting down in a chair and pouring himself some wine.

He gulps it down before standing back up. He walks over, leaning down and roughly grabbing her face.

"If anyone asks, I fucked you bloody. You understand? If I hear that you tell anyone otherwise, I'll fuck you with my sword!", he growls at her.

She nods with widen eyes, "Of course, ser."

"I'm no ser."

He lets go of her face, reaching into his pocket.

He pulls out his coin bag and throws her a couple silver.

"Now, get out!", he yells.

She stands up, quickly running past him and fleeing from his room.

Sandor sighs, running a hand through his hair. He knows he could've taken out his frustation and fucked her but her body looked nothing like Frayes. He knows his cock could never be satisfied by anyone else.

He takes a seat just where the whore had been. He reaches into his pocket, pulling out the token she had give him. He stares at the shiny surface, wondering about Fraye's state. He wonders what his brother has done to her. He knows Fraye is tough but no one is tough enough to deal with Gregor's abuse. He's spent his whole life with the burden his brother had given him. He only hopes he doesn't leave Fraye with the same fate.

[the-lady-maddy]

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[bloominglegumes]

our large bipedal son who we found on the street

[ptieuca]

My mom said some things to me about being the slayer. That it's fruitless. No fruit for Buffy. She's wrong.

[saintaviator]

moar hl scraps…. does a pose