#honkai aventurine

[seiko-koko]

Okay guys, I’m back with another poll

This time, what do you think Ratio is more like? More specifically, what do you think Ratio is more like in Aventurine’s point of view?

And yes, this is for a fic and will be a reoccurring metaphor in some fics

[cherrieflavouredheadcanons]

Hi can we please have fluff w Aventurine where reader and him reunite after 2. 1 and just fucking elope start a new life etc? Please I need it.

God yes. This is what we all need after 2.1. I'm aware he is in a coma-like state technically now but for the sake of fluff and this headcanon he is awake from that coma and is now reuniting with you. CW: Spoilers for 2.1 and Aventurines actual name, starts angsty but then turns fluffy, Gn reader, pre established relationship hurt/comfort

I am still accepting requests (especially for aven) btw so if you wanna see something send it in!

Back in your arms

You had lost track of how long it was since Aventurine left for his mission in Penacony. Has it been 2 months? No, probably more. It had been months since you last had been able to make contact with him. Your messages no longer went through, unable to be sent.

Looking at your textlog and scrolling up, you came across the last message he had sent you. It had come in while you were asleep, and it simply read “I love you”.

Waking up to that message would have been a sweet message for most people, but for you it had made you immensely worried.

 Aventurine was never someone who professed his love openly, so such messages were quite rare. Receiving such a message, especially unprompted, made you send him a barricade of texts, none of which went through and even now months later none were able to be sent.

If you were honest you were starting to lose hope of ever seeing him again, who knows what happened in Penacony after all? He could be…dead for all you knew, you had no way to verify whether that was true or not after all. 

You tried continuing your life on as you would normally, what else could you do? It was hard though, everyday you missed him more and more. Sometimes you imagined his face in a crowd somewhere but whenever you would take a closer look he would vanish.

Sighing you closed your phone and looked around your apartment, it felt so liveless ever since Aventurine was gone. Tears were falling down your eyes as you wondered how much longer you had to live with the uncertainty of where he was and if he was even alive.

Exhaustion was taking over as you began falling asleep. A common occurrence nowadays, since at night you were restless, unable to fall asleep as you worried. Just as you were beginning to fully doze off, you heard the door to your apartment open, immediately waking up.

No one but you and Aventurine had the key, and with him being absent panic coursed through you thinking someone was breaking and entering. You grabbed the nearest heavy thing to defend yourself with.

“For fucks sake…” You muttered as you made your way to where the noises were coming from. Cursing every entity out there for piling even more shit onto you as if your significant other being possibly dead wasn’t enough.

Readying your weapon (probably a heavy book) you stepped foot into the room where the noise was coming from ready to attack and hit the intruder. But once you saw who it was that was in your appartment, you dropped your makeshift weapon, a sob escaping your mouth.

Before you stood Aventurine, alive and breathing. You rubbed your eyes, making sure that this wasn’t your mind playing a cruel trick on you again. Aventurine watched you with a smirk on his, albeit very exhausted looking, face and his eyes held a new found softness you had never seen before.

You fell into his arms immediately, holding him tightly against your body, feeling his warmth. Desperately you grabbed at his clothes as you held on to him, scared this was all just a dream and you would wake up all alone once again. Tears were falling from your eyes, unable to hold them back, the relief washing over you making you let out all of your emotions.

“Wow you missed me that much?” He asked, in his usual teasing tone. Though there was something in his voice that usually wasn’t there. Desperation and a bit of fear. Was he afraid you wouldn’t have missed him? Or was there a deeper reason for it?

Moving away from the hug you grabbed his face in your hands, the tears still falling from your eyes as you took a good look at him. His face had fallen in, and he seemed exhausted. But there was also something in his eyes, his beautiful eyes you were so sure you would never see again, that you couldn’t recognize, having never seen it on him before.

Before you spoke your first words to him, you pulled his face closer and gently kissed him. The feeling of his lips on yours felt like you were floating in heaven. They may have been more chapped than usual, but fuck was it nice to feel him again.  Breaking the kiss you finally were able to muster up your first words to him.

“Fuck…I was so worried about you…I…When my messages stopped being able to sent I was…so sure you…Please…never worry me like that again Aventurine…”

You leaned your forehead against his, your words jumbled together from the adrenaline coursing through you.

He took in a deep breath, and held it for a moment before letting it out. A gesture you saw in many people before they needed to say something important and heavy, but one you never saw in your lover.

“...Kakavasha…” His voice seemed unsure and meek as he spoke. 

You, of course, had no idea what he was saying, so you looked into his eyes confused.

“Wha-”

“Kakavasha…it is…my given name. The one my mother gave me” He inhaled deeply before he continued.

“It is a long story but the short version is…I am no longer affiliated with the IPC, they probably think I died or something. So I no longer go by Aventurine, and…with how close we are and how much you mean to me. I felt like it was appropriate for you to know my true name...”

His eyes refused to look at you, flickering about unsurely as he spoke. Though he tried to sound confident, his voice wavered, scared that you would not accept him for who he truly was and reject his true self.

You looked at him gently and with all the love you had for him, gently pulling him close again and kissing his nose.

“Well then…It is nice to meet you Kakavasha…” You smiled brightly at him, showing him you accepted him as he was.

He felt relief course through his body and could not help himself but pull you into a passionate kiss. He kissed you like you were the oxygen he needed to stay alive. As if he would die without you.

Breaking the kiss he whispered “Marry me.” It wasn’t a question but a request. One that you were too stunned to answer to, looking at him with wide eyes.

“I mean it. Let’s get married, run away from everything and start a new life just you and me.”

His eyes were pleading with you to agree. He knew that he wanted to start over, but he knew he needed you with him.

“...yes!!” You once again fell into his arms and kissed him. The two of you holding each other so closely it was as if you were one.

Kakavasha knew that he would need to tell you everything that happened in Penacony at one point, even the part where he tried to end his life. But he knew that if he explained everything to you, you would still stay by his side and be with him. 

You were his family after all.

[thekeyofthefate]

"May the Mother Goddess thrice close her eyes for you…

keeping your blood eternally pulsing…

May your journey be forever peaceful and your schemes forever concealed.

Our paths will cross again beneath Kakava’s shimmering auroras.

Farewell, Kakavasha.”

[moonsaver]

Ohhgghuhohoho..... wait wait i dont have the entirety of aventurine's backstory accurately but imagine. Just imagine!!

Imagine coming across him while he was still "enslaved" (technically he still is, to the IPC but lets ignore that), unkept hair, shackles binding his hands, tattered clothing and so on.

You're just a passerby, someone who was minding their business when you see him. You do your best to help him, offering your jacket because his skin is freezing cold, giving him some food, trying to hide him from whoever's looking out for him, to treat him just once.

Sneaking him back to your home so you can sit him down peacefully on a warm sofa and treat his wounds so carefully, asking him painful details in such a soft, caring voice that he could almost cry, wiping away the dirt next his wounds because he won't let you see his face or move the hair out of his eyes, flinching but never once complaining about the pain when you disinfect his wounds with alcohol.

Imagine years, maybe even a good decade after he's become the illustrious senior manager of the IPC strategic department, who regrets never actually asking your name, who regrets not taking a closer look at your face, who only remembers your voice when he goes to sleep. He dreams, dreams, and dreams of that moment you cared for him for so long that it grows heavy in his chest.

And when he does find you, he's delighted. That's what he's supposed to feel at least. But you don't recognize him. And he can't blame you. You'd have never known you took in a Sigonian to care for at some point. But its alright, he knows just what to do.

Pulling a few taut strings is enough to leave you in a vulnerable spot – maybe one of your closer relatives went into debt and need your help? Maybe you're the one who's gone into debt? It won't take too long digging up incriminating details about you; where you work, your friends, your hobbies.. Or perhaps he should just show up to your little box of a house again, and repay your generosity directly? That memory of you in the past weighs heavy in his chest, but the now you weighs his heart heavier. You don't recognize him, but once you're in the palm of his hands, he'll make sure you never forget.

[azullumi]

"my love, mine, all mine" ; aventurine

summary — to say the two of you were ‘in love’ was something too vague and weak to fully express how you hold each other.

pairing — aventurine (w/gender-neutral reader)

tags — established relationship, dual pov (his before yours), all soft and yearning and love, mix of the holy trinity (fluff, angst, and comfort), love is such a weak word and adoration is never enough, metaphors (u know me), not proofread, 1.5k words ; one-shot

tagging — @toorurs !! surprise ?

note — ichiko aoba was my inspiration for this one. anwss sleep took me out three times while i was writing this so it took me some time to finish. this is both day 4 and 5 of writing for him.

aventurine begins to notice the subtlety and learns to love the little things that make up your being.

like how you knit your eyebrows and bite the end of your pen, if not your nails, whenever you are too focused on something to the point that it’s getting you frustrated and how you would often pace the room while in deep thought because it helps keeps your mind running. he, too, takes notice on how you would arrange things in a specific order because it makes you feel satisfied and although he never really understood it all, something in the way you beam with such light reminds him of sunrise and makes his chest swell with warmth.

(you have never told him any of those things but he has eyes that follow you everywhere and threaten blindness when you are out of his sight.)

there are moments where you sleep that you’ll hum and say incoherent words, and oftentimes, he could make out his name in between your mumbles; the thought that you dream of him too comforts him. and perhaps you’ll never know but whenever you’re half-asleep, you’ll cuddle whichever is closest to you and he has to move your hands so that you’ll embrace him instead of the pillow by your side—it’s a secret that he will take to his grave.

or when you’re nervous or agitated, you would resort to biting your lip and fidgeting with your hands—oftentimes you play with your bracelet or the cuffs of your sleeves—and he holds the responsibility of diverting your attention to somewhere else; his voice, like a lull, soothes the storm that forms in your thoughts.

“do you think i can do it?” your voice breaks out into that of the nervous waters, hands shaking as the anxiety settles into your tense shoulders. the feathers of uneasiness sheds into the crevices of your mind as you think of the upcoming event that looms over your being.

“i’m sure you can.” he says and the softness of his tone soothes the unquiet thoughts that spill out of your mouth. he looks at you with a certain light in his eyes (his gaze would tug at the hem of your shirt with the fists of a child that has never known misery).

“it’s scary…” you groan, form crumbling and you bite into your lip, an unintentional habit that you do when everything seems to become so overwhelming. “what if i make a fool out of myself? what if i mess up and make a mistake?”

“there’s no need to let these worries weigh on your mind. you’re capable of doing more so you don’t have to think so little of yourself.” he wasn’t exactly the best at comforting but he tries, hoping that his words would be able to ease you of your burden. “you’ve done this many times, remember? and every single time, you succeed. even then, it’s never about making a fool out of yourself but how you were so courageous and lovely.”

aventurine takes hold of your trembling hands into his and his thumb begins to draw circles on the skin near your knuckles. silence draws between you two and he notices your breathing coming into a steady; expression becoming soft with no lingering trace of worry that bites into your lip.

“you know, i didn’t think you had the knack for comforting.”

“i try.” only for you, he does.

he likes the way the light spills into your form as you sleep, likes the mess you leave behind as your presence lingers in his home—leave the scent of your cologne in his shirt and forget your scarf behind so you can have a reason to come back—, likes the sweetness of your lips as you kiss him and he prays that he’ll taste just as much.

(“you taste like candy and forgiveness.”)

aventurine could list out all of the little things he adores about you and he picks up these subtle nuances then carves it into his hands to call his own; he began to engrave your form in his mind that his thoughts would form into an image of you, he learned how to spell out your name in his dreams in hopes that his voice will reach you in yours, he started to memorize the lines in your palm so that he’ll remember how your hand feels.

how does he tell you that the reason he falls into tragedy and a melancholic state is because he loves you and the words are never enough to tell you how he feels? he tries to in different ways, in the manner of his actions and the way he speaks of you. whenever he holds your hand, he squeezes yours three times to silently say ‘i love you’ even if you’ll never know nor understand the meaning behind his gestures—you’ll never be able to read the words he paints into your skin because you were too busy looking at his. 

he never knew what it was like to have something—or someone—to call his own until he stumbled upon your soul. he will desire and look for you like a thirsty man who longs for water, like the shore who dreams to drown in the ocean but could only feel waves of its caress, like a lost child who seeks for their mother’s cradle, like a sunflower who only knew the light of the sun (he’ll search for you in everyone else for the rest of his life and he hopes he’ll never find you).

he thinks he likes you too much, it might be his demise.

aventurine often reminds you of the sun.

it wasn’t about the way he dressed or the way he held himself—so radiant and brilliant as he wears those sparkling jewelry and watch, as he puts on his expensive coats over his tailored shirts and pants—but he was warm in a way that it reminds you of cold mornings and the soft raw comfort that you feel under the blanket with him, he was bright in a way of a sole candle in the dark that guides you back to the light, where you’re supposed to be. 

(a burst of sunlight would spill into every room that he walks into and you wouldn’t mind coming close to him even if it will end up burning your wings.)

but sometimes you see him in the reflection of the river as it runs along the rocks and you’ll think of how spring would be so nice if he’s beside you watching the flowers bloom. you see him in the wind that caresses your hair as you walk through the field and you’ll remember how he used to embrace you during winter, stealing all of the warmth that is left of your body as he intertwined his cold hands into your own—you’ll push him away, only lightly, as he holds you closer and snuggles his face into your neck but you never want him to leave; you could never bear the thought of watching his back as he walks away from you.

you see him everywhere, in the morning that you wake up to, the noon that you drag yourself through, and the night that you sleep into. you wouldn’t know what to do if his light would die out, leaving you in the frigid darkness without his presence. you wouldn’t know what to do if his eyes would stop holding your fingers with the neediness of a child who has never known death and cruelty.

“don’t go where i can’t follow.” you’ll let him bring you anywhere—even if it's far from the familiarity of your home, far from the people you love, far from the places you’ve known, as long as he stays with you. you’ll walk with him into the danger and through hell, you’ll accompany him in the rain and the wind, but you will not let him go where you can’t follow. you will never cross the line if it means you’re leaving him behind; you’ll rather let the abyss swallow you just so you could be with him.

“never leave me behind.” you’ll whisper to nothingness.

the simplicity and your adoration for him was the finest feature that composes the puzzle of your soul. there wasn’t a single thing that he’ll do to make you hate him, there was nothing he can do to make you despise him. and perhaps, it may become destructive and pathetic but you’ll do anything for him and he doesn’t have to use the word ‘please’, nor would he have to beg for anything from you; he asked you to call him handsome and you compared him to the stars—and the stars and their glory was never enough in comparison to his shadow.

(you’ll taste his flesh with only gentle hands and soft mouth even if you’ll still be left starving and desiring for more—to say you love him was never enough.)

you like him too much, the affection would spill from your hands and you’ll pick them up with your teeth.

© azullumi — do not plagiarize, copy, repost, nor translate any of my works.

notice how there's no dialogue from aventurine in reader's pov? yeah.

[green-tea-in-absinthe-bottle]

Million dollar man

How does your life by his side look like?

General masterlist

Being Aventurine's "Lucky Charm🍀" includes:

🎰 Always staying by his side. If he has to attend business meetings you sit next to him, when he goes to parties with his coworkers you are his plus one, during his gambling sessions you sit on his lap and cheer on him. He is never seen without you.

🎰 If he finds himself in tough situation, Aventurine holds your hand for good luck. It calms him down rather than giving him additional luck (he doesn't care, he has plenty of it already) but it doesn't stop him from calling you his Ladybug, Shooting star or Goldfish. Usually he shortens it to Goldie. He kisses your hand before making his move in games, makes you blow on dice before throwing it or allows you to pick which numbers you bet on.

🎰 Aventurine shares his monetary gains with you with no restrains. "Don't worry about anything, just spend" - that's what he says, letting you know the tab is on him. He is happy to finally be able to take care of those dear to him after being so powerless for years. Providing for you, keeping you safe and well fed makes him feel like he does a good job as a man.

🎰 You are always dressed in the most expensive clothes, not even the ones from high-end fashion brands, he wouldn't like you to accidentally match outfits with any other woman in the room. All your dresses are made for you exclusively, tailored by best fashion designers from the most delicate fabrics.

Your jewelry matches his, gold with aventurine stones. There is one necklace you never take off, golden peacock feather with green stone in place of it's eye. Aventurine gave it to you as a reminder, so you never forget you belong with him.

🎰 He shows you off on every occasion, posts you on social media and proudly introduces you to his work colleagues. Because of that you sometimes assume that he invest so much into your looks, cosmetics and clothes just because he wants to flaunt his wealth, but this couldn't be further from truth. While he enjoyed jealous looks from another men he pampered you solely for his own viewing pleasure. He would never choose a woman based on what others think about how his partner should look like, if he keeps you by his side it's because you're exactly his type and not because he thinks you would make him look more expensive in other people's eyes.

🎰 He makes you count his money while you sit on his lap. Of course there's too much for you to reckon, stacks of coins in front of you seemed to only grow. Aventurine adores that concentrated expression on your face, the way you lick your lips with the tip of your tongue and scrunch your nose. He loves how you switch from common language to your native one when you count, especially if you have regional accent, and he just sometimes needs to hear your voice. You speak in steady, slow rhythm, quietly mouthing numbers and his heartbeat slows down to match that pace. Aventurine finds it meditative.

🎰 He's afraid that you aren't aware of how precious you are to him. He knows it's very hard for him to be vulnerable after years of being abused and constantly keeping his guard up, so he might seem emotionally detached even with all the money he throws at you and physical affection he baths you in.

The last thing he wants is you thinking you're just a pretty little thing attached to his arm like an ornament. So he tries to show you his love without confessing it directly. He shields you with his own body during fights, he makes time for you no matter how busy he is, he remembers every little detail about you from your favourite food to the size of your shoe, listens attentively to everything you say and frequently does little acts of service.

He ties you shoelaces if you struggle with it in hurry, gives you his jacket when it gets cold, reminds you to hydrate yourself, scolds you if you skip a meal and takes care of every problem before you even mention it to him. His beautiful, unique eyes always find you and watch over you, under his protective gaze nothing will be allowed to harm you.

[koishiro]

Aventurine moodboard plz? 🥺👀

Dating Aventurine <3

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ : he’s just so- 😤

[moshaeu]

thinking about him 247

[hellsitedotcom]

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ The Moment They Fell In Love With You ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

featuring Dan Heng, Blade, Jing Yuan, Aventurine, ...

๋࣭ ⭑ I've been thinking a lot about these four idiots specifically, so here's another headcanons post from me; you can find my post on how they kiss here ๋࣭ ⭑

๋࣭ ⭑ warnings & info: mention of injury, Jing Yuan & Yanqing "father/son"-like relationship implied. ๋࣭ ⭑

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ DAN HENG ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

⤑ You had joined the Astral Express around the same time as him, and despite his reserved nature, Dan Heng found himself quite enjoying your company early on, given you were rather similar to him.

⤑ He warmed up to you quickly, enough to care for your safety and make sure you were alright after especially tough missions, but he never thought of you as more than his colleague. You weren't "special" to him back then.

⤑ Until he got confronted with his past again; until Blade came back to haunt him; until Imbibitor Lunae was awakened again, and his past resurfaced. And, while many others tried to coax information out of him, drowning him in questions, you never pressured him to reveal anything to you.

⤑ You became his safe haven, in a way. Your silence brought him comfort, tranquility...he knew that you wanted to help him, but despite it all, you never once asked him any personal questions, you merely wanted to know if he was alright. You gave him time to open up at his own pace.

⤑ And Dan Heng found himself wanting to do so only around you. One day, he had received a mysterious letter and told you about it, and while he could see the worry in your eyes, you merely accepted his decision to meet the unknown sender. And in that moment, the man realized how deeply he actually cared for you.

⤑ The second he had returned to the Express, he came looking for you, and though slightly awkward initially, he opened up to you that day. He wanted to tell you everything - everything he could remember, and he did. All the while, you listened to him, not once interrupting him. And when he was finished, he felt as if a weighed had been lifted of his shoulders.

⤑ After that day, the relationship between you two only strengthened. Everyone noticed, and it did not take long until March & Himeko started asking questions about the two of you, making Dan Heng blush and blurt out some answer before he bailed, his mind thinking about nothing but you.

⤑ By that time, Dan Heng knew that he held special feelings for you. He realized when he found himself walking toward you to talk about anything and everything; when he found his heart beating faster anytime you smiled or laughed; when he constantly found himself wanting to be beside you - beside his safe haven, his peace, his...home.

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ BLADE ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

⤑ It was...such an odd moment for him; Blade had seen you fight - he fought you personally, even, and during those fights he felt almost exhilarated, given how well you were able to keep up with him, but nothing compared to...this.

⤑ You had been bickering...arguing with him, his body covered in scars and wounds of a past he had never intended on sharing with you; you were insistent that he finally got his bandages changed, shaking your head anytime you caught a glance of those old, stained rags he still wore.

⤑ Eventually, he had given in; He wasn't quite sure why, maybe he saw it as a repayment for all the times you took up his offer of fighting him; a "Thank you" for all the times you raised your weapon against him just to satiate something he might never explain to you.

⤑ At first, he felt...odd, as if he shouldn't be sitting there, allowing you to be this close to him, but as the minutes passed and you carefully unwrapped his wounds, he found himself holding his breath without noticing.

⤑ Blade was watching you like a hawk, his breath hitching when your gentle fingers brushed across his skin as you replaced his bandages; You were so careful...so different from when he fought with you, making sure he wasn't uncomfortable from start to finish.

⤑ After that day, Blade's feeling for you...changed. Prior to that, you were merely someone he worked with. But now? Sometimes he could catch himself looking for you when there was another mission waiting for the Stellaron Hunters, finding himself wondering if you would be his partner this time.

⤑ Kafka noticed - how could she not? But for the longest time, Blade wasn't sure what he was truly feeling for you, and when the day came that you needed bandages, he found himself offering to help you with your wounds as you had helped him. And in that moment, that offer of his alone, he suddenly understood what he was feeling.

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ JING YUAN ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

⤑ You were a good friend of his; someone he trusted. Regardless of when you met (leaving this up to your personal headcanon/OC), he had always enjoyed your company and input. But that's all you were to him for the longest time; a good friend.

⤑ Lately, you found yourself joining Yanqing and him more often during...well, almost everything they did; sparing, training, enjoying their time off together. Jing Yuan did not mind, given how much the kid liked you.

⤑ There was this one day when the three of you were at the training ground and Jing Yuan had to briefly step away to resolve something. When he returned, he found himself freezing in his steps.

⤑ There you were, smiling brightly as Yanqing excitedly rambled about something that the man couldn't catch from where he stood. Both the kid and you looked happier than he had seen you in a long time, and when Yanqing suddenly jumped into your arms and you replied with loud, cheerful laughter while spinning him around, the man's heart skipped a beat.

⤑ For a brief moment, he did not see his student and his good friend before him, but something else...something that he found himself wishing was the actual reality. But as quickly as that thought had come, he shook it off.

⤑ While he returned to the two of you with his usual smirk on his face, Jing Yuan knew that something inside him had changed in that moment. Yet, that moment was the only thing he could think about for the next days. You were the only thing he could think about - the only thing he wanted to think about.

⤑ How you smiled and laughed, how you joked with the kid as if you weren't just friends, but a family. And Jing Yuan found himself wishing that you were more to him than just a friend, too. Everyone close to him noticed eventually, especially Yanqing, who made it his mission to drag you along to even more meetings from then on.

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ AVENTURINE ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

⤑ Well, no one is going to be surprised when I say that this man had the "Oh. Oh shit." moment during the taking of risks, no? Well, you were just a...a business partner, a colleague before his mind descended into panic.

⤑ It was during a mission that the two of you had been assigned on (along with other people, if you wish); You had known each other prior from...well, previous missions and similar encounters, and you did get along, though merely on a business level.

⤑ Aventurine was talking about the mission, dramatic flair all around as he turned to you and proposed a risky idea, though he was mostly joking - mostly. But when, after a few seconds of silence, you agreed to his idea, he found himself speechless for a brief moment.

⤑ He did not expect you to agree to his plan, having thought you were someone that preferred logic and good strategies over his wild gambles, but when he realized you were serious, something...switched in his brain, and after finetuning his plan, you pulled it through.

⤑ It was almost mesmerizing, watching you pull it off flawlessly even in the face of potential failure, and worse. Before you had gone off to execute the plan, Aventurine had merely been confused by your approval of it. But as he watched you return to him with barely a scratch on you, the mission a success, he found himself...feeling uncertain.

⤑ As soon as he bid you farewell and found himself alone again, his composure seemed to falter completely. He kept repeating the mission in his head, trying to identify some ulterior move of yours that he had previously missed, but all he kept finding was your sincerity, how breathtaking it was to watch you work, and how he felt his heart skip a beat when you returned to him.

⤑ After that, he tried not to think about it anymore, finding that it only made him restless, panicked even. This went on until he found himself teamed up with you again after a handful of disappointing, "boring" missions without you by his side. And when he spotted you, met your gaze again, and found himself unable to plaster his usual smirk on his face, he suddenly realized what was "wrong" with him.

[pfpanimes]

⌕ honkai: star rail - aventurine.

5th image credit; @/duck_x805 on twitter/X.

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[mack-doodle]

I want to get on VGen as an artist, so heres my latest art piece! I need 5 comments and 100 likes so please interact! <3 https://vgen.co/Mackdoodle

[camlyee]

day 2 of hsr inktober by @/calicohno on discord :3

i’m working on day 1 but got a bit too ambitious with it so it’s taking longer than a day <\3

maybe i could make an ratiorine/aventio flower shop au….

prompts below (plus sneak peek of day 1??)

[mqsea]

ratiorine i love you

[eliotfoxart]

“Good morning” 💔

[moonsaver]

Cw/Tw; suggestive, nsfw(?) But mainly implied, yandere, noncon(implied)

Yan!Aventurine who decides its fun to play the long game, but also, Yan!Aventurine who can't help just how frustrating it is.

Yan!Aventurine who collects pictures, videos, a little pin-board that's dedicated solely to you. Places you've been to marked down on a note and circled. Little trinkets of yours his underlings manage to retrieve and bring to him, and he collects them in a drawer, waiting to return them to you.

Yan!Aventurine who buys the same perfume as you, constantly spritz it onto his pillows so he desperately hopes you appear in his dreams this time.

Yan!Aventurine, who decides to indulge himself a little, hooking up with people who look like you. Maybe if that's not enough, he finds a partner who behaves similar to you, projects his own little image of you, pretends its you.. all he has to do is be careful he doesn't whimper out your name instead. Buys them all the frilly little clothes he wants to see on you, asks them all the time to change their style up a bit if it's different from yours, and gets so annoyed and bored when they end up acting a little different than you..

Yan!Aventurine; he's so sick of waiting. Stepping into your room is like drinking water after a drought – he's a man deprived of his beloved. He's so disillusioned and so calm when his hand sneaks under your covers; his hands instantly familiarized with the curve of your flesh – he's practiced using them thinking of you, anyway.

Yan!Aventurine, who can finally, finally whimper out your name instead. It's alright if you thrash and squirm a little, he knows it wasn't you who he was hooking up with this long, but it's alright. He learned a lot. He'll teach you, too. That's why youre so scared, right?

[azullumi]

“i wanna be yours” ; aventurine

premise — but this is what friends do, right? they slow dance together in the living room while saying sweet nothings ; inspired by this ask (though i never really followed the entire idea, my hands has minds of its own)

pairing — aventurine (w/ gender-neutral reader)

tags — fluff (with a little bit of angst at the end), friends but wanting more type of relationship, all written in reader’s pov, not proofread, 1.2k words ; one-shot

tagging — @toorurs (hi boo)

note — i keep on comparing aventurine to the sun i dont even know why i do it. 9 DAYS LEFT UNTIL HIS BANNER

“care to dance?” the languid, lazy silence draws itself away as the honey-haired man spoke, offering you his hand as he did. the light humming of the music in the background keeps the night awake and alive, the softness of the notes intertwined in the air that settles in your home.

you stare at his hand for a moment, admiring the glistening bracelet on his wrist before you answer, tone meek and hesitant: “i don’t know how to dance.” you expected him to laugh at you for not knowing a simple and common concept; dancing was a form of art known to many and yet, you are unfamiliar with it.

but aventurine simply smiles at you and takes your hand to hold on his own, gently pulling you up from your seat and making you stumble on your feet—however, he catches you and doesn’t let you fall to the ground. you are only met with the warmth of his body and the feeling of his unoccupied hand resting on the small of your back.

“you could have warned me before you did that.” you huffed, although you weren’t exactly reprimanding him.

“i still caught you, didn’t i?” the man answers in a gentle tone as he begins to sway you to the rhythm of the song (the melody wraps itself around your form like the cradle of a warm blanket), a familiar tune that plays in your living room and now you are listening to it as you—no, as he dances and guides your movements. you try to follow him albeit like a clumsy child and silence trailed behind your steps as none of you spoke, only wallowing in this moment between you and him.

(his hand is warm against yours, fingers lacing with each other like two puzzle pieces meant to fit together. you have never known how gentle he can be, have never known the warmth of his hands and the softness of his palms up until this moment. maybe it’s the feeling of his touch that’s making you drunk and aeons, you’ve never thought of yourself as a selfish person but something in the way he’s holding you makes you crave for more.)

“focus,” he whispers to your ear, catching you completely off-guard when his breath tickles your skin, “you’re supposed to look at me, not at the ground.”

you compose yourself, bringing your gaze to his face instead of the marble floors that seem to spin as you move, “i was watching my feet so i won’t accidentally step on you.”

“i don’t mind if you do, all i wish is for you to look at me and me only.” he speaks so gently, so delicately as if something akin to despair hangs on the tangled threads of his words. you study his face, looking at the lines on his features and trying to look for the gap of his expression—you could never tell what he was thinking, could never decipher the meaning he skillfully weaves to the words that he utters (you wish you had the ability to look into minds, perhaps you would have known him).

he notices your silence and smiles, “can’t a poor man have their own wishes?”

you take a moment once more to answer, “i didn’t say that.” well, in fact, you weren’t saying anything. the sound of laughter slips past his lips and perhaps, if you didn’t see the way his eyes formed into a crescent and his expression contorts one into amusement, you would have mistook the sound as part of the song.

“you should see the way you look right now.” 

you raised your eyebrow at him, confusion evident in your face, “what do you mean? is there dirt on my face?”

aventurine pulled you closer to him, movements coming to a stop as you two stood still. his face is leaning down to yours, lips merely inches away from each other, and your thoughts are in a jumble as if your mind was a library of cluttered and disorganized bookshelves.

“no, i’m saying you look lovely tonight.” he whispers—and you swear, you see his eyes look down to your lips for a moment—, his voice low as if you’re the only one who’s supposed to hear and not the moon that casts its curious glow on his skin, not the stars that watched your every move, but you and just you.

(you’re left with nothing but silence and warmth in your cheeks, not knowing where to focus or even think about—the strong scent of his perfume or his words that repeatedly echoed inside your head.)

the golden-haired man doesn’t speak any further, continuing his slow dance with you in the comfort of your living room as he hums along to the melody. the night is heavy against your shoulders as the silver moonlight laid on the ground like spilled milk.

“it is quite simple, isn’t it? look, you’re able to follow.”

“aven, you’re doing all of the work.”

he slowly spins you around—the world looks slow and messy for you for a moment—before he answers, “barely.” he comes face to face with you and you don’t fail to notice the affection in his eyes when he meets your gaze.

“don’t look at me like that.” you wished he wouldn’t look at you in that way; something tugs at your heart and suffocates you.

“like what?”

“i don’t know.” hesitation follows your tone, broken and unsure, seemingly lost in an empty field full of directions. “like…” like you wanted me like a lover, you keep the words at your throat knowing you’ll choke on it one day. you don’t know how to say it, you don’t even know if you can say it. it was as if the ability to speak has been taken away from you.

the song came to its end and so was the dance.

“you should go to sleep, don’t stay up too much.” aventurine says, tucking a few loose strands of hair behind your ear before cupping your cheek and pressing a kiss on your forehead. he lets you go as soon as he parts his lips, stepping back to the distance the both of you once had before all of this happened, as if nothing occurred between you two, as if the words whispered against each other, the closeness, the intimacy were all just some silly imagination.

“are you leaving already?” you ask, your hand reaching out to tug at his sleeve as if you didn’t want him to go. you don’t even know what made you hold on to him, what made you want him to not want to leave.

the man who had the universe in his wake answers with warmth in his tone, “i can’t stay any longer.” he holds your hand and ushers you to remove your grasp on his sleeve. everything felt so different now, your thoughts were all so loud but you couldn’t dare to speak nor say something as you watched him turn away and leave—the sound of the door closing echoed throughout the corners of your home and you were left alone, in silence and in the cold.

but the comfort and warmth of his touch lingered on your skin—and you’ll remember it all; it will haunt you, follow your shadow everywhere you go, pulling on the hem of your shirt with the desperation of a dying man and you don’t know how to live knowing the way he held you on this night. how are you supposed to deal with the fact that his hands were as soft and warm as summer?

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