#hsr art

[xichilie]

Aventurine x (fem) reader

Morning Gamble

Warmth. That was the first thing Y/N felt as she drifted into wakefulness. Not just the kind that came from plush sheets or the weight of the blanket draped over her, but something deeper—radiating, steady, undeniably alive.

She blinked sluggishly, adjusting to the morning light filtering through the room. The golden glow stretched across the bed, casting soft, diffused shadows, and as her senses sharpened, she became acutely aware of the presence beside her.

Aventurine.

He lay on his side, half-buried in the sheets, his head nestled into the pillow. Tousled blond hair spilled across his face, catching in the sunlight, making it almost shimmer. His features—so often graced with a knowing smirk, sharp with mischief—were uncharacteristically relaxed. The slow rise and fall of his bare shoulders, the steady rhythm of his breathing, the way the golden morning light kissed his skin—it was mesmerizing.

It was an unusual sight, one she doubted many had ever witnessed. Aventurine, unguarded. For once, the gambler wasn’t calculating his next move or playing his next hand. He was simply… here. And she couldn't help but admire him, mindlessly tracing the way the light accentuated the angles of his face, the faintest parting of his lips, the way his lashes cast delicate shadows against his cheeks.

Then, he stirred.

A slow inhale, a faint shift under the sheets. His lashes fluttered before one eye cracked open—a single sliver of mismatched color, still clouded with sleep. His gaze found hers instantly, even in his drowsiness, as if even half-conscious, he was still impossibly aware.

A slow, lazy smirk tugged at his lips.

“You staring at me for free?” His voice was thick with sleep, deeper, slower, as he shifted just enough for bare skin to brush against hers. “I usually charge for this kind of luxury, you know.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, but the warmth creeping up her neck betrayed her. Typical Aventurine—effortlessly charming, forever toeing the line between playful and something far more dangerous.

A long, comfortable silence settled between them, the air thick with something unspoken. Aventurine’s fingers moved idly, tracing absentminded patterns against her arm. His touch was light, almost lazy, yet somehow deliberate. Like he was testing the waters, seeing what reaction he could draw out without committing too much himself.

Finally, he exhaled a slow, deliberate breath. “So, what’s the plan?” he murmured, voice still low from sleep. “Are you sneaking off before breakfast? Or are we making a whole morning of this?”

She could hear the challenge woven into his words, subtle but unmistakable. Like he was waiting to see what move she’d make next in this game they had unknowingly started playing with him.

One thing was certain—whatever she chose, Aventurine would make sure the stakes stayed interesting.

[puracure]

a sunken dream 🪽

[mlady-magnolia]

Comfort

[endgaims]

An old Welt piece I never got around to posting. This was when I was still scrounging for every standard pass just to unlock him from the 300 pull selector. 🤭

[mamoru-chiba-ua]

[devdozes]

blade x reader art :)

pov- him drinking cold sprite after u bite his lips too hard

Art- by me

[lipiva]

HELLYEAHHH 🥃

[endlessskymaster]

Advertise Mydei enough to make people pull on his banner.

[apocalypticchaos-art]

Who stacked them???

[selfindulgenceiskey]

The Heretic

[kotyawtf]

I drew him as a boss xd

[elchingay]

.🥀🥀🥀

[kattkeyy]

Maybe in another life

[mlady-magnolia]

pats for cat

[dailysundayd00dles]

may you draw him as a sopping wet kitten

day 14: meow :(

[mamoru-chiba-ua]