EP.1
Aventurine × Reader (Y/N)
(As I mentioned before, I’m Thai, so this is content from my fanfiction translated using Google Translate and posted on this platform. If there are any language mistakes, I’m sorry! 🥺🥹)
Warning: The content does not strictly follow the game’s storyline. It has been adapted and expanded based on my imagination. If you don’t like it, please feel free to skip! 😭✨ Some parts are fictionalized, so please forgive me! 🙏🙏🙏
This fic was written to soothe my own heart. I’m so upset—why is everyone so mean to Aven-nii? sobs 😿
This part was written during the storyline of patch 2.1.
"Death is the destination of all living things. It cannot be avoided."
"Then why do humans keep struggling to live on?"
A voice responded:
"The important thing isn’t the destination—it’s the journey and what you’ve experienced along the way."
"Your life isn’t over yet. The necklace and the gift from that friend should be proof enough."
After Acheron finished speaking, she walked away and disappeared…
Left behind were a black hole, Aventurine, and Kakavasha.
"Live on." Aventurine clung to the meaning behind Ratio’s gift.
A small spark of encouragement.
He looked down at a locket necklace—the first gift he received after joining the organization, given by his senior, Y/N, who was tasked with looking after him.
He opened the locket. Inside was a short, heartfelt message: "Your life is valuable. Keep living."
A faint smile curved his lips. Y/N’s welcome gift for the new recruit seemed to see right through his thoughts.
Aventurine made his decision.
The blond man turned to face his younger self, bidding farewell to his past and letting go of its hold.
"Aren’t you coming with me?"
"One day, but not now."
Now, only Aventurine remained in the dreamscape.
The dreamscape held every memory. He stepped forward resolutely, hoping to savor its fleeting joy before returning to reality.
There were still people waiting for Aventurine to come back.
Aventurine’s cornerstone flickered and went out, clear for all to see.
You gave a bitter smile, clapping for the success of the junior you once mentored.
Even though you expressed congratulations, your heart felt hollow. Your beautiful face visibly dimmed with sorrow.
"You did it, Aventurine. You achieved your goal… Well done."
Aventurine wandered aimlessly, surrounded by darkness on both sides. Then, he saw his older sister waving at him. A child’s figure—his own—ran toward her eagerly.
That child was him in this moment. Aventurine rushed into his sister’s arms, overwhelmed by longing. Emotions too complex to describe surged in his chest.
Tears from a boy whose life had been valued at just 60 copper coins soaked his sister’s shoulder.
The familiar touch he could never forget coursed through his skin. His blood pulsed as he felt the warmth of her embrace.
It was as if he were holding his living, breathing sister.
"Sis… I’ve missed you so much," he choked out.
Her hand gently rubbed his back, comforting and praising everything that was Kakavasha.
"Have you been okay all this time?"
"Yes… I’m okay," he sobbed.
Her gentle touch brushed across his face, wiping away his tears with care.
"Kakavasha, you’re so strong."
The cunning young man was gone. Aventurine let out unrestrained sobs, unafraid of who might hear. The pent-up pain of his fated life poured out in every tear.
The boy clung tightly to his sister, as if she were a priceless treasure. Tears and snot stained her clothes completely.
Words of longing and heartfelt confessions spilled endlessly from his lips.
"I miss you. I miss you. I miss you. I miss you."
He was overjoyed to see her again, even if it was just a memory. Aventurine embraced it without hesitation.
"You must be so tired," a deep voice said above him. A large hand rested gently on the boy’s head, soothing the frightened child who had endured so much.
Aventurine looked up, his tear-filled eyes glimmering as he saw his father smiling at him in his characteristic way.
"My boy, you’re incredible."
"Dad…" The young man’s face crumpled as another wave of tears fell.
"My precious child!" This time, it was his mother’s voice. Aventurine turned, tears streaming, as his mother rushed toward him. She lifted her son and spun him around.
"My precious child! You’re stronger than anyone!"
Seeing her son growing dizzy, she stopped spinning and cradled him, walking toward the rest of the family.
A small family of four, with the little boy at the center. They smiled through tears at their reunion.
The family was together again…
It was the greatest dream of his life.
Even if it was just a memory or an illusion, Aventurine wanted to thank everything that made this dream come true.
His family enveloped the boy in a tight embrace, praying for good fortune to always be with Kakavasha.
In terms of work, Aventurine succeeded. He created an opening for the organization to infiltrate Pancony.
Though Aventurine was no longer there, as a leader, you couldn’t let personal feelings mix with work.
Even as you walked toward the site of the grand performance, seeing remnants that marked your close junior’s existence, no matter how much your heart ached or how much you wanted to cry…
You had to bury those feelings deep inside. No one could see them. The image of a steadfast leader still governed you.
While inspecting the scene, your foot accidentally stepped on something. Lifting it, you saw an item Aventurine always wore.
Your delicate hand picked up the familiar gold pocket watch. It was still wearable, but its shattered face rendered it unusable.
The more you looked at it, the more memories of you and Aventurine played in your mind like a montage.
Your relationship was ambiguous. Y/N, unsure of their own heart, labeled Aventurine as just a junior. Meanwhile, Aventurine often teased and flirted playfully, sometimes acting like he was serious but mostly joking. Your relationship wasn’t entirely clear, but if you had to guess, it was a senior-junior dynamic.
The watch was tucked into your coat pocket.
"Aventurine, have you finally reunited with your family as you hoped?"
Your rough hand covered your face, hiding your weakness beneath a forced smile.
