Summary: Aventurine drops by unannounced, lounging in your space while you absentmindedly pull on the standard banner with a free wish. You don’t expect anything… until the golden/rainbow glow flashes on your screen. In an ecstatic frenzy, you tackle Aventurine with hugs (and maybe a kiss), convinced that his mere presence tilted fate in your favor. He insists he didn’t do anything, but with that knowing smirk on his lips, you can’t help but wonder—was it luck, or just Aventurine being Aventurine?
Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Fluff, Humor, Gacha Luck Shenanigans, Pre-Relationship (?), Aventurine Being Smug, Reader Winning Big, Mild Teasing & Banter.
Warnings: Mild physical affection (hugs, kiss on the cheek), Aventurine being his usual charming, smug self, Possible heart failure from sheer gacha luck.
You weren’t even really thinking about it. Just a single free pull on the standard banner—no expectations, no anticipation. It was just a throwaway wish, something to pass the time while Aventurine lounged across your couch like he owned the place, spinning a gold coin between his fingers.
He had dropped by unannounced, as usual, claiming he was “bored” and that you were “marginally more entertaining than watching stocks fluctuate.” Now he was watching you instead, glasses sliding slightly down his nose, those eyes glimmering with intrigue.
“I don’t see the thrill in these games,” he mused, tilting his head toward your screen. “A gacha system is just a glorified casino, isn’t it?”
“You’re one to talk,” you shot back, rolling your eyes. “And besides, it’s just one pull. Nothing's gonna—”
The golden starburst on the screen made you freeze mid-sentence. Your heart skipped a beat as the wish animation unfolded, slow and cinematic. The weapon materialized before your eyes, its jade-green glow undeniable.
Primordial Jade Winged-Spear.
Silence.
You stared. Aventurine hummed.
Then the realization hit you like a runaway freight train.
“WHAT—?!”
You nearly dropped your device in your rush to process what just happened. Your brain short-circuited, your hands trembled, and before you knew it, you had thrown yourself at Aventurine, knocking the wind out of him as you crashed into his lap.
“You lucky, conniving, magnificent bastard!” you practically shrieked, your arms winding around his neck in an ecstatic hug. “How—? I—? I just pulled a five-star after getting a different five-star—do you have any idea how insane that is?!”
Aventurine blinked, his lips parting in bemusement. His free hand hovered awkwardly in the air as if unsure whether to return the embrace.
“I… didn't do anything,” he pointed out, though there was an unmistakable flicker of amusement in his tone.
“Yes, you did! Your ridiculous ‘luck’ did this! You just standing here tilted the odds in my favor, I swear!”
You pulled back just enough to see his face, still grasping the lapels of his dark blazer like you were trying to absorb some of his luck through sheer proximity. Your eyes were wide with gratitude, pure joy radiating from you in waves. Then, impulsively, you surged forward and planted a quick, breathless kiss against his cheek.
Aventurine went very, very still.
His expression didn't immediately shift—he still wore that ever-present, unreadable smile—but the faintest trace of color crept up his neck, vanishing beneath his high-collared shirt.
“My, my,” he murmured, voice a shade lower than before. “If I had known I’d get such lavish thanks for something I didn’t even do, I might have charged a fee.”
“Oh, shut up,” you huffed, though the warmth in your cheeks betrayed you. “Just let me have this moment.”
A beat of silence passed. Then, ever so slowly, Aventurine let his hand settle against your back, fingers splayed with casual ease.
“Well,” he mused, tilting his head, “if you’re that pleased, perhaps I should stick around. Who knows? Maybe my presence will land you another five-star.”
You gave him a playful shove, and he chuckled—low and knowing, like he had won some secret gamble you weren’t even aware of.
