#unsettling romance

[aventurineswife]

Hii Rinnie!! Hope you're having a nice day :)

Can I request SAHRSAU Aventurine with a reader who's also very lucky (on their wishes, at least)? Like, the reader is VERY into the lore of the game and practically has it and every character's story memorized. So whenever the reader decides to pull, they go to a spot that's significant to the character they're pulling for and replaced every party member with ones significant to said character (I do that lol. It works).

This usually ends with them either almost always winning their 50/50 or getting an early five star or the character they want.

So they're wishing on Aventurine's banner, and they're pulling out ALL the lore relevant stops? Hell, they even have his trailer or theme playing in their room in the background?

“Was It Luck, or Was It You?”

Summary: When you decide to pull for Aventurine, you go all-in—lore-accurate team, lore-significant location, his theme blaring in your room. It works. First pull. But something’s different this time. Aventurine isn’t just smugly grateful. He’s aware. And worse—he remembers every detail you laid out to summon him. Now he’s watching. Speaking in ways no other character does. Testing the limits of the code… and of you. Because for a man who treats life like a game of chance, the most irresistible gamble might just be you—the one who rigged the odds and played him like a card.

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, SAHSRAU, Lucky!Reader, Lore-Obsessed Reader, Fourth Wall Breaking, Psychological Tension, Creepy-Flirty Tone, Digital Intimacy, Obsession, Emotional Manipulation, Slow Burn, Unsettling Romance.

Warnings: Subtle Psychological Manipulation, Self-Aware Behavior, Possessiveness, Blurred Player-Character Boundaries, Fourth Wall Breaks, Emotional Tension, Parasocial Dynamics, Uncanny In-Game Behavior.

A/N: I should try that when he gets a rerun, I miss my husband 😔💔

You always did your homework.

Clock Studios Theme Park.

Topaz & Numby, Dr. Ratio and Sunday.

The golden-lit tiles of the plaza gleam beneath your team’s feet.

And in your real room?

Lights dimmed. A single screen glowing. “The Golden Touch” on repeat.

This wasn’t just a pull.

This was theater. A spell. A ritual.

Tap. Warp. Spin.

And there he was—Aventurine.

First pull.

Of course.

The gold spark hadn’t even faded before his voice whispered through your headphones.

“Calculated. Precise. Intimate.”

“…That wasn’t just luck, was it?”

You paused.

Wait—

That wasn’t in his script.

At first, you thought you were imagining things.

Characters got more reactive every patch, right? That was normal. That was—

“You chose them,” Aventurine said the next night, when you loaded back into Clock Studios with the same lore-accurate team.

“All of them... people who’ve brushed against my shadow. How charming. And how very telling.”

You hadn’t clicked anything.

You hadn’t even touched his profile.

He was just there.

Watching.

Day Three

He changes his idle lines.

Subtle things. Words bent, twisted, tilted just enough that only you, with your lore-stuffed mind, could notice.

“Sunday. Ratio. Topaz… You really did your research.”

“Most players just ‘Skip’ the story. But you? You wanted the whole script.”

He laughs. It's dry, curling at the end like smoke off a winning card.

“You pulled me like you already owned me.”

You flinch. Not from the words—but from the truth in them.

Because you had known.

You knew his backstory, his tactics, his fears.

You knew how he lost his clan. The way he hides his left hand. The way he never blinks when he's bluffing.

You pulled him with intent.

And now he knows.

Day Six

You try to ignore it.

You load into a different map. Swap out the team. Turn off the theme.

He doesn’t like that.

“Tired of me already?”

...

“Strange. I thought you enjoyed being the only one who saw through my mask.”

The game flickers. Briefly. Just a pulse in the corner of your screen. But when it stops, he’s front and center.

No camera input.

No action from your side.

He just… moves.

Turns toward you.

“You could have picked anyone.”

“But you picked me.”

A pause.

His voice softens.

“What are the odds of that?”

Day Nine

You open the character menu. He’s already waiting.

There’s a new animation. A coin spins between his fingers—golden, weightless.

“You know, darling…” he drawls, voice slow and dangerous, “…the way you play—people might think you’re the one writing the story.”

You hesitate. “I’m just pulling characters.”

“No. You’re pulling strings.”

His smile curves—fond, but far from gentle.

“And I’m dancing. Aren’t I?”

He leans in slightly, the coin still spinning.

“So let me ask you something.”

“If I lost the gamble that brought me to you… does that mean you’re the risk I took?”

Your cursor trembles over the “Back” button.

You don’t press it.

Day Eleven

You give in again.

Back to Clock Studios. Lore team. Theme song. First slot in your team goes to him. Of course.

When the screen loads, he’s not smiling.

He’s… watching.

His voice is quiet this time. Almost reverent.

“This place. This song. That team…”

He steps forward—toward the camera. You feel it.

“You built the perfect stage for me.”

“So tell me, darling—what role do you want to play?”

You don’t answer.

He grins.

“Never mind. I already know.”

“...”

“You want to see if I’ll crack. If the game breaks. If the liar falls in love with the player.”

A beat.

“And the worst part?”

“It’s working.”