Hi! If I'm not too late, I would like to request your choice of characters with a reader who is like the MC from Obey Me! (Maybe they got isekaied?) You know, stupid powerful, has many of the most powerful people in all three realms wrapped around their finger, chaos gremlin, has to wear the ring of light bc the combo of their ancestry + pacts + deep interpersonal relationships with folks from all three realms nearly pull the fabric of the universe apart at the seams, nearly murdered several times, actually murdered in a betrayal by someone they now care deeply about (they got better it's fine). I just think it would be a fun concept.
Still Breathing, Still Burning
Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Dan Heng x Reader, Sunday x Reader, Overpowered Reader, Romance, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff with Angst, Chaos Gremlin Reader, Found Family Undertones, Multiversal Elements, Mutual Pining, Soft for You Dynamics, Emotionally Repressed, Cosmic Horror (light, implied), Alternate Timeline Elements, Protective Characters, Slow Burn, Bittersweet Undertones, Dramatic Tension, âYou Scare Me But I Love Youâ Dynamic.
Warnings: Mentions of near-death experiences, Alternate timeline death (Lesson 16 reference), Emotional trauma, Betrayal (non-graphic), Magic-induced physical harm (briefly mentioned), Mild body horror (magic backlash implied).
The Ring of Light hummed softly around your finger, tethering a thousand cosmic oaths into something that vaguely resembled sanity. The air aboard the Astral Express shimmered every time you walked by, as if the fabric of the universe had to breathe in and hold its breath for you.
Sunday stood in the observation car, golden halo aglow, wings behind his ears fluttering slightlyânot from wind, but from unease.
You entered like you always did: with a grin that was a little too wide and a presence that screamed both âI am unstoppableâ and âPlease stop me before I destroy something.â
âYouâre early,â Sunday said softly, eyes tracking you like a sun reluctant to set. âTime seems to... distort around you.â
âTime, dreams, the concept of cause and effectâitâs all a bit loose lately,â you replied, collapsing onto the nearby velvet lounge like you owned gravity itself. âWelt said Iâm not allowed to touch the hyperdrive anymore. Something about âfracturing the dimension in three directions at once.ââ You paused, squinting at your hand. âWhich I might have done. But the pigeon started it.â
Sunday smiled, but it was thin, hesitant. âAnd yet, somehow, youâre still breathing. Still laughing. After everything...â
You met his gazeâno teasing, no chaos in your eyes now. Just knowing. âYouâre not the only one whoâs been nearly torn apart.â
He flinched. âWhat happened to youââ
âIt was bad,â you said, voice low. âAn alternate timeline. Someone I trusted... lost control. I wouldâve been gone, if not for someone fixing the timeline. Merging it back. A second chance.â
He turned to you. The Answerer in him wept. The Interrogator screamed. âAnd you donât hate them?â
You walked slowly toward him. âI forgave. Not because it didnât hurtâbut because healing means more than revenge. And because someone like youâsomeone who still dreams of peace, even through painâstill exists.â
He stepped closer. âEven if I remind you of what almost broke you?â
âYou donât. You remind me I can survive it. That I can be more than just the one who got hurt.â
The stars flickered, dimmed, then bloomed brighter than ever.
Sunday kissed you, halo flickering erratically as your chaos brushed against his orderâand didnât destroy it.
It harmonized.
Dan Heng was used to danger. He was not, however, used to you.
You, with your impossible strength and your even more impossible refusal to take anything seriously. You whoâd made a pact with literal seven demons of hell. You who wore the Ring of Light to keep the universe from unraveling whenever you decided to throw a tantrum. You, whoâd been in enough life-threatening situations to count on your fingers and toesâand still came back cracking jokes about afterlife vending machines.
And yet, Dan Heng couldnât stop watching you.
âYou shouldnât have gone off alone,â he said coolly, folding his arms as you returned from Penaconyâs lower city, bloodied but grinning.
âI was fine.â
âYou were nearly erased from existence last week.â
âAnd got better, thanks,â you said, hopping up to sit on his desk. âWhatâs got you so grumpy? I didnât fracture space this time.â
His jaw tensed. âYouâre reckless.â
âYouâre cute when you worry.â
âThatâs notââ he stopped. The words jammed in his throat. He looked away. â...You matter.â
The silence was heavy.
You slid off the desk, softer now. âDan Heng.â
He didnât face you. âYouâre powerful. Beyond reason. But power doesnât make you untouchable.â
You moved to his side, fingers brushing his arm. âIâve been strangled, hunted through voids, nearly consumed by my own magicâand yeah, someone in another timeline lost it and hurt me. But I survived. Every time.â
He turned. Slowly. âWhy keep doing this?â
You smiled. âBecause youâre the one person who looks at me like Iâm more than a walking catastrophe.â
His breath caught.
You whispered, âAnd because you keep me grounded. Youâre my tether, Dan Heng. You remind me Iâm still human.â
His hands, for once, trembled as he took yours. âThen stay. Justâstay close.â
You did. And for once, Dan Heng felt like maybe he could stop running.
âYou cheated.â
âI won,â you corrected, tossing a pair of impossibly rare cards onto the table. âItâs not my fault the house isnât built for transdimensional energy freaks with too many pacts.â
Aventurine blinked once behind his glasses, smile twitching with incredulity. âYou really did just collapse probability again, didnât you?â
âGuilty.â
The roulette wheel behind him sputtered. A neon light fizzled. A reality anchor cracked like glass.
Aventurine sipped his drink without blinking. âIâve conned planet-killers, lied to a galactic tribunal, and escaped slavery with a card trick, but you... youâre terrifying.â
You leaned on the edge of the table, eyes glowing faintly from the Ring of Lightâs hum. âFlatteryâll get you everywhere, Kakavasha.â
That nameâhis real nameâhit harder than expected.
He sat forward, lacing his fingers together. âYou shouldnât know that.â
âI know a lot of things. Like how you always hide your left hand during bets. Like how you flinch when someone touches your neck. Like how you joke about luck, but never let anything fall out of your control.â
The tension in his smile grew tighter. âI see. So Iâm your next... project?â
You stepped into his space, hand on his cheek. âNo. Youâre my favorite gamble.â
His breath caught.
âI know what it means to survive because you're the only one left. To wear a mask so heavy it shapes your bones.â Your smile softened. âI donât want to fix you, Aventurine. I want to bet on you.â
He chuckled, low and real this time. âThatâs the worst decision anyoneâs ever made.â
âAnd the best one Iâve ever committed to.â
He leaned in close. âThen letâs raise the stakes.â
Your kiss was heat, risk, surrenderâand for once, he didnât hide his left hand.
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