#orv x reader

“Dokja.” 

His ears perked up.

“Yes?” His voice wavered. He couldn’t read you.

Obviously, he had done something to piss you off; he just couldn’t tell what. The corners of his lips threatened to quirk up–he was thankful that whatever he did led to this.

“You’ve been acquainting yourself with your co-workers these past few weeks, hmm?”

Ah. Jealousy? No way. What for?

“Just the usual–”

“Don’t lie to me.”

Oh. You were pissed. You dug your foot harder, and he couldn’t hide the noise, a whimper falling from his lips. He brought his hand up to cover his mouth–he knew he was blushing. This was fucking humiliating, and yet, he couldn’t stop his dick from hardening against the pressure of his boss hovering over him, exalting every ounce of authority you had. He didn’t think he was one for masochism, but the pain shot electricity up his spine.

“Is it… a problem?” He knew the answer already.

“You know the answer to that.”

“Haah… I didn’t realize I had–ugh–caught your attention…”

You lifted your leg. He missed it. It was just your foot, but somehow he’d already grown attached, the pressure offering relief he didn’t realize he needed. Never in his life did he think someone would pay this much mind to him, let alone consider others a rival for his attention.

“Stand up.”

He scrambled to his feet. There wasn’t a single bone in his body that desired to disobey you, not when your eyes held such a condescending glint. Not when you looked at him as if he were already yours.

“This–” you palmed his dick, “Is mine.” 

His breath was ragged. Your breath was on his ears, your lips centimeters away from them. And then he felt it–your wet tongue dragging from his earlobe to the top. His body writhed, the sensation so intense he couldn’t stop the strangled moan that left his throat. It was so unexpected, he thought he’d cum from it.

What the hell?

“Remember that.”

Then door was pushed open, and you walked out, leaving him. He slid down the stall wall, his mind a mess, unsure of what to make of the encounter. 

Confusion. Desperation. Excitement.

The darkened spot on the crotch of his pants would agree. How was he supposed to return to work?

"You're insane for that, actually."

Kim Dokja raised his head at the loud voice. You were leaning over Han Sooyoung, eyebrow raised and hands on your hips, peering down at something in the plagiarist's lap. He couldn't see it clearly from this distance.

As if sensing his attention, you glanced over at him and grinned. Kim Dokja returned it with a questioning look.

"Sooyoung-ssi is trying to mix beast blood into healing tonics."

Kim Dokja frowned. "That will not increase the effects."

"You've tried it, have you?" said Han Sooyoung snidely. "Tried all the potion combinations out there? Ha, I didn't think so."

You laughed. It was a sound that often filled the air when your companions were around. Kim Dokja had grown rather fond of it, and even Yoo Joonghyuk nodded along, content, when you brightened their ears with your laughter.

"Will you drink it?"

Your tone was innocent, but your eyes danced with mischief. Han Sooyoung huffed. "I'm not stupid."

"No?"

Han Sooyoung went off, spewing mild rage and curses at you for having taken a shot at her pride. Kim Dokja observed. He was impressed by your constant ability to bait the plagiarist.

"Just don't test it on animals," is all you said once there was a break in her ranting.

"How else am I supposed to see if it works—?!"

Kim Dokja decided to walk away before he was dragged into her nonsense. He nodded his head to you. You watched him go with an unidentifiable expression.

Some time later, Kim Dokja spoke with Jung Heewon. He had already spoken with the others, and the youngest, Lee Gilyoung and Shin Yoosung, had accompanied Yoo Sangah and Lee Jihye respectively. Han Sooyoung had vanished. He left her to her own devices.

"There are hidden pieces not far from here," said Kim Dokja. "The rewards are probably low-level skills, beast cores, or rare potion ingredients. You can reach two within the day. Perhaps three if you go with someone."

"Hyunsung and I can do that. I don't think it will be difficult—"

Kim Dokja blinked, and you appeared next to him.

Your beaming grin was aimed at Heewon. "Heewon-ssi," you said, tone bright. "I think that's a great idea! You two—" Kim Dokja noted the flustered expression Jung Heewon wore "—gallivant off into the sunset. In search of hidden pieces, of course." You finished it off with a wink.

"That's not—ahem." Jung Heewon coughed. "I will go find Lee Hyunsung-ssi."

Kim Dokja noted the over-formality as Jung Heewon walked away sheepishly.

"Bye!" You waggled your fingers and slipped the other hand around Kim Dokja's arm.

He was going to speak, when several constellation messages came in.

[The constellation 'Demon-like Judge of Fire' complains about the rude dismissal of her incarnation.]

[The constellation 'Secretive Plotter' is watching the scene with a smirk.]

[The constellation 'Prisoner of the Golden Headband' is picking at his teeth with his thumbnail.]

"Dokja."

[The constellation 'Demon-like Judge of Fire' is looking at the constellation 'Goddess of Love and Beauty' with a frown.]

[The constellation 'Goddess of Love and Beauty' is shrugging.]

What did Uriel want with your sponsor? Were you receiving these messages as well?

"Dokja-ya."

[The constellation 'Goddess of Love and Beauty' tells the constellation 'Demon-like Judge of Fire' that love knows no bounds.]

Love—?

"Kim Dokja!"

You nearly shouted in his ear as you hugged him from behind. Oh, you had been trying to get his attention.

"Did you need something?" he asked. Everyone else had separated to complete their tasks or personal quests. They would reconvene for dinner once the sun set.

"Kim Dokja."

Your arms tightened. Kim Dokja couldn't help but lean back into your embrace as your scent enveloped him in a cloud; despite the circumstances, you always smelled like warm rice and crisp paper. It comforted him.

He jumped out of his skin when your nose touched his neck. "Ah—?"

"Kim Dokja," you repeated. Your nose dragged up towards his ear. Kim Dokja didn't dare move, his breathing stalled. "You talk a lot with other people."

Kim Dokja was very glad that the others had gone off on their own. It would painfully awkward to explain...whatever this was. Your bodies pressed together. The feel of your hot breath on his neck, the color of his cheeks, your hands tucked under his coat.

"I guess so," he said, uncertain.

"Do you get lonely?"

Lonely?

Well... Kim Dokja thought about it. He was no stranger to loneliness. It had been an old companion since his early years in life. But now he had real companions, people to look out for. "Everyone feels lonely at some point," he said in the end.

"So you seek out company from others," you pressed, not seeming to hear him. "All kinds of people."

"Sure—" Kim Dokja winced as your fingers dug into his ribcage.

You sensed it and softened your hold just as quickly. "Sorry."

It happened often in your presence. A subtle shift from the sweet, cheerful person that you were into something murky, like your happy self was teetering on a tightrope only he could notice, and every time he looked up at it you wobbled.

You slipped around his torso to face him, much too close still. Kim Dokja's pulse thumped hard against his chest.

"I'll talk with you."

"What?" Kim Dokja was distracted by the sun glinting off of the shine on your bottom lip.

You smiled. Delighted. "I'll. Talk. With you." A giggle. "You don't need anyone else."

"I don't understand."

Instead of responding, you nuzzled under his chin. Kim Dokja was privately hoping that no one would return anytime soon. While he found your behaviour strange, there was no denying how good it felt to be held by you. Kim Dokja was a liar in many ways, but this was something he could freely admit within the confines of his mind.

"Sometimes I wonder how it could have been if we had met when the world was normal," you said dreamily.

Kim Dokja recalled his time at Minosoft. The small, sad apartment he lived in. Old kimbap wrappers balled up in his briefcase. Walking to work, invisible in the crowded streets of Seoul.

"You would not have noticed me."

You gasped, as if stabbed. "Don't be ridiculous. As if I could see someone like you and not notice."

It was flattering, but Kim Dokja did not want you to feel like you had to soothe his feelings. "No. It's true."

"You're a star, Dokja-ya. A wonderful, shining star."

Stars dotted his vision as your words washed over him and filled his head. It was too easy to get wrapped up in your joyful affections; Kim Dokja often forgot that you were bubbly to everyone. He wanted to believe that you fawned exclusively over him, but Kim Dokja had never been someone people fawned over.

But he indulged. Damn.

"Maybe if you were less of a star, other people wouldn't steal away your attention all the time," you muttered.

Kim Dokja was at a loss for words.

You heaved a grand sigh and tugged him to your group's makeshift campsite. "Come on. Go read on your phone, I'll watch."

He paused. "What?"

"...I'll watch out." You nodded rapidly. "I'll keep a watch out for, um, monsters. Or rogue incarnations. Yeah!"

"Okay."

You both settled against a wall. Kim Dokja scrolled on his phone, searching for a storyline he suspected might point him in the right direction for the next scenario. You curled into his side. He glanced at you, staring out at the street, and gave you a faint smile before diving into Ways of Survival.

The moment his focus returned to his phone, he felt eyes pinned to the side of his face.

Kim Dokja did not sense your gaze waver the entire time he read. And he would be a liar if he said it bothered him.

Screams and shrieks of terror echo all around you, it's deafening yet silent at the same time. There's this, incessant ringing in you ears. You try to reach and pull your arm up and oh— you can't move.

A blurry figure reaches you, and you swear you see your mother's face in the stranger.

Try as you might, but words seem to fail you. And you can't tell if it's your fault or the continuous, constant pain flaring in your lower half.

"Shi- han...! —ssing?!? Where-"

Darkness claimed you then.

Each inhale feels piercing. And each time you exhale, you remember the way your ribs caved in, splintering and tearing through your lungs—

Warmth seeps through your cheeks, they're hands. Warm and roaring with blood, with life.

Sounds garble and ring in and out your ear, and you watch as tears fall down their face in globs of worry.

They bring you in, embracing you with all the strength they could muster— firm yet gentle— for a second, your mind quivers. Questions linger the edge of logic, feeding you countless doubts and thoughts that's barely make any sense.

It was only now, did you finally realize you were in a hospital room, with a woman suspiciously similar to your mother.

Yet your soul knows otherwise.

Because your mother is deceased. Been so ever since you were twelve.

The woman embracing you is not your mother, but you let your delusions sing and cling to a copy.

Now its been a year since that... incident. Since the moment you woke up in this weirdly peculiar world— peculiar in the sense that it is not so different to your old one.

And that makes it quite strange.

You can't tell if the gods are messing with you but for some reason you got isekai'ed into whatever the hell this place's supposed to be.

Everything is normal.

No magic or superpowers, no dragons or curses to defeat, you can't wear ball gowns or luxurious dress because apparently this world was modern instead of historical— heck! There wasn't even a system (that's actually a hidden love interest) to guide you!

Everything is superbly normal. To the point that it's boring.

How else can you enjoy the perks of resurrection if this whole damn place was so fucking... normal?!?!?

You wanted to ride and tame a dragon, reenact your dreams of living in Hiccup's world. To fight as a general, to strategize a battle and win the war. To learn how to steer a ship and command a crew in search of treasure.

To do anything besides a repeat of your mundane life!!

Dying was a waste if it meant fantasies were mere fiction yet again.

You'd rather live in a cutthroat aristocratic society than go through another year of school.

Which unfortunately is your first day of senior high.

But you know what's worse than that?

You live in fucking korea. Home to severe bullying cases and rampant harassment all year round

To make your situation any better— you were transferring to a new school due to bullying.

Well it's not like you were properly victimized, it's more like you actually fought back and broke a nose or two.

But that's for another story.

Now you're standing in front of your new class, introducing yourself while assessing the profound number of immature brats who think so little about foreign-looking people like you.

It wasn't until you sweep your eyes in the front row, did you actually take a double take.

There, on the second seat, sits an all-too familiar black-haired reader.

Kim Dokja. The name rings in your head in utmost clarity and for the first time since you first woke up here, you finally realized the world you were isekai'ed to.

Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint.

One of the holy grails of manhwa and novels to exist.

"Shit." You curse quietly, snapping back into place as you finish your introduction. Sitting three rows behind your beloved character, you solemnly vow to give him the best, most happiest highschool experiences ever.

Just you wait Kim Dokja. You stare at him firmly, half listening to the teacher's lesson.

I'll be helping you through everything!

You greet him the moment class ends, introducing yourself and inviting him to lunch almost immediately.

You felt bad when you saw him hesitate. But if you're going to give him the best, most happiest highschool experiences ever, then you might just use your reader knowledge, the same way he did with Yoo Junghyeok.

"Do you know the novel by the name of Ways of Survival?"

Hook. Line. And sinker.

You got him right into your trap as he lights up in his own, Dokja way.

The weeks after that were spent with the both of you bonding over the novel— and you, the lying little shit that you are, had to read 100 chapters just to catch up with Dokja's scarily intact memory— shared interests, and lunches you always share with Dokja on the rooftop.

Whenever that hard-headed, brute Mingsu (Minsoo?) or whatever his name comes picking at Dokja, you're already there beating the shit out of him and his lackeys.

And when he snitches to the principal about your 'violence'. You threaten and blackmail the principal to release the footage you have of him and the young assistant all over the internet.

Safe to say, you were constantly under Bingsu's nerves.

There were times when you'd sneak into the Dokja's residence, climb over the fences and try not to alert his psycho of a mom— just to greet Dokja by the window and start a conversation as if he wasn't actively freaking out.

Thankfully, she never found out... You knew she had her suspicions, so you only ever sneaked in when your instincts told you Dokja was having a hard time.

And when a year passed of successfully making Dokja happy, you invite him out the night of his birthday. Sneaking him out the house to climb on the roof, where you prepared a small cake and bags of presents and goodies.

That moment cemented your drive to continue your pursuit as Dokja tearfully thanks you in joy.

A year turns into two, then four. From four to seven, then suddenly, the both of you are grown-ups in different careers.

Still best friends— not that you'd ever let him go— that talk about the series of Ways of Survival.

As the sole two readers of WSA, you began to memorize everything, down to the boring of lines, just to prepare yourself for the inevitable.

Dokja who's grown so familiar with your antics, has increasingly noticed your nervous ticks. Jumpy and almost tense in joining him during commute back home to your apartments.

It must've been your instincts flaring again. But whatever it was, it doesn't go unnoticed to your best friend's sharp eyes.

It wasn't until a certain train ride back home did he finally understand why you were so jittery in the first place. You had an inkling of this happening, which spanned three months before reality merged with fiction.

All this constant rereads of WSA, memorizing words like scripture, and your anxiety towards riding trains— it all comes crashing down into one singular conclusion.

You somehow knew this was going to happen.

His mind wraps around the idea in a chain of broken records: There were instances in his life where he always thought of you as someone too... knowledgeable. As if you were omniscient in some way.

But he brushed it off, chalking it up to your 'womanly instincts.'

He doesn't question you yet. This new reality of his was all too-much for both you and him.

He's also selfish.

Dokja doesn't want to lose you or push you away. You've been his lifeline since the beginning of highschool, he'd fight through hell and back just to get you, to save you.

Even if you were suspicious in his eyes— it doesn't change his true perception of you:

Because you are (Last Name) (Name). Someone he cared for and grew to love. Someone he valued besides his precious novel— and those thoughts were scarce, a once in a lifetime.

(Name) protected him from Minwoo. Sure, you beat him up but that wasn't important, no. (Name) was the person who tanked punches to the gut and face, busted their skin and lips from the fights they got often defending him.

(Name) was the person that made him smile through jokes and gifts. Cheering him up from his bad days, making him laugh even when he thought he couldn't.

(Name) was the person that silently gave their food on days he never felt like eating. When his mind had shutdown and memories would play back like a never-ending reel, dimming his world to a bleak and colorless life.

Even through his silence, you were always, always there for him. Despite his tendency to push, to distance, or place a wall between you. Even through his constant detachment, you somehow found a way to slither back into his life, like an insistent buzz.

Even through all that... it never once occurred to you to leave him like all the others.

You were an insistent yet beloved buzz he welcomed all the same.

The only person he'd let through his guarded walls, to peel back each layer, each chain and thorn he carefully put up, through each layer of defense until he was left vulnerable and bare.

Until he was nothing but flesh and bone, 'till you can peer down at his very soul. The flickering flame of life you could very well extinguish.

And despite showing you all his ugly and broken sides, you still chose to treat him with sincere kindness. To embrace all those layers of hurt, of hatred, that lay deep in his core.

A love that reached even his soul.

So in his eyes, you are someone heroic, a savior— his savior— The light he greedily enjoys while actively hiding you from prying eyes. From people who could (just as easily) take you away from him.

He is selfish, and Kim Dokja knows that very well.

Because in his eyes, you were Yoo Junghyeok— Similar and yet so, vastly different— but more than that, you are (Last name) (Name). Similar in acts but vastly different in nature.

And somewhere deep in his heart, deep in his soul, he would choose you over Yoo Junghyeok any day.

And that scares him. Violently, dangerously so.

Because all his life, he has only known Yoo Junghyeok.

But now...

He has (Last Name) (Name) in his life. A person who he holds so dear in his hollow, broken heart.

And he'll be damned if he ever loses you.

As the sole readers of Ways of Survival, you two team up to create the ending you both desire.

But both of you know that ending leaves one of you dead.

So you both pretend, and level up in the sidelines. You both pretend to not notice the other's growing abilities and obnoxious need to rise and achieve higher power.

Time is ticking, and the two of you are racing to finish your stories—because in this unforgiving world of WSA, only the main character can truly live in the end of the novel.

And neither of you are main characters in the first place.

You possess knowledge of the future— Kim Dokja's future. You know what decisions he'll make, you know that ending he's striving for isn't the one you two promised.

And Kim Dokja knows you see through him, but for the sake of saving the world— his world that he holds so dear. The light he greedily consumes. The person he's willing to die for— he remains intentionally ignorant.

But you have the upper hand.

Had so ever since the first time you saw him back in highschool.

Dying was a waste if it meant fantasies— the ending you sought for Dokja— were mere fiction yet again.

And you'll be damned if you can't change Kim Dokja's future.

What am I even writing 😭 I'm not gonna lie to ya'll I feel like kdj possessed me midway writing bcs I reached flow state and shi, I feel enlightened

Kim Dokja always gives me this posessive vibe. Like this man is nonchalant af but internally he's alr calculating ways to get your attention. NOT EVEN A YANDERE WAY BRU, but I am sooo thinking about ex-kdj and he's just planning ways to 'coincidentally' run into reader and I'm just MMMMM

Sighing to yourself, you lounge with your friends, bored out of your minds with nothing to do. Well, that is until everyone felt a presence with them.

■■■

Secretive Plotter

You attempted to sink further down into the couch as everyone else attempted to find something to do.

It was then a certain man approached you, “Hey, doing something?” Dokja asked you, sitting on the couch as well as he opened his phone, probably scrolling through the novel he read again.

You only sneered in return, obviously bored out of your mind. Noticing your boredom, Dokja gave you a little notice, “Have you noticed, one of the constellations?” he started. You turned towards him in return, “Which one? We know a few of them, remember?” you replied in which Dokja pointed towards the sky through the window close by, a star shining a bit brighter than the others, not incredibly, but it was there.

Still not getting him, your eyebrows furrowed thinking, “That could be anyone, like Uriel…?”

“That’s not her, I would know as her incarnation,” Heewon said, crossing her arms as she approached me and Dokja, “If I were any better I’d say it could be that plotter guy…” she added, followed by Uriel’s message.

[The Constellation ‘Demon-Like Judge of Fire’ lightly held a laugh towards something.]

[The Constellation ‘Demon-Like Judge of Fire’ asks if you have noticed anything.]

“Notice anything about what? Every one of you is confusing me…” you grumbled, looking around as everyone looked at you with slight shock, even Uriel was a bit shocked.

“You really haven’t noticed everything?” Heewon asked just as Jihye joined beside Heewon, asking what was going on before Heewon explained to her the premise.

Jihye, the ever so cheerful yet something of a woman, spoke without a thought, “Oh, you mean you haven’t noticed that one constellation hovering over you like he’s your sponsor?” Jihye asked, causing everyone to freeze while you looked at her in shock.

[The Constellation ‘Demon-Like Judge of Fire’ lets out a squeak before lightly asking to be careful.]

You didn’t even need to ask about what Uriel meant by ‘be careful’ when you felt the atmosphere around everyone suddenly thickens, the star Dokja pointed to earlier slightly flickered.

You couldn’t even fathom what you just heard, Secretive Plotter? That mysterious constellation? Hovering over me when he wasn’t even my sponsor? But now that you think about it, the constellation has been talking to you through the pings, but you always thought he was just like that to everyone, apparently not.

“Dammit…” you cursed, connecting everything.

“You finally realized, huh?” Heewon said, hearing you curse. You nodded in reply before speaking, “I thought he was just like that to anybody else…” you reasoned, but then you got a reply.

[The Constellation ‘Secretive Plotter’ scoffed at your line of thoughts.]

[The Constellation ‘Secretive Plotter’ calls you oblivious.]

[The Constellation ‘Demon-Like Judge of Fire’ chuckled at the Constellation ‘Secretive Plotter’ for getting worked up over this.]

Worked up over what? You thought to yourself before Heewon patted your shoulder, “It’s up to you on this one now,” she said before she walked away, followed by Jihye, who seemed to give a peace sign before following Heewon.

You looked over towards Dokja for any help on what the constellations are talking about, who only shrugged his shoulders and left, leaving you with your thoughts and the constellation everyone is saying to be interested in you.

“What even is going on…?” you grumbled, slumping into the couch further again.

[The Constellation ‘Secretive Plotter’ scoffed at you.]

You scoffed in return, this constellation is giving you mixed signals, it is confusing.

“Alright, what do you want? I don’t… I don’t get this entire thing, heck, you’re not even my sponsor!” you grumbled, raising your hands up.

[The Constellation ‘Secretive Plotter’ retorts that you haven’t chosen any constellation to be your sponsor.]

You stared at the message in confusion, is this what it’s all about?

As if reading your thoughts, Secretive Plotter sent another ping.

[The Constellation ‘Secretive Plotter’ tells you that it won’t be long until you need one.]

Wow, rude. You thought to yourself as Uriel -who is seemingly still here instead of with her sponsor- replied to you for him.

[The Constellation ‘Demon-Like Judge of Fire’ translated Constellation ‘Secretive Plotter’s words.]

[The Constellation ‘Secretive Plotter’ wishes for you to be the Constellation’s Incarnation by the Constellation ‘Demon-like Judge of Fire’.]

You stared dumbfoundedly at what Secretive Plotter meant by his words from Uriel’s, were you that interested towards him?

“Is that… Really what this is?” you asked towards Secretive Plotter, who took a few moments to answer, seemingly deciphering what to say before swallowing down the constellation’s stubbornness.

[The Constellation ‘Secretive Plotter’ confirmed the Constellation ‘Demon-Like Judge of Fire’s words.]

[The Constellation ‘Secretive Plotter’ yields that he found you interesting from the rest of the incarnations.]

You huffed, smiling at the message. So, all that ‘hovering’, he found you interesting. The mysterious constellation found you interesting.

Still in thought, you were brought out when the constellation sent another message.

[The Constellation ‘Secretive Plotter’ threatens you to not tell this to anyone.]

Chuckling in reply, you shrugged, seemingly making the atmosphere thicken once more, “I don’t know, I could keep a secret, but I don’t know about Uriel,” you answered.

[The Constellation ‘Secretive Plotter’ grumbled in agreement.]

You could only chuckle again at his reply.

■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■

Nanook : Honkai Starrail

The train of the Astral Express had been quieter than before, Welt and Himeko lightly conversing on the other side of the lounging area, Pom-Pom somewhere else in the train, Dan Heng inside the data bank once more, and March, Caelus, and Stelle were talking around the pictures March had taken.

Meanwhile, you quietly napped on the slightly curved couch of the lounge, arms crossed, napping away. March even managed to snap a few photos while Himeko chuckled from where she was with Welt.

It was all of a sudden you snapped awake, flinching back at you awoke, immediately looking down on the palm of your hand as it was now seemingly containing particles of what seemed to be golden sand.

March and the two knuckleheads approached you in concern, noticing you jerk awake.

“Hey, are you okay? You woke up pretty hard,” March asked, the two however, stayed quiet as they noticed the particles in your hands before looking back at each other. They knew.

“Sorry, not really a good dream happened,” you apologized, rubbing the back of your neck, trying to seemingly act alright.

Then Stelle called your name and pointed towards the golden sand in the palm of your hand, “Are you aware of this?” She asked, Caelus looking at you with a similar question in mind. It didn't take another minute for Himeko and Welt to approach you guys.

“What is it?” Welt asked before noticing the sand as well.

“It was from Nanook, wasn't it?” Caelus asked, already knowing the answer as you nod.

“But, hey, I'm fine. It's alright, THEY didn't do anything to me, just had me there in the palm of THEIR hand…” you reasoned with them as if your words were the most normal thing combined.

The team looked at you in shock as they took in your word. The Aeon of Destruction? Nanook THEMSELF? Let a mortal -a nameless and a trailer of the path of trailblazing- chill by THEM? While THEY were possibly creating destruction and havoc on another far side of the universe?

You seemed concerned and worried for their reactions -and yourself- and decided to speak, “Was it bad?” You asked, voice slightly wavering.

“Sweetie, you told us an aeon, Nanook at that, allows you to be at the palm of THEIR hand while they possibly cause destruction with THEIR other hand…” Himeko slowly explained, followed by Welt and Caelus nodding.

“How long has this been happening?” Stelle asked, shaking hands pointing at you. There's no way the first aeon who gave THEIR gaze at Stelle and Caelus was now chilling with a human.

“... Ever since I joined the astral express…?” You slowly answered, earning another wave of dumbfounded looks from them.

“Daily?!” March asked, you nodded, “I never thought about it… Should I-”

“Yes, you should,” Welt said rather concerningly, now dumbfounded at your obliviousness at the situation.

It was then they felt the train rumble, lights flickering as everyone stopped hogging you to look around until March exclaimed pointing at the window behind me.

“G-guys, is it me… O-or the stars are aligning to look like…” March trailed off, Caelus and Stelle noticed it as well, then Himeko and Welt.

It was then when you turned, your eyes widened in surprise.

The stars, they did align themselves to create an outline of something, or someone. Soon, a figure was formed by the stars.

“No shot…” Stelle muttered, recognizing the figure outlined by the stars.

Nanook.

THEY were there. THEIR eyes narrowing down, seemingly towards you.

“Well, I'll be damned,” you uttered to yourself as golden sand seemed to float along the insides of the train, followed by a panicked Pom-pom who had also noticed the aeon's gaze on the express.

As Pom-pom found themselves behind Welt, they seemed to have their guard up the moment the golden sand started to appear more and float throughout the express.

Seeing everyone's guarded expression, you turned back towards the aeon who seemed to have moved THEIR hand and pointed towards you.

Confused, you were about to speak until the sand within the express started to clump together, forming into something and dropping it above your head and down onto your hand.

“Ow…” you muttered before noticing what had just appeared on you.

A necklace, simple yet gave off the strongest of power, glowing ever so brightly by the gem adorning the middle, a bright yellow color, akin to the eyes of the Aeon of Destruction or the large scar adorning THEIR chest.

“What…” you asked confusingly as you turned back towards the outline of the aeon, whose eyes seemed to narrow further before disappearing, the stars dragging themselves back to their original places.

Still confused -and now dumbfounded by what Nanook, the entire aeon, gave you- Dan Heng entered the lounge with a surprise look on his face.

“I saw the sand before it all disappeared, what happened? Did anyone get hurt?” Dan Heng asked, inspecting everyone with his eyes.

Himeko shook her head, smiling, “Everyone is alright, we just…” Himeko trailed off, turning towards you who's attention was still on the necklace given to you by the aeon.

“We just witnessed that our dear nameless over here received a courting gift from the Aeon of Destruction.”

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