A Lord Ravager Is... Stalking Me?!
In which Asat Pramad steps out of your screen, refuses to go back, and makes it abundantly clear that he is hopelessly obsessed with you.
gn!reader • yandere!asat pramad
This is a SFW fanfic! It contains no explicit content.
The word count is around 4.7k.
(The song is just for fun HAHA. I was listening to it while writing the final part of this one-shot... back to my nightcore days)
Your life was pretty ordinary, to be honest. Well, not that adulthood is full of wonders—especially when you're not some lucky heir. During the week, you woke up early, went to work, came home, had dinner, and sometimes went out to bars with your colleagues on the weekends... nothing special. Just enjoying life the best you could.
The only difference was that you were a total nerd. Games? Your PC was full of them. Character merch? Oh, you had an entire shelf dedicated to it. No other hobby captivated you quite like gaming.
And right now, the game you were addicted to was Honkai: Star Rail, a turn-based RPG with an exciting story and unforgettable characters. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't spent money on that game multiple times after promising yourself you wouldn't spend another cent. You were crazy about gacha games. The perfect customer for money-hungry companies... but who could blame you when there were so many handsome men begging to join your account? You simply couldn't resist.
Today was just another ordinary Saturday. Since you had no plans for the afternoon, you decided to take a shower and get ready for a long gaming session. After all, Honkai: Star Rail had just been updated, and you needed to finish the new quest as soon as possible!
Sitting in your gaming chair, you waited for the game to load while opening a can of zero-calorie soda. You'd been avoiding spoilers all day and had somehow managed to survive the open-mouthed fandom of gamers who loved ruining the experience by casually revealing crucial plot points.
In other words, you were excited to see what awaited you.
The Astral Express appeared on your screen in crisp, high-definition detail. You smiled, unable to hide your excitement.
Several hours had passed since you started playing. Outside, the sun was already setting. Inside, you set down your mouse pad, stretched, and sighed. You had already completed a good part of the mission, but being slow by nature and hating to miss details, some things took longer than they should have. Still, you decided to take a short break. On your screen, the antagonist of the moment—Asat Pramad—stood with his arms crossed, his dialogue paused and unfinished. You would continue later, but for now, you needed to stretch your legs and use the bathroom.
Phone in hand, you stood up and left your room. Your trips to the bathroom were usually short, but you had the unfortunate habit of wasting time scrolling through short videos—more specifically, edits of characters you liked. A bad habit, you would say. But hey, everyone has a soft spot for cool edits of attractive characters!
When you returned to your room, you threw yourself back into your gaming chair, but this time you felt intensely lazy about continuing the story. Because of that, you simply stayed seated, fiddling with your phone while the game remained frozen on your PC, with Asat Pramad stubbornly crossing his arms.
A few minutes later, you were completely distracted by a conversation with your friend. She had a talent for making you laugh over the dumbest things, and you genuinely thanked the universe every day for putting someone like her in your life. The conversation quickly turned into the two of you exchanging random videos, memes, and stupid comments, laughing at almost everything that appeared on your screen and, naturally, making the distraction even worse.
Actually, you were so distracted that you did not hear the random voice coming from your computer.
"How long do you plan on ignoring me, hmm? I crafted that dialogue with care, and you decided to sit there and read none of it?"
You looked at your monitor seconds later, confusion filling your mind. You checked the scene where you had paused, but the text did not match what had just been said. Thinking it might just be a game glitch, you decided to click to skip the dialogue. However... the text did not change. Instead, Asat Pramad turned toward you, uncrossing his arms.
"Now that I finally have your full attention, how about we break the limits between our worlds?"
You raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised by this new immersion feature. Now the villains could break the fourth wall?
You shrugged, deciding to wait for the scene to end. What you did not expect was for Asat to reach out and keep reaching, getting closer and closer... until his fingers poked through the screen!
You arched your eyebrows, automatically pushing yourself back in your chair, away from your PC. But his hand had already fully emerged from the screen. The next second, a purple glitch flashed across your computer monitor, and Asat materialized completely in front of you, almost like an entity.
Asat adjusted his hat and—as if he'd been living with you for years—walked across your room toward your collector's shelf.
"No merchandise of me? How disappointing. I thought you liked me more than that."
Your heart was racing. You genuinely had no idea what was happening or how this was even possible; you only knew that Asat was now in your room.
He turned in your direction, holding a small doll of the character Blade.
"The Stellaron Hunters are truly excellent at deceiving others with empty charms. Are you really a fan of them?"
Then Asat burned the little doll he was holding, brushing the ashes from his hands.
Okay, so he can burn things with his bare hands? Nice. Is it too early to run away?
"I am more interested in why you do not have anything related to me here, though."
Asat remained turned toward you, waiting for a response.
You blinked once, twice, then about fifteen more times. This didn't seem to be a dream.
What on Earth should you do?
Deciding that ignoring him was probably the worst option, you chose to respond.
"...There's no merch of you yet. And... uh... it's expensive too."
He laughed, clutching his hat for a moment.
"I see. Then I shall have to remedy that. I'm quite certain there's a plush version of my die somewhere."
And, in the next moment, he disappeared from in front of you...
...Only to return holding, indeed, a plush toy of the die he wore on his head.
"Here. Consider it a gift."
You took the gift with trembling hands, still not knowing what the hell to do or say.
I mean, a Lord Ravager had just shown up in your apartment. A game character had literally jumped out of your screen. What the heck were you supposed to do? Call the police? No, that's useless. If this really was Asat, he could destroy your planet in the blink of an eye!
"...Am I going crazy?" you murmured to yourself, but of course Asat heard it.
"No." His voice grew softer. "Quite the opposite. You're far more sane than I am."
"I grew tired of only seeing you when you decided to see me. Such a tedious arrangement, don't you think? Existing only when someone chooses to look at you... waiting patiently behind a screen." He let out a quiet chuckle. "So I simply stepped out."
Asat sat on the edge of your bed, crossing one leg over the other as though he had every right to be there.
"I must admit, however..." His 'gaze' lingered on your expression. "...your reactions to my presence have been fascinating. I'm still trying to decide whether that look in your eyes is admiration... or utter dread."
You froze for a moment, but eventually came to the conclusion that if you wanted to figure out what was happening, you needed to interact with him.
"It's admiration. I like you quite a lot." Of course you said that, because why the fuck would you make an enemy of a Lord Ravager?
Right. You can do this. Just keep talking. Be polite and subtle with your questions...
"So... what exactly do you want in my room?" you asked apprehensively.
"My dear..." He glanced around with little more than passing interest. "Your room has nothing I could possibly want."
His focus settled back on you.
You swore up and down that you were hallucinating. This could not be real.
"Ah..." A nervous chuckle escaped your lips. "Me? Like, uh... killing me or something?"
Asat laughed softly, genuinely entertained.
"If I had intended to do so, you wouldn't have lived long enough to ask."
He tilted his head. "Tell me... is death truly the most interesting possibility your mind could think of?"
Then he rose from the bed and stopped directly in front of you.
"No." His voice became quieter once more. "What I want... is simply you."
His hands rose to cradle your cheeks.
The warmth of his touch erased any lingering hope that this was a dream.
"I told you already." His thumb slowly brushed across your skin. "You're the sane one between us."
He held your gaze by keeping his die-like head fixed in your direction.
"For reasons even I find... difficult to justify, your existence has become extraordinarily captivating." A small laugh escaped him. "Among countless lights, yours insists on drawing my attention. Again... and again... and again."
Countless lights? No, seriously, what the fuck is this about? You were sweating with fear all the way down to your ass.
"Oh... really?" You forced a smile. "That's... nice."
"I can see your fear." A hint of mockery accompanied his voice. "There's no need to hide it."
His fingers lingered against your cheek for another brief moment.
"Go on. Ask what you're truly thinking. You've been trying so very hard to make sense of me."
He leaned in, a soft, amused laugh accompanying the subtle movement.
"If I intended to harm you, we wouldn't be having this conversation."
You swallowed hard, gathering the courage to voice what was really on your mind. Knowing Asat, he probably would not get annoyed. If anything, he would only find it even more amusing.
"Alright." Your voice came out firmer this time. "What is going on here? How did you get out of my computer screen? How is any of this even possible? Do you still have the powers of Destruction? Should I be worried about my whole damn planet getting wiped out?"
He let out another laugh, amused by your barrage of questions.
"Are you impatient..." He tilted his head ever so slightly. "...or simply incapable of asking one question at a time?"
You sighed through your nose.
"Fine. Tell me how this is possible first."
He released your cheek and took a step back.
"It is rather simple." His gaze drifted toward your monitor, where the paused game still glowed faintly. "You humans have never been alone in this universe."
He circled your chair at an unhurried pace before stopping behind you.
"You merely convinced yourselves that you were." His voice came from just over your shoulder. "You share existence with countless civilizations, distant galaxies... and realities beyond your comprehension."
A brief chuckle escaped him.
"As for the stories you so proudly call fiction..." He paused deliberately. "Most are nothing more than distorted reflections of worlds that already exist."
Your brow furrowed, though you did not dare turn around.
"So... the multiverse theory is real? Then how did you end up in my world—"
Before you could finish, one of Asat's hands slid over your eyes, plunging your vision into darkness.
He leaned closer, lowering his head until his voice brushed against your ear.
"Now, now..." he murmured. "Don't expect me to solve every little mystery for you. Where's the fun in that?"
His thumb traced a slow arc against your temple.
"Use that imagination of yours. I believe I've already left you a rather generous clue."
You remembered scenes from the game. Asat always seemed to enjoy testing people, leading them toward answers instead of handing them over outright. He would probably find it disappointingly dull if you failed to connect the pieces yourself.
Your fingers tightened around your phone—a device you had completely forgotten was still in your hand. God, the plush toy he just gave you was here too... but you forgot about that as well.
Think, Y/N. Think. What would the answer be?
"...Earlier..." you muttered. "You mentioned something about lights...?"
"I... guess you can perceive the presence of people outside your universe. Their... energy, maybe?" You hesitated. "And if someone catches your attention enough... you can somehow reach back."
For a brief moment, nothing happened.
Then Asat laughed—just enough for the satisfaction in his voice to become unmistakable.
His hand slid away from your eyes, trailing down your cheek before settling beneath your jaw.
The floating die above his hand slowly rotated before settling on a single face directed at you. Somehow, despite the absence of eyes, you could feel his quiet contentment.
"I wondered how long it would take you to answer. But you seem quite clever, hmm?"
His thumb lifted your chin gently.
"I chose you long before you realized I was capable of making such a choice." He absentmindedly caressed your cheek. "Reaching across realities is quite difficult. Most lights, as I call them, are little more than background noise."
"But yours..." He chuckled under his breath. "...refused to be ignored."
You stared at him, trying to process everything he had just said.
"Can observe." He interrupted you smoothly. "Very few can be observed in return."
A silence settled between the two of you.
"Hm. I was hoping you'd say fascinating."
He slowly withdrew his hand from your chin.
"I was rather surprised by the sheer number of audacious strangers peering into my world." His head tilted toward your monitor for a brief moment before turning back to you. "Thousands upon thousands of curious little spectators."
His voice softened into something almost playful.
"And yet... only one of them persuaded me to step into their reality."
You exhaled the breath you had been holding, finally becoming aware of the absurdity of your situation.
"...Are you obsessed with me, Asat?"
"That is one way of putting it."
In the next instant, he was standing directly in front of you. Damn it, you always get startled when he teleports.
"So?" He tilted his head slightly. "Anything else you'd like to ask?"
Oh, right. You still had one more question.
"...Do you have the power to destroy my planet?"
"The power?" He crossed his arms. "Certainly. The desire? No." A quiet chuckle escaped him. "Besides, interfering with the natural order of a universe that is not my own would undoubtedly carry consequences. There are laws that preserve harmony between realities, after all."
You frowned. "And you're not going to be punished just for invading my planet?"
"Invading?" He sounded almost offended by the choice of words. "I prefer to think of myself as an immigrant."
As though the thought amused him even further, another laugh followed.
"Ah... you would be surprised to learn how many extraterrestrials live among your kind while pretending to be perfectly human."
The tension in your shoulders became even more noticeable.
Without another word, Asat closed the distance between you again.
He placed one knee on your chair—between your legs—leaning down until the two of you were only inches apart. One hand slipped into your hair, gently threading through the strands.
"Tell me..." His voice softened into something almost curious. "What sort of appearance do you find most appealing?"
You blinked in confusion.
What kind of question was that?
Was he planning to disguise himself? Just like he always did in the stories?
"...Yours is fine, I guess," you murmured, not giving the question much thought.
A thoughtful hum escaped him.
"Unfortunately..." His fingers slowly combed through your hair. "...I do need a mouth if I'm going to kiss you."
Your heart stopped for a moment.
Asat chuckled at your stunned reaction. It seemed like he was being provocative on purpose... though, his words were sincere.
"But since you've already given me your answer..." His thumb brushed lightly against your temple. "...I'll simply borrow the face I wore before crossing paths with the Destruction."
His hand covered your eyes once again—total darkness.
A few seconds passed in complete silence... then his hand slowly slipped away.
The floating die and the hand that had served as his head were gone. In their place was the face of a man with pale skin, violet eyes, and blond hair.
Without wasting another moment, Asat gently cupped your face and drew you closer. His gaze lingered on yours for the briefest moment before he closed the remaining distance, pressing a soft, lingering kiss against your lips.
This had gone far beyond absurd.
You pressed your hands against his chest, trying to push him away.
Asat pulled his lips away, though there was a flicker of dissatisfaction on his face. Somehow, his human appearance was more unsettling than the floating die that had once served as his head. Perhaps because it was capable of expressing emotions so clearly.
"Hm?" he hummed. "Is something the matter, Y/N?"
"A lot. A lot is the matter!"
You leaned back in your chair, trying to create some distance. Unfortunately, with Asat still standing directly in front of you, there was no room to get up.
"Am I seriously supposed to be okay with... kissing a fictional character? Out of nowhere?" you asked, exasperated.
"First of all..." He sounded almost amused. "I am not fictional. I believe you've already gathered that much."
He straightened, meeting your gaze without the slightest hesitation.
"And besides..." His voice softened with quiet expectation. "We've known each other for quite some time, haven't we?"
A low, obsessive chuckle then escaped his lips.
"...Though I will admit, I paid considerably more attention to you than you ever paid to me."
...Did that mean he had been watching you every time you turned your computer on...?
You swallowed hard, a faint frown settling on your face.
"...What if I don't want anything romantic with you?"
Asat tilted his head, one eyebrow lifting ever so slightly before a quiet laugh escaped him.
"That is entirely your choice."
His answer came so easily that it caught you off guard.
"I've no intention of forcing your feelings."
For a brief moment, you almost felt relieved.
"But..." His voice lowered. "You won't be getting rid of me, either."
"Now that I've crossed into your world..." He gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "...I see very little reason to leave it."
Silence lingered between you.
You still couldn't understand what Asat saw in you that he considered so special... but one thing was certain: he wasn't faking it.
"Think carefully about what you stand to gain by allowing me to stay."
His hand moved to the nape of your neck, drawing you gently toward him until your forehead rested against his shoulder.
"I am stronger than anyone you have ever met... or ever will." A subtle arrogance became audible in his voice. But honestly... is he even wrong?
"There are countless things I can show you. Countless places I can take you."
"Your life would never be ordinary again."
His chin rested lightly atop your head.
You weren't entirely sure why... but you obeyed.
The next thing you felt was the cool night wind brushing against your skin.
For a split second, your mind refused to process what it was seeing.
The city stretched endlessly beneath you.
You were floating hundreds of feet above the ground, suspended in the night sky outside your apartment building.
One of Asat's arms was wrapped securely around your back, effortlessly supporting your weight.
Instinctively, your hands grabbed onto his shirt.
"Don't worry." His voice remained perfectly calm. "You won't fall."
Your grip only tightened.
"This..." He slowly looked out over the city lights. "...is merely the smallest fraction of what I'm capable of."
His attention returned to you.
"So tell me..." His voice carried the same patient curiosity as though he were presenting you with a puzzle. "Are you truly willing to walk away from a once-in-an-eternity opportunity?"
You tilted your head back to look at him.
Oddly enough, you missed the floating die.
His human face was undeniably handsome, but there had been something strangely captivating about the impossible expressionlessness of his true appearance. Maybe you're just a weirdo who likes monsters, who knows?
"...I still don't understand." You frowned. "How did you really manage to come here?"
Asat was silent for a few moments.
The word left his lips as though it were the simplest truth in existence.
"The stronger an emotion becomes, the thinner the boundaries separating realities grow." His thumb idly traced small circles against your back. "Most feelings are fleeting. Few possess enough weight to reach beyond their own universe."
His eyes remained fixed on yours.
"So yes..." he said almost matter-of-factly. "...my feelings for you were more than enough for me to be here."
You stared at him in complete disbelief.
That was completely absurd.
So Asat had reached your universe by using the game—a reflection of his own reality—as a bridge... simply because he loved you? No... because he loved you way too much?!
...Had Destruction damaged his mind far more than anyone had realized?
"I kind of miss your die head."
He seemed genuinely taken aback—which was unusual for someone like him.
"Out of everything you could have said... you chose to tell me you prefer my original appearance?"
You smiled for the first time that night, finally beginning to adjust to the sheer absurdity of the situation. I mean... if he was so determined to stay by your side, why keep pushing him away?
He scoffed, shaking his head.
"I was under the impression you'd find a human face more pleasing to look at. Perhaps you're not quite as sane as I gave you credit for."
"Use this disguise when we're in public." You smiled a little wider. "When it's just the two of us... be yourself."
For a brief moment, Asat said nothing.
Then, almost imperceptibly, he chuckled.
His thumb stroked your cheek with surprising tenderness.
A comfortable silence settled between you.
The city lights stretched endlessly beneath your feet as a cool night breeze drifted past.
Then, for the first time since he'd crossed into your world, a hint of uncertainty slipped into his voice.
After everything he'd done—stepping out of your computer, carrying you into the night sky, confessing feelings powerful enough to break the boundaries between realities... he was timidly asking for a kiss.
Instead of answering, you reached up, gently cupped his face, and closed the remaining distance yourself.
For a brief moment, the universe seemed impossibly quiet.
Everything about this was unbelievable.
A Lord Ravager had crossed realities simply because he loved you. The multiverse was real. Your ordinary life had ended the moment he stepped out of your monitor.
And somehow... you didn't mind.
Whatever awaited you beyond this world could wait. For now, beneath a sky neither of you truly belonged to...
You simply wanted to savor the moment.
