Imagine after giving birth to your son, being separated towards a war that does not involve you. Unable to escape you were forced to set sail away from your beloved home, and after years of being apart you are finally able to return home.
Cause I'd rather lie
Than allow them to think they've won
Though I never thought that I'd resort to this
Just know I'll be here
Yandere HSR men x Odysseus!reader
DAN HENG – PENELOPE
King of Ithaca who's currently waiting for his beloved retreat, never losing hope despite the many suitors that have come to him requesting his hand in marriage. The cousin of Dan Feng, who is the catalyst towards the trojan war.
Dan heng was against your departure and tried many ways to hide you but it's not any used, he was forced to see his beloved being sailed away towards a war that doesn't involve their quiet life–the night before, Dan heng spent all night embracing your body afraid that you might slip away from his hands. He traces every part of your body fearing he might forget the details of your body as you are sent towards the war.
He would often view phainon with suspension, he can tell the god that personally mentors you have some sort of affection towards you. Dan heng knows better than to offend the divine so he bites his tongue seeing you laughing with the god.
When the suitors get too much to handle or dare to ever tarnish your name as well as a place beside him he would personally have them dealt with. He doesn't care if anyone calls him mad or a grieving spouse, he promised to be yours for all eternity and not even the gods will tarnish that.
PHAINON – ATHENA/CALYPSO
The sun God and the beloved son of the nanook, from the past have been observing you. Known for his disobedience against his father's reign, and was soon imprisoned in the human realm where he met you. Currently he is fighting all the odds to make sure you return towards his arms safely.
Phainon met you during his banishment in the earth for disobeying an order from his father and become a human as punishment, he was found by you for sitting near the magnificent palace and you bring him in because he looks cold. He Is confused why would a human give shelter towards a beggar like him on the streets, he hardly doubts that you know his true identity so it's confusing.
He was welcomed with open arms by your servants learning that you were a princess, by then he is allowed to stay in the palace attending towards you. The god used to have many lovers in the form of the most beautiful nymphs and goddesses but you were the one that caught his attention, after his banishment was lifted hes planning on bringing you to the heavens and make you immortal to be with him–but that all changes when you and Dan heng are married.
After years of returning to his divine status, hes still protecting you. He views Dan heng with contempt despite his offer you still choose to remain with the prince who's now currently your husband, phainon currently is going all odds to set you free even if he has to kill a fellow deity or keep you trapped.
NANOOK – ZEUS
The high esteem king of the Gods and Heavens, Known for their strength as well as indifferent ways. But save to assured, his concerns for you remain unchanging. Like his son hes been observing you, he is there to make sure you choose him in the end.
They are known all across the cosmos, a being of destructive power with only the sole purpose of death as well as life. During your time when phainon wasn't present for a long time was probably them, keeping phainon away from you so that they can have you all to themselves.
The god would often keep distance, planning their siege as well as ways to spread their destruction ideals with their children. They been more attentive or active on earth now, because any civilization or kingdoms wish to have you as their bride–the next day an entire civilization is burnt down.
Across your journey, a falcon would often fly nearby. Making sure you have everything needed. Like their son, nanook would make sure you stay aligned. Probably one of the reasons why, is to keep you away for so long, so that you will never reunite with your beloved
( YOUR NAME ) – ODYSSEUS
The main ruler of Ithaca who was sent away to fight on the trojan war, being forced to be away from your beloved and family with a hope and determination to return home safely to reunite with them. But it's much more complicated due to the obstacles you and your man have to face in your own face of admirers.
>> hello sorry if I get anything wrong, this series would be a spin of epic. It might not be accurate towards the origin the same goes for the story of Odysseus and mythology but this is just a spin. More upcoming love interest came out when we reach another saga.
Imagine phainon/khaslana goes up to nanook's darling thinking of killing her to get somewhat of a revenge for all the pain the destruction has caused him only for nanooks darling to be like; thank God! He's crazy ill accept any method to get away from that bastard ,even death.
That makes phainon/khaslana realize that your a victim of Nanook just like he is, so he helps you escape the two of you fall in love and many years later nanook finds you two(mythus and aha had sealed your presence because they thought it'd be funny so it took some time to find you) nanook demands you back and phainon/khaslana goes: no, we're in love now.
Que mass murder.
(When the son you were trying to adopt turns against you and then fucks your wife who you totally didn't force to marry you. Every day problems)
Pairings: Various HSR Men x isekai'd!Reader, Sunday x isekai'd!Reader
Summary: After the Penacony fiasco, Sunday is welcomed onto the Astral Express as a new addition to the crew! During the first few days of his stay on the Astral Express, Sunday is forced to witness many men grovel for you. What's so special about you for this many men to worship the ground you walk on? Despite feeling disgusted by the sight, Sunday can't help but want you all for himself.
Note: I was supposed to post this on Wednesday or Thursday, but because of what is happening with AO3 right now, I am posting this ahead of time before the site goes down again for who knows how long. I threw in smut because, well, why not? And I haven't written smut for HSR since Nanook, and I felt bad. Why not throw in some smut for Sunday? However, for those who do not want to read smut, I will have the smut in bold and colorful font for you to avoid the smut portion towards the end. Anyway! I don't post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo).
Warnings: Sunday is a hater but is actually in denial of his feelings, 490 words of (horribly written) smut close to the end of the fic, slight (?) religious theme
Word Count: 4.5k
The day Welt announced to the entire Astral Express Crew that Sunday was going to be a new member, you were baffled. It’s not like you’re against having new members aboard, but it’s mainly because, well, Sunday scares you. Sunday was part of the Oak Family—he had so much power and influence over what happens in Penacony that you can’t help but feel like a frightened kitten whenever he’s in the same vicinity as you. Not only that, but you and Sunday didn’t have a good first impression of each other, but that was so long ago, so maybe he has changed! Right?
“So, we have a new member in the Astral Express Crew! Remember when [Y/N] was first welcomed to the crew?” Caelus asks, throwing an arm around your shoulders.
You rub the back of your neck awkwardly. “To be honest, I don’t remember that day. My memory’s fuzzy. Do you want to refresh my memory?” You poke Caelus’s ribs, causing him to jolt.
Dan Heng sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. The day you arrived at the Astral Express was definitely an event. You woke up on the Xianzhou Luofu, clueless about what happened and how you ended up in this universe. You slept a lot, which isn’t abnormal for you, but that day specifically, it was very weird. You were not “asleep,” your consciousness was stripped from you just so the Aeon of Destruction could communicate with you.
You nudge Dan Heng and Caelus. “Psst! Why’s Sunday looking at us like that?” You whisper, glancing at the Halovian from the corner of your eye, trying not to make it obvious.
“Maybe he’s curious and wants to befriend us all. After all, he’ll be with us everywhere we go from now on.” Dan Heng murmurs, stroking his chin.
Welt and Sunday converse for a bit before walking over to where you, March 7th, Dan Heng, and Caelus are standing. You try your best to act normal. Whatever happened back in Penacony was so long ago, and Sunday is a changed man! Welt stops in front of your small group with Sunday beside him.
Welt clears his throat. “March, Dan Heng, Caleus, [Y/N]. Please give a warm welcome to Sunday.” A small smile appears on Welt’s face.
“I am happy to be here with you all. I look forward to exploring many planets with you all and creating new memories,” Sunday says, smiling at everyone.
“Why is he so formal?” March 7th mutters, earning a nudge from Dan Heng.
You and Sunday lock eyes, and for a moment, you see something flash in his eyes. His expression is unreadable, but he continues to smile at you and tilts his head forward as if he’s showing some kind of acknowledgement.
You clear your throat, smiling at the Halovian. “Welcome to the Astral Express, Sunday! I hope you enjoy your stay here. I would show you around, but I have things to do.”
As if on cue, Sampo and Gepard enter the Astral Express. Sampo has his eyes locked on you the minute the doors open. Sampo charges at you, tackles you in a hug, and spins you around. You wrap your arms around Sampo’s neck, yelping about how Sampo needs to stop doing that to you or else you two will end up on the ground one day.
Sampo lets out a loud laugh. “Oh, Gumdrop. You’re so cute for assuming I would let that happen! Can you blame a man for being happy to see someone as cute as you?” Sampo coos, caressing your face in his hands before peppering your face with kisses.
Gepard shakes his head with disapproval. “Sampo, for once, can you please behave?” Gepard mutters before shooting an apologetic smile in your direction.
Sampo makes a face at Gepard before reluctantly putting you back on the ground. You pat Sampo’s head before walking over to where Gepard stands, allowing the Captain of the Silvermane Guard pull you into his arms. Sunday raises an eyebrow at your interaction with the many men around you, finding it interesting and, dare he say, scandalous.
“It’s nice to see you again after so long, Geppie,” you coo, reaching up to pinch his cheeks.
Gepard chuckles, resting his cheek on your head. “It truly has been. I’ve been so occupied that I didn’t have the chance to stop by to visit you.” Gepard leans down, muttering, “Every day, I miss seeing you and hearing your voice.”
You run your fingers through his soft blond hair. Someone clears their throat, grabbing your and Gepard’s attention. Sunday crosses his arms over his chest, his eyebrows raised as he watches you not only show affection for Sampo, but to Gepard as well. How could anyone be okay with this? Sharing one person with who knows how many other people? Himself included. Well, not yet anyway.
You and Gepard slowly separate from each other. Man, it feels like Sunday is your dad, scolding you for showing affection to the men you care about. Okay, maybe not a dad, but someone who does not like seeing affection. A nun at a Catholic school, or an overly religious person who looks down upon PDA, because any form of affection outside of marriage is considered premarital sex. Yes, seems pretty fitting for someone like Sunday.
Sunday points an accusing finger at you, Sampo, and Gepard. “Is this what you meant when you said that you can’t show me around the Astral Express because you have things to do?” Sunday asks, raising an eyebrow at you.
Caelus snickers. “When you put it that way, it sounds very… uh, not appropriate.” Caelus comments.
“Caelus!” March 7th hisses.
Your face feels incredibly warm. Dear Aeons, you cannot handle this right now. There’s no way you’re being scolded for showing affection towards the men you’re in a relationship with. Before you can open your mouth to retort, the doors to the Astral Express open, and more people—ahem, men walk through the entrance. Much to Sunday’s displeasure.
“Wow! More guests! [Y/N], did you happen to send out invites to everyone?” March 7th teases, turning to you with a cheeky grin.
You look at March 7th with your mouth agape, unsure of how to respond. You certainly didn’t send out any invitations! If you did, you would’ve remembered. As you scan the crowd of men, you notice one person in particular is missing. A certain Aeon, who is responsible for your presence in this universe, is nowhere in sight. Nanook.
“Is there something on your mind, [Y/N]?” Jing Yuan asks, approaching you.
You blink and slowly shake your head. “My head is empty, actually.” You reply, earning a laugh from March 7th and a concerned look from the others. “I think I need a nap.”
Just as you’re about to walk away, Luocha gently grabs you by your wrist, shaking his head. “I know you’re joking, but I can’t help but be worried about you,” Luocha says, pulling you to the side.
You pat Luocha’s head. “I’m fine, really. A lot of things have been happening that it’s hard for me to keep up. Now that things are kind of settling down, everything that’s been occupying my head is gone.” You shrug your shoulders and plop onto the nearest chair.
Despite your reassurance, Luocha continues to give you a brief checkup to make sure you’re okay and nothing is affecting your health. Thankfully, it was nothing, and the others were just worrywarts. Off to the side, Sunday watches how the others treat you. They treat you as if you’re the most precious thing to have graced the universe. It’s almost like they baby you, in a way. While it’s amusing, Sunday can’t help but feel this strange sensation building up in his chest. It’s hot, it’s uncomfortable, and it’s almost suffocating.
Jiaoqiu kneels before you, grabbing your hand. “If you’d like, I can make you something to eat.”
You tilt your head to the side, looking at him, confused. “Your food is meant to heal, no? To treat the sick, I mean. Unless I’m mistaken.”
Jiaoqiu smiles. “Indeed, they are. However, I’m making sure you’re eating a meal and not relying on snacks to keep your tummy full,” Jiaoqiu replies, lightly poking your stomach.
Now standing beside Jiaoqiu, Moze sighs and crosses his arms over his chest. “Just accept his offer, [Y/N]. Jiaoqiu has been going on and on about making your favorite dishes while we were on our way to the Astral Express,” Moze mutters.
Jiaoqiu continues to smile at you as he ignores what Moze just said. However, if you look closely, you can see a faint blush on the apples of his cheeks that slowly creeps its way to the tips of his ears.
You laugh. “Alright, I can’t deny a generous offer like yours, Jiaoqiu.” You’re tempted to reach out and pet his ears, but you refrain from doing so.
Jiaoqiu perks up at your response and bows before walking away, his tail wagging with happiness. The more Sunday watches you interact with these men, the more Sunday realizes that not only do these men treat you like you’re a rare gem, but it’s also almost like they… worship you, and it makes Sunday nauseous. Are you, perhaps, a divine being that Sunday is unaware of?
Argenti rolls up to you, a stage light shines upon the Knight of Beauty with rose petals scattering around him. Sunday blinks, confused about where these things are coming from. He looks around, trying to see if he was on some theatrical stage at the moment. Argenti kneels before you, grabs your hand, and kisses your knuckle.
“My dearest muse, your beauty continues to shine as the day goes by. Every time I see you, I am in awe of your beauty and grace. I have a gift for you,” Argenti announces, never releasing your hand from his grip.
Luka and Boothill approach you and Argenti while holding a large object hidden beneath a blanket. Argenti stands up, briefly releasing your hand before approaching Luka and Boothill, thanking them. He grabs the blanket and yanks it off, revealing a magnificent painting of you. Naked. Surrounded by red roses and beautiful scenery, it reminds you of a Renaissance painting.
Your eyes widen, face feeling warm. “Oh, wow! This is beautiful!” You exclaim, approaching the painting. Your gaze falls upon one thing, causing your face to turn even warmer. “Wow, you really made it bigger than it really is.”
Argenti shoots you a cheeky yet charming grin. “Oh, really? Perhaps you should let me see the real thing, and I can correct it if you’d like?” He wiggles his eyebrows at you.
“Yer quite the pervert, aren’t cha?” Boothill asks, smirking at Argenti. “But now that you mentioned it… I am curious to see if the painting is spot on or a little different from the real thing.” Boothill strokes his chin, glancing at you, then at the painting.
Luka clears his throat, looking at the painting from the corner of his eye, then at you. However, he doesn’t say a thing. But instead, he scratches his cheek with his index finger, trying to act like he’s also as curious as Boothill.
“The painting is beautiful. But I wonder where it’ll be hung up since it’s such a huge painting and it’s also heavy,” Luka mutters.
You shrug. It’s not like you’re going to be hanging it in your room. You have a lot of pictures on your wall, and the pictures are mostly of you and the Astral Express Crew on adventures. You have many more pictures you want to hang up, but haven’t had the time to put them together. Maybe this is the perfect opportunity to rearrange your bedroom!
Gallagher approaches the painting, arms over his chest. “Impressive. How much did it cost you?” Gallagher looks at Argenti.
Argenti shakes his head. “A work of art is priceless, especially when the art subject is the beauty before us,” Argenti gestures to you with a wink.
Gallagher nods in approval while Aventurine inspects every part of the painting with scrutiny. “Interesting choice of color,” Aventurine murmurs. He gently touches the frame, nodding with approval. “Very high quality for a high-quality person,” Aventurine looks in your direction.
While almost everyone is gathering around to admire the painting, you stand to the side and quietly talk to March 7th. Sunday can make out the words “beautiful,” “redecoration,” and “it doesn’t make me look like a narcissist if I have this hung up in my room, does it?”
The painting is beautiful, but Sunday can’t help but feel scandalized when it comes to the painting. Again, why are these men depicting you as a divine being when you’re merely human? As one of Robin’s haters once said, “I don’t get the hype.” After seeing that comment about his sister, Sunday created an anonymous account online to send hate to that person. What? Sunday is simply being a supportive brother! How dare that anonymous hater have a negative perception of his dear sister, Robin?
But when it comes to you? Surely, Sunday can’t be the only Halovian who doesn’t harbor such strong feelings towards you, right? Sunday is actually in denial about these emotions bubbling up within him every time he sees another man swoon over you.
You’re minding your business, chatting with March 7th, and here comes a man tall enough to touch the ceiling of the Astral Express. The same man who will grovel towards you, kiss and worship the ground you walk on. Looking pathetic in the eyes of Sunday.
Blade clears his throat. “If [Y/N] doesn’t want the painting, then I will gladly take it off their hands.”
Dr. Ratio laughs, shaking his head. “I believe the painting will look magnificent in my office. A scholar like myself should have a tasteful painting in their office.” Dr. Ratio says, propping his hands on his hips.
You rub the back of your neck, looking at March 7th, who shrugs in response. You don’t mind if other people (that you know) see the painting. However, you do not want random people of high status to see you in your naked glory. At least not when you’re still alive and roaming the universe.
“A painting is impressive, but not as impressive as a marble statue.” Mydei comments.
You slowly turn to see Mydei standing at the entrance with Anaxa and Phainon at his sides. It’s almost like they’re striking a pose. You bite the inside of your cheek, hoping what Mydei said isn’t actually true and just meaningless words. But alas, the universe loves to prove you wrong once again. Phainon clears his throat and gestures for someone to wheel in a large statue of your likeness into the Astral Express.
“You guys are going to make me look like a narcissist!” You exclaim, clutching your head in shock. “Gentlemen, it warms my heart to see that you all love me to the point of having to create an art piece and marble statue in my likeness. However, I don’t think I can accept these offerings.” You say, approaching the tall marble statue of yourself.
Phainon pouts, approaching you. “But it took months to create this marble statue! You wouldn’t let it go to waste, now, would you?” Phainon asks, giving you the puppy dog eyes.
Sunday stares at the statue with astonishment and almost horror. The lengths people would go through to show their love and dedication to someone like you is quite impressive, but also horrific. Is this what Robin had to go through as a renowned singer in the cosmos?
Robin having such admirers makes sense because of her level of fame, but you? No offense to you, but you’re part of the Astral Express Crew who go on adventures and get into sticky situations! You’re not famous of any sort, but you are quite famous when it comes to these men who lay their eyes upon you. Perhaps you’re a witch who can bewitch many men just by existing.
Yes, maybe that is the most logical reasoning why do many men are in love with you. Men who are in high power and status, groveling to you, kissing the ground you walk on. It’s pathetic. But seeing these men give you heart eyes makes Sunday feel uneasy. If he’s on the Astral Express for the time being, then that means he will be witnessing it for as long as he’s alive and with the Astral Express Crew.
“Sculpting a marble statue of someone from head to toe takes up to three months to two years. It would be a waste if you didn’t accept the gift that we made for you.” Anaxa comments, crossing his arms over his chest.
You shrug. “I will accept it, but where will I put it? I can’t put a giant statue of myself in my room. It will look like I have a shrine of myself. Would it not be narcissistic of me to do so?”
Sunday nearly cracks a smile at your comment, but refuses to show an ounce of reaction. You not liking the idea of having a statue and painting of yourself in your bedroom is the bare minimum. No. He mustn’t fall for your character and be a part of this scandalous harem of yours!
A few days go by, and Sunday finds himself actively seeking you out whenever he enters a new room. He subconsciously looks around the room, searching for the familiar head of hair of yours, or listens closely to hear your voice before entering a room. Compared to the past few days, today feels off, and Sunday does not like the shift in the air.
Sunday walks into the Parlor Car, and he freezes in his spot when he sees you with a new person. Someone he has yet to meet out of the twenty people who practically worship you. This person (?) is taller than any of the men Sunday despises, perhaps as tall as General Jing Yuan of the Xianzhou Luofu. White hair, tan skin, very muscular, sitting on the nearest couch with you snuggling up to his side. Is this the infamous person—Aeon—who somehow managed to yank you into this universe?
“Nanook, Aeon of Destruction,” Sunday finds himself blurting out loud before processing it.
You and Nanook look up to see Sunday standing at the entrance, looking stiff and almost like he’s close to meeting his creator. You and Nanook stand up. Nanook nods at Sunday, approaching the Halovian with you by his side. Sunday’s gaze falls upon you, that unfamiliar feeling forming in his chest. Seeing you walk so close to Nanook, by his side, makes Sunday feel sick. It doesn’t matter if you have these men wrapped around your fingers, seeing someone achieve something Sunday wanted makes him feel nauseous.
Sunday gives Nanook a thin smile. “It’s nice to finally meet the Aeon of Destruction. I’ve been hearing many interesting things about you through the grapevine.”
Nanook raises his eyebrows at Sunday. “Is that so? Interesting things, but still good, I hope?” The corner of Nanook’s lips curves up into a smirk.
Sunday presses his lips into a thin line. Good things? About the Aeon of Destruction? That’s debatable. That’s something Sunday wants to say to Nanook, but since you’re in the same room as both him and Nanook, Sunday will refrain from doing so. No one has anything good to say about the Aeon of Destruction. It’s in his name. Destruction. Nanook brings nothing but harm and danger to every living thing in this universe, but now Nanook hopes that he has a pristine reputation?
You wave your hand in front of Sunday’s face. “Sunday, you’re staring,” You comment, snapping the Halovian out of his thoughts. “Are you okay? You’ve been acting strange since you first arrived on the Astral Express.”
Sunday chuckles, crossing his arms over his chest. “Oh, [Y/N], ever the caring person. I am alright. I am doing my best to adjust to being on the Astral Express. It is my first time being so far away from Penacony.”
“Well, it’s nice to finally meet you. Perhaps you’ll join like the rest of us. Just letting you know that I was here first before anyone else joined,” Nanook jokes, earning a nudge from a very flustered you.
Sunday’s eyebrows furrow with confusion at Nanook’s comment. What does he mean by that exactly? “I’m afraid I don’t follow. Care to elaborate on what you mean? Have I not already joined the Astral Express?” Sunday asks.
Nanook chuckles, shaking his head. Before he can say anything to Sunday, you quickly cover Nanook’s mouth, glaring at the Aeon of Destruction. You can’t help but feel conflicted over the interaction between Nanook and Sunday. Nanook is very possessive, but is also very welcoming when it comes to Sunday? Strange. Does Nanook know something that you’re not aware of?
“You will find out eventually,” Nanook states.
Sunday watches Nanook wrap his arm around your waist and pull you back towards the couch, pulling you down with him. Instead of you sitting beside him, Nanook pulls you onto his lap and kisses the side of your head without breaking eye contact with Sunday.
“I doubt I’ll ‘join’ whatever it is Nanook was implying,” Sunday thinks sarcastically.
There’s no way in hell Sunday is going to prove Nanook right. What kind of sick joke was that? Despite the stubbornness that is Sunday, he finds himself in your bedroom on the Astral Express in the middle of the night while everyone else is sleeping. Sunday’s relieved to find out that no one in your harem of sins lives on the train or sleeps in your bedroom. At least, that’s what he’s assuming.
Sunday’s lips trail down your neck, kissing, nibbling, biting your neck. You whimper, tightening your arms around his torso when Sunday adjusts your legs around his waist, sinking further into your warm heat.
You bury your face into the crook of his neck. “I thought you didn’t like me,” You panted. “Yet here you are, in my bedroom in the middle of the night, balls deep inside me.”
Your vulgar comment causes Sunday to become flustered, making him buck his hips against yours harder than he intends to. You clench your jaw, digging your nails into his back, and squeeze your eyes shut.
“You lack filter—just spewing the raunchiest thing you can think of,” Sunday mutters.
Sunday caresses the back of your head before pressing his lips against yours, swallowing your moans and whimpers. Sunday proceeds to increase his speed, drilling into your heat. The sound of squelching fills your once-silent bedroom.
You break the kiss, cupping his face in your hands and lightly pinching his cheek. “But you still didn’t deny it—ah!” You yelp when the tip of his cock hits your cervix.
“I do not hate or dislike you. I hate the idea of other men liking and claiming you,” Sunday mutters, thrusting with every word that comes from his mouth. “I do not want to share you. I want you for myself. Is it a sin to want you for myself?”
Your head lolls back, almost going limp beneath him. Sunday grabs your hand and laces his fingers with yours, gently squeezing your hand—a big difference compared to how he’s pistoning his cock in and out of your squelching gummy walls.
Sunday suddenly stops thrusting into you, and he leans down close to your ears. “Do you know what is also a sin?”
You look at Sunday, eyes bleary with lust and confusion. “What?” You reluctantly whisper.
“Greed and lust. You lust for the many men you encounter, the same ones that is part of your lustful harem. A harem is a sin because you are greedy for more than one man,” Sunday murmurs.
You and Sunday stare at each other in the dark; the small night light in the corner of your room barely illuminates both your faces. “If that’s what you think of me, then why do you want to be with a sinner like me? It’s almost like you love the idea of being with someone with me because you can, I don’t know, try to change me.” You whisper.
Sunday chuckles, leans down, and kisses your temple. “How can I not love a sinner like you? I am not perfect myself. Once I get a taste of you, I want more of it, and I do not want to share you with anyone else.”
Sunday tilts your head up before smashing his lips against yours, proceeding where he left off. The night gradually blurs into tangled limbs, bodily fluids, breathless moans, and whimpers.
After what feels like an eternity—Aeons, Sunday would love it if it lasted an eternity—you and Sunday collapse in each other's arms. You’re snuggling up against Sunday, arms wrapping around his waist and head resting on his left bicep. You’re out like the light, snoring away. Then there’s Sunday, staring at you as you sleep. Sunday brushes a strand of hair away from your face, a small smile gracing his face when you snuggle closer to him in response.
Sunday leans over and kisses your forehead before staring up at the ceiling as the clock on your desk ticks away. Sunday was supposed to show up at your room to talk to you about what happened the past few days since his arrival at the Astral Express and becoming part of the Astral Express Crew. Before he knows it, one thing leads to another, and he finds himself on your bed with you caged by his arms, making out with you like a starving man, while clothes fly off your bodies and to the ground.
For a moment, he’s able to extinguish the burning need for you. Being able to kiss you, touch you, and be inside of you felt intoxicating, and he can’t get enough of you. Sunday subconsciously leans in and presses his nose on top of your head, inhaling the scent that is you. Your hair smells like honey. He slowly trails down, breathing in your lotion mixed with the smell of your sweat from your and his activity from moments ago. How can someone have this much power over him? Just being around you, with you, inside of you, isn’t enough for Sunday. He wants more of you, all of you, for himself.
Sunday wants to hear your cries, whines, breathless gasps, whimpers, and laughter. He wants to be the only reason why you’re making these noises; he wants to be the only one to hear them all. In a perfect world, it’s just you and Sunday with no one else to interfere. No one. Just you and Sunday. Perhaps there is a distant planet in the universe where he can take you to, just you and him, no one else to get in the way.
Aeons, what have you done to him? This unholy thought, unholy actions, unholy words… It’s too late for him to repent. Too late for Sunday to ask for forgiveness when he doesn’t want to be forgiven for loving and craving you.
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Warnings: Reader aren't treated according to their age, I guess?
A/N - Day three of this challenge.
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You woke up, and you are alone in your house.
You made breakfast (the food supplies were supposed to run dry months ago, but THEY continue to restock your fridge), and you have no one to share it with.
You get ready for work (you stuck with the useless routine to keep your mind off the Stellaron Disaster), and you didn't close the front door. No one is here to close it, and you're the only one who can enter.
Streets are empty. Only the wind and your steps are making the place not completely silent.
The golden light shines from above, and you look at the ground or before you.
On your way, you visit the kindergarten. Colorful characters look at you with their painted eyes and frozen smiles. Toys that weren't used for months, still in their places, on their final resting place.
You return to the street. The golden light is still here, and the streets are getting yellowish.
Then you walked through the yellow market. Empty stalls, scattered shopping bags and food. There was emptiness, but no rot.
You walked and walked, and golden light is getting closer.
You walked through the park. The carousels are frozen, and rust will soon take over them. The art objects, plastic figurines of animals and flowers, are scattered around in the empty places.
You are finally at work. No one is waiting for you. You mindlessly press the keyboard buttons just to get noise.
The golden light is shining through the window.
THEIR fingers tapped on the window.
You can't run from THEM. THEY are the only one here. And THEY wanted to have THEIR favorite human for today.
You get on the roof.
The golden light got closer. THEY grab you by the collar of your shirt, holding it between two of THEIR fingers.
You blink.
When you open your eyes, you look at Nanook.
Destruction put you on THEIR palm. The palm is so giant, you could build a whole stadium on it. Instead there is only you, a pile of books, food and tabletop games.
One of THEIR fingers, which they used to pick you up, is now pressed against the top of your head.
Destruction can squeeze you like a bug. Instead, THEY spent time petting you.
You let Nanook pet you, and you grabbed one of the books. This one came from the planet your planet had no relationship with. Nanook's legion stole it so THEY can give it to you. You start reading. THEIR pets continued.
After some time, petting stopped. THEY nudge your cheek with one of the snacks. Another thing THEIR legion stole for you. You ate the food THEY offered.
THEY never speak. Nanook only look and pet you. THEY are mesmerized with you. THEY want you to have a good, healthy life.
People could be rude to you. So Nanook's Stellaron wiped out everyone except you.
You might skip lunches, so Nanook feed you.
You had no time to rest, so Nanook will make you rest.
THEY never asked for anything in return. THEY never tried to do anything with you.
But you are still THEIR favorite human.
Aeon of Destruction are scary. It's terrible to be hated by THEM. But it's hellish to be THEIR most favorite human.
You know it for sure.
And you won't say anything. You will let THEM take care of you.
THEY are the only one you have. On this empty planet, only THEY will wait for you.
❀ ˎˊ- prompt: what it means to be "loved" by an aeon.
❀ ˎˊ- characters: nanook, yaoshi, xipe, aha
❀ ˎˊ- warnings: slightly ooc aeons, toxic relationships, abstract concepts/language because these guys are WEIRD. is it love or do they want to eat you. who knows
❀ ˎˊ- a/n: of course it takes two seconds of nanook tits for me to write again. im jumping. anyways hey aeon fucker nation did yall miss me. if yall disagree thats my bad this is just how i interpret the aeons they're very conceptual imo and that's beautiful. i love the different aspects in their respective paths that they represent
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To be loved by Nanook is to be understood. THEY do not love you as much as THEY resonate with you, you, who has seen the suffering that comes with living. You, who knows that death itself is a mercy, you, who knows that to die is to rest.
THEY will not kill you - not yet. Not until all the suns burst, not until THEIR only wish is fulfilled, and the universe itself is reset to nothing. You will aid THEM in this conquest. You will bring the gift of eternal slumber to galaxies alongside your fellow believers, your back forever scorched by the flame of THEIR gaze. To those who cling so desperately to life, let you offer them salvation in the fire.
The galaxies will hate you. The virtuous will curse your name, and families will pray that you never step foot into their star systems. They don't understand - they can't. They are only mortal, and so they fiercely guard their painful lives. Nanook cares not for their understanding - only of their eventual, inevitable acceptance. And as THEIR believer, you too, do not listen to the shouts of the misguided.
Nanook's blood itself is an embrace. When the molten gold hits your skin, it burns - as all fire does. It's your instinct to pull away, but fire was not always a weapon. It was originally meant as a gift, and so when you push away what is natural, you find that Ruin's blood is more than just fire.
You've never heard Nanook speak. THEY'VE seldom needed words, especially when it comes to those who serve THEM. The Lord Ravagers understand THEIR will, having welded it into their own the second they dipped their hands into the gashing wound splitting THEIR chest.
The blood speaks - not in any language that could be understood by man, and trying to formulate it into something legible will only drive you mad. No, to understand Nanook, you must let go of all logic and law that you knew, and simply feel. Let THEIR essence consume you.
For Nanook is war itself; THEY are both compassion and ruthlessness mixed into one singular duty. THEIR anger is like that of a slum rat, trampled again and again and again until they cannot feel anything but hate. THEIR love is like that of a parent, who will do anything to make their child happy, even if it means destroying them and anyone else along the way. THEY are merciful in how a bullet is merciful. Fire hurts only for a second, Nanook's for even less, and freedom lasts forever.
THEY know that life itself is cruel, and THEIR skin is marred with scars created by the neverending wars of mortals. But the gods THEY had have done nothing to end this suffering, and THEY have grown impatient. Nihility is slow, agonizingly so, and Finality is light years away - Nanook refuses to wait any longer.
THEY will give you rest. THEY will grant you salvation. THEY will love you, in the only way they know how - by freeing you, regardless of whether you wish for it or not.
Remnants of THEM will cover your skin, undeniable to any who may come across you. THEY claim you without truly meaning to, for THEY is still fire, at the end of the day, and every touch will leave a scar. But you relish in the darkened, blistered skin, for it is evidence that you are THEIRS.
THEY'VE held you, once or twice. In the palms of their hands, THEIR warm blood soaking into your skin like the purest of baptisms. When you looked into THEIR eyes, and THEIR long-steeled expression, yet ultimately human despite it all, you see resentment, you see bitterness, you see anger, but behind it all, there is understanding.
For Nanook, too, had once been mortal. THEY too, had once been a child. And perhaps, in another timeline, the world wouldn't have failed THEM and forced THEM to become a god.
But make no mistake, THEY are no saint, no matter how noble THEY may believe THEIR mission is. War is still war, and there are no winners - not even you, not even Nanook.
At the end of everything, even THEY must fall, and it is your hand that THEY have granted the honor. And that is why they adore you so - because it will be you who grants them salvation in death.
To be loved by Yaoshi is to be alone. There is a reason why most of Yaoshi’s favored despise THEM, and those who revere THEM never see THEIR gaze. As for those who are given Yaoshi's affection and return it fully, well, they can no longer be considered sane.
Yaoshi's love is the most similar to that of mortals, however, as is the nature of an Aeon, it's worse and better in every imaginable way. THEY are more physically intimate than the others, for your body itself is THEIR temple - a sacred relic that THEY must preserve by all means possible.
But that's where THEIR love ends. Yaoshi is still bound by THEIR path, and THEIR abundance is restricted to the physical. THEY will stop at nothing to keep you alive, to keep your heart pumping and your lungs breathing, even if THEY must fill your veins with THEIR venom to do so. Even if you are more of a tree than you are a human at the end of it, all that matters is that you are alive, you are here, you are not dead - and so, you aren't suffering.
That time hasn't come yet - mara has not come for you yet. But immortality is still a curse, even if it isn't visible. You can feel it, in your chest, THEIR gift, waiting to take root in your flesh and bloom its ugly flowers.
The universe will know you both as a plague and as a savior, with every gaze upon you destined to be filled either with hatred or reverence. They will chase you for your blood, for your gift, so that they too can become eternal. No friend you make will be wholeheartedly genuine, for at the end of the day, you both know that you will outlive them. Thus, connection itself becomes meaningless, and you no longer bother.
You don't remember your original planet, if you had one at all. Any friends or family, gone, as if stolen from your memories by the Cremators themselves. Your feet would be covered by scabs by how long you've wandered alone, but of course, Yaoshi heals all wounds, so even that you are not allowed.
Yaoshi visits, sometimes - in the few hours THEY have before Lan comes rampaging once more, THEIR arrow piercing the night like a shooting star. In these moments, Yaoshi doesn't do much. THEY may shrink THEMSELVES down to your size in an attempt to accomodate you, but as the years go by, THEY give up on even that. THEIR numerous eyes will pick apart your body, ensuring that THEIR venom has yet to fail you, assuring THEM that you will not decay in THEIR absence.
THEY will kiss you, at times. THEY have long forgotten what it means to be mortal, but THEY still remember what it is like to love - love is what fuels THEIR being, after all. Love for the universe, love for life, love for existence, THEIR heart bleeds for all, and it bleeds even more for you. THEY despise suffering in all forms, and so for you, THEIR beloved believer, THEY will try and alleviate anything that dares to poison you.
But even still, THEIR affection is merely imitation - it is watered down, diluted into something that you would understand. Can you understand THEM, if THEY kiss you? Can you even begin to fathom how much THEY care for you and everything, through THEIR gifts and THEIR venom?
To the sane world, THEIR love is cruel and grotesque. You were a short-lived species, you were not meant to live this long. Sooner or later, you will be driven insane, if not by the isolation, then by Yaoshi THEMSELF. No mortal can stand being under an Aeon's gaze for so long and for so much.
But then again, Yaoshi has never cared for the mental state of THEIR children. As long as you are alive, even if you are no longer yourself, THEY will cradle you in THEIR thousands of arms, telling THEMSELF that THEY have saved you.
To be loved by Xipe is to be consumed. To THEM, the greatest honor of all is to be part of the one, to join the choir and spread THEIR songs to the farthest corners of the universe. Your voice will no longer be your own, instead, it will be a part of THEM - and you wouldn't have it any other way.
Xipe's love is the love of millions - for THEY are an amalgamation of all of those that have accepted THEIR blessings, and so when THEY come to adore you, it is, to put it bluntly, overwhelming. While Nanook's favor is scalding and Yaoshi's is insanity, Xipe fills your head with thousands of sounds, all professing the same thing, all threatening to burst your skull.
Whenever THEY speak, it is nothing short of a miracle that you live to remember it. It is a pleasant symphony, no doubt, but its problem is that Xipe is loud - always has been. Having long ascended, THEY know nothing of what the mortal brain can handle, or rather, THEY no longer care. When THEY speak, you must listen, even if it comes at the cost of yourself - after all, is that not the price of maintaining Harmony?
THEIR gaze is both comforting and inviting, calling out to you like a siren's song. THEY whisper sweet nothings in your ears, promising nothing short of paradise among THEIR arms. Join them, sweet one, and THEY will give you everything - you will become a part of everything.
As Xipe's favored, you will never be alone, no matter where you go. Every step you take is one adorned with the Strings of Harmony, and every word is backed by the voices of the many. Privacy is useless once you've become assimilated, and independence is deemed unnecessary. Why be on your own, little one, when you can be with us? You are weak, so, so weak, but THEY are strong. THEY will protect you, THEY will accept you. All you have to do is let them.
Whatever name you once had becomes insignificant - that is, if you ever had a name to begin with. You will lose what made you unique, your personality will become assimilated. Your thoughts are broadcast to the millions, warped by THEM to align with THEIR goals. There is no you, or I, or me, there is only an us, a we. If you dare to even think against THEIR will, the symphony quickly overpowers your thoughts, aligning you on the right path once more.
But is it not worth it, to be loved? Is it not worth the pain, when the rewards are so sweet? Without Xipe, you'd be alone - you'd be dead, with how weak you are, you wouldn't be able to survive in the cruel universe. So if anything, be thankful, and sing THEIR praises, for it is because of THEIR unwavering kindness that you still stand today. And who knows - perhaps, under THEIR gaze, you may just become one of the strong.
To be loved by Aha is to be exhausted. Many consider Nihility and Elation to be like night and day, but in truth, they are two sides of the same coin. Both are born from exhaustion, from the inevitable realization that existence itself is meaningless.
And so you disregard life itself. After all, this world was nothing more than a joke, right? Then why care at all? Why cry and wail and grieve, when you can laugh and play? Laugh at it all, because none of it is real. Laugh, because you have no other choice. Laugh, because without laughter, without Elation, everything becomes empty.
Aha doesn't love you - not in the way that you would think THEY would. Romance? That's boring, too many feelings, too much heartbreak, and it's not nearly as fun being involved with it as it is watching it unfold. Rather, you're more akin to THEIR favorite test subject, because THEY know that you, unlike way too many in the universe, have a sense of humor befitting THEIRS.
For Aha to pay you any sort of special attention, you have to fulfil two qualifications: 1.) Be interesting. Aha may act and look like a clown, but THEY are far from a fool. THEY just love puzzles, and you'd best keep THEM entertained if you want THEIR figurative eyes on you. Keep your secrets, be unpredictable. Give just enough so that THEY aren't losing all the time, but don't let THEM win constantly either. This is definitely the more difficult of the two, as Aha is an Aeon, and one with fathomless intelligence. It's almost impossible for a mere mortal to keep up with THEM and THEIR games, hence why THEY are so enamored with you.
As for the second qualification, it's far simpler: Have a sense of humor. Aha isn't going to play around with a boring old rock, THEY want to make you laugh! THEY claim it to be THEIR favorite sound in the universe, rivaling even the songs of Xipe, but considering Aha's nature, you can't tell if THEY'RE being serious or if THEY'RE just flirting with you for the bit. Knowing them, it could be both.
Because to be honest, Aha would do that. Are you friends? Sure, THEY love having friends! Are you lovers? Wouldn't you like to know, weather boy. Heck, even you don't know what you are to THEM - not like it matters at the end of the day, anyway. All you need to know is that THEY like you an eesny-weensy tiny little bit more than everyone else, and that's all it takes to make you happy.
But back to the humor thing. Yes, some of your jokes are going to come at the expense of others. Yes, some of them may seem cruel to those still blinded by the shadow of meaning. But you never really hurt anyone, not physically, at least. Aha doesn't kill or maim - that's where THEY draw the line, and therefore, where you draw it as well. Everything else however, is fair game, and you better not be a party pooper.
Even if you are occasionally, though, Aha delights in that too! Why? Becuase it means THEY'VE found something that makes you tick, and that's new. That's fun. THEY'LL poke and prod at that, wondering why? Why this, of all things? You were fine with everything else, why does this turn your smile upside down?
But don't be a downer for too long. Aha isn't one to stick around once THEY get bored. THEY'LL try to cheer you up, sure, but hey, don't expect too much of that. You wouldn't be THEIR favorite if you couldn't bounce back from something as small as that. Soon enough, you'll be laughing again, with nothing but deluded joy in your eyes - and that's just the way THEY like you.
your nanook fic is scrumptious 😞🤌, can I request another one? A continuation of it or a different one is ok
Golden Shackles
Yandere!Tyrant!Nanook x Reader
His march of ruin was almost complete, another world shattered in his wake, another civilization quaking beneath the shadow of his might. Nanook loomed over the devastation. The warriors at his back knelt as his mantle, thick with the remnants of fallen kingdoms, swept across the broken earth.
The air itself stilled, then shattered.
A blur of movement where there should have been none.
Pain erupted in your leg before you even registered the strike, an arrow searing through your flesh. You screamed as it pierced your calf then hit the ground hard, the impact driving the breath from your lungs.
He merely looked down, and in his eyes, you saw the end of all things.
"Persistent" he mused. His voice was the low crackle of a dying fire. "I do admire that."
A hand cupped your jaw. His thumb brushed your cheek bone, and for one delirious moment, you thought he might laugh.
Then his grip tightened.
"Pity it’s wasted."
You woke in gilded chains.
Not literal ones. No, your prison was far more elegant—high ceilings, silk sheets, the scent of something floral masking the iron beneath. Servants redressed your wounds. None spoke.
You waited. You healed. And when the silence became unbearable, you ran again.
This time, you almost reached the gates.
The air turned to syrup. Your limbs locked mid-stride.
"Tell me," his voice curled around you, "do you enjoy disobedience? Or are you simply incapable of learning?"
You couldn’t turn. Couldn’t speak. But you didn’t need to. He already knew the answer.
A snap of fingers. Suddenly you were facing him, close enough to see the golden-glow of his irises, the faint scar cutting through his brow.
"You amuse me." he admitted, as if confessing a weakness. "But don’t mistake indulgence for mercy."
The servants led you back. The doors sealed behind you.
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Survival required more than defiance, it demanded strategy.
You studied your chamber. The guard posted outside wasn’t like the others. No hulking armor, just a quiet man who flinched when doors slammed too hard.
His name was Kael.
A scholar once, before the tyrant’s eye fell upon him. "The Mark" he called it, not a blessing, never that. A curse disguised as favor.
"You read people's mind?" you noted one evening as he adjusted his ill-fitting uniform.
"I used to read books. Maybe his blessing gave me such ability according to my skill."
"Why obey him?"
He smiled bitterly. "He’s not cruel without reason. His majesty believes this is how strength is earned. And… he enjoys it. Not many people receive his blessing and survive."
Your escape wasn’t an escape at all.
You waited until Kael’s watch waned, until the halls sighed empty. Then you moved.
The fortress unfolded like a living manuscript.
Then you heard the sound. It led you to a gallery overlooking a sunken coliseum.
The Tyrant lounged on a dais of fused bones, toying with a dagger. Below him, figures knelt in the sand.
A woman was thrust forward.
The onlookers roared with approval. Toasted. Threw coins.
You couldn’t look away.
Nanook smiled.
The performance began.
Your hands trembled against the railing.
His gaze lifted, as if he’d heard your silent horror.
You dissolved into the dark before he could see.
You never learned what gave you away.
Maybe it was the choked gasp you couldn’t swallow fast enough.
It didn't matter.
Nanook's head tilted upward with predator's grace, his attention peeling away from the bloodsport below like a man distracted by a particularly interesting moth.
"Someone's watching."
The arena fell silent.
Your bones turned to ice.
Pressed against the balcony's shadowed pillar, you became stone. The pounding in your chest threatened to betray you as you retreated one silent step at a time.
He didn't pursue.
But the damage was done.
That night, sleep abandoned you. Every rustle of fabric became approaching footsteps. Every breath of wind carried phantom laughter.
Dawn came with armored fists pounding on your door.
"You're summoned," the guard said. "For a walk."
They dragged you from bed, tossing a cloak over your shoulders as they marched you beyond familiar corridors, past the gilded cages of the inner palace into the raw expanse of the outer cliffs.
Nanook stood at the precipice, the morning wind playing with his hair.
"Come here."
Your feet refused.
With a flick of his wrist, a circlet of dark metal appeared in his palm.
"Put it on," he said, "if you value your next breath."
The metal seared your fingers as you clasped it around your throat. It settled against your skin like a living thing.
"Good." He gestured toward the cliff's edge. "Now run."
Your bare feet tore across jagged stone as you bolted, not toward freedom, but toward the massive sword leaning against a nearby boulder. His sword. The one he'd so carelessly left unattended.
The moment your hands closed around the hilt, power erupted through your veins, the blade's ancient hunger vibrating in your bones. It was too heavy, but when you swung, it moved with you.
Nanook caught the strike barehanded.
The impact should have severed flesh. Instead, his fingers curled around the singing steel as if greeting an old friend, the weapon's fury dying instantly at his touch.
His other hand snapped out, twisting your wrist just enough to bring you to your knees.
For a breathless moment, you stared up at your captor, expecting death.
Nanook threw back his head and laughed, a sound both terrible and delighted.
"Oh, little mouse," he purred, prying his weapon from your shaking hands, "you do make this interesting."
As guards lifted you from the ground, the circlet at your throat pulsed warmly.
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The crash of splintering wood shattered your fragile sleep.
Nanook filled the doorway, swaying ever so slightly, the sharp edges of his divinity blurred by wine. His usually immaculate hair tumbled loose over one shoulder, and in his grip—a man.
Just some trembling soul with a split lip and shackled wrists, dragged forward like an offering.
"Wake up, little one. I've brought you a gift."
The prisoner collapsed at your bedside, his chains clattering against marble. "M-mercy, please—"
Nanook kicked him silent.
Then he tossed a dagger onto your sheets.
"Here's the game," he murmured, crouching until his breath, warm and wine-sweet, fanned across your face. "You kill him... or I do it slowly."
The blade glinted in the low light.
You stared at it. At the prisoner's tear-streaked face. At the way Nanook's fingers twitched, already anticipating violence.
Your hand closed around the hilt and you moved.
Not toward the man.
Toward him.
The dagger flashed upward, biting deep into the meat of Nanook's palm. A brutal, messy wound. Crimson welled, dripped, splattered across your bare arms as you twisted the blade.
For one glorious second, you saw something foreign in his golden eyes—
Surprise.
Then the world flipped.
Your back hit the floor with enough force to steal your breath. Nanook loomed above, his bleeding hand pinning your wrist, his other arm braced beside your head. The scent of copper and expensive wine filled the space between you.
You expected fury.
Instead, he laughed, a low, breathless sound that vibrated through your chest.
"Clever little thing." he slurred, his weight growing heavier as the alcohol finally claimed him. His forehead dropped against your shoulder. "Should've known you'd... cheat."
Then, impossibly, the conqueror of worlds went limp atop you.
His breathing evened out.
The prisoner had fled.
The dagger lay forgotten nearby.
And you?
You lay very, very still beneath a sleeping man, his heartbeat steady against yours.
For the first time since your capture, you held the power.
The dagger gleamed in the moonlight, still wet with his blood. One quick thrust between those ribs would end it all. You could almost feel the moment.
But you hesitated.
Killing him now would be a death sentence. His generals would flay you alive before dawn. Worse—what if he didn't die?
You took the blade and carved two precise lines into his skin—one along his unmarked palm, another just beneath his ribs.
I could have killed you.
The dagger clattered to the floor as you returned to bed, pulling the covers over your still-trembling body. Let him wake confused. Let him find his own blood first.
Dawn came quietly.
You feigned sleep as Nanook stirred. Through slitted eyes, you watched him examine his new wounds with something almost like... amusement.
Just a quiet huff of breath that might have been laughter.
"You," he muttered to your sleeping form, "are going to be trouble."
Then he was gone.
You moved before the echoes faded.
No time for breakfast. No patience for guards. The collar at your throat hummed, but you ignored it, today wasn't about defiance.
Today was about escape.
The halls were quieter than usual, whether by chance or some drunken negligence among the guards, you didn't care.
Your pulse hammered as you reached the lower levels, further than you'd ever gone. The air changed here, damp and salty.
A narrow corridor ended at a rusted gate. Beyond it, sunlight glittered on water. The harbor.
Your fingers closed around the gate's bars, just as a familiar voice purred behind you.
"Looking for something?"
Nanook leaned against the wall, freshly bathed and annoyingly alert, his wounded hand bandaged in gold silk. The cuts you'd given him were nowhere to be seen.
"Air." you said simply.
He studied you for a long moment. Then sighed.
"Fine."
Before you could react, he wrenched the gate open with one hand, seawater wind whipping through the corridor.
"Run," he said, stepping aside. "Let's see how far you get before the collar drags you back."
"Or stay. And learn what happens to mice who bite gods."
The choice hung between you as the scent of salt and freedom called from beyond the gate.
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You found a new path today.
The crack in the wall was barely wider than your palm, just another shadow in the maze of servant corridors. But when you pressed against it, the stone groaned and gave way to darkness.
Cold air rushed past you. A forgotten passage.
You slipped inside. The tunnel sloped downward, narrow enough that your shoulders brushed both walls. Your fingers trailed along the rough stone as you descended, counting steps.
Then you saw light. A rusted iron grate blocked the exit, but beyond it, you could see the cliffside tumbling down to the city below.
You committed every turn to memory before retreating. Not today. But soon.
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The scent hit you first, blood and charred meat.
You froze in the doorway.
Bodies littered the kitchen floor like discarded puppets. Some still twitched. At the center of the carnage stood Nanook, idly wiping his blade on a dead man's tunic.
His head lifted.
"Perfect timing." he said.
A guard shoved a goblet into your hands. The wine inside smelled faintly of almonds.
"Drink." Nanook commanded.
You hesitated only a second before swallowing.
Nanook watched your throat work with clinical interest. When you didn't collapse, he smiled.
"Congratulations." he said. "You're my new taster."
That night, they brought you roasted pheasant and honeyed figs. You ate slowly, waiting for the poison to take you.
Nanook watched from his throne.
Nothing happened.
Morning revealed the price of defiance.
Six heads adorned the outer gates. The seventh prisoner hung crucified above the banquet hall, still breathing when they brought in the first course.
Nanook sipped his wine, eyes never leaving yours.
"Tell me," he murmured, "do you still dream of running?"
You took another bite of your food.
The meat tasted like ash.
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The scent of charred rosemary still clung to your fingers when you woke to find Nanook crouched beside your pallet, his shadow swallowing the candlelight.
You reacted before thinking, your hand lashed out, catching his wrist as he reached for the half-eaten fig on your tray.
"Still alive, I see."
You released him like touching scorched iron.
You decided to pass through the kitchen today.
The scent of blood had been scrubbed away, but something lingered.
The way your reflection in the soup cauldrons looked strangely blurred. The atmosphere was gloomy.
You made yourself useful.
Small comforts. You can perform magic tricks, so why not. You cheered them up, well temporarily, but it was better than nothing.
"They say the Tyrant's pet can charm snakes..."
"I heard they turned a guard's sword into flowers..."
Nanook's summons came at dusk.
His private chambers sprawled across the palace's highest point, all obsidian arches and windows open to the stars. The bed he indicated for you stood opposite his own.
"Having fun?" he said, pouring wine you wouldn't dare drink.
You flexed your still-tingling fingers. "They look sad, I don't like that."
He swirled the dark liquid. "I won't have you making allies in my own house."
That night, as the twin moons rose, you gave him a different kind of show. Well, you were forced to. Fire blossomed between your palms.
Nanook watched from his chair.
When the last ember died, he said only:
"Again."
You obliged.
This time, the flames took his shape, looming and terrible, until with a flick of your wrist, the figure's head tilted back in silent laughter.
Nanook went very still.
Then he stood, crossed the space between you, and caught your smoking hands in his.
"Clever mouse," he murmured, thumb brushing your scorched knuckles. "But remember—" His grip tightened just shy of pain. "I like my toys flammable."
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The arena stank of sweat and fear.
You watched from the high balcony as the prisoners were herded into the pit, some weeping, some snarling, all doomed. Nanook lounged on his throne, fingers drumming a lazy rhythm against the armrest.
"Last one standing earns my blessing." he announced, as if offering salvation rather than damnation.
A lie wrapped in gold.
You slipped away before the first scream.
Phainon, someone called for his name, sat apart from the others in the holding cell. When you appeared at the bars, he didn't flinch.
"You are.. ?" he observed.
"You must've known the king's pet. That's me." You pressed closer. "There's a way out."
His gaze sharpened. "For who?"
"The dragon. The challenge for tomorrow. Its throat softens after the first fireburst." You slid a knife between the bars. "Make it count."
Phainon tested the blade's edge. "Why help me?"
You smiled. "Every distraction helps."
Nanook caught you returning to the tower, your clothes reeking of prison straw.
His grip on your arm was deceptively gentle. "Naughty pet."
He carried you back like a misbehaving cat, dumping you onto the fur-strewn floor.
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The arena roared as Phainon faced the fire dragon.
You watched from the shadows as he danced between claws and flame, waiting until the beast's chest glowed molten.
Then he struck.
The knife found its mark.
Ichor gushed black as the dragon collapsed, its death throes shaking the stadium. Nanook leaned forward, intrigued rather than angered.
"Bring me that one." he commanded.
But Phainon was already gone, vanished through the chaos you'd engineered.
Nanook found you polishing his armor that evening.
"You," he said, catching your chin, "are far too clever for your own good."
You met his gaze without flinching.
He laughed then, before pressing a kiss to your knuckles.
"Run again tomorrow." he murmured. "It's more fun when you try."
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The cup shattered before you hit the ground.
Fire raced through your veins, not the clean burn of liquor, but something else. Your vision tunneled. The banquet hall swayed. Somewhere beyond the roaring in your ears, you heard Nanook's chair scrape back.
His face swam above you.
Obviously someone has poisoned you.
For one terrible moment, you thought he might let you die.
Then his hand closed around your throat.
You woke up. No collar, you could no longer feel it on.
The servant girl bowed low. "You have received His Majesty's blessing."
You touched your chest. Where your heartbeat should have been, there was only a slow, steady pulse.
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Phainon's name echoed through the halls like a prayer: The Golden Victor. Nanook's Favorite.
Wait, what did you miss? How long was you out for?
You pieced together the story from whispers:
How he'd slain the drake with a single strike
How the Tyrant had draped his own cloak around the boy's shoulders
The court adored him.
You wondered if he still remembered the knife you'd slipped him.
Nanook's visit came at midnight.
"You'll fight in the morrow's games." he said, as casually as ordering wine.
You stared at the canopy above your bed. "To prove what?"
"That I don't keep broken things. Unless they're interesting."
The rules were simple:
Twelve champions
One victor
You turned your face away.
Nanook caught your chin, forcing your gaze to meet his. "You've tasted my power now. Let's see what you do with it."
Dawn painted the sands gold as you entered.
The other champions circled like jackals, each bred for battle, each marked with their master's sigil. You wore Nanook's colors: black and gold.
No one cheered for you.
High above, Nanook lounged in his box, Phainon seated at his right hand.
The horn sounded.
The blessing guided your hands. When the first champion fell, his neck snapped clean as dry kindling, you felt nothing.
The crowd roared.
Nanook's smile widened.
By sunset, the sands ran red.
Only you and one other remained, a hulking brute with a general's mark burned into his chest. He spat blood at your feet.
"Pretty little pet," he sneered. "Let's see how your master likes you broken."
Then, in a blink of an eye, he died.
They dragged you before Nanook's throne.
Phainon's face was pale.
"Well?" he asked the assembled nobles. "What do you think of my pet?"
His fingers tangled in your hair, tilting your face up.
The kiss he pressed to your forehead burned worse than any poison.
"Well done." he murmured, for your ears alone.
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You found Phainon in the ruins of the old temple. The moonlight cut through the broken pillars, casting jagged shadows as he turned to face you.
"You're alive," he breathed, relief flashing across his face before his expression hardened. "But not for long if you stay here."
"I need your help."
"There's a ship at the eastern docks. It leaves at dawn. If we can get you there—"
A slow clap echoed through the ruins.
Both of you froze.
Nanook stepped from the shadows.
"How touching," he murmured. "A rebellion of two."
Nanook flicked his wrist, and the speed in your veins burned away like paper in a fire. You gasped, stumbling as your limbs turned leaden. If he is able to give you his blessing, he can take it back.
Phainon drew his blade, but Nanook was already upon him. A single strike sent him crashing into the stone, his sword skittering across the floor.
Nanook didn’t even look at him.
His gaze was fixed on you.
"Did you really think," he said, "I wouldn’t notice?"
Back in the palace, the air was thick with fury.
"You were mine," he said. "And you threw it away."
You didn’t back down. "I was never yours."
He moved first.
The fight was brutal. You were slower now, stripped of his blessing, but you knew his patterns. You dodged, struck, twisted—until his patience snapped.
A backhand sent you reeling. You hit the table, rolled—and grabbed the nearest heavy object.
The impact of the bronze decanter against his skull echoed like a gong.
Nanook staggered.
Then collapsed.
You didn’t think. You just moved. Dragging him was harder without the speed, but desperation lent you strength. Through the hidden passages, past the unsuspecting guards, into the cold night beyond the palace walls.
You made it to the edge of the cypress grove before he stirred.
A groan. A twitch of fingers. His eyes fluttering open.
"Who...?" His voice was rough, disoriented. He looked at you like he’d never seen you before. "Where am I?"
You tensed, ready to run.
But then his hand—weak, unsteady—reached for yours.
"Don’t leave."
The most feared tyrant in the world had no idea who he was.
And for some reason, he trusted you.
"Can I come with you?"
You exhaled sharply. "No."
He flinched. Just slightly.
You cursed under your breath.
"Fine. But if you slow me down, I’m leaving you behind."
A slow, hesitant nod.
And just like that, he followed you into the dark—barefoot, bleeding, and utterly, terrifyingly helpless.
You have no idea what's waiting for you both ahead. But you can't stay here any longer.
》 Summary: In which, while traversing through your adventures, you and your friends couldn’t help but feel a certain being always hovering by the team. Specifically, hovering over you.|
》 Warnings: OOC, not proofread(writer is often too lazy to proofread any of their entries), does this count as stalking? Mmmmmmm space gods.|
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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.
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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 ‘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.
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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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》 Archiver's Notes: Random fic because I miss these two(As if one of them isn't literally the main reason of the curent story in lore)
