#Bionic Repair

[lemon-russ]

Not even technically a request I simply want to share brain worms with you. Imagine with me if you will, the inherent romanticism of helping Chairon with his prosthetic arm. He’s probably fully capable of fixing it himself but iirc he IS right-handed so he’d be having to use his off hand for any maintenance tasks. Being either a chapter mechanic or militarum one he’s been around before and seeing him kinda idly flexing his hand and fingers like something doesn’t feel right, and offering to help if he’d be open to it. He probably doesn’t have the tools on him but you do and he’s heard nothing but good things about you from others, and any of the times he’s personally been around you, you seemed very competent and (dare he even say) sweet.

But just having a moment of kinda ease and softness for a bit. You didn’t HAVE to help him but you wanted to, just because it was something kind to do for him. It really hits him just how much more delicate you are and he’s impressed by how nimble and practiced your hands are, even covered in nicks and scratches from your duty. Expertly checking for and fixing small issues he would’ve thought too superficial for mid-mission fixes but you jokingly chide him that you’re putting your pride as a mechanic on the line here and you wouldn’t be caught dead doing a half-assed job for an Ultramarine. It’s honestly quite calming watching you work, feeling the grind and tension in his fingers ease as you get everything working smoothly again.

Something deep inside him wishes you’d touch his other hand so tenderly, so he could actually feel it.

That thought confuses him but it doesn’t seem… bad to think about. It would probably feel quite nice. It’s so rare for marines to experience physical touch that doesn’t involve violence. He wants to know what that would feel like, touch without pain.

You finish your work far too quickly for his liking and it shakes him from his musings. He can’t really stay upset about it seeing how proud you are as he tests his range of motion and everything feels good as new. You’re practically beaming when he thanks you, and instead of some typical awe-filled reply he’d expect, you grin ear to ear and cheerily proclaim. “Feel free to come find me whenever you need, I always make time for my favorite ‘customers’ after all!”

Chairon doesn’t know how to respond to that so he simply nods and tries to ignore how warm he feels seeing the unbridled enthusiasm you have at the prospect of seeing him again. You’re probably just excited about working on Astartes tech again… yeah that’s probably all it is……. Though now that he thinks about it you’ve never called any of his brothers your “favorite customer”….. Suddenly he’s very glad his skin is dark enough it’s near impossible to notice him blushing, Gadriel would never let him hear the end of this XD

Mans gonna be slamming his hand in doors for an excuse to get fixed by the cute mechanic lmfao

But this is such a cute idea, I'm a sucker for like, mechanical care can be intimate in a way (I've seen one scene of scavengers reign and it was that one of what I can only describe as proxy lesbian sex of a woman cleaning the inside of her robot companion, so like, now that's in there and suddenly "repairs is sex" is an association I have lmfao)

You know shes going to be checking in on him too, fine tuning his hand voluntarily, "oh I just happened to notice that gear looks a little stuck..." "oh? It doesnt feel-" "nope its stuck here let me get it for you :)))"

[theendiswherewebegin]

Alisele "You-Should-Pay-Me-A-Doctor's-Salary-For-The-Number-Of-Prosthetics-I'm-Fixing" Kelfir

[xavistarlight]

Hiding the tears in my eyes cause boys don’t cry.

based off the scene in this post

Caleb cries in your arms as you hold him, he'd just gotten finished with work, as he does repairs on his bionic arm he breaks down in tears

You thought it was because of the pain it brought him but the truth was..

What tore him apart more was the fact that everytime he saw it he was reminded he would never fully feel you again.

Tears welled up in his eyes seeing a glimpse of little Caleb who would cry to himself alone where nobody could see, not wanting to burden others with his feelings.

He slowly breathes in shaking his head trying to hold it in.

As you say " it's okay baby let it out"

He completely breaks down sobbing in your arms staying like that for a good moment with you standing while he's sitting head on your shoulder tucked into your neck.

His words slightly muffled but still holding the same importance and emotion.

"I'll never get to feel the warmth of holding your hand, the softness of your skin, the pain when you squeeze my hand giving birth to our future child, one day I felt you for the last time with this hand and I didn't even know."

Your heart breaks for him as you hear his sobs

"but what really matters is the fact that you'll always feel me here" as you trace over his heart hand moving to wipe the tears from his under eyes as his eyes stare back at you.

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[lamb-teaa]

` Choose Us, Choose Me

` pairing: colonel!Caleb x mechanic!reader

` tags: canon divergence!! strictly doesn't follow canon timeline!! but might seem similar?? idk tbh. anyway ANGST. full hurt no comfort. vague plot. vague relationship. vague mentions of betrayal and double agents. vvvery short scenario.

` teaa's note: having to wait for 22 Jan for Caleb's full lore to drop, imma indulge in my personal headcanon for this ficlet instead - a special (&painful) treat for all the Caleb girlies (and me ehe!) (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

Your silence is the cruelest punishment he had ever endured.

Yet Caleb too remained silent as he watched you meticulously work on repairing his damaged bionic arm, not once had you uttered a single word since his impromptu arrival at your workshop stationed within the massive spaceship.

You merely glanced at him, your tired gaze instantly flickering towards his shortcircuiting arm before letting out a small huff of annoyance as you slammed the coffee mug on the messy table. Like a routine checkup, you wordlessly pointed towards the empty seat and began working on fixing his bionic arm back to good as new.

All the while the tense atmosphere remained palpable within the workshop. Even your trusty little invention-slash-companion robot, Brownie had jumped over the table, holding out all the necessary tools for you to fix Caleb up, yet the presence of the adorable little brown robot cat wasn't enough to shimmer down the tension in the air.

Your expression remained aloof yet the look in your eyes held a strong suppressed rage. Caleb winced when you purposely handled his arm a tad bit too roughly, shooting a side eyed glare at Brownie snickering at him, a clear message of 'you deserve it!' written all over your little companion's face.

Caleb was tempted to send the smug rascal flying across the room using his Evol.

...But he wouldn't want to risk facing your wrath, not when you're still mad pissed at him right now.

"...You know I had to do it." Caleb decided to break the silence first, his eyes locked onto your face, hoping to ease down your anger even just a little bit. "I was following orders."

You stayed silent, nonchalantly avoiding his gaze as your attention was solely on the holographic screen displaying the restoration process.

Caleb gritted his teeth, growing agitated by your lack of response. Why were you so stubborn? Why couldn't you understand him? Why do you have to subject him to this stupid silent treatment of yours?

Why can't you see he's doing all this for your sake?

"It's done." You finally spoke after a long tense silence, your voice cold and detached as you did the final adjustments on his bionic arm. His piercing stare was suffocating you and you wanted nothing more than to be out of his sight. "Now get out."

You had only turned around for a brief millisecond before his hand suddenly snatched your wrist, pulling you close to him. His taller frame towering over you, his face confronted in a mixture of anguish and pain - a sight that made your heart ache, but you refuse to show any weakness, not in front of him, especially not in front of a cruel man like him.

"How long are you going to keep this up?" Caleb spoke lowly, struggling to suppress his own anger. "Aren't you tired of these charades of yours?"

You glared up at him defiantly, despite the slight tremble from his iron grip. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Don't play dumb with me." He scowled, his grip on your wrist tightened slightly. "How long are you going to play both sides? Do you think they're going to let you off easily once they find out you've been secretly colluding with the enemy?"

His heart sank in dread at your unfazed reaction, as if you've been expecting this to happen sooner or later, that the consequences be damned if it meant fulfilling your own secret mission no matter the cost.

Even at the expense of your own wellbeing.

"..Choose us." Choose me. Caleb shut his eyes briefly before letting go of your wrist, his voice strained with a soft plea as his hands gently cupped your cheeks, forcing you to look up at him. "I can guarantee your safety if you choose our side, please Princess. You'll die if you keep this up."

He sees the flicker of hesitation in your eyes, the conflict swimming in those alluring gaze that never fail to make his heart stutter. But as soon as that raising hope for you turn to his side came, it vanished in an instant when you slapped his hands away.

"I'd rather much die." You spat, your fist clutched the collar of his shirt as you glared up at him, the hatred and disgust written all over your face as your final words shattered his heart into pieces.

"Than to serve the likes of abominations like you.”

[aeraminth]

nsfw - 1.1k dry humping as his arm gets repaired // the first time you saw caleb’s robotic arm, you couldn’t help but feel anger towards the people who forced him through such a horrible and traumatic experience. it took weeks, if not months, of caleb’s reassurance and tending to your concerns to finally soften your anger towards it. to you, it’s a reminder of what changed him—a reminder to you of the person he is now.

but, you can’t lie and say his repairs don’t leave a trail of curiosity in their wake whenever you watch.

now, instead of pushing you away like he did initially, caleb lets you stay around, seeing him with his guard down and with all the vulnerabilities of the world plastered on his disposition. you hurt just as bad when he does, wincing alongside him when he lets out another pained sound slip during a repair.

“caleb,” you cough from behind him. he bites his tongue, having resigned himself to accepting your advances, when time and time again he knows he can’t refuse you.

“not so bad the more you see it, right?” he tries, but the muscles on his back are taut and a light layer of sheen covers his exposed upper half. despite the wave of pain that courses through his body, caleb still stays playful, trying to show you the best version of himself at all times.

is it so wrong to say he leaves your core pulsing with need? his bionic arm continues to fizzle, and the screen reads that he has another five minutes of scanning before he can finally feel better.

“it’s okay, i’ve got you,” you console, sliding right by his side and wrapping his left arm around your shoulder. “just a bit longer.”

“thanks, pip-squeak. but really—i promise—“ a long, drawn out groan betrays him as he turns away, the crackle of electricity to your left a clear sign that his repairs have hit a weak spot. “i promise—“ he breathes out, “i’ll be okay. this won’t happen again.”

staring at caleb, a sudden prickle of anger slowly rises within you, and you reach for his chin to make eye contact. you need to be as close to him as possible, and with a swift movement, you’re on caleb’s lap, forcing him to slightly look up at you with a hand cradling his jaw. his left hand reaches for your thigh, helping you adjust your position as his touch lingers on your exposed skin.

the material of his pants and his belt against your bare legs are rough, and only wearing the t-shirt you’ve taken from caleb’s closet doesn’t stop the thin material of your panties from rubbing against him. his breath hitches, and he takes a long sigh, his eyes never leaving yours as you force him to continue holding eye contact. his focus us completely torn away from the screen that quietly beeps and flickers; all he’s thinking about is how’d you react if the hand on your thigh trailed up to the cotton waistband of your panties instead—how, there are much better things to do in this position than simply talk.

your gaze is filled with hurt, fixed on his mechanical arm. “you’ve never broken a promise to me—i don’t need you to tell me you’ll be okay when everything else right now obviously isn’t,” you murmur.

subconsciously, the trailing touch of your fingertips up and down his left bicep leave him straining against your heat and gritting his teeth for different reasons. rarely do you succeed in telling him off, but you know how to hit him when he’s weak, with your exposed collarbone adorned with a hickey his gazed has zeroed in on, and the feeling of your warm heat snug against his dick, no matter how many layers in between. “don’t lie to me, caleb—not about this. you don’t need to.” you stare at the screen before a subtle movement breaks your gaze.

caleb only slightly rolls his hips against yours, suddenly searching for relief in a silent apology; he hears you completely, but the back of his mind has just been filled with the carnal need to feel more of you. he ruts against your clothed cunt once more, his eyes begging for forgiveness as his left hand reaches for the small of your back.

“please, princess. i’m sorry,” caleb’s eyes shine with sincerity and lust all in one go, your concern for him lighting a fire that only you can put out. you don’t even remember what you were scolding him for—all rational slipping away.

you’re basically soaked through your panties as your anger dissolves, meeting his desperate attempts for pleasure as his repair fades into the background. he shifts his hips once more, and satiates the desire you’ve been wanting to explore for so long.

“fuck,” he whispers, his voice gravelly, and you can’t tell if it’s from the wires that his arm is attached to, or if he can feel your heat through your garments. he lets out a low moan when your clit bumps into his cock again, losing all restraint before muttering, “want you.”

you can’t resist him, grinding against his dick harder abd whimpering right in his ear. it’s like you’re possessed, or caleb’s hand keeps you going, because you can’t find it in you to stop keeping him as close to your skin as possible. but in your chase for pleasure, neither of you bother to forego your clothes, and the you continue like a madman, rubbing on his bulge as the pain in his right arm barely matters to him anymore.

caleb doesn’t bother to be subtle about it either, bucking his hips while trying to keep his right arm on the bed, chasing his high while obscenities tumble from his lips.

“shouldn’t have lied to you—fuck—i need you so bad, baby,” his hand travels up your back, silently begging for a kiss. your core burns with both a delicious friction and so much desperation that you reach for his hair, pulling slightly at caleb’s roots as you whimper in his ear how badly you need to come. it only spurs him on to be even dirtier, pushing you down onto him impossibly closer, as if he was fucking up into you.

“come all over my fucking pants like a dirty slut, hm? you want it, you want me to come in my pants for you?” you whine at his degradation, your hips stilling as you clench around nothing and leave such a wet mess on his pants.

repair completed.

but when he tells you to take off his pants—part of his uniform—who are you to disobey your colonel’s orders?

i feel insane he's like so fine i'm going to retreat and write sylus and caleb fluff now

[odoraful]

𝑯𝑬𝑳𝑷𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑹𝑬𝑷𝑨𝑰𝑹 𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑨𝑹𝑴 ᯓ 𝑪𝑨𝑳𝑬𝑩

⟡ content: gn!reader ; established relationship ; honey petname hehe ; minor hurt/comfort (which i didn't anticipate honestly, but it seemed to just go in that direction :O) ; 1.5k wc

⟡ a/n: i watched a clip where pepper potts helps tony stark replace like the tech in his heart and my brain went straight to caleb! also i don't know bionics at all so pls suspend disbelief at my descriptions of tech because its definitely all baloney HAHA also still figuring out how to write for caleb so it might be ooc..,, ANYWAY I DIGRESS i do hope it's an enjoyable read!! <33

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It was beyond you why Caleb chose to entrust you with this task, and equally incomprehensible that you agreed to it. Sure, you knew your way around certain weaponry and gadgets—a skill every good Hunter needed to have—but you were certainly no biomechanical engineer. Yet here you were sitting in the living room of Caleb’s home, his bionic arm fully revealed to you and a set of tools being laid out on the table.

“Isn’t the maintenance process… automated?” you asked, voice quivering with trepidation.

Caleb finished arranging the equipment in front of him. A neat array of screwdrivers and wires.

Comparably, there was no indication of hesitancy in his voice when he spoke.

“Yes, it typically is,” he answered, sitting back down on the sofa. He flexed the fingers of his right arm before flashing a smile at you, “but this isn’t one of those typical times.”

His usually comforting smile did little to ease you. You sat down, observing his arm as he continued speaking.

“One of the wires here—” Caleb pointed to the area at his elbow, “—has loosened for some reason. It just needs some reconnecting and I’ll be right as rain.”

He was right. Upon closer inspection, you could see the wire now beginning to detach from the small, round metal piece it was connected to. Occasionally, a tiny spark of electricity flashed from within the empty hole. If this was left unchecked, it would certainly lead to some kind of malfunction.

You squirmed in the cushion. “Wouldn’t telling the Fleet be better? Don’t they have technicians to do this exact thing?”

Caleb's lips quirked upwards, betraying the stiffness he suddenly felt.

Yes, it would be protocol to let the people responsible for this arm know (whether that was the Fleet or not he would never admit the truth of to you), but it was far too bothersome to have them inspect and diagnose for such a minor issue. And then, there was the pain of it as well. Caleb was very familiar with gritting one’s teeth and baring it, but the soulless nature of the Professor’s rooms made him always feel so alone. Despite the bright, sterile lights and the group of masked technicians in white coats attending to his arm, it was always just him and the pain and the desire for everything to be finished already.

Things were a lot different now with you here, finally here with him.

“Oh, your touch is much gentler than anyone in the Fleet, trust me,” he replied.

Though he hadn’t actually answered your question, the line was enough classic Caleb charm to disarm you. He looked fondly over at your expression as your shook your head, trying to stifle your laugh.

“It’s not a full maintenance repair, just a simple replacement. I’ll walk you through every step, don’t worry.”

He patted the space right next to him and you shuffled over.

“Caleb… will this hurt you?”

You couldn’t help but recall the pain he was in when his arm was hooked up to that machine. Your chest grew tight at the memory.

“Not at all, I swear,” he quickly responded. “Like I said, it’s just a replacement.”

He reached over to pick up a screwdriver. Turning his right arm around so you could see his elbow clearer, he used the tool to point out a small screw on the round metal pieces where the wire was being held.

“So, all you need to do is turn this a little to the left, and it should loosen the wire enough to remove it.”

Caleb then reached for the table to pick up a wire the same as the one in his arm. Though, the metallic conductors could be seen emerging out from the ends of the black casing.

“Then, all you need to do is just need to replace it with this.”

You repeated his words over in your mind. Loosen and then replace.

Exhaling a nervous breath, you took the screwdriver. You placed a hand against his arm to help steady yourself. The metal cooled your sweaty palm. Moving closer, you inserted the tip of the screwdriver into the screw, turning it slowly as possible. Afraid that any quick movements might have an adverse effect.

Just as Caleb had said, once the screws were turned, the metal pieces widened and the wire was freely hanging, only held to the arm by its conductive metal.

So focused on making sure your hands weren’t shaking, you didn’t see Caleb’s eyes scrunched shut, taking in deep breaths through his nose.

“Ah!”

Your head snapped up hearing him wince. His eyes peeled open, a weak but sheepish expression on his face.

“Caleb! You promised it wouldn’t hurt you!”

At your accusatory look, he chuckled wearily. “That was nothing! Just a little—” he sucked a sharp breath in “—buzz that’s all.”

Panicked, you put the screwdriver down. “W-what do I do now?!” you stuttered out, holding your hands away from the exposed area.

“Take the old wire out and put the new one in the same spot.” Despite his discomfort, Caleb tempered his voice. His composure kept your fear at bay for the moment. “Don’t worry about me, I’ll be alright.”

You nodded. Moving you hand closer again, you held onto the wire delicately. You pulled slowly. Thankfully, it released without any tugging needed.

“Mhm, there you go. You’re doing great,” Caleb reassured.

The conductive wire unfurled as if aware it was being replaced. You picked up the wire Caleb had held previously in demonstration and lined it up in the empty space. Similarly, the wire reattached itself.

“Now tighten it with the screwdriver.”

Turning the screws once again, you felt the round metal pieces tighten around the wire, holding it securely in place. The repair appeared successful.

You let out a long sigh, relief washing over you. You looked at Caleb’s face, hoping you wouldn’t find him pale and stricken. Instead, he was smiling. He turned his bionic arm around, bending his elbow and wiggling his fingers. It looked like it was back to normal.

“Look at that,” he beamed. “I knew you could do it, honey.”

Your laugh was filled with disbelief at his complete faith in you. “Please don’t ask me to do this again.” You were still slightly delirious by everything that just happened.

“What if I don’t have anyone but you?” he responded.

You knew that statement wasn’t true. There were plenty of people he could rely on to assist him with this. He was the Colonel of the Farspace Fleet after all. Yet, there was a softness in his tone and a distance in his eyes as he spoke. He really believed that to be the truth.

You looped your pinkie finger around his (still hesitant if your craftsmanship had fully worked). Caleb glanced down at your movement. He saw your tenderness and there was a phantom sensation of warmth right where your fingers connected. Though, he knew it was all just his brain and its sensory signals trying desperately to reconstruct a feeling he once had.

“But what if I messed up a-and something bad had happened? I just don’t want to hurt you.”

Caleb enveloped his hand around yours. His touch was cold and metallic, but his words were anything but.

“Nothing you do could ever hurt me.”

The color of his bionic arm began to change. It flickered in the same way a holographic screen did when you put your hand through it. His arm was recalibrating to project the perfect color, and to mimic the feeling of real skin. As fast as you could blink, it returned to its usual appearance.

Caleb squeezed your hand. “See? Right as rain.”

The sudden mixture of your fear and sadness made you crave being in his hold. You pulled him into a hug. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you buried you face into his shoulder.

“Hey, it’s alright,” he soothed, rubbing your back. “I’m still here with you, arm fully functional.”

“I know…” you remained glued to his shoulder, voice muffling.

“Nothing bad will happen to me,” he said, coaxing you gently both in speech and touch as he grazed his finger against your cheek. “Could I see you? Please?”

You lifted your head up, leaning back. Your eyes were glossy with tears and Caleb felt as though he’d been stabbed in the chest. He kissed you on the forehead. With his thumb, he carefully swiped at your bottom lashes.

“I'm sorry, honey. I don’t know what I was thinking wanting you to do this,” he murmured, his warm breath tickling your skin at his closeness. “You don’t have to do this for me next time.”

“It’s okay,” you sniffed, shaking your head. “Now that I know what to expect, I think I can help you if this happens again.”

The shock soon passed. Feeling the rise and fall of Caleb’s chest grounded you. You both held each other until the pain faded, talking to each other quietly in the embrace.

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[bunny-eats-fox]

Caleb, who, after you start dating, when you first ask him if you can go with him when he repairs his bionic arm, wants to be more open and vulnerable with you, but is still apprehensive. You really shouldn't see him in a weak state again.

Caleb,who can't withstand your pleading eyes and the reassuring smile, though. You just want him to share his burdens with you.

Caleb holds your hand the first time he let's you go with him. You sit side by side and he tries his best to stifle the painful groans because he still doesn't want you to see him this weak. His grip is tight on your hand, but you don't pull back. You stay, squeeze his hand and reassure him it's okay to be vulnerable in front of you. You will never judge him.

Caleb is exhausted at the end of his repair, drops of sweat trickle down his temple and he is embarrassed of his shivering state. But you pull him in, his drenched body leans against you as you hold him close. He wants to struggle at first, but he is tired and before he knows it, he basks in your warm embrace.

Caleb, who let's you go with him with less and less apprehension every time. Each time, this facade of his crumbles more and more. You tear down his walls slowly but surely as he leans against you for support.

Caleb, who, whenever he has to endure it alone now, feels the pain worst than before and he wishes you were beside him to ground and hold him.

Caleb, after struggling to be okay with showing you he wasn't okay, now needs you by his side when he has to repair his bionic arm. He pulls you in his lap and watches as you carefully connect all the wires. Despite not feeling it, you are so soft and gentle with this piece of metal and it truly warms his heart. When you look at him and he gives his nod, you are the one to press the start button now.

Caleb can't express the pain that shoots through his trembling arm, but even though it hurts like always, it is immediately lessened when you wrap your arms around him.

Caleb leans into your embrace, his free arm tightly wrapped around your waist as well, while he holds you tightly. Your hand that caresses his damp hair soothes the pain a little. He buries his face in the crook of your neck and inhales your scent to calm down. He isn't afraid to show his pain anymore, not afraid to let those painful whines and groans slip out, because you are there to hold him for as long as he needs it.

Caleb, who let's himself be vulnerable in front of you, still struggles with relying on you most times, because he wants to lessen your burdens more than his own. However, in this one aspect of his life, he lets you.

Caleb, who is exhausted and drenched in sweat afterwards from enduring the excruciating pain, stays in your arms while you hold his bionic hand. Even though he can't feel it, he still holds your hand gently, as if it will soothe his pain, because despite the fact that he can't feel your warmth or touch underneath his metallic fingertips, he imagines he can as you hold him and caress him. It might be his delusional post repair haze, but it's the thing that makes it just a little bit easier to deal with. Even if the warmth around his metallic fingers is imaginary, the warmth coming from your body against his and the soft hand caressing his tense muscles, is not.

Caleb, who whispers "I love you"s over and over again against your skin once everything is over. Each "I love you" is supported by a small kiss that you return with a gentle smile and a murmured "I love you too".

Caleb, who usually hates being vulnerable and wants to be strong for you, can't imagine enduring it alone anymore.

[rainynightwrites]

of flesh and steel

content warnings: 18+ content mdni. caleb w/ the bionic arm. slight coercion/deception. slight dom!caleb. fingering. not proofread. ᯓᡣ𐭩

You still remember finding him that day, the secret room in his apartment, all those wires attached to his right arm, the screen blinking with the repairs he was undergoing. His words from that day still rang loudly in your ears, “I can’t feel you anymore.”

It hurt you more than you’d expected. Seeing the pain in his eyes- You know Caleb can always touch you with his left hand, but it’s not the same. You know it, and Caleb knows it. But now, now he swears that when he’s got his mechanical fingers buried inside your wet heat he can feel you. And who are you to deny him that?

“Love, please,” Caleb whispers in your ear, he sounds pathetic as he’s sliding his mechanical hand down your stomach. Dipping his cool metal fingers into the waistband of your lace panties. Warm puffs of air hit your neck as he continues murmuring against your skin, “You’re so warm, d’ya know that? This sweet cunt of yours is scorching.”

“Caleb…” You whisper as two of Caleb’s mechanical fingers bury themselves inside you. You were almost ashamed of how wet you were already. Caleb groans as if he could actually feel your velvet walls. His other hand, his real hand fists into your hair and pulls your head back. His eyes meet yours and you see the pure desperation. Your beautiful, needy whimpers hit his ears. Heaven.

Caleb’s violet eyes gleam as he convinces himself that he truly can feel your soaked, spongy walls with his lifeless, mechanical fingers. Sure, he could use his other hand, his actual flesh, but that’s not enough for Caleb. If he can’t feel you, with every fiber of his being, then what’s left of him?

⊹₊⟡⋆ thanks for reading. ⊹₊⟡⋆

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[cicerfics]

00Q Headcanon

One more quick headcanon, as 007 Fest 2024 draws to a close!

After Bond retires (and he and Q FINALLY get together), I like to think that Q slowly shifts his focus away from ballistics/cybersecurity and into the biotech sector. There's lots of medical work to be done with nanobots, and Q is a world-class specialist in that field!

Plus, this career shift allows Q to fulfill his ultimate goal: turning his husband into the bionic man.

...OK, not literally. But as Bond ages, he needs some help with certain things! Contact lenses that can magnify the text he's reading! Invisible (and extremely durable/waterproof) hearing aids! New alloys for joint replacements! And as Bond becomes genuinely elderly, he develops other health issues that require nanobots to fix.

Q is on the job! He's trailblazing entire new fields of medicine in order to keep his husband alive and healthy for as long as possible! He jokes that Bond is his 'muse', and that he never really did manage to retire from the job of keeping Bond well-equipped and in good repair.

But Q's greatest triumph isn't listed in any medical textbook. It isn't any of the inventions that win him (or one of his aliases) awards and accolades. His greatest accomplishment has nothing to do with guns or bombs or firewalls or even nanobots.

It's the fact that his husband (against all odds!) dies peacefully in his own bed as a very, very, very old man, after they've shared a long and happy life together.

[kuroyurishion]

After sleeping and watching Caleb’s new trailer, I found something interesting.

See if you can spot it~

See it? Zoom in. Enhance.

Now, correct me if I’m wrong, but I’m pretty sure that’s bone. Specifically, the humerus, elbow joint, and the radius and ulna.

Picture for reference. Note the similarities between the shape of the bone on the center and the split on the one on the bottom right.

Is this not a completely prosthetic arm?

So, Caleb’s arm was severely damaged during the explosion in Chapter 4. And with severe damage comes trauma, surgery, etc. But what interests me most is the nerve damage that comes from such an event.

In Caleb’s Debut Trailer, we see him somewhere in Skyhaven in the Zero Gravity Chamber undergoing his 23rd Neural Control Experiment. In the latest trailer [Caleb: Painful Signal], he says this line: “I barely feel any pain. Unless it’s under repair. But… I… can’t feel you anymore.”

There are two ways to think about this. Theory 1 only happens if Caleb has the bionic arm after the explosion. Theory 2 only happens if Caleb has the bionic arm before the explosion.

Theory One: Caleb has severe nerve damage from the explosion, and the Farspace Fleet somehow saved him (maybe using the missing Spatium Core?) and gave him his bionic arm.

But Caleb is devastated because he can’t feel MC with his arm anymore. Because he can’t feel pain, the Fleet decide to help him by putting him through all these control experiments in order to stimulate neural control

Theory Two: The Farspace Fleet has their eye on Caleb. Gravity Manipulation is a very versatile and powerful Evol, after all. So, they want to use him for their own gains. They do some digging, find out about MC (maybe about her Evol, Aether Core, or records of being experimented on?), and they threaten Caleb with her. They’ll hurt her if he doesn’t obey them. We see whenever Caleb is about to tell MC something huge, a car’s headlights pass by. He’s being watched. So, either willingly or unwillingly, Caleb agrees to be their weapon. They experiment on him, giving him the bionic arm.

When the explosion happens, he’s able to get away. Maybe the missing Spatium Core is in his arm? Does his bionic arm work like a Wanderer, being made and built? We know Spatium Cores can distort space, so maybe that’s how he got out?

I’m not sure. What do you guys think? Feel free to correct me if I’m wrong about anything!

Either way, I’m excited for him to drop so we can learn more!

Thank you for listening to my ramblings~ ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ ) Everyone is welcome to talk and theorize with me as well!

[cyrusking100]

GUYS LOOK AT THIS LEAK I FOUND OF DONALD!!

OMG ITS DONALD FERGUSONS BLUEPRINT AND ITS EXACTLY HOW I WOULD HAVE IMAGINED HIS ENDOSKELETON TO LOOK LIKE!!

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kidding.

i made it lol :p

So I made this blueprint because one, I am obsessed with cyborg dudes and two I have no life and got bored lmao. I did do a lot of research on cybernetics and hope I got it as accurate as I could. So without further ado...

Let me give a tour of Donald's blueprint!

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Latch- Located on top of Donald's metal head which can be opened via key insertion and is safely guarded by Cecil Stedman who only knows its location.

Imaging Process Software- Built inside Donald's eyes which allows him to see and process what he is visualizing it also allows him to imagine things much more accurately than the average human

Scent Processors or Sensors- built inside Donald’s nose which allows him to smell and process scents, unfortunately, it's not as advanced as his visual processors so he actually smells things with less accuracy than he did before he died, though he doesn't notice this as often.

Ultrasonic Processors or Receivers/Emitters- Built inside Donald's ear canals which allow him to ear and process sounds at a much higher frequency than the average human

Diagnostic CPU or Chip and the Insertion Port- a cylindrical hole located on top of Donald's forehead which is where the CPU (Central Process Unit) chip is used to diagnose any minor malfunctions and auto-corrects it. If any malfunction is too severe (such as limb amputations) it would require manual repairs to be fixed. However, the reason why Cecil is keeping this diagnostic chip from Donald is because if inserted, it would revive all of the previous lost memories since the DC identifies them as errors to be corrected. There is a key that can be also inserted in the port on his head which opens the latch that reveals his brain. When he dies they must quickly remove his brain which is protected by a thin layer of gelatin in his metal head. It is also connected to metal segments magnified to the outer layer of his brain which can be easily detached without any repercussions. when they detach his brain they must quickly preserve it in a preservation tank before it starts to decompose. (essentially he is a brain in a jar lmao.) And yes, this is the same preservation tank as the one they used for Robot/Rudy Connors in the comics.

Optical Sensors- Located in his bionic eyes, they give off the illusion of human eyes accurately  they also allow Donald to differentiate between light variations they can also allow him to see in infrared and give him night vision...but he doesn't know this yet...hehe

Eye Subsystem are motors that allow Donald to express emotions and are composed of his eyebrows, eyelids, and of course, eyes. Now given his nature he very rarely ever emotes but the subsystem is very accurate nonetheless. There are two buttons located on his eye subsystem which are called trigger buttons. When both are activated it will open up his face plate to reveal his metal skull. This allows the mechanics to repair him much faster and efficiently, unfortunately, they can be triggered easily so if he gets punched in the face or sleeps in a weird position it's likely he will accidentally trigger them which can end up in an uncomfortable situation.

Mouth Subsystem- these are motors that are composed of his mouth parts such as his lips, teeth, gums, tongue, and vocal folds. Much like with his eye subsystem, they allow him to express himself and communicate with others.

Bionic Eye and Eye Mechanisms- These are mechanisms that allow Donald to see and express himself.

Silicone Skin Outer Surface- This is Donald's fake skin which is composed of silicone accurately replacing human flesh. hair follicles can also be inserted in Donald’s skin to allude to organic body hair. unfortunately, his artificial skin cannot regenerate on its own and requires manual repairs

Microphone Sensor/Ear Detection EM Waves- This allows Donald to hear sounds that average humans cannot hear (Electromagnetic sound waves) This is done by converting em sound waves to audible sounds. It also allows him to communicate through other devices by sending audible signals

Artificial Teeth- This mimics the function of human teeth and is composed of acrylic resin they are much more durable and sturdy allowing them to decompose slower over time if used too much.

Linear Motion Mechanism- This allows Donald to move his neck up and down and convert from rotational or horizontal movement to vertical

Audible Larynx- This allows Donald to allow air to move through the passageway and also allows him to vocalize sound or talk. This artificial larynx also prevents his voice from sounding robotic or augmented, if damaged, his voice will come off as robotic.

Linear DC Servo Neck Motor- This allows Donald to rotate his neck in many positions

Artificial Nervous System- (ANS) mimics the biological function of the human nervous system which is composed of neuroreceptors, nerve stimulators, nerve receptors, and neuron circuitry allowing Donald to react to stimuli similar to how he used to before he died.

Power Core Energy Conductor- Even though Donald's brain is his body's main source of power, he still requires a source to conduct energy or electricity through his body especially when he's on low power. His body, just like most humans, requires "charge" to restore energy but he relies on an external source other than sleep which is a charging station. If his Power core is damaged it will result in an automatic shutdown. His power core is essentially his actual heart.

Hip Joint Motor- This is a motor that acts as an artificial hip and allows Donald to move in all positional possible by humans by all axes

Rotary Arm Joints- These joints allow Donald to move his arms in several positions

Artificial Internal Digestive Unit- This is an artificial digestive system that mimics most of the function of organic digestive systems though is not advanced enough to replicate the silhouette. It also digests the nutrient intake Donald consumes and transports the nutrients to his brain to absorb.

Artificial Pelvic Region- This acts as an artificial pelvis and even mimics Donald’s original silhouette

Hydraulic Hand Actuators- This allows Donald to move his hands via using pressurized liquid (oil) however this can result in janky movement sometimes though before he found out about his robotic nature he assumed that he was developing arthritis (which is reasonable considering he's in his 50s)

Artificial Rectum- Um...do i really need to explain this? Ok..well as the term implies this allows him to go to the bathroom but he doesn't really need to it just mimics human bodily function to avoid suspicion what's interesting is that the contents that he consumes, especially liquids are only dyed to appear like urine but because he doesn't have actual blood they can't break down the contents ad hey cant be filtered to his kidneys because..well he doesn't have any. So the mechanisms in his rectum and digestive system dye the content he consumes kind of like some kind of chemical lab process in his body just to make an illusion that he can relieve himself. however, he doesn't really need to eat or to drink.

Tactile and Biosensors- This allows Donald to feel sensations in his fingers and through his body albeit not as efficiently as before he died.

Neuro Stimulators- These much like his biosensors allow him to receive pain signals through his body via electrical impulses that are connected to his brain and make up his artificial nervous system to mimic the feeling of pain or nerve receptors in humans.

Angular Encoders- These help measure movements in Donald to mov his joints much more precisely which help him move more quickly and accurately esp when fighting

Servo Motor Controls- These are rotary actuators that allow more precise movement in Donald esp when rotating limbs

Titanium Limbs- These are the material that his endoskeleton and body parts are composed of titanium

Rotary Ankle Joints- These allow Donald to move his ankles relative to a how a human moves their ankles via a servo motor

Also here's more versions!!

oooh and heres more!

Here's more label info on his other blueprint-

Artificial Tongue Composed of Rubber- This tongue which is obviously located in his mouth, allows him to speak and eat clearly much like the function of organic tongues in humans. It's composed of resin and dyed rubber.

Remaining Organic Tissue- The remaining organic tissue in Donald is obvi his brain which isolated in his metal skull

Multifilament Muscles- These muscles operate similarly to humans but function at a much more efficient rate, they are also more sturdy and are less likely to tear compared to regular humans. They are composed of silk which is a very strong and elastic material esp strung together like yarn.

Artificial Fat (foam)- The artificial fat as it implies is composed of soft foam similar to humans but slightly off in feeling. Of course, Donald shrugged it off as "getting older" because what other logical reason would explain feeling weird in your own body?

Artificial Lungs (air sacs)- The artificial lungs are air sacs similar to cars and inflate and deflate based on Donald's breathing patterns. They also transport oxygen from outside Donald's body into his brain to produce the required energy to function.

Extracorporeal Membrane Oxygenation (ECMO)- The artificial respiratory system it pumps blood from donalds body and adds oxygen and removes carbon dioxide. blood flows from the artificial heart back to the ECMO.

Artificial Titanium Secondary Skeleton- This secondary skeleton only serves as to illude the silhouette and feel of an organic skeleton to prevent any further suspicion.

Internal Cooling System- This system allows Donald's body to regulate temperature much like thermoregulation, it circulates a coolant through channels to absorb heat from an engine or other system. This prevents Donald's systems from overheating and causing short-circuitry and other malfunctions from occurring. However, if damaged or exposed to extremely high temperatures, his system will start to overheat and he will start to malfunction.

Artificial Heart- This acts as an actual heart and functions by keeping the artificial blood flowing through Donald's body.

Wires Underneath Skin- The wires underneath Donald's body are used to send electrical signals to his body and prevent them from affecting his body. They also are used to transmit information from the brain to the body such as electrodes.

Artificial Blood- This functions like human blood, it can be able to circulate energy and information through the body. It also transmits oxygen and carbon dioxide to and from the body. However, Donald cannot produce blood on his own and doesn't require as much as most humans. It's mostly meant for the show to convince him and others he's human.

Artificial Urinary System- As the term implies it acts as an organic urinary system and automatically assists in preventing involuntary "urine" leakage. He has an artificial bladder that stores the "urine" which is really just dyed liquid as his body can no longer abide by the three-step process of producing urine such as filtration, reabsorption, and secretion. Though, the bladder functions as any human bladder and when it is filled up it will release the urine through the urethra and outside the body. The purpose is to convert nutrients into energy which the remaining nutrients will be spread to the blood and brain.

Artificial Reproductive System- As the term implies the reproductive system acts as an organic human reproductive system which consists of...um...you know what? Let's skip this one. I really really don't want to have to explain this tbh. (even though I put it here.)

Wired Circulatory System- This consists of wires and circuitry that acts as a network of vessels that circulate Donald's artificial blood throughout his body whilst delivering oxygen to his brain cells. It also delivers electrical signals or information to his body when he feels pain.

Gastric Pump as Artificial Digestive System- This consists of synthetic tubes that can expand and contract like actual intestines that way contents can pass through with little struggle. on the outside of the intestines is which is made from silicon and rubber and can mimic how oxygen passes through the gut and can even stimulate the ability to vomit. He also contains an esophagus made from rubber which allows many foods to pass through. He does have taste in his artificial tongue however it's not as efficient as his old one. When food passes through his digestive tract acidic enzymes break it down into small chunks and are squeezed through this molding system where it dyes and transforms the content into a "stool" or "urine" kind of like playdough factory toys. (don't worry it's not as gross as it sounds) 

Bionic Eyes- the function by converting images from built-in cameras connected to the brain and siding electric signals that stimulate the brain which interprets it as an image.

Image Processing and Tracking Software- These allow Donald to manipulate and analyze data as images but also track where certain subjects move with high precision. Enhancing his mental images and giving him a "keen" eye.

Artificial Regenerative Hair Follicles- these are made from synthetic material that can expand in very thin strings to give the illusion that they can grow. They often increase in length when exposed to high temperatures. So basically Donald can cut his hair but it can't grow very long. his nails are made from the same materials

Backup Charging Port- located on Donald’s neck, this charging port is mainly for emergencies just in case if his chest charging port is malfunctioning. It is located above his power trigger buttons which can result in a shutdown if activated or stimulated by high stress levels.

Titanium Spine - This is located on Donald's back and is composed of titanium which is very difficult to crush...unless you're a pure-blood viltrumite. 

Oh, and another thing, although Da Sinclair didn’t make Donald’s 39th endoskeleton, he was asked to revise some parts by the old man himself, Cecil Stedman. The reason being that Cecil wanted to make Donald much stronger than last time replacing actuators and adding more multifilients in certain places. He did it out of care but also knowing the questionably ethical methods he must take in order to keep Donald alive.

[freetheshit-outofyou]

10 May 1967 Astronaut Steve Austin crashed his experimental aircraft in the California desert sustaining catastrophic injuries. Injuries that required advanced science to repair him, rebuild him, into the worlds first bionic man. Enough with the silliness. On 10 May 1967 the wingless NASA research aircraft M2-F2 Lifting Body piloted by Bruce Peterson crashed during testing. Peterson suffered a fractured skull, facial injuries and lost an eye due to secondary infection in the hospital.

Peterson was commissioned as a U.S. Marine Corps 2nd LT in 1954 and left the Marines in 1960 to become a NASA aeronautical engineer and later a test pilot.

(Peterson with Star Trek actor James Doohan talking about the M2-D2 Lifting Body in 1967) During the 16th glide flight of the M2-F2 Lifting Body a landing accident caused the aircraft to cartwheel over and over destroying the craft and almost killing Peterson. This is the clip seen in the intro to the 1973 movie The Six Million Dollar Man and its spinoff TV series. Peterson also flew 17 flights of the M2-F1, two other M2-F2 flights and one HL-10 Lifting Body flight. Over his flight career he logged over 6,000 flight hours in 68 different aircraft such as the Douglas F5D-1 Skylancer, North American F-100 Super Sabre, Lockheed F-104 Starfighter, General Dynamics F-111 Aardvark, Boeing B-52 Stratofortress, Lockheed T-33 Shooting Star Variable Stability Trainer and many other aircraft. Bruce Peterson, passed 1 May 2006 at the age of 72 after a long illness.

[accio-victuuri]

xzwyb scifi AU by DanDl1ya 🌎

XZ is an engineer at the Bionic Man Research Institute, responsible for repairing Bionic Man No. 85. It was he who discovered the "data anomaly" of No. 85, that he had human emotions. When No. 85 had independent consciousness and drove the spaceship to the wilderness, he read the dream of the Bionic Man while searching the archives, and used it to locate the wilderness���� and personally retrieved it... And all this may have been designed by No. 85

[howlingday]

Penny: I'm afraid my memory of Beacon is fuzzy. I just came back from robotics repair workshop.

Neptune: Aha! I knew it! You're a robot, aren't you?!

Sun: Can I also be a robot? I think a bionic tail would make me look sexier.

Penny: I am not a robot. (Hiccups) I am a normal meat person like you. (Hiccups) I was in the robot repair shop because that is where I work.

Neptune: Oh... That actually makes more sense. What kind of robots do you repair?

Penny: Penny models.

[erenasia]

Project G1 : Chapter 1, Repairs.

This is an ongoing Series: Prologue Overview: Christian isn't very happy about your...accident. After discovering some unsettling news, you're alone for the night and after an accidental glance into the morgue, you begin to question things... ⊹₊⟡⋆ Tw: Toxic father Figure/ Mentalities. Mentions of corpses. Words: 2613

A/N: I have a backlog of six chapters (I am editing them as they go up!), so make sure to stick around if you liked this <3 I actually combined chapter 1/2 because nothing really happened in the first chapter originally. (I also do reqs btw!)

You cradle your detached arm and rush down the concrete stairs, mind racing.

Christian is going to fucking kill me.

Clearing the steps and walking into the dingy laboratory, your body makes an involuntary pause. 

This place always seems so much more grotesque after you spend time away from it.

In your usual hangout spot—the local town—, there are lush parks with benches to sit on, buildings with pristine interiors, coffee shops which procure the strong scent of espresso. 

Here on the other hand, the lab stands as a glaring contradiction. So much so in fact, it usually takes a moment to readjust. Each time you return, you often find yourself wondering how the people who live in the town would react if they were to enter the lab.

The damp air reeks of muted antiseptic, rusted metal and something vaguely organic, like mold. Clutter litters each surface in abundance while the metal operating tables are rusted, essentially standing tetanus traps.

You theorise their reaction wouldn’t be one of a positive nature.

What would they do upon seeing the grey tiled floor, a sprawling biohazard and blatant health violation? Or the rat traps in each corner of the room, a breeding ground for disease and infection? What’s more, how would they respond to the shelves crammed with books, vials and research documents— objects which you regularly fiddle with when Christian is away on one of his many trips? 

Most likely, they’d view those shelves as housing for the crazed scrawlings of a serial killer. One who stashes his diary entries with his various weapons for murder. 

You always come to the same conclusion with this hypothetical: 

They’d run for the hills.

You shrug off the grimy feeling and enter into the lab, now eyeing the ‘serial killer’ himself.

Currently seated at the dishevelled wooden research table, he scrawls his notes for the day on a jotter, surrounded by empty cups of coffee, painkillers and textbooks. He grumbles at your arrival and tosses the notepad hastily into the desk drawer beside him.

This doesn’t bother you, though; the man is always secretive about his projects. 

However, the scientist's calm demeanour vanishes almost immediately, the moment he sees what you are holding. 

A limp, detached, bionic arm. 

Fuck.

It has been less than a month since the previous replacement, and considering he was ‘less than pleased’ previously, this time around you know you’re swimming in deep waters. 

He grumbles. 

“Is it your hobby to destroy my precious technology that I’ve worked so hard on? A pastime, possibly?” 

The dark haired man shoots an accusatory glare over to you, his wrinkles creasing in between his thick brow as it furrows. Head hanging low, a sheepish mumble escapes your lips in response. 

“Look… I didn’t mean to. It was an accident.” 

The man rolls his eyes and stands from his desk. In turn, his heavy pockets filled with pens, drop with a ‘clack’, the noise barely masking the sound of him clicking his tongue in irritation. 

He approaches, and with various mutters from under his breath, gently takes the arm from your now struggling grasp.   

“It always is.” 

Your tongue is bitten in restraint; his snide comment does not go unnoticed. Your lips purse in aggravation whilst he retreats further into the room. 

He told me it was waterproof, no?

Your mind debates over his exact phrasing, convinced that the man is lying to you.

”Look, when I dipped it in the river, it shut down. I didn’t know it wasn’t waterproof. You told me it was.” 

He spins around to face you, the arm in all of its saddened glory now lying limp upon the operating table. His eyebrow raises in disbelief, matching an exasperated groan.

”Should I have replaced your brain with robotics too? Instead of just your organs? Maybe If I had, you'd have figured out the difference between something water resistant, and something waterproof, G1.”  

G1. 

The title causes acid to boil in your throat, while five fingers curl into a fist. 

That’s not my name, Jackass.

Your mind hurls silent insults at him, watching as he darts about the lab. 

Yes, Christian is your creator. Yes, G1 is your ‘official’ name.

But that doesn’t make hearing it any less bitter. You discussed this feeling with the man four years ago, and both you and Christian settled upon a new name. 

Now he only uses it when he either wants to get under your skin, or reprimand you.  

Recently, you discovered that parents refer to their children by their full names if they are really in trouble— and you now believe that’s what Christian has taken to doing— even if he isn’t biologically your father. On the subject of who is your dad;  neither of you are aware— but it’s a question that has caused countless nights to be restless. 

You swallow, watching the man sigh, then reach for his tools. If this isn’t a quick fix, you just know you’re going to be deep cleaning the lab until sundown. 

”I didn’t know there was a difference. I have amnesia, damnit, there’s some things I won’t know that others—“

A white gloved hand raises abruptly, cutting your sharpened words short, while a disgruntled groan follows shortly after. 

“Cut the attitude, and go retrieve the rice, (Y/N).” 

You pause, mouth slightly agape. It takes a moment, before you finally give in - choosing not to cause a bigger scene.  

“Rice, yeah? You mean the 3KG bag of rice I brought into the kitchen yesterday? The one for the emergency food supply?” 

Evidently becoming increasingly irritated with each rapid question, the gloved hand shoo’s you away frantically. 

“Yes, yes, that one. Be useful and go grab it.” 

Retreating to the nearby kitchen—  a small dingy room to the left of the entrance— you eye the rice sack sitting slumped by the kitchen cabinets. Then, Hoisting it over your shoulder with a grunt, you turn around, glancing at the piles of letters scattering the wallside kitchen table.

“He should really clear those letters out, they’ve been piling up for months now.”

With a brief headshake, you make your way back to the operating table. 

In your short absence, the bionic arm has been placed into a large plastic container, and is now waiting for your return beside an irritated short man tapping his foot. The sack hits the metal table with a thump, and with another passive aggressive remark Christian grasps it, tearing open the seal, emptying the contents into the container.

His eyes meet yours. 

“Please tell me, why, exactly, were you messing around in the river?” 

He dumps the now empty sack on the ground, his eyes still not leaving your own as they narrow; The man is already pre-empting a stupid reason. 

“… I saw a rock that looked like Ezra’s hair”.

The scientist shot you a deadpan look.

You responded with a sheepish smile. 

He wasn’t wrong about it being stupid.

⟡ ݁₊ .

(Y/N), 10:37 AM : Christian had me clean the rat traps again this morning. If I see one more rat today I will actually scream.

Ezra, 10:39 AM :  srsly? TF did u do this time?

(Y/N), 11:02 AM : Arm broke. Not my fault. Rock in river looks cool. The end.

Ezra, 11:15 AM : Moron.

(Y/N), 11:16 AM : Give me a break. The rock had the same colour scheme as your hair so I wanted to give it to you. Black with red bits in. 

Ezra, 11:32 AM : I take it back. I’d fcking kill 4 a rock like that. U get it? And did Chrizzy manage to fix it or are u fucked for a while?

(Y/N), 11:33 AM : He’d have a mental breakdown if he heard you call him that LOL. But nope, couldn’t reach it before arm died and disconnected. ‘Chrizzy’ managed to fix it somewhat with rice (don’t ask) but he’s gonna work on it properly later to restore some shit. It attaches fine for now though. 

Ezra, 11:34 AM : Rice FTW. RIP sick-ass rock. Use ur other arm next time, champ. 

⟡ ݁₊ .

The phone clatters against the operating table you’re sat upon as you carelessly throw it to the side, focusing instead on the TV above. The sound rouses the focused scientist beside you.  

“Ezra causing you grief again, I assume?” 

His statement garners a slight chuckle as you flick through each channel, waiting for one to ‘feel right’. All the while, The sun glares through the small and only window this lab has access to, beams unfortunately landing directly on the TV opposite. 

You squint, attempting to see past the glare on the screen.

“Yeah. He’s lucky I like him. I wouldn’t let anyone else bully me as much as he does. The guy is kind of a—” 

Christian cuts you off.

“—An Idiot? Someone to not be trusted? A man who is pointlessly reckless?”

A deadpan glare is thrown in the scientist’s direction, just as the sun hides behind a cloud.

”… a dork. He’s kind of a dork.”

The room quietens once more, the only noise coming from the rapidly changing TV channels on low volume. 

“I don’t trust him, (Y/N). You should never have become friends with him, and let him see you. It’s all well and good taking the necessary precautions outside, but with him around? All it takes is one slip up.” 

Peace once more interrupted, you purse your lips. Static sounds out as you flick to the one dead channel on the TV. 

“I already told you, he won’t slip up. He’s careful. Besides, what’s the alternative? Live here, read books, and be alone my entire life? I don’t want that.”

The remote switches to channel thirty-two. You usually like this one as it shows reality shows most of the time— but there’s just ads right now. You decide to skip. 

“I have already told you, (Y/N). I just need to figure out a way to get you introduced into society again so they will be comfortable with you. I have been working on this for—“

Your blood stills.

”Christian, shut up.”

”Excuse me?”

”I said, shut up. Look.” 

The volume is raised and you place the remote beside you, gesturing to the TV with your robotic arm. 

Forgetting about your attitude entirely, the scientist’s eyes grow wide as he takes in the information. The bold lettering of the headline runs across the screen, whilst a young reporter takes centre stage. 

Markson will be released later today, his parole being granted after 15 years. Previously charged with murdering two adults in their home, Markson states he wishes… 

The television shuts off, turned off at the plug.

Christian stands below it, his body slumped against the wall, his breathing rapid, his brown eyes almost black. 

“That’s the guy who…”

You mumble, swallowing thickly.

”The guy who murdered my parents. Yes, it is.”

He finishes, before rushing over to his desk and yanking open a wooden drawer. Finding what he was looking for, the man takes out a single cigarette and puts it to his lips, lights it, then takes a long, shaky drag.

He turns around to look at you.

Christian had quit smoking long ago, but you can’t blame him for needing one after hearing that; anyone would. Saying something, words of comfort, condolences, anything empathetic, wouldn’t be unusual for others in this situation—- but this was the two of you— in situations like this neither of you are competent. 

“I…” 

He cuts you off, a gloved hand raising for the second time in the last two days before it falls, swinging softly by his side. 

“I’m heading out. There are leftovers in the fridge. I will not be back tonight.”

⟡ ݁₊ .

Christian left a few hours ago and with nothing else to do, charging became the only option. Whilst you enjoy the naps and rest your human body allows, charging is more effective; Sure, after a few days in a row your brain slows to a grinding halt and shadow people make an appearance, but so what? Charging is exciting, and the first step out of the chamber is pure euphoria— it’s a feeling you just can’t replicate any other way, unfortunately. 

Stepping out onto the metal landing, your hands grasp for the towel on the railing alongside, grumbling as it drops to the floor. 

"Great. Dirty legs. Love it."

You shake your head as you pick it up once more, drying off your calves from the green plasma that swells in the bottom of the chamber, before turning and closing the glass entrance. 

Shaped like a large glass cylinder, the recharge chambers sit on a slightly elevated platform overlooking the rest of the lab— with yours thankfully tucked in the furthest corner away from Christian. You don’t like the idea of him being able to watch you ‘sleep’ and neither does he, so the one chamber that is entirely out of view? Perfect. 

There are four more chambers on the platform, seemingly for no reason; when asked, Christian shrugged and said it was some sort of ‘precaution’, and you didn’t feel the need to pry further. It was just another quirk of this place, another quirk of Christians. 

Briskly walking down the steps and grabbing your phone, you open up the messaging app. 

(Y/N) 7:04 PM: Christian is gone for the night, so you can come over. We could watch Catfish?

Knowing Ezra takes his sweet time with responses, you head towards the kitchen to heat up the leftovers, but pause; the door to the morgue is slightly ajar.

That's… unusual.

You walk by the kitchen, heading instead to the morgue entrance. 

Realistically, it was less of a morgue, more of a freezer. Unlike those seen on television shows, where each body has a separate rack, this one is just a very cold room, fit with a large metal table that stands in the centre, littered with frozen corpses dressed in white sheets. Evidently, it is important that the door remains closed, or else… Well, let’s just say, spoiled people do not smell good. 

Now at the entrance, you hover in the doorway, pushing the metal door open slightly further. 

Nothing looks off or out of place, and Jemima, Barry and David all lay in the exact same positions as they did last time you saw them. 

Shaking your head with a faint smile, the memory of the first time Christian brought a corpse home resurfaces; you freaked out, called him a murderer, and didn’t speak to him for two days. It wasn’t until he calmed you down, and informed you that he didn’t kill them, and that they were to cure the world of various horrific diseases, that you forgave him. 

Two years later, you have given the fresh corpses names, with Barry being your favourite. 

Ezra, 7:10 PM : ‘Can’t 2Nite soz. Elissa wants to go out on a date. Taking her somewhere nice 4 a change. Heat up some popcorn in my honour tho.’

The notification brings you back to reality. As you check your phone, slowly coming to the realisation you will sadly be alone for the evening, you pull the metal door closed, and step towards the kitchen once again. Yet, a small seed of uneasiness plants itself in your stomach; a thought breaks into your mind, one that— for some reason— you’d never thought about before now. 

Christian doesn’t kill them, no. But who does? And how is the supply so… regular? 

You shake away the doubt, knowing that there must be some reasonable explanation.

For now? A night of Catfish and popcorn, alone.

Next Chapter: Chapter 2

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[jurakan]

The BIONICLE world has a canonical...hell?

Oh yeah, that's A Thing. I had been toying with that as a Fun Fact, but I kind of assumed we were all like

But I'm happy to hear I can put this back on the slate! So! Today You Learned about Karzanhi!

In BIONICLE, the main inhabitants of the world are these worker fellows called the Matoran, (the people the Toa protect) and they need to keep working for their world to keep functioning (this seems dystopian to me, but the story kind of glosses over that).

The Matoran have this legend that if you're a very good little worker you're sent to Artakha, a divine workshop island kingdom ruled by an entity also known as Artakha. They would work in this ultimate workshop with Artakha to create cooler gadgets and buildings than anywhere else in the world.

But if you're a bad little worker, you're sent to Artakha's brother, Karzanhi. There bad little workers go to his dark kingdom, and are never seen again...

Obviously we have Heaven and Hell parallels here. In the actual story, most of the characters don't believe this is real. In one book, the heroes come across an evil vine creature that's named Karzanhi after the legend.

But then a bit later we find out that Karzanhi is totally real...

Except... he's kind of a doof. See, bad workers weren't sent to his kingdom as punishment, they were sent because Karzanhi's job is to fix them (these are bionic beings, remember?). The idea was Matoran who were bad workers because they needed some kind of repairs were sent to his kingdom for him to repair and send back. But Karzanhi was garbage at his job, so instead of sending them back after "repairing" them, he just sent them away, or kept them in his own kingdom. The reason Matoran never came back was because he was hiding his own shoddy work.

In fact, he also doesn't realize anything exists outside of his own work. When the heroes pass through his kingdom trying to get to the Plot, he doesn't believe that they're saving the world because as far as he knows, the world is just peachy! When he finds out from them how bad things are, he decides to take a hand in world events himself. And predictably, screws things up even worse.

[He also eventually gets a set that looks nothing like his illustration, because mutation shenanigans, but whatever.]

So yeah! BIONICLE Hell! If you ever see me use 'WTK' that stands for "What the Karzanhi?" We in the BIONICLE fandom used it back on BZPower.