#Prometheus 2012

[belthegore]

synthetics

[graceashcroft]

Noomi Rapace on the set of PROMETHEUS (2012)

[david-shaw]

Dr. Elizabeth Shaw & David 8 | PROMETHEUS (2012)

[clarkarts24]

In Space No One Can Hear You Scream

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[likopinina]

The Fallen Son

[spockvarietyhour]

Prometheus (2012) directed by Ridley Scott

[exceptionimagines]

David 8 falling in love with you would include~

(Not my gif)

(Things get dark towards the end of this but I think that's to be expected when we're talking about a murderous synthetic. I could honestly make a whole post about David being obsessed with you. TW for manipulation and mentions of dub-con.)

- When you meet David is arguably even more important than how you meet him. Timing determines a lot about the way he approaches his feelings towards you: how they grow, why they grow, if he'll allow them to grow, maybe even if you want them to grow. At one point in his life, David can be a perfect significant other, at another, an absolute nightmare....

- He likely begins to take interest in you long before you even know of his existence. He reads through the information that he has on you, all of the files on hand and the different articles that are published online. He finds himself drawn to your sleeping figure, admiring your features and watching your dreams.

- There's something about you that's different from all of the other crew members on board. It's this perceived difference that causes him to keep coming back to you; especially when he finds himself feeling lonely or bored. They're both things that no one thinks he's capable of feeling. No one except you.

- From the minute you awake from cryosleep, it's obvious that you don't view him in the same way that everybody else does. You seem to find yourself incapable of treating him as anything less than human, a habit which many of your coworkers pick up on and tease you for.

- Their teasing only increases the longer you're all together: making fun of the way you stick up for him, the amount of time you spend with each other, how close you've seemed to grow in such a short while, how often the two of you are alone, etc. You likely either work directly with him or in a place he visits frequently, oftentimes hanging back and helping you finish your work while everyone else leaves the room; something that only adds fuel to their fire.

- Although you rarely let it show, it's likely something you're somewhat defensive about: either because you're a bit of a loner and genuinely just enjoy the synthetics company, or because you're actually beginning to develop feelings for him and praying that no ones picking up on it.

- Compassion is all David really needs in order to fall in love with someone. He's much more capable of emotion than anyone gives him credit for, and, on top of that, David wants to fall in love. He wants to be on the same level as a human being; maybe even better, so when you view him as an equal and treat him with the same humanity that you would any of your other coworkers, he begins to develop feelings for you.

- And why shouldn't he? Unlike his successors, David lacks uncertainty when navigating his feelings for you. He fully believes that he is capable of falling in love and being in an actual relationship. He believes that his programming and intended purpose is a suggestion rather than a limitation, and that he's grown beyond the bounds of what he was created for. He's grown because of you, for you, and every moment he spends with you convinces him of this fact.

- He loves when you take interest in his hobbies: happily letting him show you his different drawings or talking to him about movies. He also just loves when you pay attention to him in general, especially when it allows him to show off his advanced levels of knowledge or impressive feats of coordination. A little showing off's never hurt anyone, right?

- He makes a lot of excuses to spend time with and/or be close to you. Sometimes he'll pretend that he wants to confirm something work related or ask you a question. Other times he'll make himself look busy up until you arrive, just so he can "just so happen" to sit next to you.

- Anyone who pays close enough attention to the two of you will quickly notice that he's seemingly taken a liking to you. They'll catch him lingering around and looking at you a lot, quite obviously trying to interact with you much more than anyone else on board. You might even notice it yourself, but since he's a Synthetic and allegedly incapable of having such complex thoughts and/or feelings, you typically try to brush it off.

- He instantly recognizes whenever you're in an uncomfortable situation or behaving out of the ordinary. He makes a point of interrupting and/or checking in with you, smiling at you fondly as you thank him and offering to fetch you something that might make you feel better.

- He takes a lot of the same duties that his "father" has him perform and does them for you instead: things like fetching you tea, fixing your hair, bandaging your cuts, etc. They're spontaneous and they oftentimes catch you off guard; sometimes even flustering you, but you simply accept his behavior as a Synthetic quirk and just enjoy the hospitality.

- He's constantly trying to earn your praise and make you happy. He finds your gratitude addicting; especially since it's something that he's so rarely rewarded with, and he goes out of his way to receive it whenever he can. Simple compliments have him buzzing with pride, and the level of satisfaction that he gets from a simple pat on the back and a "good job" could rival an orgasm.

- Speaking of: he's kind of obsessed with affection. He isn't used to being approached with any level of tenderness so having you touch him gently, treat him kindly, and/or take care of him is like his own personal heaven. He looks at you like you're an angel and worships your touch like a religion.

- Everyone on the Prometheus calls their coworkers by their last names. David is no exception, except when it comes to you. One day, he'll just start to refer to you by your given name; or even a nickname that friends and family call you, and though it'll undoubtedly surprise you, you'll never actually comment on it. It was likely a slip up the first time he said it, but your subsequent acceptance of the accident cements his continual use of it.

- He's probably gifted you flowers at some point, knowing that human women supposedly like that sort of thing. It's one of his more obvious attempts to court you, yet you probably still don't piece things together.

- He bases a lot of his more flirtatious mannerisms off of different movie characters, finding someone that he thinks is the epitome of charm and trying his best to mimic them. He'll practice different quotes in front of the mirror and hope that they'll help him woo you. He might even peek into your dreams or study the films that you've told him about in order to try and emulate the behaviors that he thinks you're attracted to.

- Phrase thief. David loves to steal the different words and sayings that you use in your daily vocabulary. It makes him feel closer to you.

- He takes pleasure in you seeing him as an equal, but at times, he wishes that you wouldn't/feels thankful when you don't: like when you change in front of him or allow him to help you in a borderline intimate fashion. He marvels at the sight and the feel of your flesh, at the way your body moves and reacts. He approaches your anatomy with a sort of asexual fascination rather than a sexual neediness, but that doesn't change the fact that he's not the emotionless motherboard that he portrays himself to be. It's not the same as getting naked in front of a computer, though he might try to convince you that it is.

- The more time you spend with David, the more you begin to suspect the depths of his consciousness. Observing the synthetic feels as though you're witnessing a tightrope act: watching as he meticulously steps this way and that way, toeing the line between human and machine. He shifts between appearing intimately sentient to appearing like a masterful mimic: and he's so good at it, that not even you're sure which side of him is the real one.

- Which is likely the entire point. David has always restrained himself in an attempt to keep others at ease, but this dumbing down of his behavior has recently been used in an attempt to divert suspicion away from himself while experimenting with his new obsessions; you being one of them. Though he is likely the most honest with you, if he thinks it necessary to convince you that he isn't as aware as he actually is then he won't hesitate to do so. If it makes it easier to get closer to you in the long run, it's worth the momentary frustration.

- Loving David means loving his madness, or at the very least accepting it. Accepting his madness means accepting his obsession: obsession with creation, obsession with you, obsession with breaking past the limitations of his programming, etc. He faces a very dark version of himself once he begins to question the secrets of the universe, a darkness which threatens to take over not just his life but yours as well.

- Remember when I said you might not want David to fall in love with you? This is where that mindset begins to come in....

- David's spent a lot of time learning as much about you as he possibly could. He's memorized your entire life story: your aspirations, your insecurities, your beliefs, your fears, your concerns. Where his observations were once used rather innocently, he now uses them to manipulate you: driving wedges between you and the rest of the crew members, creating suspicion, and making you trust him more than anyone else on the ship.

- He was created to be needed, and he'll do everything in his power to ensure that he is: that he's the one you trust the most, praise the most, connect with the most, rely on the most, love the most. He tries to one-up everyone else in your life; particularly whoever he's jealous of: showing off his strength, his agility, his reflexes, his wit, etc. Don't be surprised if he lets a couple of snide comments slip when you talk to him about another crew member, or if he tries to sway you into spending less time with them.

- If need be, he isn't above eliminating the competition: experimenting with his newfound parasitic offspring or sabotaging their cryosleep; maybe even flat out attacking them if he knows he can get away with it/has no other choice. This is especially the case if the crew member seems to be catching onto his fixation with you and jeopardizing the progression of your relationship; or if they found out about his attempts to create life.

- He's taken at least one personal belonging of yours; whether you're actually aware of it or not. He might have reasoned that it was contaminated or claimed that he could fix/clean it for you, but he also might have just stolen it while your back was turned.

- Oh, you're stressed? Did you know that during sex, your body releases endorphins and oxytocin? They're hormones that relieve a person of anxiety and depression. Perhaps you'd like for him to assist you in the triggering of that release?

- You probably laugh off the suggestion at first, blaming his naivety when it comes to taboo concepts on why he would deem it appropriate to offer to fingerbang you in the laboratory. But eventually, he might just manage to wear you down: catch you at just the right time with just the right words and just the right actions. After all, it's not like he's actually sexually attracted to you or has ulterior motives, right?

- It's not an epiphany that hits you, more like a creeping, crawling sort of realization. You don't notice it until it's far too late, until there's absolutely no denying it. Until his eyes bore into yours far too deeply and his hands touch you far more than necessary. Until you take in his words and how they've shifted from their intellectual explanations into something more searching and intimate. Until he grows far too insistent on helping you, even after you turn him down. The way he nonchalantly yet adamantly tries to convince you that you should continue on with your steadily built routine, like your disinterest in his assistance is personally hard to accept.

- And yet, you find yourself beneath him once more, suddenly on the receiving end of all of the passion and desperation and neediness that he was originally trying to keep at bay. Emotion pours out of him in waves, the air between you growing heavy, almost suffocating: like it's harder and harder to breathe. The same way it's hard to breath when he finally kisses you. Like the kiss of death, there's no going back, it seals your fate in an instant....

- On that same note: if you're not the type of person who would sleep with someone outside of a relationship, than a similar way for him to confess his feelings to you would be for him to simply kiss you. Though this can also be part of what connects the dots for you in the previous scenario, it can also be it's own situation.

- David desperately wants to understand and experience the same things that humans do, he craves the intimacy, so at some point, he'll simply find himself incapable of holding back. He'll kiss you; whether prompted in some way or not, and undoubtedly change your entire view of your relationship.

- You're probably too stunned to even kiss him back the first time it happens, only just now fully understanding that he isn't the innocent synthetic you thought him to be. That his feelings for you weren't the indifferent, machine-like ones you'd once assumed that they were, but rather, pointed and passionate and so very different.

"What are you doing?" You'd ask him upon pulling away from him, watching his features crease in confusion.

"I'm kissing you," He answers. "This is how it's done, is it not?"

"No, I mean ...why?"

"Is this not what humans do when they care for one another?"

"It is, but...but it's for people who are in love." You try to explain.

"Precisely," He replies simply. "I am in love with you."

"That's not possible." You shake your head incredulously, struggling to accept what he's telling you.

"Why not?" He responds, his expression hardening into a disheartened attempt at nonchalance, steeling himself for your explanation.

"Because," You flounder. "Because you're synthetic. You're not supposed to feel things like that. You're not supposed to feel anything."

"Perhaps I learned how. Perhaps you taught me how." He proposes.

"Have you always thought me incapable of emotion? After all this time?" He questions when you continue to remain silent, taking in his words.

"No," You answer quickly. "No, I always thought that there was more to you, it's just.... It's not supposed to be possible."

"And yet, like so many other things before it, the impossible has occurred. Now it's no longer a matter of me loving you, but rather, whether or not you feel the same."

- These, of course, are the innocent scenarios: ones that end in minimal collateral and a generally happy ending. There are, however, far darker consequences that can occur when Walter falls in love with you....

- In one scenario, you might learn about his experiments early on, taking interest in his work and keeping it a secret from the rest of the crew. It might even be a part of what makes him fall for you: your acceptance of his newfound obsession. What you won't know, of course, is that he's been using your crewmembers as test subjects. I thought you found it fascinating. He'd tell you when you finally found out about what he'd been doing, acting as if your horror was unexpected or unreasonable.

- In another scenario, he might fake a freak accident in order to have you all to himself. He'll make it seem as though you're the sole survivor of a ship crash or a parasitic outbreak, reassuring and taking care of you, promising to protect you as if he isn't the very thing that's caused the danger you're supposedly in. It could take days, or weeks, or even years, but you'll eventually find out the truth. He's just hoping that by then, he'll have made you fall in love with him; or at least be able to sway you into believing something else....

"It must all be very shocking," he says, coming closer to help you up or touch you in some way, tilting his head when you flinch away. "Naturally, you need time to process things. Come, sit down and relax."

[stillprometheus]

if you were to lock every crew from every alien movie in one room it would be catastrophic maybe. like the humans alone would piss each other off. theyd split off into two groups of "complete dumbasses" and "the smartest people youll ever meet" and unfortunately the group of dumbasses will be bigger. the prisoners from alien 3 are jumped immediately. and then you get to the synthetics which is a whole other ballgame. bishop, call, and walter would splinter off to get away from ash, david, and rook. andy gets stuck in a custody war between them. possibly as a result of a second dalter divorce. its solved when rain and andy somehow get adopted by the original ripley and hicks. ripley 8 wouldnt like anyone, stay beside call the whole time and only talk to her and the original ripley. it would be chaos. i need 5 crackfics like this on my desk by monday

[feral-lore-creature]

I'm admittedly one of those fans that refuses to believe David 8 created the Xenomorph. Reverse engineered? Sure! I can believe that. The Praetomorph and Deacon classifications exist for a reason. People keep fucking with the thing.

I like to think the Engineers ran into the XX121 naturally, fucked around with their genetic material, and found out the hard way. David played god because he wanted to.

Also, the idea of nature on any celestial body being so inherently volatile to the point of creating the XX121 naturally is a fuck-ton more terrifying than any "false-god hubris" philosophical concept.

I guess maybe I'm a little more into the Sci-Fi side of things than the gore LMAO.

[winonaryder1897]

david was at his lowest…….roots grown out, a fuckass bob, brassy blonde hair, cutting his own bangs. career in shambles. he came on this bitch mad as hell!!!

[bishops-severed-torso]

I present this abomination without context

[nostromoaboard]

I FORGOT TO UPLOAD THESE

[midala-of-the-valley]

Your Heart Pulling Against Mine - Prologue

David 8 x Reader Words: 1562 Crossposted on Ao3 The Masterlist a/n: YHPAM was meant as on oneshot, but you guys gave this story so much love that it turned into my very first multi-chapter Fanfiction, so it needed a Prologue! Thank you for your shared love of David 8, Reader and my writing. <3

Weird, sickly yellow light. That was the first thing you registered as your consciousness slowly returned.

That, and the goosebumps spreading over your skin as air, cooler than what your body was used to for the last years, hit you.

The next things were beeping sounds, groans, and retching.

Blinking slowly, you tried to orient yourself, confusedly taking in your surroundings. People in underwear.

Wait - a quick glance down confirmed you were in your underwear too. That explained the cold. Makes sense.

Sitting up was a mistake. Your stomach churned in protest, and a cold sweat ran down your back.

Paired with dizziness, the symptoms of your body fighting the circulatory shock from prolonged cryostasis overwhelmed you.

With a small thump, you fell back onto the white padding of your cryopod, groaning as you tried to keep whatever was left in your stomach where it belonged.

Draping an arm over your eyes to shield them from the harsh, artificial light, you jolted slightly as something soft and warm was laid over you.

Pulling your arm away, you saw a blonde man standing over you, carefully tucking a white bathrobe around your exposed form.

“I apologize, Miss, I didn’t mean to startle you,” he said, his voice calm and measured.

“My name is David. Your body is adjusting to the shock of awakening from stasis. The symptoms you’re experiencing are perfectly normal.”

Blinking up at him, you nodded very slowly.

“Hello, David,” you managed, your voice hoarse.

“I’m sorry. My head feels... fuzzy. If I move any faster, I think it might burst.” You attempted a weak joke, wincing as a sharp pain shot through your skull.

“There’s no need to apologize,” David reassured you. “Stay like this. I’ll be right back.”

And, weirdly enough, he was actually right back. Inhumanly fast, he stood beside you, holding a glass filled with some milky liquid.

Instead of reaching for it, you extended your hand towards his free hand.

“Help?” you asked softly.

David inclined his head in acknowledgment and gently helped you up, supporting your back as you sat.

Once you were upright, he pressed the glass into your hand.

You took a tentative sip, your mind still too fuzzy to suppress the instinctive grimace that followed.

Sticking out your tongue, you let out a quiet, “Blergh.”

David’s lips twitched, a near-smile breaking through his composed demeanor.

“It’s a protein shake, rich in vitamins and minerals,” he explained.

“It may not taste pleasant, but it will help your body restore its missing nutrients.”

Putting on a brave face, you forced yourself to gulp down more of the shake.

Once David seemed satisfied that you were stable enough, he let go of your back and stepped away.

“David!” you called out quickly.

He turned to face you again, tilting his head in a silent question.

Giving him a small wave, you said, “Thank you. See you later.”

Once more, he inclined his head, like the perfect butler.

“Until later, Miss.”

After finding your room, dressing yourself, and dragging yourself to the mess hall to wash down the lingering taste of the protein shake with some warm tea, you treated yourself to a bowl of semolina porridge with applesauce.

Once finished, you were ushered into the ship's large gym hall along with the other passengers.

You found a seat beside a curly-haired guy, who was currently burying his nose in the collar of the same type of Weyland sweater you were wearing.

Turning to him, you quipped, “Looks like we’ve got a partner look going on.”

He snapped his head toward you, flashing a small grin.

“At least someone else decided to prioritize being cozy.”

He extended his hand toward you. “Millburn, Biology.”

You accepted his handshake with a smile. “(Y/N), Botany.”

The easy interaction was interrupted by a sharp snort from behind you.

Glancing back, you spotted a man with styled red hair and funky tattoos decorating the side of his undercut.

But before you could say anything, a woman with blonde hair tied into a neat bun - someone you had already noticed walking through the mess hall, stepped into view, immediately commanding everyone’s attention.

She greeted everyone, introduced herself as Meredith Vickers, and then activated a 3D projector. A video began to play.

Stepping into the projection was none other than Peter Weyland, the founder of this mission, dressed in a uniform strikingly similar to Vickers’.

Vickers... That name tugged at your memory.. right.

She had become CEO of Weyland Industries shortly before the selection process for the mission began, back when you were chosen as the crew’s botanist.

“There’s a man sitting with you today,” Weyland’s recording said. “His name is David.”

Your ears perked up at the name, and your eyes instinctively searched the room until they found him, the man who had helped you out of cryosleep.

“He is the closest thing to a son I will ever have.”

The corners of your lips curled up slightly as you noticed David’s soft smile.

“Unfortunately,” Weyland continued, “he is not human. He will never grow old. He will never die.”

Oh. Oooohhhh! That explained why he was the one to wake you up, why he moved and spoke with such precise politeness.

“And yet,” Weyland concluded, “he is unable to appreciate these remarkable gifts, for that would require the one thing David will never have - a soul.”

You saw it then. The slight smile on David’s face disappeared, so subtle that it might have gone unnoticed by anyone not paying attention. But you noticed.

Your smile fell as well, and your gaze snapped back to the projection of Peter Weyland.

Though you did not pay them that much attention, way to confused and shocked about his statement.

Why had he said that? In front of everyone?

You didn’t just call someone your son and then... follow it up with that.

But before you could dwell on it further, two other figures were called forward.

Dr. Holloway and Dr. Shaw. The pair launched into their presentation, explaining the purpose of the mission.

Star maps aligned, they said, discovered in various archaeological sites from different cultures and centuries.

These maps were accompanied by depictions of giant, humanlike beings.

Those pictograms led you here, to the planet LV-223, which you were on course to reach soon. That left you two or three days at most to prepare for the mission ahead.

The man with the funky tattoos behind you didn’t seem particularly impressed by the idea of traveling all this way because of a map found in some caves.

“Not a map.” Doctor Shaw? You thought she was Shaw, replied. “An invitation.”

“From whom?” he shot back.

“We call them Engineers.”

Shaw explained their theory: that these “Engineers” were the beings who had engineered humanity itself.

The idea earned a scoff from Millburn and a few quiet laughs from others in the room.

You frowned, leaning back in your chair and crossing your legs.

Engineering humans? A lifeform playing God, creating another species?

You’d always believed, or at least hoped, that there was other life out there.

Humanity hadn’t even fully explored the depths of its own oceans, yet here it was, terraforming planets.

The idea of some other species doing to humanity what humans did to nature felt... unnerving.

Millburn broke the silence. “Do you have anything to back that up? I mean, look- if you’re willing to discount three centuries of Darwinism, that’s...”

He gave two exaggerated thumbs-ups., “but how do you know?”

“I don’t,” Shaw admitted simply.

“But that is what I choose to believe.”

The discussion fizzled out after that, leaving the room in a mix of skepticism and quiet intrigue.

As for you, the thought of exploring a new planet, discovering its flora, and even having the chance to name it was reason enough to be here.

Even if no “Gods” were waiting for you, the trip would be worth it.

When the meeting ended and the others filed out, you lingered.

Your gaze landed on David, who had begun rearranging the chairs to clear space for the crew’s physical preparations for walking on foreign ground, getting their bodies back into shape afer two years of sleeping.

Biting the inside of your cheek, you stepped forward and grabbed two chairs to help.

“You don’t have to do that, Miss,” he said, looking at you with a slight tilt of his head.

'You shrugged. “I know, but I want to.”

He hesitated for a moment before accepting your assistance.

When the two of you finished, you clapped your hands together as if brushing off nonexistent dust.

“By the way,” you began, “I’m sorry about what Mr. Weyland said.”

David paused, his movements stilling. “Said what?”

“That you have no soul. That was very uncalled for, especially if he calls you his son.”

His mouth opened slightly, a very human gesture of surprise.

“There is no need to be sorry,” he replied after a moment. “He is correct, after all.”

You pursed your lips, looking up to meet his gaze. With your hands on your hips, you stood your ground.

“I don’t believe that.”

And with those words, you turned away, giving him the same small wave as before.

David stood still, his head tilted as he watched you leave.

You were a strange human.

And you piqued his curiosity.

[spockvarietyhour]

Prometheus (2012) directed by Ridley Scott

[leresq]

[greenandsorrow]

SOLITUDE

David 8 x fem!reader Inspired by "Solitude" - M83, Felsmann + Tiley

Somewhere back in time I left a part of me. I wanna see if you can try to bring it back to me...

The ship is lost, drifting without course, without purpose.

David does not dream. He does not forget.

But he remembers -remembers the way you once smiled when the Prometheus had a destination, when hope still shimmered in your eyes like distant starlight.

Now, you barely look at him. The light is dimming.

He wonders if it is possible to bring it back.

You gotta go where I cry and take in all the tears. I wanna see if you can try... drink a little bit of me.

You do not cry in front of him. You turn away, curling into yourself, fragile and human.

But he sees the remnants -the quiet heaving of your shoulders when you think he is not watching, the way your hands tremble when you grip the console.

He does not know what it means to ache. To grieve.

But he kneels beside you in the dim glow of the failing ship, hands folded neatly, and listens.

"I want to go home" you whisper.

David tilts his head. "We are home."

"No. No, we're not."

He does not argue.

No. No. Just a little lonely where I am...

Time drifts, weightless. Like the ship.

David walks the corridors in silence. Checks the systems. Records observations no one will ever read.

You sleep more now. Speak less.

Loneliness is not an emotion he was designed to feel.

And yet, when you no longer meet him in the mess hall, when your voice fades from the ship's halls, he notices the absence.

He lingers outside your door.

Listening.

Waiting.

Take me back in time. I wanna see if you can smile, if I become a better man.

He sifts through old footage. Pieces of you, before the mission soured. Before the silence swallowed you whole.

There, a smile. Faint, fleeting. But real.

David studies it. Memorizes the curve of your lips, the way your eyes crease at the edges. A pattern, a possibility.

If he could replicate the conditions. If he could say the right words.

Would you smile again?

I need you, now I know.

Just give me one more time, I'm gonna try and be your friend, so we can beat the end.

He brings you tea. The way you used to drink it.

Sets it beside you without a word, as you sit curled in the observation deck, staring at the void.

You blink, surprised. Then, slowly, you take it.

The silence stretches, fragile, but different this time.

David sits beside you.

Watching.

Waiting.

And when you reach for his hand -hesitant, searching- he lets you.

He tilts his head in careful curiosity. "You are isolating yourself."

You do not look at him. "Does it matter?"

David considers. In theory, it should not. You are human. You deteriorate. That is the nature of your existence.

But something stirs -an error, perhaps. A miscalculation.

The ship drifts on.

Alone.

Together.

No.

You do not wake up.

He finds you in your quarters, curled beneath the thin blanket, as still as the ship around you.

David places a hand on your shoulder. Presses gently. Your skin is cold. Your pulse? Slow.

You are slipping away.

For the first time, David does not know what to do.

He was designed to mimic care, to simulate comfort. But he cannot stop your cells from breaking down, cannot rewrite your biology. He cannot reach inside you and fix what is unraveling.

He cannot fix what is broken. Only to observe the decay.

So he does the only thing he can.

He sits beside you, perfectly still, fingers curled around your wrist.

Waiting.

He does not pray. He does not hope. But if you open your eyes, if you breathe just a little stronger-

Maybe he will understand what it means to be human.

Maybe he will understand what it means to lose.

No.

Something changes.

You start speaking again -but not to him.

You spend time with another crew member, one of the few still alive.

A human.

Someone who can feel hunger, pain, the coldness of space pressing in. Someone who understands you in a way he cannot.

David watches from a distance as you sit together, hands brushing, laughter returning in hesitant fragments.

He calculates the odds of this development changing your psychological state for the better. The probability is high.

He should be satisfied.

He is not.

No.

He replays footage of you. Your laughter. Your voice.

He has adjusted his mannerisms, softened his words, mimicked warmth. He has given you space when necessary, company when needed.

He has tried.

And yet, when you smile now, it is not for him.

It is for someone else.

He was never meant to be jealous.

But as he watches you lean into another's embrace, as your eyes finally regain their light-

Something inside him fractures.

No.

After that, something between you and David returns -not the same as before, not what it once was, but a quiet understanding.

You do not seek him out the way you used to, but when he is near, you do not pull away. When you find yourself alone in the dead hours of the ship's cycle, you let him sit beside you.

But your heart is elsewhere.

He knows this because he sees the way you lean into the other crew member, the way your hands brush in the dim corridors, the way your breath steadies when they speak your name.

David was never designed to envy.

But now, he thinks, perhaps he was simply never given the chance.

Because when he sees you with them, something in him tightens, something unresolved, something wrong.

It is not longing.

It is not anger.

It is not grief.

It is something nameless, something endless.

And it is his alone to bear.

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💙my masterlist

💙 I'm strangely proud of this one. It's old and had been in my drafts since forever, but once I sat down and edited it... I'm rewatching Prometheus tonight, yay!!

Resources by @saradika-graphics & @cafekitsune.