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halfadoginatank · 3 months

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RE:BOOTING, Awakening.

Part one-> Here.

Have fun!

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There are three things John believes in. The divine, The machine, and The flesh.

His own body has been over, under, twisted around this conglomerate of parts for months. People have called, texted, mailed him for Christ's sake. But there's nothing more important than feeling unforgiving metal bend under his human hands.

Ghost is a machine so broken and tragic, John cries when he's alone with it.

he forgets there's a human inside of there, forgets though always passively aware of the chip in the machine's name where he works around it. When he's welding metal together, wiring it, staring into its chassis with adoration and wonder, he neglects the fact there is a human ‘soul’ in there, waiting to wake up.

John's never been dead, he doesn't know what the real man inside the metal feels.

But he longs, he wants to shove more than his hands inside this robot. This Replicant, he wants to become one with it, in a body he's created himself. In his hazy mind he believes there's god inside this machine, because there is some god in everything and in him, and he is inside this machine, bits of himself- his handiwork, his blood, his sweat, the tears from drunk nights sobbing over a machine while he tells it things he could never admit to himself.

It takes his time, his sleep, his awareness away from the world. There's a bottle of medication right by his night stand and everyday he avoids it, he's so focused now. There's never been anything else like this, like peeling the synthetic skin away from metal and improving what couldn't fix itself. John doesn't want to lose any attention he has on this machine.

Days and nights pass, he prolongs the inevitable, making tiny worthless upgrades, small details, painting back some of Simon Rileys tattoos onto the cold dark grey metal, they barely show up unless in the right lighting but who cares? Anything but turning it back on, anything but having the man inside look upon John and see what he's done, to see him, see inside John's head and every thought he's had while inside him.

John hopes robotic bodies don't hold memories, he hopes when a Replicant's body is turned off that they can't see anything, can't hear anything, he hopes Simon is sleeping well in whatever realm of data his soul is in now. He doesn't want to be seen, he just wants to work. Free to love and care for things that feel nothing at all.

When he turns this machine on it will cease to be just that, it'll be a person. A person who will look down at themselves, call it good, and never see him again.

He'll be letting go of the best thing he's ever made, he'll be letting go Ghost.

[«»]

Time catches up anyway. He sends the email and they respond in kind. A week from now John Price, Kyle Garrick, and Kate Laswell will arrive at his office, So it's time. John will turn the ‘key’ and Simon will wake up.

When he does, for a brief moment he considers a gift from god- there is silence. Those brown eyes blink open, the synthetic skin on his face and neck pull when he turns his head, scrunches when he sniffs the air. John has never felt so… unsure of what he's done.

“Where am I?” Simon's head pulls up, he rattles against the metal table, john looks down in shame and purses his lips- unable to really make anything of his own doing.

“Where the hell am I?!?” Simon rattles again, John looks away from the restraints on him in guilt.

Simon continues his questioning, his flailing, John can only hope it'll end soon so he can get a word in- maybe explain. But in truth, how could he explain being reborn into a machine?

The sounds grow closer and John makes nothing of it until a towering figure blocks every inch of his vision.

Of course, he would make Ghost inhumanly strong, and of course he would fail to make proper restraints.

“Who are you, what orders were you given?”

Simon's face looked down at him, that face he had painfully put onto a plate he 3D printed just so he could keep it as accurate to what few pictures he was given. Scars and everything, even those tiny freckles he hand painted on- exactly where they should be.

Orders, right, orders are much easier to explain.

“You're aware of what a replicant is, yea?”

God let him keep his eyes anywhere but on the man in front of him.

“Captain Price, your superior; found you dying in Texas of all places- put you in a very old Replicant soldier body that was beat up and declared a spare.”

John thanked whatever gods out there that Simon had taken steps back to sit on the table, the table with broken leather straps- Christ above.

“He came to me to fix you up the best I could, so I did. Fix you, I mean.”

He felt… tired, John didn't bother explaining even more. couldn't really think beyond the sudden wave of exhaustion. Instead he sat down at his closest chair and bemoaned some of the papers and parts Simon had stepped on.

There's a giant silent expanse between them, John yearns for cold metal with no gaze to freeze him solid.

“When am I on active duty.”

John bites his tongue, goes for a cup of coffee on his desk he knows is cold.

“Price is coming around with the rest of the squad in three days, presumably he'll move you and you'll be in their care.” He can't keep the bitterness out of his voice.

Simon is prone to one word responses and direct questions, John shouldn't blame him for it. He doesn't, not really, he blames himself most of all. For getting involved with a Replicant, for spending what little sleep he got at its bedside, for whispering his secrets into a hollow skull.

“And you?”

Oh, John doesn't know. What does anyone do when losing a part of themselves?

“I'll move on to other projects- military always has issues with something, once someone gets word about who patched you up, i'll get more orders. I do good for myself.”

He wants to brag, he wants to brag and act like Ghost isn't the best thing he's worked on in his life.

“Right.”

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In the end those three days are spent in silence. Simon only needs to recharge really, so John goes back to sleep in his bed. The world has never felt colder.

He's not listening to their reunion, not really. Price is happy to see Simon again and Garrick makes his introduction- he's charming and John finds he likes the people in this squad, it's certainly better then some.

Laswell is who he spends most of the time with, there's papers and documents of all kinds. John wants to poke fun at them using ancient methods like a paper contract but he's still so tired.

In truth, the only thing that really catches his attention is when Price turns to him and asks him, John Mactavish, to join the one-four-one.

It's been years since he'd been on a military base, he shriveled at the thought of shitty “laboratories” and rec rooms full of people that became uninterested in him once he spoke about what he was truly passionate about.

He lays down his clauses, he'll work here, loath to change his environment.

There's a secret glee inside of him though. Proper gym equipment, maybe the opportunity to work on more specialized robotics then just his usual contract allows. When he says yes, Kate slides his contract from under the one he just signed.

Quietly it feels like fate.

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👍I take my leave.

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francesminos-tt · 7 months

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Prompt: Soulmate AU where your born with, or get, some kind of identifying marking(s). When you touch your soulmate, there is a bond. You are able to feel any strong emotions that your soulmate feels. If a person gets sick, feels pain or dies, the same thing happens to their soulmate. Joffrey and Daeron are soulmates, but that doesn't mean they love each other. They are forced to get married (and touch each other - the bond for some is a gift and for others it is a punishment- because the bond makes them desperate to touch their other half, Denial of touching your soulmate causes pain in both, for one year the linked souls cannot be separated by long distances, there is a discussion of doubtful consent because they both feel sexual desires and sex is more of an unhealthy necessity of the first year of soul bonding than real pleasure. Joffrey and Daeron try to deal with this in their lives. It's painful and distressing, everyone around them celebrates and celebrates, but they both feel unhappy. Joffrey hates knowing that all his life he will depend on Daeron - someone he doesn't know, someone he doesn't love - He hates the prison that bonding is. Daeron also feels like a prisoner, he doesn't understand how this is considered a blessing from the seven. Joffrey and Daeron constantly wonder how cruel the bond can be to those who don't love each other.

some scenes I thought you might write about them; -if you wish and I hope so-

1 - They are young boys between 19-14 years old, meaning they are sometimes stupid and immature. At some point they may have had a fight and forced themselves to stay away from each other more than is "acceptable" It's a fight to see who is the most stubborn and can stay away the longest, but it goes wrong because one of them faints (I thought of Joffrey) quickly they are placed on the bed next to each other and are forced to touch each other to calm the pain and we have a CRYING Joffrey because he really hates being so helpless about this.

2 - Or we can have a scene of how their nightly routine works, the embarrassment and the longing to touch someone you have no real feelings for. I can imagine Joffrey being unashamed of his nakedness (it's not like Daeron hasn't already seen every part of Joffrey's body)

3 - They've been married for a while and are slowly learning to love each other like Daeron accompanying Joffrey to the training camp silently and just admiring his husband

Of course, you can feel free to write whatever you want or change anything (like their age or how the bond works) I don't care, I just want to read these sad puppies who can't stay away from each other and maybe add sad sex if you want too lol

Joffrey’s mark was half of a dragon wing behind his ear, on the small patch of sensitive skin. His mother found it when she was washing his hair. At first Rhaenyra thought it was just a rash, maybe an irritation, but she soon realized she couldn’t be more wrong.

It was a soulmate mark. Her little boy was blessed with a soulmate, a rare gift given by gods. She burst into tears after the family doctor had confirmed that Joffrey was indeed blessed, that his mark would soon lead him to his soulmate.

He found his soulmate during the Christmas gathering. Joffrey had always been a healthy child, but somehow, he was struck by a nasty cold three times that winter. His throat was still sore when he arrived at Grandpa Viserys’s house. Rhaenyra told her boys to play with their uncles and aunt Helaena in the garden, except for Joffrey, who was still recovering from his cold. Joff, an energetic child, had to stay inside and play with toys that he didn’t even like.

“You are sitting on my comic book.” A boy’s voice came from above, making Joffrey drop the little robot in his hands.

“What?” Joffrey frowned at the blonde boy, who was about his big brother Jacaerys’s age.

“Get off the couch.” The boy shoved Joffrey, sending him to the carpeted floor.

Joffrey felt a shock of electricity running from where the boy touched him to the back of his head. Though the boy’s action was rude and rough, Joffrey was too shocked to care. The electricity had become a warmth, spreading through his body and miraculously making him feel better. Even his throat seemed to be less sore immediately.

The boy seemed to share Joffrey’s surprise. He had forgotten about the comic book, and was staring at Joffrey as if he had seen a ghost.

“What did you do to me?” The boy asked roughly and rubbed the hand that he touched Joffrey with, “You are hot like a boiling kettle.”

Joffrey wanted to ask the boy the same question, but he was only three, he wasn’t that eloquent yet. Before Joffrey could open his mouth, his brothers and their uncles and aunt rushed into the living room, all red faced and laughing.

“What game are you guys playing?” Aegon, the oldest of them all, raised an eyebrow at the bizarre picture in front him, “Why is Joffrey on the floor?”

It turned out that blonde boy was Joffrey’s youngest uncle Daeron. He had been in Old Town last year for Christmas, so Joffrey didn’t know him. He didn’t come out to the garden because of the reason as Joffrey; he was recovering from a cold.

Joffrey learned that his soulmate was Daeron Targaryen, his youngest uncle, a boy who shoved him to the floor at first sight.

Joffrey was three, and Daeron was six that year.

Joffrey and Daeron had been inseparable since the day their fated had been sealed. They went to the same school, lived in the same neighborhood (Joffrey had to throw a tantrum to prevent his mother from asking Daeron to live with them), and had to sleep in each other’s room every other day. At first, it was fine. Kind of funny, Joffrey would say. They would stay late in the night and read Daeron’s comic books, or play with the dragon toy Joffrey’s father got him.

But after the initial novelty had faded, Joffrey found himself trapped. He was only a little boy and he wanted to meet new people and make new friends. No one would come to him at parks because Daeron would always be there, older, taller and more handsome. He felt like a sailor stranded on an isolate island with Daeron. Forever.

The soul bond made it impossible from them to stay apart for more than a few days. The longest time they had stayed apart was that summer when Daeron went to scout camp while Joffrey stayed at home because he was still too young. Daeron had to be sent back five days later because he had been struck down by a bad fever. As soon as Joffrey touched him, Daeron’s labored breath calmed down immediately. Joffrey slept in the same bed with Daeron, and the next day, the blonde boy returned to his healthy self again. Everyone swooned at them. Aegon even wolf whistled at Joffrey the next time he came to visit. Everyone seemed to be happy, except for Daeron.

“You cost me my scout badge.” Daeron said to Joffrey angrily, “I hate you.”

“I didn’t do anything.” Joffrey pouted, a habit he had developed since he could talk.

“Don’t play cute on me. I hate you and your stupid mark.”

“You have your mark too,” Joffrey pointed to Daeron’s wrist, the other half of the dragon wing, “I never asked for this.”

“Well, neither did I. Wait until they decide to marry us. I will be stuck with you forever.”

“Marry?” Joffrey’s eyebrow raised in confusion, “But we are both boys! We can’t marry each other!”

“Then will your future wife be comfortable to have me in your house?” Daeron scoffed and walked away, leaving Joffrey alone in the living room to panic.

That was the day Joffrey learned that he was truly screwed.

“Hey, Joff, your boyfriend is here!” Joffrey’s teammate shouted from the locker room door.

Joffrey rolled his eyes. He had long given up trying to convince his teammates that Daeron was not his boyfriend.

Consider this whole soulmate thing as a medical condition. I just need to spend time with him to stay alive, you know? It’s not like I have feelings for him or anything.

Unfortunately, no one bought his story. Perhaps Joffrey was not very good at convincing people. The locker room burst out a string of laughter, and Joffrey had to punch the goalkeeper who was laughing the hardest. Joffrey took his time to shower, change, put on deodorant and brush his hair. His teammates always laughed at him for caring his appearance too much. Like a chick, they would say, but they had no idea why Joffrey tried to linger in the locker-room. This was the only place he could get away from Daeron.

No matter how hard Joffrey tried to drag the time, eventually he had to leave the locker-room and face his soulmate.

“What took you so long?” Daeron asked impatiently, arms crossed at his chest, “I’ve been standing here for like forever.”

“I told you, you don’t have to pick me up.” Joffrey flipped the duffle bag on his shoulder, “Don’t you have work to do in college?”

Daeron unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, exposing his neck and collar bone that was covered in red rashes.

“I need a recharge.” Daeron said simply, taking Joffrey’s hand, “Thank God it’s only the rashes now. I can’t afford to faint in front of everyone.”

They walked outside to the football field hand in hand. As the years passed, their ‘separation syndrome’ gradually changed as well. Now they would not faint or go into a seizure if they had been separated for too long. Daeron would have red rashes all over his body while Joffrey would suffer from extreme fatigue. They welcomed this change, for it could be easily explained as allergy or lack of sleep. They called their forced proximity recharge, a word suitable for their situation. Just a way to keep going, nothing to do with feelings.

“Looking pretty for your boyfriend, Velaryon?” A tall boy sneered at Joffrey as Joffrey and Daeron approached the field exit.

“Fuck off.” Joffrey said, rolling his eyes for hundredth time today, “I don’t have time for this.”

“Ohhh, pretty Joff doesn’t have time for us! He wants to shag his boyfriend!” the boy and his fellow idiot friends laughed among themselves.

Joffrey had been chosen as the main forward in his high school football team despite being a freshman. The boy and his gang had been picking on Joffrey ever since he scored his first goal. Joffrey had gotten so tired of the boy’s childish provocation.

“Come,” Joffrey nudged Daeron to walk on, “don’t mind them. They are idiots.”

“They called you a bad name, Joffrey.” Daeron frowned, throwing nasty glares at the gang.

“They called me worse,” Joffrey shrugged, apparently no intention to share the details, “They are not worth your time. Let them be. They will get bored and leave.”

Daeron, a 19-year-old who went to college on a fencing scholarship, disagreed.

“Leave him alone,” Daeron snarled at the boy, “I am not his boyfriend, but I don’t like others bullying my nephew.”

“Get lost, faggot.” The boy clearly didn't take this polite and handsome blonde seriously, “You are just as pathetic as little Joff here. What do you say, Velaryon? Admit that you sucked the coach’s cock to get your position.”

Joffrey clenched his fist, but he knew now was not the time to lash out. He could have lost his place on the team if he was found engaging in street fights. Unfortunately, Daeron didn't share his thoughts. The blonde let go of Joffrey’s hand and punched the boy straight in the face in the blink of an eye. Years of fencing training made him strong and swift, so he easily knocked down three boys of the gang before the fourth kicked him on the shin. Daeron hissed and lost his balance, kneeing down on the ground while the attacker was about to launch another punch.

That was when Joffrey kicked the boy from Daeron’s sight, grabbed his soulmate’s hand again, and ran.

“We can take them all, Joffrey!” Daeron yelled, “Teach them a good lesson so they won’t bother you again!”

“Shut up!” Joffrey yelled back, “You might have just cost me my football career!”

It turned out that Joffrey was half right. He was banned from the field for the next three games, but the boy who mocked him first was kicked out of the team. Daeron thought this was a win, but Joffrey couldn't be more furious. He didn't need Daeron to make his decision for him. If he wanted to continue playing football while still having Daeron as his soulmate, soon or later there would be another bully. Joffrey could never shake off the allegations of being a faggot, even though he didn't see himself as one. Sure, he slept in the same bed with Daeron sometimes and shared a few morning kisses, but that was only for health purposes.

Joffrey was sick of this. He didn't want to be called Daeron’s little boyfriend. He wanted an identity of his own, not as Daeron’s attachment.

So he called in sick, turned off his cell, and locked himself in his room. His mother would be so worried about him but luckily, Rhaenyra was on a trip to Pentos. His brothers, Jace and Luke, stayed in their respective college dorms. Joffrey was alone in the house, and he fucking liked it.

Joffrey was curious about how long he could stay away from Daeron before his body shut down. He knew all the symptoms and signs, but he was just curious whether or not he could live on his own without Daeron.

A day passed, then another, and another, soon Joffrey lost count of the days he kept himself in the room. He still ate, frozen pizzas and or beans on toast, but he hadn't been able to leave the bed since the day before yesterday. The extreme fatigue hit him like a drowning wave, making his every limb heavy as lead, unable to even lift his finger. He might have a fever, Joffrey thought, for he was sweaty at one moment and shivering at the next. He began to slip in and out of consciousness, like he was living in a continuous dream.

Would he die? What would mother think if she returned home to his corpse? Why hadn't Jace and Luke called? Did they trust Daeron so much to take care of their brother so they didn't have to? Why hadn’t Daeron come? Soulmates could sense each other’s feelings to some extent. There was no way Daeron didn’t notice Joffrey’s frustration and despair. Why hadn't he come?

“Open the door, Joffrey Velaryon, you crazy little fuck! Or I will break it down!”

Joffrey must have gone mad to hear things. Even if this was real, he was too weak to open the door now.

Five seconds later, with a loud bang, Joffrey’s bedroom door was kicked open, revealing a furious Daeron with disheveled hair and wrinkled shirt. Daeron threw a death glare with blood-shot eyes at Joffrey as soon as he saw the brunette teenager on the bed.

“Are you fucking mad? Going off grid for a week? Jace almost strangled me because he thought somehow, I was at fault. I can't even start to talk about my fucking rashes. Do you know they form on my balls too?”

Joffrey chuckled. For some reason, he chuckled.

“Move your ass, brat.” Daeron spat, shoving Joffrey to the side before lying down on the bed with his shoes on.

“What are you doing?” Joffrey asked, too weak to struggle.

“RECHARGE.” Daeron said with gritted teeth, “Someone decided to turn off his phone and dwell on his teen angst. I will let you know I have given you enough time to dwell on your misery. Now I want my normal life back.”

“I thought normal life meant without each other,” Joffrey said as Daeron took him into the blonde’s arms, “that’s what I have been trying to do in the past week.”

“Well, it didn't work.” Daeron brushed a strand of damp curls from Joffrey’s face, “Are you still so naive as to think we can stay apart, ever?”

Joffrey closed his eyes, and let the tears fall. Daeron was right. They could never get rid of each other in this life. They were cursed by the damn soul marks forever and ever.

Joffrey and Daeron married each other as soon as Joffrey finished college. He had made his first professional debut at Harrenhal FC this past summer, and now he and his husband officially moved to the Riverlands. Rhaenyra was reluctant to let Joffrey go, but she knew she had to let her little boy fly. Fortunately, Daeron was willing to accompany him. Despite being a fencing star in most of his school days, Daeron decided to pursue the career of a lawyer after graduation. He resigned his job at King’s Landing and found a new one as an attorney assistant in Maidenpool due to him and Joffrey’s condition.

Today marked the one-year anniversary of them moving to a nice lake house near God’s Eye.

They had a nice dinner with wine, chatted about their lives, argued about which team had better chance at winning the Champions Cup (Daeron rooted for Old Town, which Joffrey scoffed and rolled his eyes), and watched a movie on the couch.

Joffrey still had one week to go before he went back to the training field, so he was determined to make good use of it. He ate half a carton of ice cream and drank three glasses of wine before lying contentedly on top of Daeron, tipsy and in a food coma. As he grew older, Joffrey had learned to make peace with his fate. He tried to accommodate Daeron’s schedule as much as possible, and Daeron did the same for him. They had found a comfortable balance now, so his life turned out not to be as intolerable as he had expected. After they got married, they found another thing about the soul bond that could benefit them both. They found out that sex could allow them to stay apart for longer. One round of sex and they were able to stay apart for about 10 days. It came in handy when Joffrey was on an away game or when Daeron had to go on business trip.

Daeron played with Joffrey’s curls absently as the movie went on. They were both warm from the alcohol, satisfied and ready to drift to sleep at any moment.

“How’s your relationship with the new girl going?” Joffrey asked before yawning, “What’s her name? Betty? She looks nice.”

They both agreed that they could seek other lovers as long as they let each other know.

“Bethany.” Daeron said, still playing with Joffrey’s hair, “We went to the pub for a few times.”

“And?” Joffrey lifted his head, placing his jaw on Daeron’s shoulder, “Nothing happened?”

“No.” Daeron shook his head, “I didn’t…We think it’s better to stay as friends.”

“Oh,” Joffrey planted a wet kiss on Daeron’s cheek, “you poor boy.”

“Stop. You have wine breath.” Daeron frowned and pretended to be offended, but his smile betrayed his feelings.

“That makes two of us.” Joffrey kissed Daeron again. He was too drunk to think straight. He kept kissing Daeron while grinding his hips again the blonde. Daeron’s arms were around him in an instant, and soon Joffrey found himself straddling Daeron with his pajama rolled up to his chest.

“Don’t leave a mark.” Joffrey warned, but it was too late. Daeron had already bitten down on his nipple hard enough to draw blood.

“Why? You have somewhere to be?”

Joffrey couldn't answer, because he was busy moaning and cursing Daeron for the blonde’s talented tongue on his body. Joffrey had lost count how many times they spent their night like this, cuddled on the couch, watching a movie they picked at random. But all those nights ended up in passionate sex. They were merciless towards each other. They were too familiar with each other’s body to know exactly how to cause the most reaction.

Daeron slid a hand into Joffrey’s pants and cupped the brunette’s butt, kneading, grabbing and slapping, making Joffrey jolt every time his palm hit Joffrey’s skin.

Joffrey kissed Daeron aggressively on the lips, biting the tip of Daeron’s tongue. Being intimate with your soulmate was a euphoric thing, skin against skin, tongue against tongue and cock against cock. Joffrey remembered the first time Daeron fucked him. The blonde’s cock was only half in when Joffrey came messily on Daeron’s stomach. It hurt like hell but the intimacy, and the adrenaline rush was unlike anything he had experienced before.

“Let me grab the condoms.” Daeron said against Joffrey’s lips before trying to push the brunette off his lap, but Joffrey wouldn't barge.

“No,” Joffrey said, too drunk to care, “do it bareback. I don't care.”

Daeron’s eyes narrowed, the light violet becoming so dark that it almost mirrored Joffrey’s own obsidian ones. He pulled off Joffrey’s pants and pushed one finger in the brunette’s hole without warning, earning a surprised shriek from Joffrey.

The sex was violently good. Joffrey knew it was a strange thing to say, but he couldn’t find better words to describe it. Daeron kept the condoms and the lube in their bedroom drawer, and since Joffrey refused to let him go, Daeron had to spread his spit on his cock before thrusting in. Even though Joffrey had gotten used to a cock inside his butt, lack of lubrication still made him wince with pain. He would have lost his interest if he was with anyone else, but not with Daeron.

“Are you okay, Joff? Did I hurt you?”

“Yes,” Joffrey hissed, “you almost split my butt in half. But don't you dare stop.”

Daeron chuckled and began to thrust. Joffrey didn’t know how it ended, because he passed out during round three. He just remembered waking up on the bed, wrapped in sheets and fresh like a newborn baby, and Daeron greeted him with a kiss and coffee in bed.

Joffrey could get used to this.

“Are you sure you are ok with this?” Joffrey asked anxiously, “My teammates’ wives will all be there. They will call you a football wife too.”

“At least I am prettier than most of them.” Daeron joked, eyes on the road as he drove to the stadium, “Relax. I won’t embarrass you.”

“That’s not what I am talking about.” Joffrey sighed. He thought his meaning was clear. If Daeron showed up in his booth today, there would be no going back. Daeron would be forever associated with Joffrey. He would forever be known as Joffrey’s lawyer husband, instead of a successful criminal attorney. Was Daeron willing to make such sacrifice?

“I know, Joff.” Daeron glanced at Joffrey and smiled, “I want to show my support in your booth.”

“Even when I am playing against Old Town?”

“Hmm, maybe not Old Town.”

“Jerk.” Joffrey slapped Daeron’s arm, but not unkindly.

They had been married for seven years now. For most couples, it would mean the lack of passion, increasing life stress, kids, financial difficulties, etc. Joffrey had heard that the seventh year recorded the highest divorce rate. Not for him, though. If anything, he and Daeron seemed to be more comfortable around each other. They had stopped talking about other love interest for almost five years now. Neither of them mentioned the change, as if talking about it would make it real. They had also developed a comfortable routine splitting house chores and making time for each other like a real married couple.

Joffrey had played for Harrenhal FC for two years before transferring to KL United. They didn’t move back to the city, choosing to stay at a house near Maidenpool where Daeron had opened his own office. Despite the new stage of their relationship, Daeron had never showed up at the stadium to watch Joffrey play. Again, the reason was the same. Acknowledging it would make it real.

“Are you sure?” Joffrey grabbed Daeron’s wrist before the blonde could open the car door, “It’s your last chance. You can still drive off and nobody will know you have been here.”

“I am sure.” Daeron flipped his wrist, taking Joffrey’s hand and intertwining their fingers together, “Are you?”

Joffrey swallowed. Was he? Was he ready to remind the public that Daeron, this handsome man, was truly his husband and soulmate?

Daeron waited patiently for Joffrey’s answer. Joffrey couldn’t help but remember their first meeting. Both of them were silly kids back then, recovering from a bad cold because they had been weakened without their soulmate. Daeron had pushed Joffrey to the floor because Joffrey was sitting on his comic book. Their first impression was the worst.

See how far they had come.

“Joffrey?”

“I am sure.” Joffrey said, determination clear in his eyes, “I want you in the crowd to support me.”

“Let’s go then.” Daeron smiled, and to Joffrey’s great surprise, the blonde leaned in and kissed him on the lips. The kiss was tender and chaste, like a promise.

They never kissed unless absolutely necessary. Certainly not in a public parking lot.

“Right.” Joffrey smiled back, his heart swelled, “Let’s go.”

FIN

#house of the dragon #hotd #joffron #joffrey velaryon #my asks #daeron x joffrey #daeron the daring #soulmates

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legolasghosty · 5 months

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Robots & Androids ‎AU plus Small Town AU

OKAY I AM FINALLY GETTING TO THESE I'M SORRY I'M SO BEHIND!!!

Okay. So.

Humanity kinda developed a LOT of health issues in the mid-late 23rd century. It was all a long time in coming, but it was a bit of a shocker still when people started breaking down. And there just wasn't enough people to keep up with the demand for new organs, tissue, blood, etc. The human race was basically failing. So, in a semi last ditch attempt to keep people alive, cyborg technology was put to work. Scientists had been messing around with the theory of it for years, since robots and androids were getting decently advanced. But they never had the support to actually try a clinical trial. Until now.

Some of it worked better than others. And it was HIGHLY controversial. Though maybe less than it should have been, considering the lengths the research team was permitted to go in order to get this stuff sorted out... Mainly that they were given legal permission to try it out on patients without their express consent, mostly in situations where the person was in a coma/on life support with no real hope of recovery.

Towards the end of her life, Rose was offered the chance to try getting a cybernetic lung transplant to replace the one that had been damaged beyond repair by her cancer. She refused, as it would be super risky and be more likely to kill her than help. She would rather die in her own whole body than risk losing her last few weeks with her family.

After she passed, the remaining Molinas moved out of the city, to a small town a few hours north, to escape the grief and the terrible air quality that had been a part of Rose's quick decline in health.

Unfortunately, they just happened to pick the exact tiny town that the government had picked to dump their cyborg... pet projects. The ones who hadn't actually consented to their surgeries but had ended up surviving. Best to keep everyone with those stories contained while they championed the cyborg advancements. Especially since there were plenty of side effects...

Julie meets a lot of odd people on her first day at the local high school. These include a dude that never lowers the hood of his pink hoodie, a bassist in a leather jacket who never seems to stop smiling, a skater with a rather odd limp, and a boy with shaggy hair who never seems to hear what people say to him, always grooving along to some music no one else can hear. There's also a few other adult oddballs around, but I don't got the energy to write all those out.

Under the cut, it gets a little more specific about injuries and alterations to specific characters, so read at your own risk!

Turns out that all four of those odd boys are unwilling cyborgs who were a part of some of the first rounds of tests. Hey, they were all gonna die anyways, the government decided they might as well use them.

Willie was in a nasty car crash that smashed both legs and a few ribs. He has pretty good prosthetics now, but they don't always function properly. And if he keeps his hair long to cover the incision scar on the back of his neck, that's no one's business except his own.

Luke, Alex, and Reggie all nearly died of food poisoning back in LA, but due to a combination of slightly different reactions to the battery acid/food poisoning and scientists wanting to test out different tech, they all have different issues now.

Luke got some synthetic tissue repair on his organs and around his throat. But there was also some damage to his airways cause of throwing up so much, so there's some wiring stuff in there so he can still sort of smell... however that got a bit mixed around and so his hearing is pretty weak and the music he has stuck in his head tends to sound like it's coming from outside to him.

Reggie mostly got away without any organ damage, but his face got kinda messed up. Now he looks pretty normal, except his jaw and lips can't move a lot. So he's stuck with a permanent semi-smile. It's not creepy usually, just kinda sad. He tries to stay upbeat to match his face.

Alex got the worst damage to his digestive system. The connections between his organs and brain are mostly man made now, whether that's wires for neurotransmitting or fake tissue on the lining of his stomach. However, when the scientists realized they had someone with a diagnosed anxiety disorder, they... well they might as well try, since he's probably dead anyways. So there's also a metal panel on the back of his head. It didn't work, and the hair won't grow back around it. Hence the hood.

Somehow they all become friends and help each other kinda come to terms with their lives. And also play lots of music. Though the shadow of the head researcher, Dr. Covington, looms over them all... OKAY that's what I got for tonight! More thoughts may come later, but that's my rough idea! I hope you enjoyed!!!

#legolas tag #julie and the phantoms #legolas answers asks #jatp #jatp fanfic #alex mercer #willie jatp #julie molina #luke patterson #reggie peters #I have more thoughts about how everyone else fits into this story #I just don't have the energy to type it out #ask me later #if you want to know

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hoodedchishiya · 11 months

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Open starter for canon characters only— because I need more interactions with them.

Anyone want to explore first meetings? Can be any canon character 😏

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A rain of bullets cascaded down onto the hot tarmac below. An array of blood curdling screams filled the air and then.. silence.

Just as quickly as the chaos had started, it had ended with the push of a button. The rules of the game had been fairly simple. Push the button on the other side of the arena before the timer ran out, all while avoiding the spray of bullets from the torrent guns lining the walls around them, along with the landmines hidden underneath the leaves on the ground. Typical Spades game that has resulted in the numerous deaths of the less psychically adapted players.

In fact, upon gathering his bearings and risking a quick glance around.. Chishiya had quickly arrived at the conclusion that he was the only player who had somehow survived this particular game. Ironic, considering Spade games were his least favourite.

With his hand still pressed firmly against the large red button, Chishiya allowed his breathing to calm. Was the game really over? It seemed so, but just in case.. his hand dared not to slip away from its position in fear that it was the only thing stopping those bullets from raining down around him again. He had done enough running for one day— and quite frankly, he wasn’t in the mood to further fatigue himself.

It was suspicious though.. why hadn’t that all too familiar robotic voice announced that the game had been cleared like it always did whenever the games came to a close? There had to be more to it.

Narrowed eyes searched the game arena for any sort of clue as to what came next, though the only sight he was met with were the fresh corpses of the fallen players. A dozen bodies lined the ground and still, Chishiya felt nothing. No sympathy. No guilt. No remorse. Nothing. But then again, why should he? Those people meant nothing to him. The only person who mattered was himself.

Selfish or not, he simply didn’t have it in him to care. Chishiya had stopped caring for humanity long ago, even before finding himself stuck in Borderland.

The blond had stopped seeing the other players as people as soon as he’d passed the first game. They were nothing more than pawns for him to discard of when they were of no use to him anymore. Simple stepping stones for him to use in order to get closer to the possibility of going home. Chishiya didn’t care how many people he had to sacrifice to get him home.

That much was evident given how he’d just used the other players as shields to get to the button.

His features remained schooled into a neutral expression with a hint of deep concentration slightly furrowing his brows. Hmph. Maybe he had screwed up this time. Maybe he needed another player to help him out given that he couldn’t move from the button.

A sudden thud to his left was what eventually brought him out of his thoughts, and Chishiya immediately turned his head to glance over his shoulder at the source. A person. He could see them from his peripheral vision.

Where the hell had they been hiding? That didn’t matter. A leisurely smirk tugged at the corner of his lips and he spoke up to finally break the silence.

“I knew I couldn’t be the only survivor.” Chishiya hummed, remaining in his current position in hopes that the chaos would cease to start up again. “Mind giving me a hand? Clearly the game isn’t over yet and if I take my hand off this thing..” The blond gestured with his eyes to the button, before flickering his gaze back over to the stranger. “Well, I think we both know what’s going to happen..”

#sorry if it sucks #open starter #in character #aib rp #alice in borderland roleplay #roleplay #aib roleplay #roleplay account #roleplayer #alice in borderland #alice in borderland rp #open roleplay #shuntaro chishiya #chishiya shuntaro #chishiya alice in borderland #alice in borderland chishiya #chishiya aib #aib chishiya

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badgerbearwrites · 2 years

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Rainbow six GIGN cuddle HC

Lord have mercy the hell was I thinking, I cant write SHIT. Anyway here is a rainbow GIGN cuddle HC. I'm testing different ways of writing so you might not see a lot of similarities in each characters writing. Some im more proud of but enough of this read below for your GIGN babies!

Montagne (Gillies):

It's never difficult to persuade Gilles for some snuggle action, he wouldn't really say it's what he lives for but with the right person he does tend to favor it. Surprising for his size Gillies is a switch when it comes to big or little spoon but truthfully, he leans towards little spoon. He loves to be able to bundle you close to his body protecting you from anything that dares to come your way. But on the other hand, slotting himself against you while every inch of you invites him closer makes him feel like he belongs.

Gillies was born and raised to protect all no matter the case, to stand and stare whatever is in front of you and to never turn to run. but when he is so used to standing in the front lines it's hard to see if the ones standing behind him are actually with him or not. As strong as he presents himself, the dreaded doubt that he doesn't belong always resides in him. So, the time he has to just let that doubt go and focus on you holding him, showing him that he belongs with you are moments that Gillies will always cherish and crave with you.

Twitch (Emmanuelle)

You would think there was a cuddling competition going on when it comes to snuggling with Emmanuelle. She truly strives for perfection in any task that is given. But do not doubt her ability to express her emotions with you. Just because she specializes in robotics does not mean she is one. Emmanuelle isn't just a full body cuddler she loves grabbing and holding any part of you. Definitely loves being the big spoon. pushing yourself against her chest while she bends and plays with your hands is a very loved classic for her.

Emmanuelle craves a working mind; she loves getting up close and personal with everything in her sight. That being said, you have had your fair share of cramps while testing every cuddle position she thinks of. But even working minds need a rest. Questioning her motives, she has deeply expressed to you that you are not a rest stop to her. Yes, Emmanuelle loves studying and learning everything about everything but there has never been a time where she has question anything you do. She doesn't stare at you, studying you. No Emmanuelle stares at you adoring you.

Lion (Oliver)

Speaking Olivers name around anyone, you are sure to get a strong option whether it be of admiration or sheer hatred. No matter the comments; one thought about him always stays steady with everyone. Oliver is everything BUT shy. The fondness that glows in his eyes when he gets to pull you in his lap makes your whole-body bloom with warmth. PDA is something he doesn't given a second thought to. Cuddling with this massive cat man you will never feel like you are in the shadows or being hidden. Holdings your hips against his while tickling your neck with his short stubble nearly makes the man purr.

Oliver was shut out from his family. His mistakes while standing with him have no weight on him whatsoever. That be said Oliver makes it his goal to use his past to make sure that those he loves and the ones who love him know he is always there no matter the cause. Oliver needs to be big spoon; he is known to hold his strength against any foe, so he knows when his hands are gripped on you that neither of you are leaving. Hold your body against his allows him to show and feel that not only are you keeping him there, but that he is never leaving you anywhere alone.

Doc (Gustave)

Kind, thoughtful, accessible, stubborn. Gustave is a man of many talents from writing his studies of toxicology to showing how far he can go to get what he wants. This man is in no way selfish or forceful with what he wants but he is definitely persistent with "five more minutes". Gustave loves the big spoon and little spoon roles. Or more like he loves fighting for the role with you. while he loves some rough and scruff Gustave does get filled with absolute delight feeling your arms gently wrap around him from behind while deep in his work. He is not much of a fan on quite cuddle sessions, he loves laughing, playing and tossing around with you.

Gustave has been notorious for not hiding his emotions when not interested in something. Even with the expectation of his beloved family wanting him to peruse the medical field he still pushed for his own path. So, when you settle down expecting a big squeeze and giggles. you are getting a big squeeze and as much laughter as your lungs can handle. He would do anything to make you feel better even if its outside his interest. Gustave has always been kind, soft, and overall, someone you can relax with. But is there really no better way to relax than to let loss and go against every calculation there is?

Rook (Julien)

For being in special forces as well as a man known for armor plating Julien is a the softest and most bendable person when it comes to cuddling. it's like laying with pudding, he will melt in just about every crease and crevice when laying with you. That doesn't mean any cuddle session with him is a relaxing one. Julien is an expert at getting into places that might be out of mind for most so, expect to learn some new tickle spots on yourself. While he has no mind in showering you with endless squeezing and kisses Julien loves bouncing off the furniture when he really gets you in a fit of laughter and screaming.

Known for his flexibility and high energy he will most certainly challenge your stamina in a match of cuddle or die. Julien understands when enough is enough as well as when sometimes you need a moment to sit down and shut off. Out of the group he even makes Gustave and Emmanuelle work for their money on empathy. Hearing a stressed-out sigh from you he is instantly picking you up to the bedroom and giving you the best back massage, you ever had. Julian has never turned down an antsy cuddle partner, you need to turn five times? go for it! the blanket isn't feeling right? He's ripping it off, its cold? He's tucking you right back in.

Apologies on grammar as well as if any of these didn't click well. None the less I hope someone enjoyed this! Stay frosty!

#rainbow six siege #r6s x reader #montagne #montagne x reader #oliver x reader #lion x reader #doc x reader #twitch x reader #rook x reader #gign #character x reader #my writing sucks #tom clancy #writing #fanfic #headcanon

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jadeyharls · 4 months

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((Okay, so context. I said I would provide some for the thing going on with her right now, so here we go. I'm going to put this below a cut so people don't have to read my word vomit if they don't care to.))

Alrighty, then. So what the heck is going on. Well, for those of you who have known Jade for a while, you probably know about Jade's "pet" Gilligan. He's a robotic hummingbird assistant created by Jade's alt (Nova), which was given to her as a gift some years ago. She has absolutely adored this little guy from the start, treating him pretty much as one of her pack despite him not really having intelligence beyond some basic programming that allows him to complete his assigned tasks.

Over the years, Jade has made some modifications to help Gill better complete his tasks, do more, and act more lifelike. That being said, he has been acting odd for some time now, doing things that aren't quite within the parameters of his programming. Making nests in her hair, "talking" to some of Jade's other pets, and things that make him seem oddly aware. With that, he has also more recently started to malfunction to a concerning degree. This post I made was this coming to a head.

From here on out are spoilers, but I doubt anyone really cares all that much so onward we go.

So, remember that timeline post I made a little while back ago? At the end of it, I gave some ideas of some of the possible outcomes for Jade's future. However, the first thing it says it that Gilligan is [Spoilers]. So, what exactly am I talking about?

Well, in both of the future timelines mentioned, Jade has children. In the "good" timeline, Jade is a mother of four, and in the "bad" timeline she has an adopted heir. The thing is... Jade can't have biological children due to her hybridization. This is a fact that she isn't even aware of yet. So, where the heck does a robot bird fit in on this?

Gilligan in his current state is actually an early evolution of this Jade's oldest adopted son, a figure in both of the possible future timelines, Gill Harley.

How does this happen? Well, Jade isn't the only one that has been tampering with the bird's original design as will be revealed in one of the future posts. And because of this tampering, he's become self-aware. He has been for a while now. Only now he is making it known.

Like I said, I've been playing around with this idea for some time now. Gill in his current state, isn't going to be getting a more humanoid body for a good while as a Jade is trying to wrap her head around what is going on. He also, while he does have a computer brain, has the maturity of like a one-year-old. He doesn't really think of himself as a person yet, and that development is going to take some time as he "grows up". Meanwhile, Jade is going to take a while to move on from the idea that he is a pet that can talk now.

The idea is though that he will eventually start seeing himself as more than what he was built to be. He'll make a virtual avatar that is a human version of himself, and when Jade finds out, this is what gets her to realize that okay this kid needs a body, and I need to step up as a mom.

I might actually do a blog takeover thing for him sometime in the future, from the POV of his future alts from the Good/Bad timelines? Not sure how that would go yet, but the two versions of him differ quite a bit.

Anyway, that is my silly robot bird child story.

#OOC #plot stuff #Part 2 of the actual action posts coming soon

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helloblobbyblobfish · 2 years

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A snake in the nest

I think most people would have no idea of who Danny Temple is (he was in like, one arc of the Robin comic and was then gone), so resume: In Robin #82, while Robin is having difficulties in his relationship with Spoiler because he refuses to give her his secret identity, he meets a guy named Danny he strike somewhat of a friendship with, but the guy has a barcode tattoo on a foot and a massive scar over his body, so Tim is suspicious.

The plotline really gets picked up again in Robin #88, when Tim and Danny go on vacation (after Bruce landed on the “Dick moves” side of the spin coin and revealed Tim’s identity to Spoiler so that she go check on him because Bruce doesn’t want to be confronted by Alfred) and Danny gets kidnapped by robots of the Kobra cult (Who has a whole thing for conjoined twins, in comics lore. That’s the origin of the scar, separated twins) because he was one of the most likely candidates to become the new leader after the previous one had too many failures.

Unfortunately, Robin’s at-the-time nemesis King Snake wanted access to the Lazarus Pit the himalaya base of Kobra had (only accessible with the barcode on Danny’s feet) because he had lost his eyesight previously. And the previous leader wasn’t ready to back down from his position, even after the cult tried to murder him. The story ended in Robin #92 with King Snake blind again, the previous Naja-Naja possibly dead, and Danny leader uncontested.

AND NEXT TIME Kobra is back, EVE, the original Kobra leader AND King Snake’s lover and assistant, last seen crushed by a pillar on the lower half and shot by the previous leader, has taken over, and there is ZERO mention of Danniel/Danny! (Due to the fact Danny wanted to make Kobra neutral, and that wouldn’t have been interesting for the writers, I guess.) Oh, also. The paging in #92 is confusing, but I think it implies Daniel knows who Tim is? (Because more people know who tim is than people know who Steph, Kon, Cassandra, maybe even Damian and Jason are

Also, Tim. TimtimTim! You were supposed to be the “normal one”. Why do your male friends include: A half-kryptonian clone, a speedster from the future, Conner Hawke, a prince who used a magical artifact to send a demon hired to kill him after the summoner, the possible leader of a cult raised by who were implied to be robots, Buzz, who was implied to have a mystery involving HIS family that went nowhere, the daughter of a mafia boss who was resurrected as a crazy magician… BERNARD is the most normal person he ever met, no wonder he got a crush on him! Probably means Tim can look at Waller, say “Kneel, Peasant!” and get away with it, though, so that’s nice!

It starts on a day like any other. Bernard is watching the latest edition of the Daily Planet news in his boyfriend’s apartment. He scoffs at the fact that they believe the new Superman is the previou’s son all grown up and not obviously a clone like the two previous ones. Lois Lane still knows nothing about Superman after all those years. Distressful.

He looks at the sleeping form of his boyfriend on his knees. Don’t get him wrong, Bernard will always find sleeping!Tim is adorable, but it seems Tim has decided that his dates with Bernard are the only moments of the day where he would sleep. And that is hurting the relationship a lot more than the millionaire seems to think it does.

What’s the point of dating someone if they are never conscious enough to listen to you when you actually get to meet, which is not enough, in Bernard’s opinion. Even if he understands being the likely prince of a mafia group means Tim doesn’t have much sleep at night. Bernard is hurt that Tim doesn’t want to admit that part of his life. He tries to throw hints at his boyfriend that he knows, but Tim is completely oblivious.

Or is much better at acting than he is given credit for, but Bernard has seen him trying to lie. Would be hilarious if he wasn't trying to hide such important things. Suddenly, Tim’s phone rings. Tim, ever the light sleeper, which Bernard finds sad because that means he can’t touch his boyfriend’s hair while he sleeps, is on his two feet in an instant.

“Danny? I haven’t heard from him in years!” And he goes into the bathroom to have a private discussion. Of course, like any good boyfriend, Bernard tries to listen through the door. It’s a Gotham thing, you wouldn’t understand. The sound of Tim running towards the door makes Bern run towards the couch. Thankfully, Tim is never a very observant man, so he completely misses the fact that Bernard accidentally fell into the couch in a very undignified way.

A few instant laters, or minutes, but who cares about that, Tim is entering with a dark-haired guy with a pointed chin and a look that screams “I'm handsome and smart, and I know it”. Bernard has to refrain himself from gripping Tim and growling at the intruder. Tim makes the introductions. “So, Bernard, this is Danny Temple. We were at Brentwood Academy together for a time. Danny,” and Tim beams with pride, which reassures the conspiracy theorist after the odd wording, “this is my boyfriend Bernard Dowd. I met him at the Louis E. Grieve Memorial High School after I transferred from Brentwood.” Danny looks impressed.

“And you have stayed together since then? Impressive! Congrats, Tim! That does explain why you didn’t care about the girls when we were at the beach!” That does reassure Bernard. Apparently, it was only his fears that led him to see a rival. Tim blushes. “Oh. N-No! We didn’t date back then, but we met again, we started dating!” Daniel opens his mouth like a fish in comprehension. “Ohhhhhh! okay. Now, maybe I didn’t come at the right time? I wanted to ask for your help, but you might want to finish the date first, or?” “Tim’s help with what?” Bernard is genuinely confused.

Danny gives Tim the stink-eyes. “You told him. Right?” Tim isn’t looking at either of them. “Told him what? I have no… Is this money.” “No. Tim, come on, you two are dating, you should-” Tim shows a surprising amount of strength; not so surprising, thinks Bernard, he might hide it, but Tim has some seriously ripped muscles; grabbing the man, holding him over his head, and running into the bedroom. Bernard scoffs. That bedroom has sound-proof everything. He never was certain why, but at least, it won’t be used to hide sex noises given the fact Daniel seemed fine with the relationship.

Still, he is wondering, “What are they talking about?”

I throw Daniel on the bed. I realize he is wearing his- “Daniel, you’re walking around with your Naja-Naja armor underneath your clothes???” I only receive a look in response. I unbutton my shirt to show him. “See, no robin suit.” My old friend isn’t looking impressed. “Yeah, because it would be hard to explain if you take off your clothes in front of your boyfriend why you have a robin suit.”

He is right, but I am not going to give him that.

Anyway,” I decide to distract him, “why do you need Robin for? Kobra was back to being evil in no time, with no news of you.” Suddenly, I panic. “Oh my god, you’re a clone of the now dead Danny, aren’t you.” He looks part-offended, part-horrified that I reach this conclusion. “What, no! Tim, I had to regain strength and rebuild my power slowly on my own. Also, Eve didn’t get back the entirety of Kobra, thank you very much. No, the problem is that we are in a full-blown war, currently, and my spies reported to me that this bitch is planning something against batman, to show off how cool and powerful she is.” he is putting air quotes when saying “cool” and “powerful”, and seems to respect her as much as Tim respect Crazy Quilt.

“So, we need to stop Lady Eve. Okay. Something else? Having the support of part of the Kobra cult will help a lot. Thanks, Dan.” Danny moth’s twitches. “Actually…” Now, it is I who gives him a dead-pan expression. “Given how much Batman and others have stopped the plans of the Kobra group, even my spies aren’t angry at Eve for trying to kill your mentor. Actually, my counselors are recommending that I take her by surprise with a plan to take out Batman first.”

I facepalm and think of everything possible. After an instant, Danny asks: “You’re thinking about..?” “Should I give you coordinates of rogues to make a very impressive display, do I give you weaknesses to use so that we almost loses against your agents in exchange for infos regarding lady eve’s schemes, should I pretend you brainwashed me to join, because i am NOT even pretending to join Kobra willingly, friendship be damned!” He looks a bit hurt at it, but I think he understands why. Even if my support could help. Or maybe it would convince members of his side of the cult to leave.

I sigh. “Can… you give me a day to get a working plan. Also, I would like to get the most you can give me about Lady Eve’s plan. Please?” He rises up off the bed. “Of course. Thank you, Tim.”

Bernard is surprised that the conversation didn’t last longer when he sees the door unlock. He grabs his phone and takes a picture as soon as that Danny guy shows up in the crack of the door, before hiding said phone. Maybe that will help him identify who Tim is hanging with.

Danny closes the door with “Once again, thank you. Tim. It reassures me that you are ready to help.” Tim seems to have mixed feelings. Bernard gets really worried about what his boyfriend got involved in.

Afterwards, it’s very awkward as the both of them are trying to come up with a credible lie to shorten their date, all plans forgotten. Bernard can’t even remember what he said to Tim as he closes the door, besides a “See you soon, Timmy!”

He puts his head in his hands to muffle his screams in the corridor as he waits for the elevator.

And Danny Temple doesn’t seem to exist. True, Bernard can find his name in the records of Brentwood Academy, but he apparently never finished his studies. And he has no online presence on any social media. rather weird for a handsome guy like that. Also, Brentwood is a private academy located near Gotham. That means money. Lots of money. So how the hell does Bernard come back empty-handed? The fact that there are many people named Danny Temple doesn’t help him either.

It’s not until much later, when Bernard is going through lists for international terrorists, expecting nothing, that he finds him. And he let his mug of coffee drop on his bed, spilling its content everywhere.

DANNY TEMPLE: One of the leaders of the Kobra Cult. Searched in 42 countries for terrorism, thiefs, blackmailing of US official, hijacking of a sattelite…

Well, lots of it seems to have been done by a guy named Kobra, AKA Jeffrey Franklin Burr. Danny Temple is considered to have agreed with those opinions and the attempts to destroy the US, but Bernard couldn’t find anything the Kobra cult had done recently in terrorism that weren’t connected to a woman nicknamed “Lady Eve”. And there were rumors of on-going power plays and tensions inside the cult.

Still, even if Temple was “only” a random cult leader, that he tried to get close to a mafia leader like Tim was worrisome. Even if it was simply an alliance for guns, Bernard wasn’t super keen on his bf dealing with a cult. Nevermind all that! Giving GUNS to Terrorists???? He had to go see Tim immediately!

And here is what I am reduced to.

“Please, Jason! You’re the only one I can trust to not hold my friendship with a member of Kobra against me! Please help me!”

“Timothy, I am NOT helping Kobra, even if it’s a nicer Kobra. I may be a gang leader, I have standards. And I am not screwing my already tenuous relationship with Bruce”

When you spit his name like that, no wonder he doesn’t like you, Jay.

“To make you happy!” “We can work together on it! Say it was my idea but I want the plan to stay between you and I! It’s true, and Bruce will leave you alone!” I feel humiliated, begging Jason on his knees. The fact he came in his full armor and I’m in my sweater is not helping. I look like a dumb member of Gotham’s elite who, like most, over-though his importance.

It's in this especially awkward situation that Bernard slams the door open.

“Tim, I- red HOOOOOD?????!!!! OMG! No, please, don’t hurt my boyfriend! I know he did bad things, well, actually, I know he did bad things but not sure why, I was ready to let his mafia stuff unaddressed-”

My boyfriend thinks I’m part of the mafia. What. Jason gives me a look. He might have his helmet on, but I can tell his body image is a “WTF, Timothy.”. I sweat even harder. Jason, thanks whatever deity he believes in, doesn’t take advantage of the situation to spread slander. I would have, in his position.

“What? Mister whatever, I’m not planning on killing him. Jeez. There are so many people who deserve it more. No, your… fffrriend, here.” He called me his boyfriend, Jason, you can call me that, damnit. Oh God, is Jason? “Decided to call for my help, and I’m not feeling generous today.”

Bernard rushes to grab him protectively. "Don't worry, Tim. It’s about that kobra guy who showed up earlier on. Does he have blackmail material on you? you know I used to be in a pain cult before, tight? You can talk to me about things like that.” I’m uncertain about how to respond to his scared face, and then, The Red hood just leaves like that. Me and Bernard are so shocked that I don't realize at first he is calling Dick. Fuck.

It’s then that Tim realizes he is running on adrenaline and crashes to the floor out of unwelcome relief.

Bernard tucks Tim in his bed, but doesn’t join him. He is too excited to join him, even if he needs the sleep too. Holy shit! Tim was able to contact Red Hood! HOW? An ex-robin, one of those who survived and became their own heroes! Albeit, given the changes in behavior Red Hood manifested throughout the years, Bernard wouldn’t be surprised if they were at least three people who occupied the costume. maybe five. And then, he is reminded of his suspicions there were multiple Batmen and he looks back at his notes on his phone.

Suddenly, he realizes the Red Hood left the window open. Would be bad if the current Batman showed up. But when Bernard enters the living room, he is shocked to encounter two of the Bagirls, the signal, Nightwing, the newest Robin, didn’t he leave, Batwoman and Red Hood. Bernard would call this a reunion of Gotham vigilantes, but. How many people are missing? Batman, Red Robin, Spitfire, Batgirl #3, Ghostmaker, Nightwing, Clownhunter, Catwoman, The Question… He is so occupied counting them that he doesn’t hear the first time Nightwing coughs.

“Hum, excuse me… Civilian, but could we talk with Tim Drake? Privately, if possible?” Even if it’s said in the nicest way possible, and they all look awkward meeting him, Bernard isn’t exactly feeling safe. “Well, uh. He fainted, so maybe later?” Oh dear Lord, did he just say “Later” to a superhero that isn’t even located in this city?

They all seem shocked he dared say that too. The current Robin even says: “Well, he at least chose a man who stands his ground. Kind of needed.” Bernard is taken aback. “Tim is known for being pushy? Since when?” New waves of glances exchanged between the Gotham Knights. Bernard is getting annoyed.

“Well, Tim isn’t disponible, try again tomorrow.” And Bernard turns his head and walks out on them. On the inside, he is panicking more than that time their school was attacked and he saw Darla die in front of him. He notices the spoiler look-alike Batgirl runs towards the bedroom. He is not quick enough to stop her. She sounds surprised when she opens the door. “Seriously?!?” “Shhh!!!! You’re going to wake him up, and he is never sleeping at a decent hour!”

Bafflingly enough, she seems to actually be ashamed. Who would have thought a superhero could feel bad. The group discreetly escaped while he was looking at her, and she gave him the slip by the entrance door when he noticed that. Bernard double-lock the window and sits on the couch to keep watch.

Sadly, even with all that, he ends up sleeping too.

I woke up in a panic. And get confused. I'm in my bed. Jason wouldn’t have done that, and he already left anyway. But why isn’t Bernard with me in bed? I think of what we could do in bed together and I blush hard. I frown when I open up my phone, expecting him to have left a message. Instead, Barbara sent me a text telling me to come. that’s in the intervention. Jason! I quickly put my costumes on and leave by the window. Bernard probably went back home.

I arrive at the cave thinking of excuses. “Well, excuse me. I have this friend who’s part of Kobra and I know it’s bad news, and I promise I don’t agree with his idea of keeping it running.”

“You WHAT, Drake!!!!!?!” Damian shrieks. I notice everyone besides Bruce and Luke are here. Jason is covering his head in shame, and everyone looks horrified. Cassandra is first to get her senses back. “We here… Talk.. you boyfriend.” Oh. OH. OH NO.

“Why do we need to talk about it? It’s not like you guys always tell your civilian dates!” Dick is the one who talks back. “Timmy. He thinks you’re in the mafia.” Touché. Stephanie goes on the offensive, oh shit! “Tim. If you don’t tell him this week, I WILL.” She lets her threat hang in the open. And I know her. We dated for several years. She will put it into practice.

I shake my hands. “No need, Steph. I was planning on telling him.”

When? You never told Ariana, Zoanne or Tamara. Cassie knew already when you started dating and Bruce is the one who told Staph.

Shut up, guilt. And she seems to have the same train of thought as I did, because her face becomes notably harsher. Cassandra states what everyone knows. “Liar.” Suddenly, I feel Kate’s hands on my shoulders and I tense. “And now, what is this about a friend of yours being part of Kobra, Robin…”

Bernards wakes up and is shocked to see Tim is gone, his window opened. A quick search shows the window was opened from the inside. Suddenly, a knock is heard at the door. Bernard is shocked to see that terrorist dude. “You live with Tim… Bernie?” “Bernard.”

The blond grabs his boyfriends’ blackmailer and brings him inside, before shoving his finger in the other man's muscular torso repetitively. “And Tim’s not there. I’m not sure where he is. But. I. Think. It. Has. Some. Thing. To. Do. With. Red. Hood. Showing. Up. Last. Night.” Wow, he needs to take some breaths. Bernard is so focused on his panting he doesn’t notice the look of fear on Danny’s face. “I hope your boyfriend is okay.” That surprises Bernard. “You say that only because you need him for whatever Kobra has planned”, he spits with a harsh expression. The dark-haired cult leader is shocked and actually steps back a little, before shouting. “HOW DARE-”

“Hello you two! Now, can we get you separated? Mister Temple, we want to talk to you about what we can do to stop Lady Eve. And… Bernard Dowd? I think Tim Drake has something to tell you.”

Huntress and the silent Batgirl escort Bernard to Tim’s room. He is sitting on his chair, which he dragged in the middle of the room. Then, the two are left almost alone, with only Spoiler-Batgirl staying to look over them. Bernard opens his mouth. “So… This is the moment where you tell me you’re going to jail, isn’t it.” The Batgirl slaps her face and groans.

Tim seems to hesitate. He starts many phrases, then whispers something in a language Bernard doesn’t even know. Tired, Bernard turns towards the girl. “You know what he means?” She looks uncomfortable. “Well, yes, but…” “WAIT!” Shouts Tim. “I’mrobubyudon’guyed…” Bernard exchanges a quick glance with the woman, before they both turn towards Tim. “Yeah. Hum? Sweetheart? You’re going to need to talk louder for me to try to understand what you mean.” Tim gets a lot redder than Bernard ever saw him and gives a pleading look to Batgirl. SHe sighs and goes to the closet.

Bernard looks, intrigued, and is shocked when she clicks on an invisible button, which opens to reveal: “A Robin costume? Why does Tim have THAT! I thought the Waynes were like criminals?”

His boyfriend makes a sputtering sound and hides his face in his hands while Batgirl rolls on the floor laughing.

"WHAT???" Shouts Bernard. She rips her mask and takes off her hood. "Stephanie Brown!" Bernard is shocked to see Tim's ex, now sister, is Red Robin's ex. A light bulb burst into his mind. "Tim, you're an ex-Robin? But I thought you guys were adopted BEFORE becoming Robin!" Steph looks like she is dying of laughter and Tim is trying to disappear, with how small he is making himself.

Then, the reveal truly sets in, and Bernard has to sit on the bed. After some thinking, he only says: "Tim, you're a… superhero?" He sounds hurt. Tim runs towards him and kneels by his side to look him in the eyes. "I'm sorry. I never told anyone, you know? Besides some teammates. Even Stephanie didn't know who Robin was when he started dating Spoiler."

Tears spill from Bern's eyes. "So, you keep secrets from everyone you know? Tim, how am I supposed to trust you when I won't be able to take anything you say as face value. I-" He hugs Robin… Tim.

As they whisper things to one another and Stephanie goes to the door to give them space, Damian enters. "Drake, I think you had enough time to talk. Now, come on, we have plans to… Oh."

Stephanie drags the young Wayne by the ears. "Come on, Damien. They need some time to deal with it."

Bernard is clutching his sofa so much he wonders if he is going to break it. He can see the images on the screen repeat in his head.

A massive attack from Lady Eve in a bank, trying to bring out Batman. Suddenly being attacked by Black Mask's gang, who was planning a robbery. Nightwing, wearing a snake-theme mind control helmet, sent by the Naja-Naja, whoever that was. Batman being caught by a rival faction of Kobra who wanted to get to him before Eve.

The massive brawls that resulted, in which Sionni almost killed Nightwing- Dick, Tim would have been devastated, by slashing his throat. Tim arrived late, because traffic is terrible in Gotham for a motorbike rider like him. The batmobile can fly at least. Or is the batcopter truly a different thing?

His phone distracts him. It's Tim sending a pic in costume. "Don't worry, Bernie, nobody was massively hurt."

"Don't call me that to distract me from the fact Dick almost died, asshole!"

Tim doesn't answer for a moment, but Bernard can see he is typing a lot.

"Yeah, sorry babe. I'm coming over?"

Bernard hesitates. His fingers stay above his phone for what feels like hours.

"Yes. We need to talk about security. I love you too much to stomach seeing you so much of you throwing yourself like that."

And that's true. Tim was fighting like he didn't care that he got hurt. Red Robin/this Robin often did, and Bernard was always worried. But now that he knows it's Tim…

He hears the flutter of his boyfriend's cape in the wind and smiles at the man opening his window.

"So, a conspiracy theorist who thought we were criminals and was part of a cult? You could have picked better." Damian complains.

I pretend to look at my phone. "Oh, gosh, robin! Never thought about it! Maybe the Rhafi of Dhabar would be better suited indeed! I haven't talk to him in some time, but-"

"What?"

"Or, I know! Do you think Bruce would accept a speedster as my boyfriend if I told him the other options are an amazon or a half-kryptonian?"

"Drake, I. You."

"Maybe I should see how the third Lynx is doing, but she might remind dad of Selina too much."

"Who?"

"Maybe. Or maybe I should seek Darla out. What do you think of me dating a mafia leader's daughter with magical power? Don't worry, she's good now."

"Drake, why are you like this?"

"Trauma, my dear Damian. Trauma."

#TimBer #dc comics #batman #my writing #tim drake #bernard #bernard dowd #robin #red robin #stephanie brown #spoiler #jason todd #red hood #danny temple #batfamily

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slayerfruit · 10 months

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Thinking about metaphysical-shenanigans. Share my burden, please. Or don't.

Like, people like milk right? People like drinking from the tap right? Cool fetish thing? So, let's say, hypothetically,

---

You hook up with a Nature god, perhaps. Honorary, Given, Birthed as, it doesn't really matter. Shit, titles are made by popular consensus anyway, could be a robot, could be golem out of literal stone. All that matters is that you have a really, really good night with this other person, intimate if not sexual, and you at one point, intentionally or not, latch onto a breast.

At the time? It would not have occurred to you that anything was amiss. It leaked when you latched on, sure. And you maybe took just a few swigs from the source while you were there, they weren't stopping you or anything. But it didn't stick out much, in the moment. You pulled back, and tried something else, and the night continued. Simple as.

It wouldn't be, though. I mean, the whole "Nature god" thing? Comes with some special parameters. It's a little different in each case, sure, but at the end of the day it is inherently... Supportive, for lack of better words. The god thrives, and so too does what their domain encompasses. And in a lot of ways it's really subtle! Most titles aren't carried by the divine anyway, and thus don't carry much power.

...But they fit really well, god or not. Their title loves them. And well... It turns out latching on like that however briefly, maybe, kinda sorta, addedyoutotheirdomain. Just a little.

And again, in the moment you wouldn't have noticed. But after you headed home the next day? While you were heading there, in fact? You realized, really couldn't help but realize: the nip was still in your mouth. You could still feel it, even if none of your other senses chipped in. You could close your mouth, talk, eat, didn't matter. The feeling persists. The possibility of drinking from it has been anchored into you. If you focus, if you suck at nothing? It'll leak right into you.

We can route any number of ways from here. But personally, I prefer one that's simple in its execution: You just drink from it, every once in a while.

Every other meal, whenever you don't have water on hand, maybe you realize that with a little more attention you can fill nearby containers and then you cook with it. Just a little bit, every once in a while. But "once in a while" keeps increasing. It's whole milk. You have what feels like a near infinite tap. On demand.

You were bound to get a little too used to it.

The thing about it is, it would take a while for you to make the connection. Your rate of growth is a inevitable increase, but your rate of consumption does manage the rate. It could take while still before you realize, after outgrowing the largest thing you currently have, after your chairs start breaking, after your meals gain seconds and thirds, to realize that you might need to rein it back. Just a little.

Even if you do? Won't matter. You've been stimulating those breasts constantly. Their production has gone past the roof it was at before. You can stop, and maaaaybe that will work... For like a hour. Any more and you'll realize milk is dripping down your throat even when you aren't drinking. The rate of production is too high. They can't stop anymore.

And shit, you could try a diet. Go off just milk, cutting all other meals out, try exercising if you could even keep it up for enough time to lose a pound. But a nature god nurtures. You can't starve yourself. Enough time spent not "properly" feeding yourself and you'll find yourself pinned to the floor with a milk-filled gut, achingly overfilled and prepped to stand back up again 10 pounds heavier. Your diet is doomed to failure. Even if you start body building, you can't lose weight. More likely then not? You'll just get fatter.

...Anyways, that's enough of that for now.

gsddlxmvdbnxcvmklbfxcmklvnmkxcvmklhklm my god you've melted me with this,, burden is completely shared maybe this would finally convince me to start dieting!! for. completely diet-y reasons. >:] i can just order bigger clothes!! of course, they'd probably only last a day or two, but that's a part of the fun- getting so tight it eventually rips, and realizing just how much bigger i've grown,, gsvcklhcvklh i. uh. go d

#asks #fanwriting

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tot-musica · 8 months

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Hello! may I request a fluffy fic of Shaka falling in love with male SO and asking him out?

(SFW) Shaka x Male Reader

I just found out posting on my computer doesn't make me edit all the italics back into the text like I have to do on mobile :') Oh how I have suffered.

Thank you Anon for waiting ten decades for me to finish this through a bunch of writer's block, playing email ping-pong back and forth with my college wondering when they're going to give me my degree, and a couple of illnesses (because I'm stupid and forget to reorder my prescriptions sometimes)

Word Count: A lot

Ao3 Backup Link:

??? years ago

"Just a bit longer - change is coming soon. I can feel it. Then you can finally bring all these wonderful creations to the world."

"I hope so."

You remembered that conversation as yet another government order for bigger, better weapons came in. Would they even be necessary if you just fixed the problems that started the violence?

Sighing, you set aside the clipboard and moved onto something a bit more interesting for the moment. You call it, “selective procrastination.” Today an experiment long awaited for should be reaching its next phase, and you can hardly wait for the new arrival, making time all the more slow.

Ding ding ding!

“Ah! Doctor-” But the older man was already scrambling into the room.

"The first has finished?"

"Yes sir, all indicators have reached their prime. #01 should be rea-"

"Brilliant!!!" He shouts, running down the hall at a speed which no one should be capable of. Your lab coat billows at your feet as you make haste.

—

Good has no face. That was the first belief instilled within him. And so, he covered every inch of flesh, any trace of physical detail. His brethren-counterparts-vegapunks did not even see his face before it was covered. Actually, even he does not recall his complexion. He is synonymous with the helmet, and thus, believed to be a robot by many - and himself.

It's only you that reminds him that there is skin under those gloves, even if it's lab-made.

"I'll make you whatever you want to wear!"

It wasn't something ever forced upon him though. It is just … him, recalling the smile he'd seen since he awakened, and until now.

"A helmet."

While primarily still Vegapunk’s assistant, your secondary talent was fashion - or particularly, fitting Egghead's fashion. And a marvelous helmet it was. Stylish, with all the necessary equipment and tools, radios, etc, that he would need built right in. The first, so to speak, “personalized” object he received.

He already knew moments after he awoke how the lab, how the island, how everything worked. He was given part of Vegapunk's mind after all. But he said nothing as you showed him around, excitedly rambling about the various projects - past, present, and future - conducted, how to operate various machines and doors and knick-knacks and all sorts. And he let you. Because it seemed to make you happy, and good is his nature.

The primary objective of his existence.

But even though he "knew" how everything worked, it had still been a learning experience - on people. Your descriptions, your body language, your thought perception - it varied from the Stella's, and that was crucial education. Learning how others perceive, not just how Vegapunk does.

"Do you know what you want to be called?"

He already knew that. Vegapunk already, subconsciously, gave him a name - but the way you said it, it felt … like a choice.

"Shaka."

"Sha-ka- I like that."

—

For a little while, it was just you and him, as the Doctor worked on the next satellite, while the two of you worked on projects for the good of others.

"You might be a satellite of Dr. Vegapunk, but you're still human. Don't forget it." You'd winked at him.

Eventually it turned to the point where you became his assistant, as he settled into a routine of operations while the doctor worked on the next satellite, “Evil.”

But, to your credit, even as Lilith arrived and the others, one by one, you still gave him the same amount of attention as you had priorly. But work was filling that time. Friendship turned more towards professionalism. Casual conversations replaced by the constant floods of information passed between one another.

Each satellite had their designated tasks from the beginning, but they all helped with the lab work - usually. Projects and requests piled up, Egghead's population grew as it became an open island, things were exuberant and colorful and so … so …

Surmounting.

And even though the physical signs started to show a long while ago, your mentality never wavered. Not a single crack ever giving. Because the satellites were based on primary emotions and personality traits, it was easy for some to fall off task or grow frustrated, or the opposite - overworking and stressing.

Even to this day, when each Vegapunk is their own boss. And you are the helper. Never ending kindness and support and such a sweet nature that even Lilith behaves - mostly. And thus, she might as well be your lingering second shadow. It's no secret they like you, but Lilith is constantly grabbing your attention, because you indulge her pranks and shenanigans. The flow of conversation between you two like that of what you and him used to have….

Then comes an odd thought. No - a feeling. A bit … jealous? No, jealous is too harsh a term - envious. Yes, envious. He has no ill will towards Lilith, but her "Evil" nature gives her a sort of freedom when it comes to social interactions - she doesn't have to be polite. She doesn't have to have restraint. She can be herself. Because …

Because …

Being good? Is that not himself?

When did he start thinking this way?

Envious.

That is typically not a trait associated with good. Rather, a trait of … all intelligent life.

"Humans, fishmen, many races and species, can be selfish - and it's sort of … sort of like coffee! Or rather addiction - but say you have a cup of coffee, maybe a few, but you have control of yourself right? That is a healthy amount of selfishness. Because it's ok to be "selfish" from time to time. Then there's people who drink barrels of coffee - hypothetically speaking. If a giant drank a barrel of coffee that would be a normal size - but anyway what I'm trying to say is there's many in this world that are addicted to selfishness … or rather, another interesting theory."

"And what is that?"

"Selfishness is fluid - what is considered selfish varies from culture to culture, kingdom to kingdom, person to person - some of what we consider to be the most selfish in the world? Well, they don't see it that way. They have a different standard. But there are also those who know they are selfish, and simply don't care."

You'd yawned back then, leaning back in your chair, "And I guess the same applies to evil. What is evil? What is good? That can only be defined from person to person. Like - Lilith doesn't seem evil to me. She's just the 'evil' of Doctor Vegapunk."

Maybe then, he believes it was then, that he asked his first "real" question. A question he came up with, born of curiosity.

"And what do you think of Doctor Vegapunk?"

You had blinked, almost shocked, but closed your eyes for a long period of time, then, finally, forming speech.

"I think he wants to do good. I think he's a good person. But he's flawed like all of us. He, and I, admittedly, get so caught up in creating things, we're oblivious to what is actually going on with them. When we knew nothing about the unethical treatment of Alber, the Lunarian. When we took so long to see what Caesar was up to. I think that's why he created you, but still - you're all human too. You can't be expected to do and know everything. But I think Vegapunk can ultimately bring the best to this world, if the barriers created can be knocked down. That's why I'm still here." You'd beamed at him, "And he created you, so he's obviously doing something right."

That was the first sensation of what he calls "pang." A skip of his heart, which concerned him at first, believing a defect may have come into play.

"Still. We knowingly make weapons for the government in order to keep receiving their funds. Working for evil, to try and make good. Are we making progress? Or are we just more pawns for the government. I don't know."

Another "pang," a different sort. One that took him a long while to rationalize - he did not want you to feel that way about yourself. Evil? Such as the government? Not in his eyes. You are far too humane for such things. Just watching you breathe, walk, think reminds him of that. You are tangible - the subject of "evil" is more of a broad web of collected objects. And yet he's seen just how much abhorrent evil can be contained in just a single body, that Lilith would never even come close too by any amount.

"If you're ever scared though, remember that even the evil sleep." You once said.

He doesn't need to sleep. York had that covered - more time to think. But you do. Evident, by the way a puddle of drool is forming on the desk.

He believes you meant, "Even the evil have to show their vulnerability."

Though your messy hair and scribbly handwriting suggests otherwise, you are calm and content in this environment. Safe enough to fall asleep in the middle of the lab when he's there.

Dare he not disturb you … but dare he not let you wake up with pain in your neck and back.

He'll stay a little longer, then figure out what to do with you.

—

It can't be too long past midnight, when the only glow in his lab is his desk lamp, that a shadow on the wall makes a sudden movement. And another. He turns to find your hand twitching around something imperceptible, your eyes running laps under your lids.

His head tilts, straightening from his chair to carefully stride over to your hunched form. Reaching out his gloves hand, he-

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

He goes to rest his hand on your shoulder when the worst, shrill scream wrings throughout each and every metal corridor in the lab, a clamp now around his wrist. You glare at him - but not at him - at something else, a million stars away. Then they laser in on his hand, squeezing his wrist again.

"Shaka!" Breath rushes in and out of your lungs as you learn to breathe again.

"Y/n, I believe you have had some sort of nightmare -"

"Not a nightmare - no, more like night terror - too bad to be a bad dream - too bad to be a dream - get it out of my head!"

Pang. He's not exactly equipped for handling … emotional situations … or

… Has he just not witnessed one? Either or - you are not you, and that is terrifying, and a remedy must be found.

"Do you want to speak it out of your head?"

"... Oh god … I don't … remember anything. But it was awful. Why is it so dark? Isn't it morning yet? What time is it? What year?"

"Lights!" At his word, the room floods with white light, causing you to blink many times, until your eyes start to return to a normal shape.

"Ah .. thank you." Your heart rate has gone down considerably, and he sees the glaze of sleep returning to you.

"We should get you to your proper bed."

"No - no - I'd rather sleep here - no windows in that room."

There are windows in your room. Plenty. Filled with trickling waterfalls of green, spiky, soft, colorful, assorted appendages tangling across the sill, in the direct light of both the sun and moon. You even have a favorite, Hector, a "Zebra Fasciata Haworthia," or rather, a striped aloe vera plant, small enough to fit in one's hand, which hangs in a pot off the wall.

Just one of many details he's stored away.

He takes both your hands gently, "I promise there are windows, and light. You will not be in a box. Come, y/n, I'll take you there."

"... Okay…"

Though each step provides some relief, you're still so tense, so beyond unusual. Arriving at the room, you both cross the threshold. A small, humble space, filled with papers and knick-knacks, books and trinkets, but clean nonetheless, as if it says, "I am a well-loved home."

You only shrugged your coat and shoes off before plopping down on the bed, but you haven't let go of his wrist, staring at him.

"Please don't leave." It's just a plea, and yet … something else hides within it … something … ominous.

How could he say no?

That's how he ends up, awkwardly squeezed in a twin sized bed, boots hanging off the end, helmet still on as you cling to him, a lifeline attached this time, before taking the plunge into the dream world.

Tilting his head, he analyzes your face. There's a furrow in your brow, which he quickly corrects with a smudge of a thumb. Puffy bags - have you not been sleeping? Has he not noticed? How would he not notice? How strange….

While he doesn't possess fatigue… he's feeling a bit… sleepy… perhaps shutting down… isn't … such … isn't can … be taknvcggg.

—

"You actually slept!?"

"Yes, I just felt like doing so."

"Who are you and what have you done to Shaka? You never do anything you wanna do." Lilith points, then laughs.

"Oh my satan- you're keeping secrets!"

"I'm not keeping secrets."

"You tottalllly are."

"It's not a secret if it is known. It may be that you just have not tuned in on that fact."

"Hey! Don't call me stupid!"

"I didn't call you anything."

The woman keeps following him around the lab, giggling, “We all know you’ve known Y/N the longest - you miss the attention right!? I know you’re jelly.”

"I'm not jealous, promise me."

"Ah! Then - you're smitten! Hee hee hee!!! I can totally use this for blackmail!"

"Blackmail?"

"Yep! You don't let me try out the mechs, and I'll tell everyone on the island that you, a Vegapunk, are distracted from your work because of a secret crush!"

"............ But I am not?"

"Doesn't matter whether you admit it or not - rumors are rumors."

"………. You're evil."

She smiles ear to ear.

Well, that’s something new. Smitten. In context, it might be considered unprofessional.

"You might be a satellite of Dr. Vegapunk, but you're still human.”

Still human huh?

The click of boots draws him from thought.

“Good morning, Shaka.” Your voice is quieter but still as kind as ever, hunched over, hair sticking out at odd points, holding two cups of coffee in each hand, with a bunch of clipboards jammed under your arms. You look about as dreary as the weather outside. “My apologies for last night … I wasn’t quite myself … I hope it didn’t disturb you…”

“No,” he accepts the coffee from you, “I do not mind in the slightest. Does that happen often?”

“Eh, well nightmares are nothing unusual, but I guess that one particularly got to me - don’t even remember what happened.” You lean against the edge of his desk, sipping at your coffee, nodding up, “Climatizer broken I assume?”

“Yes. Lilith and Edison are up there trying to fix it-” A yelp is heard, then cursing, and soon the sight of Lilith sliding down the island’s dome. “Emphasis on trying.”

You hide a small smile behind your hand, “Could be something like … ‘gravity boots’ would be a good invention.”

“Hmm … yes - yes! I’m sure Pythagoras will love that!”

“Well, I’ll get to work now.” You wink, going to your desk to organize the clipboards.

Tick. Tick. Tick. His mind easily backtracks to the previous conversations like dots connected by threads. Nightmares? Hmm. It would be nice to build something that could prevent nightmares - but would that be ethical? Would you even accept it?

Problem is … he’s asked himself this about twenty times in the last twelve hours. And nothing else. Lilith might be right - he has a problem. Loud taps mix with the noise around him. Papers shifting, printing, numbers and keys being pressed, the dull roar outside the laboratory. He finds that it is caused by his own finger, when two of yours link with his.

“You okay? You’ve been staring off for quite awhile. How about we take a walk?” You flash him your usual smile.

“Yes, perhaps that would be nice.”

You walk side by side, a unison of footsteps on metal slats (two fingers still curled around his). Down a hall you lead, towards a high glass dome, “There should be a new shipment of plant species growing in the greenhouse.”

The greenhouse is more of a village than a house, ten large domes, connected to one another, house plants from various climates, to the dry and hot, cold yet humid, aquatic, tropical, and more. The plants provide both a means of genetic testing, and discovering new medicines. (Anything could be cured here - if the government actually allowed it). The tropical dome has a high ceiling with stairs meandering along the sides of an artificial waterfall. The balcony at the top allows one to look out over the entire treeline.

“Look,” You reach your hand out, hovering just a broad banana tree leaf, “I remember the first leaf of this thing being the size of my pinky, now just one of these things dwarfs us.”

Drip. Drip.

“Eh?” You look up as droplets become a sprinkle - “Aggh! It’s not supposed to rain right now!” You laugh as you both run down the stairs for cover, taking refuge in the roots of a Banyan.

“Guess everyone’s getting rained on today!” You smile.

“A bit embarrassing that things are breaking all over today.”

“Well, everything needs their downtime.” Arms folding, you lean against the tree, looking up at the dense vermillion, sparked with flecks of orange, splashes of red, a few pink and purples, and dusty yellow light leaking through the dripping thicket.

You look as calm as ever. Anyone would believe so, that is, except for him, staring off like you could melt into the bark and become one with it forever, in that moment.

Say something. Literally anything.

“We must look quite out of place in a jungle.”

You snort, “Yeah I guess.”

If nothing appears wrong, why does the tension feel as thick as the humidity? What exactly is it for? As if he’s … waiting for something … something that wants to happen, but cannot be put into words -

Actually your face is turning as red as some of the flowers in the room, “Umm … Shaka - EEEEEEEK!!!!!!!!”

What can only be described as a, “big ass fucking spider,” with a vengeance, plummets from the tree tops. Then you barrel into him, half running into his arms, half pro-wrestler tackling. The silver thing is gone as soon as it came, leaving -

Leaving you wrapped in his arms.

When did I close my arms when did I close my arms when did I close my arms when did I close my arms-

More surprising, you haven’t even tried to move, trapped in some equal state of shock, staring a hole through his chest. “What were you-

“Hbgbgbbggsummm-Idon’twanttobeweirdorunprofessionaloranythingbutIlikeyouwouldyoumaybewanttogooutwithmeyoudon’thavetosorry.”

“. . . . . . . . That is what was clogging your mind? I almost believed you were going to tell me that you were dying or something else dire-”

“It is dire! I mean - to me - uh - kinda…”

“You … like me?”

“Maybe … okay yes - god - I’m a grown ass adult, this is so embarrassing…”

“Ah…” he clears his throat, “I am not opposed to the idea … quite … contrary…” It’s his turn to avoid your brightening gaze.

“Heh … I … kinda thought that but …” “Oh …” He knew he had feelings beyond camaraderie for you, but the fact that his internal struggle was more than obvious to everyone, including you … oof. That’s a bit of a blow to his pride. “But wait, y/n, why didn’t you say anything?”

“I’m saying things now.”

He chuffs, “Yes, yes I suppose - don’t avoid the question.”

“It felt … almost … forbidden? The positions we work in - I thought you believed the same, and it would be better left unsaid….”

“Now, I recall, you were the one who said, ‘You might be a satellite of Dr. Vegapunk, but you're still human. Don't forget it.’ Are you implying you’re wrong?”

“No! No - just - you must know right? Why it might be … frowned upon?"

Gentle rain fills the silence of gathering thoughts. Science, math, those are things that you can both solve easily. But … 'this' is another game. Instead, he just holds you closer against the vinyl of his jacket as the humid air fills your lungs with the scent of wet earth.

Who cares? Why should they care? Why should you two care about what they care? He certainly does not care when you look up to smile at him.

—

After you've parted ways, with a sweet wink and a giddy blush, Lilith appears as he rounds the corridor.

"You're welcome."

What?

She flashes a silvery object in her hand … a mechanical spider.

"D- YOU SET OFF THE SPRINKLERS!?"

She runs away faster than he can keep up, cackling and waving the spider around.

The aroma of a swamp is both refreshing and … well, a tad moldy. “Earthy.” The bench he sits on is more lichen than wood, the cobble brick below held together with spurts of moss. A few old street lamps light the pavilion in the greenhouse room, home to thick species of hanging trees and gnarled roots, wreathed in massive clumps of Tillandsia usneoides, “No York, they’re not a form of pasta, you can’t eat them.”

Crickets and frogs sing their symphony throughout the marsh; despite the fact that they only housed plants here, the animals found their way in inevitably.

And yet, this is exactly as it should be. No one cleans the bricks, no one fixes the bench, no one trims the moss - because it was here to begin with, and will stay that way.

Finally, you appear from the red brick road into the central hub of the dome, “Sorry, am I late?”

“No, I am early.”

It’s not that fancy of a meeting, but your hair was more kept than usual, lacking your signature lab coat for a more casual wear. And he - well he’d changed his coat … well the same coat, just a different color.

Settling next to him, you placed a little wicker basket, holding various kinds and colors of snacks, “I set the applesauce on fire, but it’s still good.”

“How did you manage that?”

“I’m still trying to figure that out myself.”

The two of you sat in relative silence, letting it all sink into your bones. Though he did not really eat, he nudged his helmet up just enough to nibble on the treats. Yes, you’d definitely set the applesauce on fire, but it was still very tasty.

You chuckle, cracking a wide smile, “I have something to show you. Hold on.” Disappearing into the foliage, he hears a few clicks, a muffled curse, then a soft bang. The lamps go out.

Darkness bursts into stars.

Green flecks of light swim across the walls, the bricks, the trees, everything. He stands and is surrounded in it, no longer on the ground, but floating in a void of firelights. Fingers curl around his own gloved digits.

“When on earth did you set this up?”

“Long ago, actually. I come here at night sometimes.”

“‘Sometimes.’ This is an awful lot of work.”

“Worth it.”

You plant a kiss on the side of his helmet, taking his other hand, as he wraps an arm around your waist, and you both begin stepping to a silent song.

Attempt. Attempt dancing that is. It lasts about twenty seconds before someone's shoe gets caught under another's and you both go fumbling to the floor, filling the greenhouse with echoes of laughter.

#one piece reader insert #one piece x y/n #one piece x reader #Shaka (One Piece) x reader

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Monster March Day 6- Android/Robot/Cyborg Part 2

So this is the NSFW part of the story. And it's just...all under the cut.

As always, thanks to @borealwrites for their Monster March 2023 prompt list. As well as @catbatart for their Monster March list as well. Enjoy.

Part 2

The Joys and Dangers of Intimacy

However, true to the ship’s prediction. In two weeks, he had noticed several crew members get irritable. But nothing compared to the all out fights, and pranks and abuse he had seen on other ships where the crew was mostly male. A few terse comments, a few cries, and most of all, almost a mass consumption of several foods, the most notable ones being chocolate, ice cream and pasta and bread. And then, almost just as quickly as it started, it ended, apologies were given, amends were made. Many flowers were given to various crew members and a few laughs in the mass hall and everything was back to being perfectly pleasant and wonderful again.

And then, two weeks after that, then he started to notice every organic female crew member seemed to smile extra brightly and happily, especially at him. He had never gotten this many compliments or praise in his life. He was nearly overwhelmed by the attention and then the warning he had gotten from Captain Leah came to mind.

Then the invitations came that Leah had alluded to. And as much as it sounded fun. The personal relationships he had garnered with the other crew members, he didn’t feel warranted such things as he, personally, didn’t feel comfortable being that intimate with those who asked. And when he stated his reasons for declining their offers, his treatment did not change or diminish, if anything they all practically flocked to him and befriended him even more! And soon, he was seemingly the favorite of the ship’s crew. He was welcome in every cabin, at any table, in any other social space, either public or private. And hugs! He didn’t know hugs could be so wonderful and rewarding. So much touching and casual intimacy and vulnerability. He had never been happier than to be on this ship, with these people, hauling cargo on an older but beloved and cherished ship.

But by the third month, he decided to indulge himself. And when asked if he wanted to be intimate, he decided to agree and happily took her back to his cabin and got the attachment out of the box and together they managed to attach it.

But to his shock, it didn’t do anything. It didn’t “turn on” or anything. It was just…there. There was no sensitivity that he had become accustomed to on the covering over his body that mimicked organic flesh. Then he, out of desperation tried to use the replacement but it had the same result.

“Well, I guess we’re just going to have to wait until we can get back in port and you can get another one.” Izzy offered with a bit of disappointment before she redressed and left.

“Moana, where is the captain?” Oliver asked the ship, since Moana was the ship’s computer program.

“Captain Leah is currently in her quarters.” Moana answered before Oliver simply got redressed himself and clicked the button on the panel to show he wanted access to her cabin.

“Come on in Oliver.” Leah answered as she got up from her couch where she was reading an older, but beloved book and stood to look at him curiously.

“Is everything ok?” She asked.

“No. Izzy wished to engage in sexual intercourse with me and I wished to do the same. However, I have never unboxed my genitalia, or attached before and it is not working. And I am distressed while Izzy is disappointed.” Oliver explained.

“Oh. Ok. So, what remedy would you like to have for this?” Leah asked carefully.

“Could you please help me to see if I attached it wrong or that I did not attach it correctly, despite following the instructions?” Oliver asked.

“Of course. I’ll be happy to help however I can. Do you still have the box?” She asked.

“Yes, it is here.” He said as he lifted the box that had been in his hand.

“Ok, well, let’s look together.” She offered as she took the box and took out the instruction manual and even took out the special mold that it rested in before a cord came out that had been hidden in a compartment that he had not noticed before.

“Oooh. It’s a rechargeable one. So you have to charge it and then recharge it. Come on, I’ll show you how to do that.” She offered as she went with him back to his quarters and plugged in the port.

“Penis please.” Leah tried not to laugh as she held out her hand expectantly before he dropped his pants and disconnected it and handed it to her as she blushed but still found the charging port and plugged it in before she did the same with the other.

“Oh, I feel them now. Yes, it has very low battery life.” He realized.

“Yeah, usually once it fully charges and then attaches to you, you can set it to permanently attach and then it will simply feed off of your own circuitry to always stay charged or exchange or interchange them if you wish to acquire others.” Leah explained.

“So I have options to get others?” Oliver asked before Leah seemed to give him a meaningful look and grin before she pulled up the special catalog that had just been downloaded and brought it up for him to view.

“You can have as many as you wish to buy and can afford.” Leah offered before she got up and gestured for him to sit down at his own desk.

“My advice, use this original one or even the replacement one- once or twice or even a few times, see how they operate and feel and will be what you want or need them to be, then if you aren’t happy or satisfied, upgrade.” Leah offered as she moved to leave.

“Leah?” Oliver asked.

“Yeah?” She asked as she paused to turn to face him.

“Of all the crew members, you have never asked me for intimacy. Does this mean you are satisfied with how things are now that you do not wish for more or do you feel it will be a conflict of interest or ethics for you to ask?” Oliver asked her.

“It would be a conflict of interest and ethically, a moral gray area. So that’s why I would never ask.” Leah asked.

“But if I were to ask you to engage in intercourse with me, would you want to comply? Or would you still refuse?” Oliver asked.

“Well that depends on if you really wanted to engage in it with me or if you would only be doing so because you still feel some sense of debt towards me. Because if it’s the latter, I would decline. Because that is no way to be a good captain, or even a crew member for that matter.” Leah specified.

“Well, to a degree, I feel indebted to you for saving me from the Brigadeen, however that only impresses upon me that you are a very good and kind being and use your authority for the help and betterment of others. And I deeply respect and admire you for it. But I also do desire a closeness and intimacy with you that stems from such respect and admiration and you are quite attractive as well.” Oliver confessed as Leah just smiled wider as her cheeks just flushed deeper and harder.

“Ok. Then how about you get this sorted and any kinks in its operation worked out first. Then if you’re still interested, you can ask again.” Leah offered amicably with a fond grin before she left and had to simply hum a giggle to herself before she messaged Izzy about it. And within another minute Izzy was hastily almost jogging down the hallway.

“Thanks Leah!” Izzy said as she paused to press a kiss to her older sister figure’s cheek before she hit the button Oliver’s cabin several times, anxious to get back in before she was let back in and had her power charger with her to power charge his attachments so they could get more time to enjoy sex with each other.

Leah went back into her cabin and asked for the volume of her music to be raised to help drown out the noise coming from across the hall. Because the moment Izzy had supercharged one, she used the one and then traded it out for the other that had reached it’s charge as Oliver immediately ordered a super charger as well accessed the special catalog and thanks to his sign on bonus, practically ordered one of everything from the catalog. Because intimacy, for the first time in his life, was a very pleasurable experience now that he was fully informed and consenting and willing participant.

Once Izzy was good and satisfied, she helped clean and disinfect them and then asked if it was ok for her to tell the other interested parties that he was now fully equipped, but only if he was interested. But now that he was experienced with Izzy, now his desire for Leah was only more prominent as he politely declined and wished to keep this new development private, which Izzy respected and was happy to agree to.

Izzy then got redressed and slinked from his quarters to Leah’s.

“So?” Leah asked as Izzy practically became a pile of mush on her couch.

“Sooo good!” Izzy squealed.

“And he wants to keep it “private”.” Izzy added.

“Good for him. I take it he enjoyed it too?” Leah offered.

“Yeah, had his artificial testicles been filled with psuedo cum, I might have run him dry.” Izzy clicked her sharp fanged teeth.

“Well, enjoy it, just make sure you don’t get too territorial ok?” Leah urged.

“Not a problem.” Izzy reassured her friend and captain before Leah’s tablet went off when there was an alert for a massive protocol download before Leah picked it up and looked at it and raised her eyebrows at it.

“What?” Izzy asked.

“Uh, you’re really going to enjoy future sessions with him, because he’s downloading the kamasutra and a lot of other how to be a good lover manuals.” Leah said as she moved to show Izzy who squealed and made a shrill call of delight.

“Lube, I need lube! Lots of lube and pseudo semen for him.” Izzy immediately said as she used Leah’s pad to make the purchase once she signed in as herself.

“Just as long as we don’t have another “Cable” situation, you guys knock yourselves out.” Leah offered as she granted Oliver the extra bandwidth so he could download all the information that much faster.

“So, I gotta ask, are you gonna get a taste of Oliver too?” Izzy asked once she signed out of the pad and returned it to the table.

“Well this is still new and novel to him because I think in the past, he wasn’t given too much of a choice. But if he really pursues it, I might consider it.” Leah admitted with a blush.

“Well, even factory specs are more than enough to get the job done, that’s for sure. It’s a good thing he had two, cause we got to use both and enjoy both.” Izzy offered.

“So what was the final count?” Leah asked.

“Oh at least four for me, I think he had 5 or 6 though. He was still learning himself I think.” She ventured.

“Well, then I guess I’ll wait until he fully knows himself then.” Leah decided.

“Oh, I’ll help him explore everything he wants to.” Izzy giggled licentiously.

Oliver, was delighted when they came back to port, he got a whole crate of “goods” as he happily took them back to his quarters and immediately plugged them all in to charge as well begin to charge all the power bricks.

“So which one do you want to try out first?” Izzy asked as she giddily appraised how his cabin was just covered in artificial genetalia, half of which could directly link up with him, others he’d have to use special adaptors for.

“Whichever one will please the Captain best.” Oliver answered as Izzy’s face fell before she tried to push it down and smile despite her disappointment.

“Oh, Izzy, you are distressed, I apologize, I should have asked which one would please you best.” Oliver realized once he saw her reaction.

“No, it’s fine. She’s….Leah’s great. And honestly if your heart is set on her, I get it.” Izzy tried to waive off despite the tears to her eyes.

“No, it is not fine, you are still distressed, please, tell me how to make the distress go away.” Oliver requested.

“You can’t Oliver, it’s ok. I mean, it makes sense. Leah saved you. She’s the one who has insisted you get the proper care and maintenance you’ve been needing and has given you a fresh new start. I understand that your feelings for her would eclipse any other you might have grown for the others. And I got exactly what I asked for. Friends with sexual benefits and no commitments, or complications, it’s ok, really.” Izzy shook her head and pushed the discomfort down deeper so Oliver wouldn’t see or be able to tell.

“But, if you are going to go for Leah, you may want to download some aggressive alpha protocols. Because she’s used to always being in charge and she is used to always giving orders. So, from what I’ve seen. In any kind of romantic or even just a plain sexual relationship, she’ll want to relinquish that control and have someone else call the shots, if not downright dominate her. But that’s just what I’ve seen. I could be wrong. You should probably talk to her about it and what she would want.” Izzy offered before she turned on her heel and got out of there as quickly as she could.

“Izzy?” Leah asked when Izzy caught her gaze and quickly looked away as her facade faltered.

“Hun? What’s wrong?” Leah asked as she simply stepped to the side to make sure Izzy was ok.

“Nothing, nothing.” Izzy tried to shake off.

“Izkansia, what’s wrong?” Leah asked before Izzy pulled her into a corner.

“So, Oliver ordered a bunch of new cocks.” Izzy began.

“Ok.” Leah knitted her brows.

“Yeah, turns out. He didn’t get any of it for me.” Izzy admitted as tears started to blur her vision.

“And I of course, thought that because him and I have been fucking, pretty regularly, and what I understood as exclusive ever since I asked last time. And today he got a whole crateful of them in and I thought we were about to be two kids in a candy store and go nuts and I traded my shift with Sisti just so him and I could...” Izzy began to explain.

“Play?” Leah supplied.

“Oh no, did he get it all for…me?” Leah asked, mortified at Izzy’s rejection.

“Yup.” Izzy popped that ‘p’ like the bubble of her ego did just moments before.

“I’m so sorry, he asked and I turned him down. I didn’t think…” Leah began.

“No! It’s ok. Really. I got exactly what I asked for. A friends with benefits relationship with no commitment or complications. And here I am, catching feelings and making it complicated we got to be mutually exclusive for the last month.” Izzy tried to laugh off her own heartbreak before Leah just stood on tip toe to embrace her friend as Izzy wrapped her four arms around Leah’s torso and held her against her carapice.

“I’m so sorry Izzy, I can…” Leah began.

“No. Oliver’s friendship is a treasure and anything more than that is a gift, honestly. Please don’t turn him down just on account of me. I know you and your own heart have already been through the ringer and Oliver is amazing and if Oliver wants you and you want him, you shouldn’t let me get in the way of that.” Izzy cut her off.

“He’s not exactly my type though.” Leah admitted.

“But he could be. All he would need is a dominating alpha werewolf protocol and you’d be putty on your own floor.” Izzy laughed despite it.

“But then he wouldn’t be the Oliver we’ve all grown to love and admire. We like him because he’s not that. He’s sweet and helpful and mild and accommodating and takes direction like a dream.” Leah noted.

“Well, that’s why you need to install a voice activated protocol, use a trigger word to get him into alpha mode and then another word to get him out of it again.” Izzy offered.

“But not if it’s at your expense.” Leah offered as she pulled back to still look up into Izzy’s eyes.

“It’s not my expense. I just need to find another Oliver who will like me as much he seems to like you because he has been lowkey asking everyone, basically how to woo you and I’m kicking myself for ignoring the signs for a damn month.” Izzy chided herself.

“But if he’s used you to gain sexual experience, that’s still usery.” Leah frowned.

“No. That damn free will, it makes the choice to love you mean something.” Izzy noted.

“No, it’s just plain experience. And honestly, if I really wanted to spring for it, I could buy another just like him and program him to just service me sexually, they make sex droids. I should just get one.” Izzy offered as she slowly set Leah back down on her feet again and withdrew to try to get recomposed.

“But it just wouldn’t be the same.” Leah sympathized.

“True. But in the mean time, if you saw anything in there, I can give you a copy of his order slip so you could get it yourself. You could one those mechanical bull type deals and attach it to that.” Leah offered.

“Yeah, that would be good.” Izzy said before Leah took out her pocket communicator and sent it to Izzy.

“There you go. This is on me. 5 thousand credits. Go nuts.” Leah invited.

“Not bad for a broken heart. I should get my heart broken more often.” Izzy tried to joke.

“I know. Sucky consolation prize.” Leah offered.

“Nah, it’s good. We’re good. I promise.” Izzy offered before she excused herself to go to her own room to begin her own shopping spree before Leah marched over to Oliver’s room but hesitated in pressing the call button as her sense told her it was a bad idea and just as she turned and took a step away, Oliver appeared in his doorway.

“Oh Captain Leah, I need to talk to you, could you come inside please?” Oliver invited as Leah simply held her head up higher and put her shoulders back before she turned to him and took the three steps into his quarters but refused to take more than a single step inside his quarters.

“Maybe I should wait for this conversation. You appear agitated.” Oliver realized.

“What is it, Ensign?” Leah asked, perhaps a bit more sharply than she usually spoke to him as she could see his facial expression change to one of confusion.

“Can I have a conversation with just Leah or are you on duty as Captain?” Oliver asked as Leah took a measured breath as she crossed her arms over her chest.

“What is it Oliver?” Leah asked as her shoulders dropped just a hair.

“I was hoping to ask you if you’d consider having a romantic and possibly a sexual development to our friendship.” Oliver asked hopefully.

“Not right now Oliver.” Leah shook her head no.

“May I ask why?” Oliver asked.

“Because of your current relationship with Izzy.” Leah answered.

“Oh, I did not mean to hurt Izzy.” Oliver sheepishly offered.

“I know you didn’t. But she’s my friend. And out of respect and admiration for her, her emotional wellbeing means more to me than my own personal pleasure should I engage in such things with you.” Leah insisted.

“I see.” Oliver nodded in understanding before Leah nodded as well before she left, her head a bit lowered than she usually wore it.

However, the next day, the crew had a last minute addition to the staff. An actual sex droid named Alexjandro to “service” the staff. And while he was not interested engaging himself with the newcomer, he was curious as to why everyone, excluding the captain, invited the bot into their quarters when they weren’t going to his.

And if Oliver thought he had a wide selection. Alexjandro was a true professional and their quarters were practically decorated with various attachments all over the walls, so that anyone could come in, pick their preferred “attachment” and then an hour later, they left. He had his “hours” of operation and even the same pay as him. But he was restricted to common areas and personal quarters and he was not allowed in other areas of the ship. Mostly because he wasn’t needed or “worked” in those areas.

But it seemed Izzy’s infatuation with him passed as Alexjandro was now the favorite of the crew. But Oliver took heart and courage that Leah did not engage with Alexjandro. As she was, if anything, extremely detached to him, she was polite, when in public areas but other than professional courtesy. But nothing more than that.

“So I hear you have quite the collection of “attachments”,” Alexjandro murmured to Oliver as Oliver was preparing coffee for the crew in the mass hall one morning for the rest of the crew.

“I do.” Oliver confirmed.

“Would you mind showing me? Maybe I can buy a few off of you that you don’t want or use or need?” Alexjandro offered.

“Yes, that would be equitable.” Oliver agreed before the two went to his room as Alexandro appraised the attachments but already had most of them. The only one he didn’t have, was a copy of Oliver’s genitalia.

“Wait, is this your original attachment?” Alexjandro asked.

“Yes. That is the one I do not need and you may purchase it for fair market value.” Oliver answered since the one that Leah had ordered for him, stayed in it’s box, near his bedside. And was the only thing that Oliver did feel a sense of sentimentality towards.

“So you found one that you like better?” Alexjandro asked.

“Yes. This one. This was the one the Captain ordered for me after my initial inspection where she found I had no genitals attached. She feared that the ones you were holding were destroyed or mutilated. Thus why it was not attached. So she ordered me a replacement that has extra aftermarket features I’ve enjoyed more than the original.” Oliver answered as he simply took out the box but refused to open it to show him.

“Oh, the ice queen.” Alexjandro noted with a smug grin.

“Excuse me? Why would you call Captain Leah “the ice queen”?” Oliver asked curiously as Alexjandro simply grinned wryly.

“Because she’s been nothing but cold to me ever since I came on board. I’ve noticed I’m the only one who receives such treatment.” Alexjandro answered.

“Oh, that is because of me.” Oliver began before Oliver explained the situation before Alexjandro’s addition to the crew.

“Ah.” Alexjandro nodded in understanding.

“Well, a hundred and fifty credits for the attachment then.” Alexjandro offered as he was still holding the original.

“I believe that is a hundred credits over what it is worth. You would be overpaying.” Oliver argued.

“Nope. That’s fair. Trust me. What you see in the computer isn’t always right. This is practically mint in box. Only used once on one person. Which makes it practically brand new. And it comes with the story and background and something called “providence”. Which makes it far more valuable. I won’t give you a half credit less than 150 credits.” Alexjandro insisted.

“Very well.” Oliver agreed before Oliver broke the sync he had with it and Alexandro synced with it himself before Alexandro gave Oliver a link to a special program catalog that was usually only used by sex droids as well as highlighting what Alexjandro had read on Leah. What she would like, what she would please her best because part of Alexjandro’s programming came with a special system to read biological life forms, and use small cues like a mentalist would to create something of an algorithm to predict what that person would like. And Alexandro simply gave it Oliver. Who then, downloaded the program and ran the algorithm with what he already had on the crew and it came with shockingly accurate results. Especially for Izzy. So Oliver had hope and something akin to faith that it would be accurate for Leah.

So Oliver, after some encouragement from Alexjandro decided to approach Leah again when the ship was in port in the next month after that. Leah stayed with the ship while everyone else was in port getting what they wanted and needed. Leaving only the other androids and robots on duty while the ship was docked.

And Oliver decided to come to Leah’s cabin and pressed the call button.

“Enter.” Leah answered.

“Yes Ensign Oliver?” Leah asked as she didn’t bother getting up or really looking up from her records as she did payroll as well as an inventory.

“Can I please converse with Leah instead of the Captain?” Oliver asked.

“Yeah, sure, what’s up Olie?” Leah asked before she looked up from her records to look at him curiously as Oliver seemed to fidget before he took the seat on the other side of her desk.

“I would like to reask some questions to you. Because I feel your views and stand may have changed.” Oliver asked.

“Ok.” Leah gave him a curious smile.

“I would like to pursue a romantic and sexual relationship with you in addition to our working and friendship relationship.” Oliver suggested as Leah finally grinned widely.

“I was hoping you were going to ask that. Yes. I would like that. However, before we proceed, we should lay some boundaries ok?” Leah offered.

“Agreed. I would understand that especially outside of your quarters or mine, you are still the captain and I should remain subordinate and continue with my duties and shifts.” Oliver offered.

“That’s correct.” Leah nodded in agreement.

“However, it was suggested, that because you are the captain and are always in charge of your ship and crew, that in your personal life and personal and romantic relationships, you would prefer someone else to be in control.” Oliver added.

“Really?” Leah giggled licentiously as she thought that over as she leaned over the desk even more towards him.

“That’s also correct.” Leah giggled as she blushed.

“So, I have downloaded a dominating protocol. Which you can access with any chosen command you wish.” Oliver offered.

“How about…’Olivier’?” Leah proposed.

“Ah, yes, that is accurate. And what command would you like to use for me to exit the protocol?” Oliver asked.

“I need Oliver, please.” Leah offered.

“Very well, those commands are set.” Oliver offered.

“And when would you like to engage…?” Oliver began to ask.

“Olivier. Would you fuck me over my desk?” Leah asked and Oliver gleefully let the protocol enact before he got up, pulled Leah up to her feet and then proceeded to practically rip her uniform off of her and shoved the datapads on her desk off to the floor as his own clothes seemed to get the same treatment before he shoved her onto her own desk, and roughly spread her legs wide to accommodate him before he gave his cock enough lubrication to slide in on it’s own without much else as he shoved it deep inside, only for Leah to gasp and moan as her fingers curled over the edge of the desk as she even raised her ass higher to get the angle of him just right inside of her.

“Ohh, fuck me.” Leah groaned before Oliver slapped her ass and pulled on her tail to pull her flesh flush with his own while the tip of her tail wiggled in delight while the fine hairs on her body raised as gooseflesh bloomed down her arms.

“Oh I intend to.” Oliver rumbled before he grabbed her by the horns to really give her spine a stretch as she moaned and keened again before he started up an almost heinous rhythm before he was rewarded to see her start to change her form, to actually be smaller so that his cock felt larger inside of her.

“Change back.” Oliver commanded before she did and was rewarded when the aftermarket cock she had bought him got as large as her body could allow as her whole body shuddered and adjusted to him.

“Oh fuck. Yes! Yes!” Leah cried before Oliver continued with his onslaught into her before another another cock came out from being stored in his extra compartment, and speared her pucker, causing a delighted shriek of pleasure from her along with a trill that Oliver could feel travel from deep in her chest, down her body and into his own. It was true, he had done his homework on Leah and her species and knew that only when they were engaged in something that truly pleased and excited them, did they make that trill and he continued until that trill got louder and more intense until she practically vibrated with it and was practically vibrating him with it too. But his feet were firmly planted into the floor while her prehensile tail wrapped around his torso to keep him as close as possible, allowing only his pelvis to rock against her as he grinded and pounded his strokes into her.

Leah then began to make a sound that was both higher yet lower than what normal ears could hear, but Oliver but could still hear and feel it in addition to the normal hearing range while her body slowly became more and more animalistic in it’s appearance. Because she kept a more “humanoid” form while outside of her cabin to put the other crewmembers at ease because her true more “creature” form tended to put others on edge. Oliver got to see more of the fanged teeth, claws and even in certain areas, fur, accentuated by scales that were the most beautiful colors with iridescence.

Then he started to make the same vocalizations that he had heard males of her species were known to make and that’s when things went from great to fantastic.

The moment his enhanced voice box made those calls, suddenly, she was practically crawling over the desk, taking him with her, thanks to her tail and once in the bed, he practically shoved her face into the pillows and grabbed her hair with one hand while the other braced his body up by placing his hand between her long shoulder blades and that’s when he pulled out all the stops so to speak because when trigaxians mated, it was usually a few males ganging up on a female. So he added a few cocks to each hole, to stretch her as wide as she could go while his body released a synthetic male trigaxian pheromone, based on her own pheromones and what would genetically speaking, appeal to her on the most base, creature level. And he made several variants and immediately released three and Leah could not have been more happy about it. Her eyes were threatening to roll back into her skull as Oliver engaged his own prehensile attachment to wrap around her waist while his hands moved to her hips to keep a firm grip on them to keep her with him on the softer bed surface.

This was probably why she didn’t engage sexually with others. She simply, wasn’t attracted to them on any level. But thanks to his own artificial attempts, he was happy he could be the closest thing to the real thing. She had started to shred her bedding as she desperately wanted the release that was fast approaching.

Then Oliver got the treat of his life when her skin started to glow, it pulsed and a beautiful myriad of patterns that he took notice of before he started to make- what was in his own ears- a low grunting rumble as he did his best to make his body correspond and shake with the sound as her body responded by giving a similar answering call that practically made the room shake and the objects on the shelves rattle. Oliver tried again and her answering call was even bigger and louder and the reverberations on the room around them were even more pronounced and with one last shove, desperate to fill her as much as he could, he had every cock ejaculate special pseudo semen, each laced with it’s own cocktail of synthetic trigaxian male pheromone and hormone just as she climaxed and her own essence then had a chain reaction and solidified, to keep him right where he was and would no sooner force him to break his attachments off before they could be removed as he dumped every drop he had made up to that point- into her as her belly and her bowels filled with it while her flesh was eager suck up every molecule of synthetic hormone and pheromone.

“Fuck, yeah, like…like that.” Leah managed to mumble, her voice muffled by the contents that had been inside of her pillow only a moment before.

“It will take a while to replicate more synthetic pseudo semen.” Oliver informed her as he was just happy that she obviously enjoyed it as she was content to relax and simply lay on her bed with Oliver laying over her, his weight mimicking a mating gang perfectly.

“Yeah, that was…that was perfect.” Leah praised as her brain was swimming in happiness and satisfaction as her form felt like it finally had an infuriating primal itch finally get scratched and a need finally getting filled before Oliver moved her hair and other debris out of her face.

“There you are.” Oliver smiled adoringly as she turned more towards him.

“Here I am.” Leah said.

“And you’ve never been more beautiful.” Oliver praised before he kissed her sweetly, feeling very honored that she trusted him enough to really show him what she really was.

“And you’ve never looked more handsome. I see you did your homework.” She murmured.

“I have done my fair share of research and preparations for this encounter, yes.” Oliver confirmed.

“Why?” Leah asked.

“Because you were the first person to look at me and see me for what I could be, and not what I was. So I’ve wanted to return the favor.” He answered as her eyes got glassy but her smile, with it’s large, fanged teeth, was just as beautiful as any wonder in the universe.

“And now I get to see you for what you really are, and not what you feel you have to be for everyone else.” Oliver offered before Leah’s body gave another substance that once again liquified her essence to release him so he could lay beside her and hold her as she cozied up into his chest while Oliver was happy to hold her and pet her head, and her hair and down her back, along the trail of hair and scales as he then used the last of his bank account to get more attachments and improvements to his form to make him appear, sound, smell and feel like a trigaxian. Because he was sure that if “Olivier” was going to be needed and wanted more, he would change himself to suit her, including a damn near series of trigaxian male cocks in various sizes to go with his tail along with as much synthetic trigaxian pseudo semen base as he could. Getting a whole barrel of it along with a variety pack of strains of hormone and pheromones to add to it.

“What are you doing? I hear your gears whizzing away like crazy.” Leah asked.

“Acquiring more aftermarket attachments and enhancements. If you want and need a trigaxian, thankfully, I’m an android who can put on various sets of covers for my body and appendages to better suit your wants, needs and tastes.” He offered.

“But you are great just the way you are.” Leah tried to counter.

“Well, it’s a good thing that once I try them out and you’re not happy with them, I can return it to get my credits back. But, if it does please you, then you get to enjoy me with the extra enhancement.” Oliver offered.

“Ok, fine. When will they be here?” Leah asked.

“Day after tomorrow.” He answered.

“Ok.” Leah smiled.

However, that still left Oliver to try and use every set of genitalia he had on her until then as she was happy to immediately pick out her favorites that were similar enough to please and pleasure her best. And while they wrecked her bed, she was happy to replace every piece with a more “durable” set of bedding that would mimic her world’s flora because her kind often mated out in nature back in the home planet.

But once they got the parts in stock. Leah was antsy and anxious to see how he would look as she paced in her room and waited for him to come, her tail whipping behind her and nearly cracking like a literal whip a few times, which her tail, thankfully could do.

But when she heard the heavy knock on the door, the doors could not open fast enough to reveal Oliver, looking like a damn near biological tragaxian! And her tail actually whipped and the crack was so loud it echoed off the walls as her pupils got as wide as they could go.

“Oh Olivier!” Leah nearly cackled gleefully before she all but pounced on him. Her powerful hind legs launching her into his arms before they made out as he moved her to the bed and actually broke the frame of the bed thanks to the heavy attachments since his rebuild now accommodated his now heavier body as his new tongue, also coated in a saliva base laced with synthetic hormones and pheramones slithered along her neck before the tongue tightened around her throat like a collar while his large maw opened and the teeth just seemed to rest against her skin while a humidifier imitated a hot, wet breath to help aerate the saliva as his now long, and large tragaxian phallus laid stiff and ready on her belly while his pelvis rocked back so he could insert that and a few others into her as her legs were already spread as her lower legs crossed behind his waist before he grabbed her legs and practically pinned her fore knees next to her head to open herself up wide for him while he aligned his first extra large phallus and the second into her rear and while he eased the latter in, the first was practically aching to be joined with her. And by the time he was fully seated, she was swimming in bliss. And by the time she realized a third cock had joined in, she was only vaguely aware that Oliver had put all three to move in tandem and then when he had replaced his hand with another so that it could fuck her throat while the other three fucked her pussy and ass, she greedily swallowed it down, thanking her evolution to have a full epiglottis that went from her nostrils to her lungs so that this cock could practically go all the way down to her stomach otherwise. And between the grass against her back, and all the various strains of pheromones, she was, in her mind, practically back at home, getting into another mating gang and getting ever hole she had practically bored out as her body fully relaxed to allow all of the phallus entrance into her body and with every stroke in, it shoved the cock down her throat and every pull out, it moved it back up and out only to repeat, over and over and over again. Only instead of worrying that she would be fucked into a deep exhaustion that bordered on death because male targaxians could fuck so vigoriously that they too, were also in danger of fucking a female to the point of exhaustion and death. And the point of having so many males, is that if a male expired, he was then used as food to revive the female so she could and would bear his offspring. And it was why most males only lasted until their first mating season, but females could live and last so much longer.

But Oliver had thought ahead and ordered for a carcass of a large animal to be dropped off in a few hours. When she would be sated and most likely, very, very hungry.

And he was right.

"OK, now it's perfect." Leashavnti admitted as her fanged teeth tore the flesh off the carcass while Oliver split the bigger bones so she could consume the marrow better.

"Agreed." Oliver smiled happily.

"Love you." Leah offered as she planted a bloody kiss to his cheek.

"Love you too, my Lady and Savior." Oliver grinned.

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