N x fem!reader
(how you guys met, + scenario)
★ you met N when your curiosity got the better of you and you ventured off out of your colony, surprisingly getting away with the excuse that you wanted to examine the doors from the outside. (something that Uzi totally didn't tell you to say.)
★ you went off a little too far, and ended up in some sort of wasteland cave. there were body parts of worker drones everywhere, some dirtied in oil and some as if they had been licked clean.
★ and then, he appeared out of nowhere — from the top of the cave. the most damage he did before you ended up prying him off you was a rip to your chest. It wasn't deep but you do remember it hurting.
★the "X" along with a sharp smile on his visor went away and his eyes turned to normal. he didn't remember what happened for the past '2' hours. you on the other hand? were freaking out.
★ it came to his attention that you were hurt, and suddenly all the pain came to you. he offered to fix it up, which you didn't exactly get how he would help, but you accepted the offer anyways.
★ everything after that is something you don't want to recall. and everytime something remotely about it is brought up to N blush streaks appear on his visor.
★ it was a awkward meeting, but you two are the best of the best buddies now.
scenario ★
★ "N! look! look what I found!" you stood behind N and almost forgot you had to look up to look him in the eyes. N had a smile on his face as he looked down at your hands to see some sort of decoration for hats. a pin, humans would call it.
★ N looked at it in amazement, but you could tell he was slightly confused. "that's so cool! but uh.. where does it go?" N scratched his head and took the pin in his hand. you giggled at his question before taking it back and reaching for his pilot hat. "here." you pinned it to the side and for a second, he took off his hat. he stared at the pin for a few seconds before smiling.
★ "thanks a bunch! i love it!" N pulled you into a bear hug and you happily returned the hug.
★ "get a frickin room, losers." Uzi stomped as she was with J and V, not so far from you two. J looked unamused while V looked all the amused. you and N both had blush streaks appear on your visors as Uzi complained and N put back on his hat.
this belongs to @prowlerverse ^^ please do not translate my work without permission thank you !!🫶
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On good days, the clouds in Freminet's head are gloomy and overcast. They blot out the sun of his emotions and keep him safe. Sometimes, it even rains in Freminet's mindscape. He doesn't mind those days, in fact, he welcomes the gentle patter.
Something about the rhythmic drops, a sound that mirrors real life, settles his heart. There is no end to the ripples that echo in his lonely heart, so he hopes that if they must move, that they are kind. They aren't always, but he will take many things over waves.
Freminet takes a long, deep breath and falls back into the water. The open blue welcomes him with open arms. Rainbows of rippling fish shimmer weaving in and out of bright corals and seaweed.
This is what he's been missing.
He sinks down lower, where the water is calm. Here, no ripples disturb the surface. Under the turbulent fabric that connects all of the seas at the top, the bottom is comparatively slower. He could almost sleep here, undisturbed for all time.
It's colder still at the bottom of the sea. Cyan blue fades into indigo and turns deeper. Like how the day turns into night, Freminet lets the waves wash his heart out, lets the numb freeze over his mind.
He doesn't have to think here.
Just this once, Freminet is free. There is no one to stare, no one to judge, he's safe. Happier and better than anywhere else. Sunlight floating down from the surface has left gentle kisses on his face.
He likes to think that it's his mother.
But only on good days.
On bad days, the overcast weather turns from gloomy to stormy. Thunder strikes at every opportunity, turning into an awful pounding headache. Lighting bolts pierce steaming holes into the sea of his mind. Turbulent waves tower over him and it seems like Freminet will drown.
On these days, everything is simultaneously too loud and quiet. Every pause after he talks to someone seems to stretch out into an infinity that even the Electro Archon would envy and each conversation becomes a chore. Something that Freminet thinks that even Lady Furina would tire of.
Maybe not, she had a gift for speech. In many ways that he didn't.
When the skies turn into storms, Lyney leaves the table they eat at. His spot quickly turns from a source of warm to a stale hole. Like a draft in a rickety old house, or the cold breath of air that visits one's slumber in winter.
Freminet could have all his fortresses up, insulate all the possible gaps in his heart, and still, Lyney burns them down. What he thinks was an icy heart melts away easily, much too quickly at Lyney's cold, silent rage.
He doesn't explode, merely walks out. Freminet is left staring at the empty abyss of his back. Lynette is left to pick up the pieces, her gentle voice and soothing hands smoothing over the wrinkles in the tension.
She's good at that, at making them relax.
Freminet envies her. He envies Lyney. it's an irrational thought, but one that he can't keep away. He might reinforce his defences, arm himself once more, doggedly stumble onwards, but he doesn't reach the pedestral.
At the very top of the kingdom that "Father" has built, stands Lyney's figure. Silent and brooding, one rung below sits Lynette. Freminet has been looking up at them even when they were strangers. He has never moved once from the abyss of the sea.
Before the twins' arrival, he has never known desire for something other than the ocean. He doesn't know if the change he faces now is a good or bad thing.
He doesn't get to ponder these questions in the day time.
They only become evident at night. When he lies in bed and the blankets are tucked into every corner to stop a cold breeze, do the thoughts arise. There is no peace that can be won without a fight.
Sometimes he dreams.
They are fuzzy at most, leaving vague impressions. Like marks in the sand, soon to be washed away. But Freminet remembers the feelings they gave him.
If he had to describe them, it would be like a gentle sun, shining through light rain.
Yes, those would be his happiest days. A time where he doesn't shield himself from his mother's memory; like how he uses the water to hide from the glare of the sun. One day, he promises himself, one day the clouds in his mind will part.
Maybe...when that day finally came, he'd be able to stand at eye level with Lyney and Lynette.
And just maybe, he'd be able to look them in the eyes, take their hands...and say, "Let me share your burdens."
He can see Lyney's mischievous smile, and already hear the, "took you long enough little brother." Maybe Lyney would ruffle his hair.
He can also see Lynette's approving face, she would nod and let her tail swish from side to side, "good job, Freminet. I'm proud of you."
Freminet doesn't really know what his mother would say, he imagines a myriad of things, "that's my boy", "I'm so proud of you," things to that effect, but he has no way of knowing.
So he settles for what he does know, and for the day he can say, "I made it."
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