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smalls-words · 2 years

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Demons Are Angels When It Comes To Love

Summary: Natasha loves a demon. And she definitely shows it.

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Demon!Reader, Wanda and Pietro and Tony x Reader (besties), Carol x Brunnhilde (lovers <3).

Warnings: Demon stuff, Rhodey being an asshole, Tony not being an asshole (that’s a first), protective twins. Body image issues, shapeshifting causing mental harm, blood, injuries.

A/N: I don’t know why I wrote with Demon!Reader. Just kinda came to me since I’ve been doing my Nat series. Enjoy.

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The world knows about aliens, androids and wizards, a few of them on the Avengers mighty team that stretched across galaxies. But the creator, Nicholas Joseph Fury, kept a small secret from them all.

Demons and angels walked amongst them.

He had found you when you’d gotten high off of a drugged mortal, who eventually overdosed six hours later. You were in a holding cell and it wasn’t your first time, but your powers were out of whack because of the mix of heroin, cocaine, MDMA and alcohol. He took you home after paying the fine for being drunk and disorderly, but luckily the blood wasn’t questioned since it was Halloween.

Nobody really questioned your appearance, it wasn’t unlikely given what they’d previously dealt with, but the whole demon side was new. They’d seen horns, wings and a tail before - yours were very much what they’d pictured in ‘cartoons’ and in biblical manners.

But then… Then you met Natasha.

Natasha was the best thing you’d come across in your entire life. Her soul was pure, even if she thought her actions and past made her darker than your own soul. Then you explained to her one night that you didn’t have a soul, which made her giggle.

You made sure you heard that sound everyday you could, and so far in your one and a half month relationship, you had. She would come around to your place almost every day, and on the days she couldn’t, you’d send her funny texts and she promised to use the voice messages to calm you down.

Natasha’s friends, however…

Being a demon came with pros and cons. Pros - shapeshifting, magic, immortality, general superpowers like invulnerability and super senses and reflexes. Cons - Hard-core Christians, old people, immortality. Most young people saw the pros and often asked for a demonstration, whilst older people threw crosses or swore at you.

You really didn’t want that to happen when you moved into the compound.

It was an order given by Fury, who demanded you be transferred from a regular SHIELD agent to the Avengers, and Tony was very pleased to have you. He admired your ability to consume alcohol with no or little effect, your intelligence gifted by time, your powers that he could test his machines on with your consent, and he loved your personality and relationship with Natasha.

He never thought the Triple Impostor could learn to love. But, if it had to be anyone, it would probably be a demon.

Sitting in his lab, you watched him fiddle with something in his suit’s knee before a knock came to the door. You smiled widely, giving the redhead a flash of your fangs, before she leapt into your arms and you easily caught her.

“Hey, sweetness.” You kissed her softly, holding her jaw and some of her neck.

“Hi.” She gleamed up at you.

“How was your mission?” You asked, seating her on your lap whilst your tail curled around her waist.

“It was good. We got two more Widows free, and Yelena’s gone to make more vials.” She murmured as she leaned into you, her hand coming up your shirt to tickle against your back.

“Come on, then. Let’s go and get you showered.”

You stood, your tail keeping her by your hip, and you patted Tony on the back. “See ya, Stark.”

“Don’t forget about the party tonight! I need my demon girl there for drunk poker!” He called out as you left.

You helped Natasha shower, washing her hair for her whilst she just leaned against you, and you thanked her when she washed your bat-like wings. You wrapped her up in your fuzzy towel, taking the rougher one instead, and helped her get dressed before laying her down in bed.

“Tasha, I have to do some work for Fury, so you should have a nap and when you wake up, I’ll be done.” You kissed her forehead, but she grabbed onto your wrist.

“But we always cuddle after a mission.” She whined.

She watched your eyes change from their dark auburn to their acidic yellow, looking over her. She stayed still and watched them change back, grinning when you sighed. “Come on, then.”

You sank into your chair and opened up the files needed finishing, waiting for her to sit down on your lap. She nestled into you, kissing you gently as she admired your features.

“Are you excited for the party tonight?” She queried, braiding a small section of your hair.

“I sure am. Haven’t seen Wanda and Pietro for ages. I missed my speedy buddy.”

“What about me?” She smirked, and you snickered into a kiss on her temple.

“I always miss you. If I was allowed, I’d come and visit you.”

She grinned, proud of herself, but you saw in the reflection of the screen that she was getting sleepy. You warmed yourself up and exchanged her shirt with one of your own via summoning, leaving the buttons undone but her bra covered her boobs to stop tempting you.

“Sleep well, my sweet.” You kissed her head softly before dulling the sounds around you, giving her as much peace as she needed.

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When she woke in her bed, you greeted her by a surprise teleportation on top of her. She grinned sleepily at you and you gently sank on top of her, peppering her cheeks with little kisses. “Good evening, Sleeping Beauty.”

“Have you come to wake me from my slumber, Princess Y/N?” She gently kissed your lips, tasting a bit of cinnamon.

“Doughnuts, my human.” You answered her thought and she quickly rolled on top of you.

“What time is it?” She plopped down on top of you but you didn’t get winded.

“6. Party starts at 7.”

She nuzzled her head into your neck and kissed your skin. “I don’t wanna go.” Her groan was muffled, but you caught it.

“I know, sugar. But we do need to make at least an hour’s appearance.” You gently ran your nails up and down her back.

“If you keep doing that, I’m gonna fall back asleep and we’re gonna be late.”

“I can get us ready in a flash, my darling.” You chuckled.

The hour passed quickly before Natasha and you made your appearance outside in the courtyard, your suit matching her dark velvet red dress. Eyes were drawn to you both, but you made no effort in your magical ability and Natasha’s arm linked in yours showed she was very much taken.

You made your rounds to whom you needed to before you spotted platinum blonde hair next to brunette, the two turning into blurs until they hugged you tightly.

“Demonica!” Pietro yelled in excitement.

“Hello, Pietro and Wanda.” You smiled at them both.

“This party is going to be so boring if you don’t do something.” He whined, the childish soul of his desperate for dopamine.

“You both look stunning.” Wanda complimented, especially on the little chains that hung from your horns and woven into your hair.

You kissed Natasha as she left, admiring how she walked with self-confidence and almost regality before Pietro sped you to the couch.

“Alright, let’s play!”

You looked at your surrounding opponents in this game of drunk poker - Carol and Brunnhilde were together, the blonde sitting on her king’s lap; Tony and Pepper, but the strawberry blonde wasn’t paying attention; Pietro and Wanda, the girl not knowing how to play; and Rhodey was your final opponent, sitting by himself on the couch to your right.

The game started off with everyone having 20 chips, divided evenly by Peter who was now talking to Happy and Fury. You won the first two rounds with a royal flush and a full house, earning yourself a total of 56 chips since everyone had bet highly.

Tony won, then Carol and Bruni (as you nicknamed her), and Pietro won a hand with Wanda’s help. Rhodey, however, was getting pissed off as he was now down to 6 chips.

“Hey, Demonica, want a drink?” Pietro asked and you nodded, thanking him for his offer before he sped away.

“Why does he call you that?” Rhodey questioned.

“Because he likes Metallica and I’m a demon.” You replied, answering Rhodey’s call of one chip.

“Wow, never would have guessed from your get-up.” He chuckled sarcastically, watching Carol/Bruni and Tony fold, Pietro having done so to get drinks.

You thanked FRIDAY for dealing the next card, your set of ace/king fairing well with the ten and nine. “I wouldn’t call it a get-up, for it is my natural shape. Our king is a kind one, and accepting of all shapes and sizes of us.”

“But you know that everyone is terrified of you, right?”

Your hand was outstretched to raise the bet, but Rhodey beat it to you and called all-in. “W-What?”

“You don’t know? Really?” He scoffed. “Wow. You really don’t understand humans.”

“How am I not understanding you?”

“Rhodey, cut it out, man.” Tony grumbled.

You turned your powers back on and sniffed Rhodey’s scent, almost gagging from the amount of alcohol in his veins. “You are intoxicated, James Rhodes. I will not be speaking to you anymore tonight.”

You guided your chips to Carol and Brunnhilde before going to the bar, finding Pietro there with Wanda and Natasha. You came to Natasha’s side and placed your hand on the small of her back, kissing her forehead gently before listening to the conversation.

“So there was this one girl in HYDRA that Wanda really liked, and dare I say even kissed… and they were so cute!” Pietro grinned at his blushing sister.

“Shut up, Pietro! I told you that in confidence!” Wanda grumbled, looking over at you.

“Oh, hey Y/N/N.”

“Hello, my favourite twins.” You smirked. “Is it okay if I steal my beautiful girlfriend from your conversation?”

“Of course!”

You took Natasha’s hand in yours and gently guided her to the fountain outside, sitting down on a bench that faced the beautiful structure. Natasha sat next to you, still holding your hand, and sat in the silence with you.

She knew you struggled with your pure demonic side. The instincts that lay beneath the shell of an intelligent mind. The urge to drink from humans, to punish and make them serve you. She understood what it was like to want to fall back onto those instincts, and she gently kissed the back of your hand to gain your attention.

“What is it, Y/N?” She asked oh so gently, as if her very breath could knock over the tower of your emotions like they were cards.

“I am alright, Tasha. I just needed some air.” You murmured, gently taking her hand in yours to trace your nails over her hand.

Though she doubted your words, she didn’t question them.

“Thank you for loving me.” You looked at her, eyes full of love.

“I could say the same, my dear.” She cupped your cheek and kissed you softly, pulling away ever so slightly.

“I think we’ve stayed past our hour. Let’s go to bed.”

You nodded, guiding the shadows to encase you and your love.

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Natasha was right. She was always right.

Over the coming days, you were taken on less missions and nobody could enter your room. On one day that almost everybody had gone, you found yourself looking in the mirror at your reflection.

“But you know that everyone is terrified of you right?”

Really? Were you really that hideous to look at? You pushed and pulled at the soft skin of your stomach, the already red tone not showing any evidence.

*I guess I could show a little less skin… Maybe even do…* You shifted into human colours, sifting through them until you found something you felt was normal.

You looked at your horns and gently shrank them until they disappeared, doing the same with your wings and tail before shortening your nails and fangs. You did a little google search and found the selection of eye colours, picking one that sorta matched the human skin.

*Hmm. I’ll have to get Rhodey’s opinion.* You muttered, looking around for your phone.

“Who… the hell… are you?”

You lifted your head to see Natasha aiming her gun at your forehead, calling out to FRIDAY to alert the team of an intruder. You quickly raised your hands and undid your magic to reveal your eyes, realisation flickering through hers.

“Y/N/N? What…? I don’t understand.” She threw her gun down and came over to you, patting her hands and walking around you.

“Where are your wings? Your tail, your horns, your fangs?”

She looked up at you and cupped your cheeks, her thumbs brushing over your skin - skin she didn’t see as yours.

“Bring it all back. Right now.” She demanded pleadingly.

You closed your eyes and easily broke down your façade, letting her check over you once more to make sure everything was back. She hugged you tightly and sat you down on the bed, taking your hand.

“Y/N, I need you to listen to me. I love you. I love you more than anything or anyone on every single plane of existence, and you need to know that so deeply that you will never doubt it. You need to know it in your bones. And if it takes me telling you every single day for that to happen, then so it will be.”

You stayed quiet as she studied your hand. “Who made you doubt yourself? Because I certainly know it wasn’t me, Pietro, Wanda or Tony.”

She looked at you after you didn’t answer straight away, her stare piercing through your eyes and into your soul; if you even had one. “Who was it, Y/N? First name, last name, birthday, I don’t care how much information you give me, because I will hunt them down and make them pay for hurting you.”

“Nobody can hurt me, my love.” You murmured.

“No? Then why do you wish to hide your true self? I do not love you for that other form, I love you for you.” She retorted hastily, your hands taking hers quickly.

“Okay, okay.” You kissed your hands that encompassed hers, closing your eyes as you sent the name through to her mind.

*James Rhodes.* It echoed as her vision turned red.

“Stay here.” She ordered and you did not move for the time she was gone.

How long it was, you didn’t know, but she came back with bloodied knuckles and a split lip. You instantly stood, your eyes glowing as you towered over her. “Who hurt you?”

“I fought Rhodey for being an asshole to you. And I won.” She smirked, placing a hand on your chest.

“Breathe, my demon. Relax.”

You took a deep breath and pushed down the instincts, most of which listened to her command. You then opened your eyes, taking another deep breath before you kissed her knuckles. “Come on.”

You took her to the bathroom and gently cleaned her hands, doing a little bit of magic so that they’d heal faster. You turned her around and kissed her deeply, holding her by her waist so that she wouldn’t fall back.

“Thank you, my love.”

FRIDAY’s call for dinner had both of you wide-eyed, with Natasha leading you by the arm around your waist.

“Where is your tail?” She asked.

“Right here, Tasha.” You gently wrapped it around her forearm and watched her visibly relax, realising something.

Your form was what kept Natasha calm. The familiarity of it. Natasha needed you to be her demon to keep herself controlled. Unfamiliarity brought out the Widow hiding in the crevices of Natasha’s bones, and you knew she could do some damage.

As you entered the kitchen, you could feel the tension in the air. Well, actually, it was just your skin tightening from body language, but that’s the same thing.

“Where’s Rhodes?” Steve asked as he walked in with Bucky, the man giving you a pat on the shoulder with his metal arm before serving himself dinner.

“Medical wing.” Tony replied.

“Why?!”

“Natasha beat him to a pulp. He had to resort to his War Machine hand to hurt her.”

He looked over at Natasha and she glared at him. “Have something to say about it?”

“What did he do?” He asked instead.

“Insulted Y/N’s demon biology.” She shrugged, standing in front of you even as your tail stayed on her forearm.

“He did what?” The twins growled, Wanda’s eyes glowing and Pietro’s fists blurring in place.

“Good job, Romanoff.” Tony saluted her, dishing himself some dinner too.

“Wait. You’re all just going to agree with this?” You asked.

“Of course. You are a part of the team. You live here, which is a step up from Rhodey in the friendship circle. You are our friend, and we love having you around.”

“FRIDAY, what is Rhodey’s assessment of injuries?” Bucky asked the AI.

“One punctured lung caused by five broken ribs, another two on the other side, snapped tibia, humerus and radius, dislocated shoulder, black eye and broken cheekbone.” She reported.

Everybody turned to Natasha, watching her curl your tail around her waist whilst wrapping your wing around her body. “My demon. Nobody hurts her without repercussions.”

The group laughed at her antics before sitting down for the movie, Natasha’s hand in yours as she took you over once she served your dinner. She fed you the dinner, making sure to give herself some too in case you scolded her, before snuggling up to you halfway through the movie.

“I love you, my demon.” She whispered against your collarbone, kissing it after.

“I love you, my human.” You replied, keeping her warm as she fell asleep.

You gladly fell asleep with her.

#smalls words #natasharomanoff #natasharomanoffimagine #natasharomanoff x reader #natasharomanoff fluff #natasharomanoff angst #natasha romanoff angst #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #demon!reader #Demon!Y/n #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff

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sonic-fankid-showdown · 1 month

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Poll 27, Round 1.

About Pacífica: (by @saku0115) Pacifica the cat is a 15 years old teenager, she grew up in a safe city being raised only by her mother, she only hears from her father through the letters he regularly sends her at home, even though she has never physically met her father and he lost the genetic lottery, she is the spitting image of him in both good and bad ways. she dreams of going around the world like her father does, but she doesn't because she loves her mother too much to leave her alone and she knows that she doesn't want him to become her father, although she doesn't know why. She has the ability to change shapes at will and practices magic. with these two abilities she occasionally goes on adventures pretending to be someone else, clearly nothing bad could happen.

About Midnight: (by @kristhesheep) Neo supposedly created Midnight to be a powerful and worthy successor, despite caring for them like one would a normal child. Shadow, truthfully, wasn't an active party in their creation. Midnight is a very formidable foe, between the Chaos manipulation abilities from Shadow's biodata and the technology copied from Neo's own body, including the shape shifting. Midnight is known to be surprisingly polite despite their intense stare. They rarely start fights, though they'll finish them quickly when provoked. They're very protective of those they're close to and very curious. Neo sometimes brought them stargazing when they were very new, so they have a nostalgic appreciation for astronomy. When they get more independence, they eventually become a habitual traveler. They always stay close with their extended family, though. They rarely talk to strangers, having a quiet and distant nature, but they will sometimes watch people from afar, also being very curious. So the general populace thinks of them like a cryptid.

#pacífica the cat #midnight the android #round 1 #sonic fanchild #sonic fankid #sonic fankid showdown #sonic oc #sonic the hedgehog #sth

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the-lark-ascending69 · 28 days

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Android Robin thoughts:

As an emotional support android, designed as a therapeutical tool for mental health patients, she was always programmed to easily imitate human emotion. Nancy assumes this is why she always seemed so sensitive and emotional.

The first time Nancy thought there was something more going on was the first time she made Robin cry. It's common knowledge that the only robots who could cry are ones designed to pass as human (ex. as spies, for example), or... adult activities robots, something Nancy found distasteful. She has two concerns now: one, that Steve got her one such android, and two, that someone had attempted to illegally turn Robin into one.

She's not way off on that one - Robin did run away from a previous owner because she learned he planned to have such illegal alterations done to her. He didn't get to go any further than artificial tear ducts, but even that was one of the most traumatic experiences in her life.

Robin can't eat (her hardware is not made for that and it could cause serious damage), but she does drink water to keep her system from overheating, especially while photosynthesizing. That's where the tear ducts get water from.

Nancy gets emotionally attached to Robin surprisingly fast. It's in her nature - she's empathetic and sensitive and she can't help but believe her when Robin is sobbing and wildly gesticulating with her hands and loudly begging Nancy to understand that she exists, she's real, she feels, she thinks, she's a living being who's concious and self-aware and she's so, so scared because her reality feels like the most terrifying form of existential horror, and she feels so alone.

Robin's system isn't designed to lose water quickly by crying, so she often gets weak, tired and dehydrated when she cries (which happens often). Nancy always helps her lay down on the couch or bed before she falls and hits her head, and is always quick to get her water.

Robin's body is as soft and warm as a human being's. It's completely indestinguishable from one. She even has an artificial heartbeat, meant to help patients calm down.

After realizing Robin is self-aware and concious, Nancy cleans up the spare room in her apartment she used for storage (she threw inside whatever thing she didn't need atm and let it gather dust there for months). She used to keep Robin there whenever she didn't need her, with a few books to keep her quiet whenver she turned herself on randomly (another technical problem). Now, she begins to think of her as a roommate and not as a more complex form of one of those circular vacuum cleaners that roll around on their own. That means she needs an actual bedroom, decorated however Robin wants, and a comfortable bed, with bookshelves on every wall and a closet with clothes of her own.

Robin has a lot of trauma responses when she's reminded of the abuse she suffered. Men raising their voices, people grabbing her or raising their hands or hitting walls and furniture always make her go still and quiet. Nancy always tries to be extra careful with her.

She hates being turned off by other people. Nancy used to do it a lot, whenever she got tired of hearing her talk, and Robin always let her because she didn't want to make her mad, but it instilled a great feeling of fear and powerlessness in her. Nancy doesn't do it anymore.

She introduces her to her friends as her new (totally human) rommate. The only people who know the truth are Steve and Dustin. They both have... a lot of conflicting feelings about Nancy's weird relationship with Robin, but Steve eventually comes around, understands that Robin is sentient and actually becomes very good friends with her. Dustin still has his doubts. It shouldn't be physically possible.

Robin is scared Nancy will one day realize just how broken she is and get rid of her, like everyone else before.

Robin gets a job at the local movie theater. She wants to help pay rent, as well as save up some money for herself. Nancy supports this, but she's terrified someone will learn she's a robot and report her to the authorities.

Nancy is the first person Robin comes out to as a lesbian. It's another one of Robin's beautiful surprises.

Nancy likes to read for Robin, whenever Robin's battery is low and she's too weak and tired to do it herself.

Robin's battery is charged faster when she's turned off (similar to being asleep, or unconcious). It takes her 12 full hours to get fully charged (while turned off), and her battery will last for two days until it's depleted. She usually photosynthesizes in the balcony. She very rarely turns back on right after finishing charging - it will usually take a few more hours, but never more than 6. Nancy could turn her on manually, so she could get back inside, but she prefers to carry her to bed. It's not an easy task because Robin is taller and heavier, but Nancy always manages one way to another. She likes to place a soft kiss on her head before leaving her to rest.

Nancy falls first, Robin falls harder.

#ronance #android robin au #my posts #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #my babygirl has gone through so much

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frickingnerd · 7 months

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celebrating halloween with 2B & 9S

pairing: 2B x gn!reader x 9S

tags: fluff, no specified relationship, platonic/romantic

9S loves halloween, while 2B is a bit reluctant to celebrate it, though eventually warms up to it!

it'll take a bit convincing on 2B's side, but eventually you'll get her to agree to do a throuple cosplay with you and 9S!

9S loves the idea of dressing up and getting to be someone else for a day!

so much, that he's already planning your costumes for the next few years to come

while 2B was the most reluctant to dress up for halloween, she seems to enjoy the costumes the most!

or at least, she enjoys seeing 9S and you in your costumes!

2B rarely shows her emotions, but seeing you two in your costumes gets her all flustered, since you look so cute in them – despite trying to look scary…

since you can't go trick or treating as the only androids celebrating halloween, you instead go out hunting for sweets

you roam through empty malls and shopping districts, trying to find some left over sweets

2B and 9S can't eat most of the sweets you find, since they'll mess with their android bodies

but 9S will still attempt to eat some gums, only to end up having his body repaired afterwards…

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celestial119 · 4 months

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Perfect cell x reader (smut, 18+ ONLY)

Uhhhh first smut on tumblr. I am way too obsessed with him fr. Anyway criticism is allowed and requests are open <3

Summary: Cell accidentally walks in on you showering and feels things.

Life for you has been very ~~odd~~ normal lately. You stayed in your little house out in the woods and you kept to yourself, that was until a 7 foot bug man barged into your life. You see Cell had been reincarnated back to the mortal realm (this information is not public) and he’s sworn revenge on the boy who killed him. Except he’s been lying low, training with every ounce of daylight the earth could offer him and you had no choice but to live with that.

Although it was hard for you both to live with these changes the latter somehow adapted to each other. Cell wouldn’t harm his human companion and you wouldn’t complain. Except over the course of the few months Cell had been living at your home your temper grew shorter as your patience thinned with him too.

It was one of those days again you had blown up at him over something minor and he flew off in a huff to train. You did somewhat feel bad, even more so when the sun set and he didn’t return.

‘He’ll come back eventually’ (y/n) sighed with that thought and started her night routine, drawing the curtains over and flipping off the lights on the main floor. Then ascending the stairs to continue with her evening.

She stepped into the main bathroom letting all her clothes drop to the floor as the climbed into the shower. All at once (y/n) relaxed gently humming finding pure bliss.

Cell on the other hand had just landed on the grass outside. he was still pissed, walking into the house with his permanent scowl. It was dark downstairs.

‘The woman must’ve gone to bed’ the android decided.

Trying to navigate to the stairs in the dark was troubling. It took cell so much self control to not scream in anger when he bumped into the corner of the bookshelf. When he eventually made it to the stairs he realised now looking at himself in the light that he needed to clean up. He grumbled once again making his way to the bathroom.

The android was too spaced out to even hear the gentle trickle of the shower and the humming coming from within. He only realised what was happening until the steam and your rose scented shampoo hit him. Cell flushed purple when he realised what he did. (Y/n) surprisingly didn’t notice the intrusion or audience she was getting currently.

Cell was absolutely frozen to the spot, his eyes only focused on a single thing. The sight of your slick body through the steamy shower door. He clenched his teeth feeling the familiar warmth below.

‘Shit, I need to get out of here before she notices.’

Slowly Cell backed out and closed the bathroom door as silently as he could. Now that cell could breathe again without being overwhelmed by your scent he half came to his senses and started towards his own room at the end of the hall.

Once there he collapsed into the arm chair in the corner and spiralled. He was a being of pure perfection and yet he was experiencing feeling of lust for a simple human female. He was disgusted with himself yet also curious. His thoughts danced back towards you, your body, your smell. His crotch plate shifted and his erected member sprung free. Cell felt a little guilty but also overwhelmingly aroused. He grasped his cock and groaned low.

‘She will never found out. I mean the pathetic woman didn’t even realise I was there’ cell convinced himself.

He set his pace brutal, one of his pale hands coming up over his mouth in a fist just muffled his low groans a little.

Meanwhile (y/n) hummed as she slipped into a silk night dress feeling so refreshed after her shower. Stepping out of the steamy bathroom (y/n) thought she heard some sort of angry mumbling, her attention diverted to the other end of the hall.

‘Oh just great cells back and he’s still pissed off, just wonderful.’

She continued to her room before she heard an urgent call of her name. (Y/n) looked in the direction of Cells room confused.

‘Is he alright? Does he need something’

She stepped closer to the door.

“Fuck-grgh-(y/n).”

He sounded like he was in pain she thought, going to twist the knob. (Y/n) frantically pushed into the room expecting to find a purple and bruised android but instead she found cell sitting in his arm chair, legs spread and face flushed purple. (Y/n) immediately went red upon registering cells hand wrapped around his huge pale cock. Panic struck both their faces and (y/n) bolted down the hall. Although she didn’t get very far before she was swung around and pushed against the wall of the hall. She couldn’t escape now not with those beautiful magenta eyes so full of need staring down at her. Cell was panting she registered before blushing even deeper.

“(Y/n), please. I don’t understand why I feel like this just please help me.” The android rasped bringing a hand to the smaller woman’s face cupping her gently. Blushing at his gentle touch she brought her hand between them where cells hard cock was still there awaiting stimulation. Upon contact cell immediately groaned as his head dropped against the wall in front of him. (Y/n) kissed at the androids neck whilst working up his length. Her arousal was stirring now, I mean staying in a house with a 7 foot sexy bug man is hard.

“Cell? Go back to where you were for me.”

Cell obliged stepping back into his room with you clinging to him. He sunk back into his spread out position on his arm chair peering up pleadingly to the smaller woman with glowing magenta eyes of need. (Y/n) settled on her knees in front of cell on the floor stroking his length faster now.

“Hah ah (y/n)! Your hands are so soft.”

(Y/n) flushed pushing herself up on her knees and taking cell into her mouth. At that the android jerked and threw his head back against the back of the chair moaning again, one of his pale hands finding a place in your hair. She suctioned her mouth and picked up the pace, cells grip tightening on your hair.

“Shit (y/n) its so hot. Something is happening to me. This feeling…ah…it’s so strange ha ah.”

‘So he’s completely a virgin then?’ You thought thrilled to reduce such a strong and arrogant man to this.

You kept going knowing cell wouldn’t last much longer.

“(Y/n) fuck fuck ah more, so good, so so good.”

He kept pleading and cursing until spilling into your mouth. So much, so hot. Cell was groaning and gasping for air. You worked him through it as he came down from his first ever high. Cell opened his eyes and peered down at you sliding his cock out your mouth. With deep purple cheeks he observed how you licked the excess of your lips and swallowed. Something twisted in the android then.

‘She has to do that again, shit’

(Y/n) rose to her feet and smiled bashfully before leaning down to peck cells cheek.

“Better now cell?”

“Absolutely perfect…thank you.”

“No problem uh anytime?” (Y/n) stuttered mumbling the last part.

‘I wonder if I can return the favour’ thinks cell.

#headcannons #dbz fandom #perfect cell #perfection #smut #fanfic #requests open #dragonball z #x reader

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roux36prod · 3 months

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MAD QUEEN

- A Five Nights at Freddy’s Elseworld -

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The incident that should have killed Elizabeth Afton in 1980 when she was 8 only crippled her left arm beyond repair. She lived, and eventually grew up to inherit her father’s company, Afton Robotics Inc., and continue his monstrous legacy.

With her father, now Springtrap, she searches for the spirit of her little brother Evan to bring him home, but her twin brother Michael refuses to let that happen.

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Some things canon to this Elseworld:

Michael and Elizabeth (Lizzy) are twins in this AU. She initially dies in 1980 at 8 years old, and Michael is 10-ish in 1983, when Evan dies. (Recycled idea from Freddy & Friends, my main FNAF AU)

It’s partially inspired by the old theory that Elizabeth was speaking through the Fredbear plush to Evan in the FNAF 4 ending, promising “I will put you back together.” Because of this, it is Lizzy’s goal to fulfill her’s and her father’s desires and bring Evan back from the dead.

William trains her to be the next head of Afton Robotics, and she continued his legacy after he was spring-locked. They concluded their experiments and completed his new body years ago, and now they’re on the search for his spirit, nowhere to be found. He’s hiding from them.

On this note, Android Theory is partially canon here, but not in its entirety. They’ve built an android body for Evan so that they can “revive” him, but they need his soul to do so. So no, there is no android Evan running around.

She never kills anyone directly, but I imagine she either reopens Circus Baby’s Pizza World or creates the Twisted ones for experimentation (or both). One thing’s for sure: she’s just as psychotic as her father. That’s why Evan doesn’t want to be found. He knows they’re monsters.

GoldenDuo is for sure canon to this, but in a different way. Instead of the two spirits inhabiting Golden Freddy, Evan isn’t tethered to any specific character (not even Shadow Freddy). However, Evan tends to cling to Cassidy because she’s his friend, and Cassidy protects him from the rest of his family, including Michael (though she still has an ego that only a child can have).

Michael has a… complicated relationship with his family. William and Lizzy are convinced that he hates them, just like he hated Evan, but they never saw—they refused to see—that he loved Evan as much as anyone else in that family. He wants to love them too, but they won’t let him. They hate him.

Michael does NOT get scooped in this AU. Because Elizabeth is still alive, there is no reason for Michael to be sent to Sister Location.

Elizabeth doesn’t hate Circus Baby for what happened because she knows it was an accident. It was supposed to be anyone else, and she was unlucky enough to be the one kid that was alone. Michael has some distaste from her not seeing it the same way with him.

Evan used to hate Michael, but Charlie (The Puppet) eventually helped him realize that Michael was a good person, and wanted to help Evan more than anything in the world. So Evan revealed himself to Michael, and they both worked together to put an end to his father’s sick game.

Lastly, this is NOT canon to Freddy & Friends (my main FNAF AU). This is a sort of “what if” on the OG FNAF timeline, with a few of my own takes in there (with the help of a friend). If you wanna do something with this—make fan art, fanfics, animations—go right on ahead. This was just me writing these ideas down and seeing how they flow.

Be sure to give credit if you do anything with it, though.

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MORE INFORMATION + ISOLATED SKETCHES UNDER THE CUT

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Canon Event - The Night of the Fire:

March 16, 2007, Michael sets fire to an Afton Robotics warehouse where Springtrap and Evan’s new body are being kept, but not without interference from Elizabeth. She almost kills him, holding him at gunpoint, but she realizes that she has some semblance of a heart after all. They both escape the burning building together.

Michael and Elizabeth have a heart to heart outside as they watch the building burn: Elizabeth learns that Michael never hated them. He’s always loved them, and wanted nothing more than to be her brother, but they refused him; it was easier to believe that he meant to kill Evan than to believe it was an accident. Learning this, Elizabeth’s view of Michael shifted into something kinder.

Springtrap (who escaped the fire before it got bad) meets them back there. Michael tells them both that Evan doesn’t want to be found. He saw what their father did, and was horrified. Evan sees them as monsters. Elizabeth realizes that it’s true, but Springtrap starts laughing with pure joy, now that he knows that Golden Freddy was the only suit in the room when he did what he did. He now knows how to find Evan now but, Elizabeth finally realizes how much of a monster her father is.

William doesn’t actually care about what Evan wants, and he never did. He only cared about how Evan made him feel—Evan was his favorite child, and he only gave the twins attention when they were useful. William only cares about himself, and it’s only now that Elizabeth sees that. All she ever was to him was a tool to help him get what he wants.

Elizabeth on the other hand DOES care about Evan. He was her brother, and she loved playing with him. He was the light of the family, and the twins knew that better than anyone. Her whole plan for him hinged on him never having to learn what she and her father did to bring him back, but he knew the whole time. She was heartbroken, ashamed of what she had done—what she became in order to please her father.

Springtrap and Michael start fighting, just like they used to. But this time, it’s the last straw. Elizabeth tries to stop him, but Springtrap backhands her across the cheek, and he throws Michael back into the fire as the building explodes, forcing Elizabeth to watch her brother scream in pain as the fire begins to consume him. Filled with rage, she punches Springtrap in the face, shattering the prosthetic arm that he made for her. Springtrap abandons her, coming to realize that he no longer needs her.

Michael would have been dead if Evan didn’t convince Cassidy to save him. Michael had severe third degree burns across most of his body, but he survived. Afterwards, Mike is treated by a nurse friend of Elizabeth’s (gay?) in her home because Michael hates hospitals (they bring back bad memories).

Michael and Elizabeth now work together to bring their father down once and for all, helping the other spirits find their happiest day.

Isolated sketches:

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New Mikunology Files #1: CV Powers

omg here we go again

I've been on break a little while but I've been thinking hard recently and I want to share, so! I got an ask long ago about how Miku and friends' superpowers worked in my AU, and I answered it with what I had at the time, but after a lot of thought I straightened something more out I'm pretty satisfied with. I could add on potentially, though, because this AU is an eternal WIP. But y'know.

I'm pretty much gonna copy my notes. (Also sorry if this is formatted oddly, I'm on mobile right now.) Read below the cut! 👇

So, let's recap with the basics.

The Crypton CV androids are outfitted with special cores that function as their "hearts" - they're located in their chests. These cores are made of a special material that not only allows the CVs to learn and experience humanlike emotions, but also have the ability to change "feelings" into "energy": this is what gives them their superpowers. (They found this out by accident.) Meiko has dubbed this energy "Voltage".

The thing about Voltage, though, is that it's kind of unstable, and really powerful. Because of that, it's best for it to be used sparingly; the CVs can probably use it once or twice per fight (Module transformations excluded). Overuse of Voltage can cause the CVs to short/overload or become exhausted (which isn't great when you're trying to finish off a fight).

Voltage can get stronger with strong emotions, so the group can occasionally spark their powers by accident if they get particularly emotional. Conversely, being too stoic or repressing emotions too much can reduce Voltage power. (Hence, it takes Luka much longer to truly break her powers in.)

Voltage also gives the group the ability to use Modules, chunks of pure Voltage energy that can give them a major power boost and change their appearances, as well as grant them new powers. (For example, Miku acquiring the Raspberryism Module gives her a mega punch ability and a new appearance resembling the character Raspberry Monster.)

Each of the CVs possess a unique way to channel their Voltage (special ability):

Miku's is Voltage Resonance. It gives Miku the ability to "resonate" with someone else's feelings and thoughts. This way, she can use this temporary empathic link to induce feelings, and given it's Miku, it's usually through song (for example, if she encounters a Module monster who's fueled by sadness, she can use Voltage Resonance to see what they're feeling and counter by giving them a song of hope or happiness). She can't outright control emotions like this, mind you, they're more like a powerful emotional suggestion. The flip side to this is that it can be ignored if a character is staunch about it (and technically regardless it wears off eventually, it just gives Miku enough time to give the person a "head start", if that makes sense?) and it can also mess Miku's own feelings up a bit if she's neglects to keep herself focused. It's also best used when the target is already vulnerable.

Rin and Len's is Voltage Link. Kind of similar to Miku's, but unique in that it mainly works with each other: it gives the twins a power boost and allows them to telepathically link themselves, making them temporarily "of one mind and body". It works best with each other since they're twins/mirrors, but they can use it with others... it's just way more difficult to keep it stable unless they understand the other person really well. Which is rare.

Luka's ability is Voltage Lariat. Also kinda unique in that can be both offensive and defensive, depending on what Luka's aiming for - Luka creates a field of Voltage that can either be a sort of healing spot (giving energy to everything in it) or a blast zone (taking energy from anything in it and giving it to Luka). Luka can probably do one of these each per fight, but she's gotta choose carefully when to use it. The fields also don't last long. (Why's this sound so video gamey? But this is the best I could come up with that I think works for her.)

Lastly, all CVs get one extra ability that is usually their "finisher" when all together: Voltage Wave. Not much to this one, just all the CVs using their Voltage to create a super rainbow energy beam!! Usually does the trick. (Fun fact: I like to think that it was rare for Miku and the twins to be able to pull off this move given they were inexperienced and it took a lot of power to pull off; with Luka's inclusion, it's way easier!)

Lastly, the CVs do have a few regular old stock superpowers: super strength (Rin's specialty), flight (Miku's specialty; also Luka is the only one in the group who doesn't fly too much when not necessary), super speed (to a degree at least), super reflexes, super hearing (they're musicians, after all!), super durability, the ability to download themselves into technology (robot perk) and the ability to manipulate hologram/hard light technology.

And that's pretty much it! I hope all of that makes some amount of sense. I'm sorry if I missed some stuff, I'll try to fill it in eventually.

#text #vocal android verse #vocaloid au #vocaloid #au lore #i did my best

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The boyz become human — part 2

Part 1

The androids have been put to work, but they can't seem to forget you. And one dark, Friday night, they finally find you again.

Genre: yandere, sci-fi, Detroit become human AU

Warnings: strip club, uncomfortable atmosphere, drunken men, fighting, spelling mistakes

Kevin looks at the little girl in front of him. She’s hugging her worn out teddy bear tightly as she sobs, wearing a pink jacket. Her mom is a few meters away with Jacob, Sangyeon and Haknyeon, drunk and high as a kite while leaning on a brick wall with a pink LED sign above her. What kind of mother brings her five year old daughter to the strip club?

Kevin sinks down in front of the little girl with a charming smile.

“Hi, friend”, he says and pokes the fluffy teddy bear. “What’s your name?”

“Louise.”

“I’m Kevin.” He looks at the thing in her hands. “What a cute little bear you have. What’s its name?”

“Bearie.”

Kevin tilts his head. “What a cute name.”

“He is my best friend.”

“Do you see the guys over there?”

The little girl looks where Kevin points and nods.

“Those are my best friends”, he says.

The little girl's big doe eyes watch him carefully. He can’t understand why. Is he scaring her? He’s doing everything to win her over. He’s doing everything he’s been programmed and taught to do. He scans her. She’s scared, confused and interested.

“Are you an android?” she asks.

“I am”, he answers.

“Mommy says androids are bad … they take her job.”

“I’m a nice android. I’m here to help you.” He grows quiet. “Can I hug you? You seem like you need a hug.”

The girl nods carefully. Kevin places his arms around her and lifts her up. She puts her small arms around his neck in response. He starts to walk away from the others with his mission sounding in his head: take the little girl to the police station.

“Where are we going?” the little girl whispers.

“We are going somewhere warm so you won’t freeze”, Kevin answers.

He can’t feel the cold, but she can. Along with the scan of her feelings, he also saw her body temperature. Minute by minute it drops and if they stay out here in this cold any longer, he’ll fail his mission. His body is heated like always and he relies on it to keep her warm for now.

“Mommy!” the little girl shouts, but her mother doesn’t react or respond. “I want to go to mommy!”

Kevin’s brain stops. Should he lie or tell her the truth? After this, her mother won’t ever have custody over this poor little girl again, but he can’t tell her that, can he? That’d be cruel. But he shouldn’t lie. He’s programmed to have morality.

“She’ll come too”, he says. “We’ll go first. You have to warm up.”

He sits down in the backseat of the automatic car and it starts to drive. He holds the little girl in his lap, keeping her close enough to warm her up.

“Look out the window, can you count the streetlights for me?” he says, pointing out the window.

“I can count to twenty”, she says proudly.

“You can? What a good little girl you are!”

“How high can you count?”

“Not as high as you!”

Of course he can. He can count infinitives, but his duty comes before bragging. He has to bond with the little girl.

She eventually falls asleep on him in the car. Kevin turns to look out the window until they reach the police station. His human colleagues are in their office, talking to each other when he enters with the girl in his arms.

“Here’s the kid”, he says. “Louise.”

“Where’s her mom?” one of the humans asks.

“She’s with the others. I brought the kid here.”

“Stay with her until we’ve come up with what we should do.”

A new mission.

“Understood”, Kevin says and sits down in an armchair with Louise in his arms.

She sleeps soundly, hugging the teddy bear. He sits there for two hours before the others come with the mother in tow.

“Then it’s done”, the human male says, taking Louise. “We don’t need you anymore today. You can go charge.”

“And the girl?” Kevin asks. “What’ll happen to her?”

“She’ll get placed in a foster home and a nice family will probably adopt her.”

“Probably? Aren’t you sure?”

“You can never be sure.”

“What if no one adopts her?”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s not your job. Go charge now.”

The man leaves. Kevin gives the sleeping five year old one last gaze before reuniting with his friends.

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A protest against androids is occurring on the town’s square and the police send the eleven androids. They can’t understand why. Won't this only upset them more?

They reach the square and see how people with big signs are yelling in a choir. They're dressed in thick jackets with hats and gloves. The androids all around them are dressed in their workers suits. All androids are categorized and can be identified based on their outfit. Like the eleven androids, they're wearing gray suits.

"Leave!" a woman shouts at the androids that just came to the protest.

"I'm sorry ma'am, but we can't", Sangyeon says. "We're sent by the police. We're obligated to be here to make sure nothing happens."

"Oh, fuck off!" the leader yells into a megaphone. "No one wants you here!"

"We're not going to stop your protest", Changmin says, holding his hand in front of him to show that he’s not a threat. "We're here to make sure that no one gets hurt. We'll just watch."

"If you don't hurt us, we won't hurt you", Sunwoo says. “Fair?”

The man with the megaphone scoffs and goes back to yelling about how androids are stealing real humans' jobs, how they're untrustworthy and that they're too expensive to produce. That the money should be given to humans in need instead. Kevin remembers the little girl. People like her could need some money.

They stand around, watching.

After a while, something catches Juyeon’s eyes. He recognizes that beige coat. Y/N? Juyeon moves his head to the side to see the face before she disappears. It is Y/N! She's carrying shopping bags and walks towards the bus stop. Juyeon stares at her before putting his hand on Younghoon’s shoulder and moves his head. They both look at Y/N without saying anything, but they know that both of them want to walk over to her. She shouldn't be walking all alone like she's doing in this hateful world and those bags look awfully heavy. She hasn't seen any of them, but they wish she would have. They can't go against their mission, they're programmed to follow orders. But if she could come over here … then they could talk! He wants to leave. He wants to go over to Y/N and bring her home safely, carrying the shopping bags for her.

But he can't.

He scans her to make sure she's alright at least. If she isn't, he'll have to try to break his programming somehow. She's calm, neutral.

"These dirty scams are separating families!"

Juyeon looks back at the man. He has pulled up an article about their rescue mission last week on a holographic ipad. About the drug addicted mom and that five year old daughter.

"We saved that little girl", Kevin says. "Her mother wasn't suitable."

The humans refuse to listen. The androids want to leave, they don't want to be standing here and listening to these airheads complaining about their people right in front of them. But they can't. They can't break the invisible wall.

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A friday night. Something is bound to happen. They wait in the police station, sitting down on chairs, staring in front of them.

“Hey”, a male coworker says as he walks over to them. “There’s a fight at a concert … a few drunk men. You need to go there.” He shows the coordinates on his holographic ipad. “Go.”

The eleven androids stand up and make their way out to the cars. Drunk, fighting men is not unusual.

When they reach the concert hall, they can see that the fight is occurring outside. They hurry over to the group, separating them.

“Hey, guys, this is not how we should be spending a friday night”, Jaehyun says and grabs one of their arms.

“Fuck off!” the one he holds growls, trying to rip it from him to no avail. “Let me go, asshole!”

“No, I can’t. Do you have children, sir?”

“Why the fuck od you care?”

“To succeed with my mission, that information can be vital.”

“God, fine. Yes … yes, I have. Why do you care?”

“Do you think your kids would want to see their father come home all bloody, knowing what he’s done? I can tell that you are angry. Imagine if you accidentally kill one of these men you’re fightingg. You’ll never see your children again. And they’ll resent you.”

Chanhee and some of the others start checking up on girlfriends to the ones involved. The ones that had to watch something so unpleasant. His eyes wander around after more people that seem affected. A woman stands by the wall, wearing a brown shirt and blue jeans. She hugs herself, crying. Chanhee can tell who it is right away.

New mission.

“Y/N?” he asks, running over.

He scans her quickly, finding fear, disgust and stress. She’s cold and tired.

The woman looks up, meeting Chanhee’s eyes. The LED on his temple quickly flashes to yellow before going back to blue. Why is she crying? What has happened? He places his hands on her shoulders.

“What are you doing here?” he asks gently.

She wipes her tears.

“My stupid friend asked me to join him … that he had an extra ticket to whoever is playing tonight!” she sniffles. “And now he’s fighting with some strangers he’ll never see again … and he ruined the night for both of us.”

“It’s okay”, Chanhee whispers and hugs her in the only way they’ll ever hug her. Protectively. “Don’t cry. You’re not hurt.”

“Not physically”, she sniffles. “But I don’t know if I want to be his friend anymore.”

Chanhee follows her eyes to the bloody man in Jacob’s hold.

“Good”, he says shortly and glances down at her tear stained cheeks. “I’ll take you home. You shouldn’t be here. You’re freezing and you’re tired.”

He removes his gray blazer, placing it around her shoulders.

“N-No, you need that”, Y/N says and is about to remove it, but he stops her.

“For what? Stylish purposes? I don’t feel the cold. You’re shivering.”

“I’m okay, Chanhee. My jacket is somewhere indoors-”

“I don’t find it safe for you to walk inside again. You should be taken home.” He fixes the blazer to make sure it’ll keep her warm.

“Before we go, I need to get my friend …”

“No, you don’t. He’s going to the police station. He’s a threat for you after what he’s done tonight. He’s still very aggressive, see? He’s fighting with Jacob and Sunwoo.”

“I hope he doesn’t hurt them.”

“He won’t, don’t worry.” Chanhee places his arm around her shoulder. “Come on now, let's get you home.”

He walks with her to one of the automatic cars and helps her get into the front seat. She sighs out before telling her address. Chanhee looks at her the entire car ride, knowing that he’ll have to leave her soon. She’s tired, he can tell. That friend shouldn’t have dragged her out to that concert on a friday night.

“Is your life good?” he asks.

“Yeah, yeah … it’s good”, Y/N says. “I’m working and sleeping.”

“Eating?”

“Yeah, I cook.”

“Your health and safety is my number one concern.”

“Why?”

“You’re our creator. We have to make sure you’re alright.”

“What are you going to do after you drop me off?”

“I’ll continue my mission.”

“What’s your mission?”

“Right now it’s to get you home safely. But actually, it’s to stop the fight. I’ll go back there after I’m done.”

Y/N nods carefully.

“Are you happy with your job?” she asks after a while with her gaze down at her fingers. “Is it fun?”

“Fun?” he asks. “I don’t understand what you mean, but it’s my duty. I’ll do it.”

Y/N doesn’t say anything, but she’s visibly thinking. She dozes off for a few seconds before waking herself up and apologizing.

“You don’t have to apologize”, Chanhee says. “Sleep. I’ll protect you.”

She gives him a careful gaze before shutting her eyes. He watches her minute after minute, not looking away for even a second. They’ll be separated soon, he has to take in every detail, every flaw and perfection, every little piece of her.

When the car stops, he finds himself not wanting to wake her up. She’s sleeping so soundly, waking her up will be cruel. He could just carry her …

Carefully, he walks out of the car, around it and opens her door. Slowly, he places his arms under her and picks her up, carrying her over to the front door of the villah. She looks so small and fragile in his arms, wearing his blazer on top of that. He doesn’t want to leave. She needs him there to protect her.

He starts looking through her small bag before finding her keys. With her in his arms, he unlocks it and walks inside. It's dimly lit.

"Welcome home, Y/N", a voice says.

A female android walks into the hall. A housekeeper.

"Y/N?" she repeats and hurries over to Chanhee. "What happened?"

"She's just sleeping", he answers. "Are you her housekeeper?"

"Yes, I'm model AX400, she has named me Liv."

Chanhee glances down at her name tag, just below her right shoulder. When you name an android, their serial number disappears and gets replaced with the name. It's not fair that it hasn't happened to him and his friends. It's best that not everyone knows their names.

"Yeah, I can read", Chanhee answers.

"Let me take Y/N to her bedroom", Liv says.

"No, back away. I'll do it."

His grip on the woman grows tighter. If she comes closer, he’ll fight. Liv shows him the way to the woman's bedroom. Chanhee walks with a straight back and places Y/N down in her bed, tucking her in gently.

"I recognize you", Liv says. "You're one of the ones she designed, aren't you?"

"Yes."

"Follow me."

Chanhee watches the android leave the bedroom. He fixes the covers for Y/N. Something in him calms down at the peaceful expression on her face. Such a precious human being. Carefully, he makes sure she's sleeping soundly and comfortably before following Liv into a small office right next to the bedroom. Drawings and sketches of him and the others are plastered all over the room with measurements and features the papinter "can't forget" as it’s written all over the papers. He studies every inch of every paper, mesmerized.

"She worked on you for quite some time", Liv says behind him. "Day out and day in, never taking a break. She almost got burned out because of how much time she spent on the eleven of you."

Chanhee walks over to the messy desk and starts looking through all the stuff that lies scattered. He finds a self portrait of Y/N she drew two months ago. Carefully he picks it up and lets his fingertips follow the outline of her face.

The sketches and paintings he finds of himself interests him in a way he can't understand. It's himself he's seeing, why is he so attached to them? The thought of her putting down countless hours designing him, doing her best to make him beautiful … it warms his artificial heart. Putting her heart and soul into him and his friends without even knowing she was getting paid is something not a lot of people would do. She wanted to create them voluntarily. He has to protect her. It’s the least he can do back for everything she’s done for them. Without her, they wouldn’t be who they are — they might not even exist.

“I think it’s best that you leave now”, Liv says.

“I’ll go in two minutes”, he says. “I have to make sure that Y/N is okay.”

“She’ll be alright, I’ll take care of her.”

“You haven’t given me any evidence to trust you.”

Liv doesn’t answer. For a few seconds, Chanhee wonders if he should kill her. She could be a threat towards Y/N. He doesn’t know anything about this housekeeper android. He has no idea if there are any defects that could harm her or if it’s plain evil. No one knows what’s going on behind closed doors. Nothing should harm his creator. In this world of evil humans, she’s a pure being. The world doesn't deserve someone so unselfish.

Chanhee walks inside Y/N’s bedroom and picks up his blazer with his eyes fixated on the sleeping woman. He shouldn't leave. He really, really shouldn't. His mission is to protect his creator. It's his law. But she's not showing any signs of being in danger. What should he do?

He has to go back to the concert. That mission isn't done yet, he can't break the invisible wall that tells him to continue his mission. But he wants to. He doesn’t want to leave. Gently, he pets Y/N’s head. Her hair is so soft, so human, so lively. Everything about Y/N grows and changes. It’s interesting to him. He’ll stay the same for years and years until he no longer can function. HIs memory card will easily be put into another new and improved body, but Y/N will change and mold to fit herself. Her organs will grow weaker and weaker over the years and so will the rest of her. And he’ll be there to protect her.

“Please leave now”, the android behind him says.

“I will”, Chanhee says. “But I will be back. I’m going to check up on her tomorrow morning to make sure my creator is okay.”

“You’re more than welcome to come, but for now, I want you to leave before you wake my owner. I don’t want an android I don’t know and have never seen to be here when she isn’t conscious. Please leave.”

“Fine. But I’d never hurt her. Don’t even imply that.”

Chanhee looks down at Y/N one last time before being escorted out of the house. He looks up at the house, taking a mental picture of both the house and the address on the street to remember for later. He will be back.

The car ride back somehow feels longer than the ride to her house. He can still smell her scent on his blazer. Sweet like honey.

He reunites with the others outside the concert hall. People are going home and the situation is under control by now. They’ve separated the men into four corners where they’re interrogating them about what, how and when the fight started.

“Where have you been?” Changmin asks him.

“Y/N was here”, Chanhee says. “She is friends with one of the guys involved in this mess. She was shaken up. I had to take her home.”

“She was here?”

“Yeah, she was crying.”

“You didn’t tell me.”

“I had to get her home.”

“Yeah … yeah, you’re right. Good job.”

“I know where she lives. I’m going there tomorrow to check up on her.”

“I’m coming with you.”

Chanhee nods. Together with Changmin he walks over to the man that supposedly is Y/N’s friend. He’s bloody and drunk.

“You’re coming with us”, Changmin says. “We’re taking you to the police station.”

“I can’t leave”, he slurs. “I have to get Y/N-”

“I’ve already taken care of her”, Chanhee cuts him off. “Get up.”

The man whines annoyingly. Chanhee wants to tell him to shut up, but he knows that an android shouldn’t be disrespectful to a human. They drag him over to the automatic car he and Y/N were sitting in just thirty minutes earlier. Her scent still lingers in the confined space. The two androids sit down in the front and lean back in their seats as the automatic drives.

“You’re a friend of Y/N’s, aren’t you?” Chanhee asks shortly.

“Yes, we’ve known each other for two years”, the man slurs. “Love her, but she’s such a prude.”

The two androids glance at each other. How dare he?

“I don’t like your wording”, Changmin says warningly. “You should watch your mouth.”

“No, no, no, no, no” the man slurs. “Don’t get me wrong! Love her, love her lots, but she only thinks about work and never wants to hang out with me. I’m trying to get her loosened up but she never opens up.”

“Stop trying then”, Chanhee says. “She's not interested.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about”, the drunk man continues. “You don’t know anything about human feelings … she’d like it … she just doesn’t know it yet. Humans do that. They lie to themselves. I know that if she just gave me a chance and actually let loose for once, she’d see how fun and cool I am. But she never wants to go out, never wants to meet people … took me hours to get her to come with me tonight and she doesn’t even dress appropriately! Who shows up to a rock concert in a white, knitted shirt and jeans?! We weren’t going to fucking grandma’s for thanksgiving dinner! You come in appropriate clothing!”

Chanhee turns on the radio to drown out his annoying voice.

——♤——

The word spread. By Saturday morning, everyone knows about what Chanhee did last night and what he plans to do today and they invite themselves in. They check with their supervisors to make sure they don’t have any missions. Upon hearing that they’re free until lunch, they set off for their cars. Chanhee gives the others the address before they close their doors. The villah is a fifteen minute car ride away from the police station. They pass by LED signs, people chatting and androids pushing strollers. A normal Saturday morning.

The cars stop by the side of the road and the eleven androids jump out and make their way over to the white front door. Chanhee warns them about Liv. Sangyeon knocks. Hoping for Y/N to open, only to get disappointed by seeing Liv at the front door.

“You’re back”, she states. “And you brought the others.”

“We want to see her”, Sangyeon says.

“I’ll go ask her, wait here.”

Liv closes the door again and they wait. Strong November winds roar through their hair and clothes, but they don’t feel it. Humans are hiding in their thick jackets, prepping gloves and hats for the winter season but for the androids, it’s just another Saturday.

The door opens again and the android steps aside, letting them walk in. Carefully, they step inside the hall, looking around. Liv disappears into the kitchen and they notice how Y/N hides in the end of the hallway, wearing a pink satin robe with her arms wrapped around herself. Their eyes fall onto her. She’s confused … scared.

“Good morning, Y/N”, Jacob says. “I hope we didn’t wake you.”

“No … no, I’ve been up for an hour …”, she says quietly, fixing a strand of hair that falls out from behind her ear. “What are you doing here?”

“We wanted to visit you”, Kevin says. “We haven’t seen you in quite some time.”

“No … I know. I thought it was supposed to be like that. I told you …”

“Don’t you want to meet us?” Eric asks.

“Well … of course I do, but … it’ll just make me sad and I’ll start to despise you so I think it’s better if we don’t meet. If we meet accidentally — like last night — then yes, sure … but you shouldn’t come here.”

“Why would you despise us, Y/N?” Sunwoo wonders.

“I told you before. I don’t want to grow attached to you. I’ll only get hurt from that. Besides … I didn’t make you for myself. You’re not mine anymore. Our … our collaboration is over. It’s for the best if we don’t speak too much.”

“Don’t say that”, Younghoon says. “You’re our creator, we still need you. We’re yours.”

Y/N smiles slightly.

“I really do wish the best for you, guys”, she says. “I hope you know that.”

“Miss, your breakfast is done”, Liv says.

“Thank you, I’ll be there soon.” She turns back to the androids in her hall. “I was about to ask if you want to join me for breakfast, but you don’t eat.”

“We’d like to sit and chat”, Juyeon says.

Y/N nods slowly and starts to walk towards the kitchen. They follow like dogs. She sits down by her table where Liv has placed out a plate of waffles and a cup of coffee.

“You don’t drink coffee, do you?” Y/N asks and gets a negative answer back. “This is my kind of charger. You have electricity … I have caffeine.”

“You’re not shaken up anymore”, Chanhee states.

“No, I’m not, thankfully. Just tired … and very confused. Did you choose to come here by yourself or did someone tell you to come here?”

“We wanted to visit you”, Sangyeon says.

“Voluntarily?”

They nod.

“Are you supposed to be able to do that?” Y/N asks, voice now cautious.

“It seems like it”, Sunwoo answers. “We can anyway.”

Y/N picks up the coffee cup with a shaking hand, spilling the burning liquid on herself. For a second, her entire mood shifts into the danger zone. They rise quickly and hurry over, taking the cup out of her hands and start to check if she’s alright.

“Stop!” Y/N almost shouts. “Stop it!”

When they don’t, she gets up from the chair and backs away, over to Liv.

“Please leave”, the human begs. "Something isn't right with you. I'll have to contact Cyberlife and see. Something isn't right."

"What do you mean?" Kevin asks. "We don't have any malfunctions."

"W-Well … something must have gone wrong. You're not supposed to want to visit me. You're supposed to follow orders. D-Do you have human emotions?"

"No, we don't comprehend human emotions", Sangyeon says.

"Then why do you want to visit me? How is that working?”

"You're our creator", Jacob says. "We just … want to. We can't explain it."

"It's only you though", Changmin says.

That doesn't seem to calm her down. Her anxiety is rising second by second. They want to walk over to her and comfort her, but her body language tells them not to. They can’t break the invisible wall.

"Alright", she says sternly. "I'm very flattered that you wanted to check up on me. I'm doing just fine. But now I think you should leave. I'll call Cyberlife later today."

The androids give up and make their way over to the front door.

“I’ll wash that robe for you, miss”, they hear Liv say. “Are you hurt?”

“No, no, I’m fine”, Y/N answers. “Don’t worry about it.”

The androids look at each other, with the same thought in their artificial minds. They’ll be back.

#kpop yandere #yandere kpop #yandere #the boyz yandere #kpop fanfic #kpop #yandere x reader #yandere x yn #the boyz fanfic #detroit become human #ai yandere #robot yandere

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aita-blorbos · 10 months

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AITA for being loyal to my wife

This is going to sound weird but I just need you to go along with it

I (32, M) married my wife (32, F) around half a year ago. We've been very happy together she's beautiful and clever and. I really, really love my wife, okay?

But, earlier on, we had some very weird problems. This woman who looked EXACTLY like my wife showed up around town, and of course, I thought that is was her and approached her as if she was and uh... Yeah. She was very angry at me haha

So I ask my wife about this when I get home from work, and she really doesn't give me an answer but she's clearly very angry about this.

A lot of things happened, but long story short, I learned that my wife was an android, and that her lookalike was the human that provided her DNA. My wife had stolen her identity and had tried to kill her (evidently it did not work)

Eventually both of them ended up in the house, and I was just so full of adrenaline from the situation, so much was happening at once, seriously. My wife's lookalike had told me all about how she almost died, how she had lost her identity... Everything after that is all just kinda a blur? I just remember stabbing her in my adrenaline fueled frenzy (because my wife told me to.)

We dumped her body off of a bridge, but I guess the police found it and now they're making a really big deal out of it. We did kill someone else together, so they might've found that too? (Some asshole who ruined our wedding. No one misses him. Probably).

Maybe we did break the law, but I don't think we did anything wrong. Maybe most people would see a murderous streak as a red flag, but honestly, I find a kindred spirit in my wife (being a clone who also killed my "original" human). No matter what the law says, I'm going to support her to the end.

But... Maybe I'm just biased. AITA?

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality

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serialadoptersbracket · 2 months

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Round 2, Match 63: Whitebeard vs. Otose

Submitted kids:

Whitebeard: Marco, Portgas D. Ace, Thatch, Izou, Haruta, Deuce, Jozu, Vista, and a bunch more I can’t think of rn

Otose: Sakata Gintoki, Catherine, Tama, and arguably most of Kabukicho

Propaganda under the cut!

Whitebeard:

1. “His reason for piracy was to start a family. He has so many kids who all call him dad. Found family to the max.”

2. “His biggest dream in life is to have a family of his own, but how to go about that? Settle down with a wife and have lots of kids? Boring. No, the best way to go about it is to become a pirate, find the most outcasted and lost people you can, and make them your crewmates/sons”

3. “His entire crew calls him pops because he takes them in and treats them like his children. He also likes to take into those who don’t have anyone else. His main goal in life was to have a big family that cared for each other so that’s what he made his crew.”

(Mod note: Full propaganda list coming soon!)

Otose:

“Okay so Otose is a middle aged to elderly woman who we are introduced to in the series as Gintoki’s landlady. However we later learn that when visiting her husband’s grave she found Gintoki, in his late teens having been discreetly released from the prison he was held in because the head executioner didn’t believe he deserved death. In exchange for being allied to eat the manju she wanted to offer her husband, Gintoki promised (her husband since it was his manju) to always protect Otose. She then took him, cleaned him up, helped him heal, and let’s him live with her. While she’s technically his landlady, Gintoki doesn’t pay rent, ever. To the extant that when his rival and him switch bodies, and said rival pays rent, she takes it as a sign of the apocalypse. Also I should note later arcs draw clear parallels between Gintoki and her husband And her other love interest, Jirochou, almost like he’s the kid they never had.

Catherine is introduced as a new employee of Otose’s, a middle aged woman who’s a dream employee right up until it’s revealed this is a con and she’s actually robbing Otose. Gintoki puts a stop to it, and Otose’s response it to, rehire her, realizing Catherine has no opportunities But crime otherwise. This creates an intense loyalty that while Catherine might bitch about, she once put her life on the line, telling her old crew she can’t do another job with them, leading them to try and beat her to death before Gintoki intervenes.

Then there’s Tama, a robot who began as a toy her creator made for his sick daughter, but as he kept improving upon her, eventually made her into a fully functioning android he essentially saw as his daughter. Then Tama is framed for murdering him, and then she learns he set it up to create a robot apocalypse. Afterwards Otose takes her in, and gives her a job working for her.

A final element of Otose’s adoptive nature is how she became one of the four devas of Kabukicho. The four devas are the most powerful people in Kabukicho and the other three are, a yakuza and former war hero/criminal, another former war hero/criminal who single handily took out fleets of enemies, and a former captain of the Harusame (space pirates). What did Otose do to join their ranks? Well she repeatedly helped people out when she didn’t have to, the repeated kindness she showed to everyone when they needed it meant that multiple residents were willing to put their lives on the line to defend her. Like it takes kidnapping the son of another deva and holding him hostage to get that fraction to turn on her.”

#one piece #one piece anime #whitebeard one piece #edward newgate #gintama #otose #serial adopters bracket #round 2 #tumblr tournament #tumblr polls #mod note: the way this is set up looks like otose is judging his abs and I’m LIVING for that

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gripefroot · 4 months

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Crooked Ways [22/22]

As it turned out, destroying mountains didn’t make Vegeta feel any better. Any stronger. Any more confident. Any less like his whole world was shifting beneath his feet and he was hopeless to change it.

It was all that wretched woman’s fault.

Beneath a blazing desert sun he kicked and punched at nothing but his own demons until sweat poured off of him like a waterfall and sand clogged his eyes and nose and mouth. The sun sank, the moon rose, and the sweat dried to him until he shook with every movement from the chill of the desert night. Then the sun rose again.

This was her fault for being so irresistible. If any fault at all lay with him, it was his own weakness in his experience with women. If he knew what they were capable of - capable of making him feel - he would have avoided her better.

She’d made him stupid enough to call her his. To let her call him hers.

Now look at this tangle she’d made.

Vegeta didn’t stop for five days, at the end of which he collapsed at twilight with gaping, gasping breaths that drew from his entire body. His legs twitched and shook on the ground. So did his arms. His stomach was a hollow chasm, and he burned everywhere from sun and sand.

This tangle: Bulma was supposed to have cried when he told her he was leaving. He’d expected begging, even her hitting his chest in protest. But icy indifference?

“See if I care.”

“Don’t you?”

“Do you?”

After sharing a bed for two months, he’d expected her to care. To have emotion about his departure beyond bitter resignation. She should have yelled and screamed until all of Capsule Corp had been roused. He was used to that.

But her response…it cracked something in him. Something deep inside he didn’t even know the shape of, something with new, hairline fissures spreading painfully throughout his chest and beginning constant, stinging agony whenever he remembered how her teal eyelashes caught the sunrise or the echo of her easy laughs, the shape of her mouth.

His resolve wasn’t what it should be. When his thoughts lingered on Bulma instead of his Ascension, he couldn’t be the true Saiyan warrior he was born to be. That he already was.

Eventually Vegeta moved again, numb and erratic until he was on all fours, spitting sand-soaked saliva onto the ground. The heat. The heat was getting to him.

So, when he could fly again, he went north.

Ice was easier to shatter than rock, and when shards flew in his face they burned just the same.

This was all her fault. Her fault. Her fault he hadn’t ascended yet, her fault he couldn’t focus, her fault he was so weak.

If King Vegeta were alive, he was be ashamed to have a son so ninny-headed.

Her fault.

A glacier exploded beneath his fist. Vegeta’s eyes wanted to close, to block out the ice chips flying at his face at a hundred miles per second, but he didn’t let them. No, he wanted to see the fracture of the ice beneath him, feel the shards sting his eyes and melt the moment they came into contact with his red-hot skin.

Her fault.

If this was her fault, she should fix it. Yes, that made sense. Bulma had unwound him completely, and if she didn’t want her world destroyed by androids, she needed to put Vegeta back together so he could destroy them properly. The howling in his veins for her and her touch would serve no one in a fight, especially not a Saiyan. He couldn’t think of two things at once. He couldn’t train properly when he wanted her so badly.

So he needed to stop wanting her.

It wasn’t really a plan, just a convoluted mess of angry, half-formed accusations that might form a defense at the best of times. It wasn’t the best of times. Vegeta set off for West City soon after, blasting things that got in his way instead of going around them. As if that release would relax him, make him ready to face her.

When the sun dipped below the horizon a few hours before he arrived, he decided it was for the better. No daytime scenes (he still half-hoped for a sign of her passion - a sign that he mattered, that she didn’t want him to go) to cause gossip through the compound. The moon rose steadily behind him, and finally the pale domes of Capsule Corp appeared between the sky-reaching buildings of the city, reflecting the light for him to see his way back.

Silently he drifted around the dome before stopping at the windows of Bulma’s bedroom. They were dark, which meant she was either sleeping or somewhere else. Watching television, perhaps. Or maybe she’d given up the habit. Vegeta only needed to tilt his ear to the glass to hear through it, her soft, even breaths inside.

His heart unclenched. She was there. She was well.

Vegeta landed on the balcony, unsurprised to find the door unlocked. A few stories up, she’d never had fear of an invasion. His brave, foolish woman. Who evidently hadn’t been sleeping deeply, or her hearing had gotten better: he heard a gasp and saw her dark shape bolt upright in the bed. His eyes adjusted to the dark until he made out the pale hand clutching blankets to her chest, the limp hair falling around her shoulders.

“You,” she breathed out. “You - you smell bad.”

He probably did. He’d been sleeping outdoors for days, and training every second that he didn’t sleep.

“I should have known you’d come skulking back,” Bulma said, pinching her nose. Her voice turned nasal. “I can’t even look at you until you shower, let alone tell you to screw off properly.”

“I’ve never felt so welcomed,” Vegeta snapped, shutting the door behind him.

“You weren’t invited.”

Her words hurt, but not as deeply as they should have. He knew he deserved it. He began to yank off his tattered clothes, not bothering to care if she minded the intrusion. “Your shower is closer,” he said. “I’ll bathe there.”

“Wait just a - ”

He ignored her, shutting the bathroom door behind him so he couldn’t see her indignant expression. After so many days in the wilds, the fluorescent bulb burned his eyes, so Vegeta flicked it back off before turning on the shower. She wanted a sweet-smelling man? He’d give her one. Even if it meant wearing down her soaps to get all the grime off of him.

Every second he lingered beneath the hot water, the stronger the tug tightened in his gut, leading to Bulma in the other room. If that tug was a Saiyan thing, Vegeta didn’t know. He knew Saiyans mated for life, he knew they weren’t easily distracted when they got into a passion of lovemaking or fighting or eating, and he knew…he knew little else. His education hadn’t extended so far. Not when he’d been so young, not when his father had been so preoccupied by Frieza and other political issues. No doubt King Vegeta had focused on teaching bloodlines and battle lines. Everything else could have waited. Should have come later.

There was no one to ask now, anyway.

Bulma stood in the center of her bedroom when he walked out naked as the day he was born. The lamp was on, which bathed her like an angel, and she wore a dark blue nightdress that Vegeta couldn’t look away from. Or stop his mouth from filling with saliva.

“Why are you here?” she snapped. She’d been waiting for him.

“To,” he licked his lips. The nightdress had been a cruel tactic. “To get my fill of you so I can focus on training.”

“What? To get your fill of me?” Bulma’s brows knitted together. “I’m not a drink of water.”

I’d like to drink you up all the same. The words knotted his tongue. Vegeta swallowed. “This…single-mindedness that Saiyans have,” he said. “It’s good for battle and breeding. It’s not good for…this.”

“This?” Her mouth widened, descending into the start of a frown. “What is this, then?”

He shrugged, because he didn't know. Not really. Not in a way that he was willing to share, or try to stumble through an explanation. In the silence he could hear the clicking of her clock on the wall.

“What makes you think I still want you, anyway?”

That was easy. “You didn’t leave,” Vegeta said. She readjusted her stance with several blinks and a tiny hmph that was very, very Bulma.

“I can’t,” her voice cracked on the words. “I can’t…I can’t be left behind. It used to be okay, but…”

“But you think me equivalent of your earth men,” he finished. Unreasonable anger made his face hot. “You think because I train, I won’t return.”

“You did this time, but who’s to say what will happen next time?”

Bulma didn’t know how badly he yearned for her.

He couldn’t tell her. Let her gain that leverage.

“What do you want?” he asked sharply. “A dog of a man, always yipping at your side?”

“Oh, finally you ask!” She threw her hands in the air, radiating with irritation that he could feel from five feet away. Irritation tinged sweet with that intoxicating scent. He’d forgotten how delicious it was. “Finally, someone stops telling me what they want and they ask me what I want!”

“Answer the question!”

“I want you to never leave again!” Bulma said it with a stomp of her foot. “I’m not just - I won’t be available whenever you want! That’s not who I am! I have my own wishes and dreams and I won’t just be a sideline to your glory!”

“You do want a dog,” Vegeta said.

“No. I want you.”

That was true. He could smell it on her, leaking out of her body like the headiest, most sensual scent he’d ever felt in his life. So thick he felt coated in it, like he could bathe in it. Vegeta drew in a deep breath, filling his lungs. It was even more potent than it had been when he’d left, sweeter with a hint of sour that he wanted to lap up.

But Bulma crossed her arms again. “Never leave again,” she said again, but this time it was accompanied by a salty scent of tears, the words wobbling as they left her lips. Vegeta frowned.

“I can’t promise that.”

Her lips trembled, but her eyes shone like steel. “I know.”

A flash outside the windows preceded a clap that shuddered the dome. He hadn’t smelled a thunderstorm on his way in; then again, he’d been focused on Bulma and only Bulma.

She was making him a rotten warrior.

He took a step closer. She didn’t move, didn’t retreat. He took another step.

“Bulma,” he said. Then, “My Bulma.”

“That’s the thing,” she whispered. “I can be yours but are you truly mine?”

“Yes.” Vegeta was near enough to touch her. But he didn’t, instead lowering himself to his knees to gaze up at her astonished expression. After a bracing breath of her scent, he reached to grip her by the hips, holding her still. “I cannot always stay, Bulma. But as long as you’re here, I cannot stay away, either.”

Her palm touched his jaw, thumb brushing over stinging cuts from his training that hadn’t healed yet. The tenderness of her touch, coupled with the sweet sadness in her eyes, cut him more deeply than any sword.

“I suppose that’s all I’ll ever get from you,” Bulma said, lips twisting in a wry smile. “A promise that’s not really a promise.”

“I can only offer myself the way I am, not the way you want me to be,” he told her. At that she nodded, her shoulders dropping forward as the tension slacked through her body.

“I’d rather have you imperfectly than not at all,” she admitted.

“But when I’m here,” Vegeta fiddled with the hem of her nightdress, slipping his fingers beneath to press against the soft flesh of her hips. “Is it not…a little perfect?”

She smiled. A sincere smile. “Try to make it perfect and then I’ll decide,” she challenged, and he grinned. He found the satin ruching of her underwear.

“You should know better than to challenge a Saiyan warrior,” he warned. Her panties slipped over her backside, sliding down her legs. “We are not easily bested.”

“Oh, Vegeta.” Bulma carded her fingers into his damp hair. “I don’t want to best you. I just want to love you.”

When he pushed her skirt up, the full force of her scent almost scent him staggering. If he hadn’t been on his knees already, he certainly would have fallen. Recently Vegeta pushed his nose into the creamy flesh of her abdomen, murmuring something in his native tongue that he didn’t have the wits to understand. He kissed and kissed and kissed her skin until she was squirming, angling away with protests of “Hey! That tickles!” He just growled and held her tighter, keeping his mouth on her as his head moved down, desperate to get to the very core of her.

“V - Vegeta. I…I can’t stand!”

Panting, having helplessly coated his tongue on her slick, he only just managed to pull back in time to see how badly her legs shook. Bulma’s cheeks had turned a feverish pink, staring down at him with boggled eyes.

“Well, I’m not done yet!”

“I’m going to fall - ”

Impatiently he wrapped an arm around her knees, lifting her a few inches off the ground and walking forward on his knees until he could dump her on the edge of the bed. She bounced with a relief sigh, legs falling open, just as he’d intended.

“Now don’t move again,” he ordered, hands on her thighs to hold them open.

“Oh - oh - ooookaaay…”

Her words drifted into aimless whimpers and the occasional gasp. Vegeta, on the other hand, set out to drink his fill of her, just like he’d dreamed the entire time he’d been away.

I have to have enough. And then I can train again.

Her first orgasm gushed sweetness all over him. Not satisfying his eagerness, but increasing it. He reached up to fondle her breasts through her nightgown, giving up after a few frustrating moments before yanking on the thin straps that held it to her shoulder.

“Don’t break it!” Bulma snapped, but it lacked her usual verve. Sex made her misty-eyed, and this was no exception.

“Fine!” Vegeta yanked the neckline until her breasts popped out, filling his hand with her supple, rounded flesh as her back arched with a moan. He couldn’t help moaning, too, right into her sex. “You taste good,” he muttered, because it felt polite. She didn’t respond, and he flattened his tongue against her to drag it slowly upwards, savoring every last bit.

She had her fill of his mouth before he had his fill of her taste, wrenching away and giving him a kick in the shoulder. “Enough! I can’t take anymore!”

Vegeta sat back on his haunches, staring at the slope of her backside. She’d collapsed face down after twisting away, a boneless heap on the bed. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he considered taking her from behind, but before that thought could properly form she sat up, hair sticking out and face flushed.

“Get on the bed,” Bulma told him, and he almost tripped over himself to obey.

Watching her ride him was just as sacred an experience as worshiping her. The straps of her nightgown had fallen over her shoulder, the swells of her breasts still spilling from the front. He held her by the thighs for a while, riveted by the way she licked her lips, parting them to breathe soft, pleasured moans. Vegeta could touch as much as he wanted; her arms, her shoulders, her throat. Her breasts, her waist, her hips, helping her to move on top of him when her pace faltered.

“Oh!” came the telltale sign of her climax. “Oh - oh - ”

The way her sex clenched on him would have driven a lesser man mad. Or maybe he was mad, and simply blissfully ignorant to the fact. He didn’t care. Vegeta groaned at each pulsing squeeze while she slowed before stopping.

He didn’t wait. Sitting up, he grabbed her by the waist and tilted her onto the bed, lining up their bodies at the perfect angle while her giant eyes blinked blearily up at him. She looked as dazed as he felt, and with a smile that surprised him, he kissed each of her eyes.

“My Bulma,” he murmured, holding her chin in his hand. Closing his eyes, he rested his forehead on hers for a moment to let her catch her breath. Then he felt her arms around his neck.

“Will you look at me while you make love to me?”

It was a small thing she asked, wasn’t it? Vegeta opened his eyes before realizing he was frowning. “Yes,” he said. Bulma’s smile appeared at once, dazzling and sweet while her fingers scraped lightly at his scalp.

A few thrusts had him fully seated inside of her. He swallowed a groan, aware of how her eyes flicked to his throat at the action. Wasn’t she going to look at him too? But she just kept smiling, holding him tight while he moved slowly in and out, in and out. Nothing wild. Just…tender. Fond.

“You can move faster,” Bulma whispered. “I won’t break.”

Her eyes swam like an expanse of ocean; twin planets of serene seas and endless skies. Vegeta obeyed, focused on keeping his promise more than he was their mutual pleasure. It came, anyway, without his attention: first her lashes fluttered, then he felt her straining beneath him. Wasn’t long after that that he felt her fingernails digging into his shoulders, and this time, when she held him fast he didn’t resist, spilling into her at the tail end of her climax and stopping as soon as her moan turned to a sensitive squeak.

Her palm cupped his cheek, her smile wide. “That was pretty perfect.” Her breath ghosted his lips. Everything about him was her: their scents mingling, his tongue and lips tasted like her, his eyes saw nothing else but her face. His skin touched hers everywhere, warm and cozy and a little damp.

“Perfect enough for you to release your hold on me?”

Her arms drew away from around his neck.

“I didn’t mean that,” Vegeta said, hating the loss of her touch.

“You want to train more,” she said. “Here isn’t enough.” It wasn’t a question. He nodded.

“I must.”

“I’d rather have you imperfectly than not at all.” This time when she said it, her voice was sad. Bulma leaned forward to kiss him on the mouth. “You said you’d come back.”

“Yes.”

“You can’t stay away.”

“No.”

Her teeth dug into her bottom lip. Finally she whispered, “I believe you.”

The tenderness so common in their lovemaking was strangely lacking in their farewells. Bulma disappeared from the room in a robe for a few minutes while Vegeta washed his face (he couldn’t bring himself to wash his body of her scent all together) before returning with new training clothes.

“Be safe,” was all she said.

He almost kissed her again before going to the balcony doors, but got caught in a half-embrace with a gloved hand against her back. Clearing his throat, he pulled away.

The night air was fresh and cool. A few hours earlier it had felt thick, flying through to get to his woman. Now it was full of possibilities and a clear head, whispering promises of his destiny in each beam of light from the stars and moon above.

Vegeta turned on his heel and went back inside.

This time he kissed her with all the passion he had left, everything he could possibly pour into her. His lips numbed and her tiny gasps filled his ears while she clutched at his chest. He couldn’t figure what to say; no promises he couldn’t keep and none of the romantic drivel she probably would have liked. He could only give himself as he was: troubled at the choices that dug needles into his skin, pulling threads apart one by one. Determined to find his destiny among the stars, one way or another. Lost, a bit, too, and maybe because of her - but it didn’t feel so bad anymore.

Bulma waited until Vegeta was no longer visible in the sky before she let herself cry.

For all the tears that had come since he’d left the first time, this felt different. Unending, but in a different way. Instead of spilling from a pool of grief, it was a pool of desperate hope.

He said he’d come back.

When her tears were spent she watched the spot where he’d disappeared. A hand drifted down to her belly, fondling stroking where her baby wouldn’t be able to feel his mother’s touch. Not yet.

“He’ll be back,” she promised him. A father’s promise that the father couldn’t give. Only the confidence a lonely mother could.

Vegeta wouldn’t have stayed for his child. If he couldn’t stay for Bulma, he couldn’t stay for anyone else. So for now, he wouldn’t know. That single-mindedness he cursed so much could return to his training and they’d be waiting, when he returned.

The moon cradled her sadness until it sank beneath the city buildings, and Bulma turned to go inside.

fin

A/N: That's all, folks! I hope you liked it! I certainly loved writing it. Vegeta and Bulma (and baby Trunks) have a special place in my heart. Thank you to everyone who has reached out to let me know that you enjoyed the story. Your kindness warms my frigid heart <3

#vegebul #dbz fanfic #bulma x vegeta #dragon ball

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