Yes, Still You ||| RK900 x Reader
You let out a curse after accidentally biting your tongue. It's heard by your boyfriend, Nines, who gets you back for making him concerned.
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Pairing: RK900 x Gender Neutral ! Reader
Relationship: Romantic
Tone: Fluff
Word Count: 710
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A/N: I think the majority of readers call RK900 'Nines' so that's what I went with. Sorry if that name isn't your cup of tea.
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You cursed a hiss as you felt a sharp twinge of pain bloom in the edge of your tongue, hands instinctively reaching to cover your mouth.
You had bitten your tongue whilst absentmindedly watching one of your favourite shows, legs crossed underneath you as you sat in the centre of the bed. It wasn’t anything bad, and the pain settled quickly into nothing more than a shrill echo as you kept your tongue suspended within your mouth, but apparently your initial curse was loud enough for your boyfriend to hear. Within seconds, he had left his small home office in rushed steps. Thump thump thump until he neared the room.
Standing in the doorway of your shared bedroom, Nines looked at you, silver eyes scanning over your body as you looked back at him.
“You cursed,” he said stoically, staring you down as his LED gave off an orange spin before it settled back to a radiant blue.
Removing your hands from the front of your face, you were going to answer. However, as you moved your tongue from its spot in the void of your mouth, you felt the sting returning in a hot wave of uncomfortable pain. You couldn’t talk with it like that so you allowed your tongue to hang loosely in a childish manner and, only then, you answered the obvious.
“I 'ith my 'ongue," you said in your best pronunciation of the words before you let the tongue hover back inside your mouth. You felt it hurt and heard Nines click his tongue.
Still standing in the doorway, he blinked twice before he let an unnecessary sigh leave his lips. He took a set of long, slow strides towards the bed, eyes tilted to look at you as you looked up at him curiously. Climbing carefully on top of it, he reached out a hand to hover centimetres away from your cheek.
“Let me see,” he ordered simply, leaving you confused for a moment and sitting as still as a rock. That is until his hand moved its thumb to the other side of your face and squeezed gently, forcing you to pout and angle your face to more directly look at him. He made his point.
“Okay okay,” You grumbled and, with the sting of your tongue, you opened your mouth awkwardly again and poked your tongue out. His hand readjusted itself back to cup your cheek, his touch barely there.
As Nines sat and stared, you couldn’t look him in the eyes as you felt heat rise to your face. His eyes were trained on you like a hound would its prey, and you felt stupid by sitting there with an undertone of infancy that your expression manifested.
Good for him, he didn’t need you to look at him. You felt the bed sag below you as the android leaned in and kissed your lips, his own encompassing your hurting muscle just enough for you feel the cold texture of his tongue lightly glide against where you bit yourself. The icy touch numbed the hot pain enough for you not to mind the added pressure to the wound. Still, his sudden action left you stunned enough not to retaliate.
Instead, your eyes zapped to his and watched as he pulled away and slowly stood up to the side of the bed. He carefully patted the void space he previously occupied to flatten the fabric of the blankets.
There was a beat of silence as you watched him lick his lips and rub them with his thumb, LED spinning an orange for a couple of seconds before his eyes looked back at you.
“Yes, still you,” he said as if it was the most normal thing in the world.
Putting the two and two together, your cheeks warmed further when you realised the blood from your tongue reacted with his built-in forensic kit. You felt your heart beat hard in your chest and you watched the android take confident steps back out of the room, as if you were completely forgotten.
“Wait, what? Nines!”
There wasn’t a response until he was out of your sight and you heard the creek of the office door overlap with the rustling from atop the bed.
“That’s what happens when you make me worry.”
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Guys! I finally wrote the full chapter for this prompt I made! And here is the AO3 link. I hope you guys like it!🫰
Phantom's Red Knight
Chapter one: Dark Horse
Summary:
Danny blinks as the man kneels in front of him and gingerly undoes the cuffs that had been digging into his wrists for hours now. Shocked at the gentleness the man had shown not seconds after throwing the world’s greatest detective into a wall, Danny can’t help the feelings of SafeProtectedFriend that bubble up from his core. The anger that had been coming off of the liminal in waves turns into subtle confusion as he sits back on his heels to stare at Danny through the eyes of his blazing red helmet.
Danny is interrupted by a hand appearing on the liminal’s shoulder. He feels every part of his being roil at someone touching something that’s his. His core screams at him as he darts between the man and the owner of the hand. He feels his body change as he faces Superman, legs joining into a tail as his body fades into an inky void. Hands stretch into claws, mouth splitting into a pointed gash, and eyes turning into swirling, glowing pits. Tail gently coiling around his rescuer, keeping him protected and behind Danny
Superman backs away in sweet fear as Danny’s -no, Phantom’s- voice fills with cracking ice and harsh static and he says,
“Don’t touch my knight.”
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