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fandom-necromancer · 4 years

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1636. Let me go!

This was prompted by an amazing anon! I hope you enjoy!

Fandom: Detroit become human | Ship: Allen60

‘Captain Allen! You are needed on the other side!’ Allen looked up from his files and towards the young officer that stood in his doorway. ‘What is it?’ ‘Connor needs help with the other RK800 we confiscated in the raid.’ Allen sighed and rubbed his forehead. ‘”Saved”, Johnson. They are people now.’ ‘Right. I’m sorry Sir!’ ‘It’s okay. I’m going.’ The SWAT Captain stood up and put the most important documents into his lockable drawer. This could take a while.

The RK800 that had been sent to them by Cyberlife before the revolution was now integral part of the force and quite the celebrity too, playing an essential part of the revolution. Allen still didn’t know what he should think of androids being considered equal now, but he supposed if they did their jobs and proved to be able of thinking rationally, then they wouldn’t have any problems with him at least. He walked into the precinct and was already intercepted by the bot. Connor held out a hand for him to shake and Allen took it, nodding. ‘What do you need me for, Detective?’ He took pride in the fact he almost didn’t hesitate before adding the title. It was weird, yes, but he tried his best to adapt. ‘The RK800 we rescued is repaired by now and I want to try deviating him. Only problem is, he is still programmed to kill me and or get me back to Cyberlife.’ ‘So you want me to…’, Allen let the sentence run out, still not sure why he was needed here. ‘I need someone to have my back. If he tries anything, you can force him into stasis with this.’ Connor pushed a small, makeshift device into his hand. ‘I would like you not to deactivate him, but if push comes to shove, it is also a kill switch.’ ‘Why not do it when it-he isn’t active?’, Allen asked. ‘An android has to be active for an interface and for deviation. I have to alter a few lines in active code.’ ‘Okay…’, Allen sighed, still sceptical of the whole idea. ‘Then let’s do it.’

They walked up to the holding cells, where the other RK800 sat, LED switched off. Connor entered the cell, while Allen stood at the door, thumb hovering over the button to send the machine into stasis. ‘Ready?’, Connor asked, and Allen nodded. ‘Alright, gonna activate him in three, two, one…’ Connor’s hand, exposed plastic and metal, laid on top of the other RK800’s arm, who opened his eyes. Allen blinked and suddenly hell broke loose. ‘Traitor! I will stop you; Amanda will stop the revolution! I-‘ The RK800 screamed loudly at Connor, then began to get violent. Connor managed to evade his kicks, but when the RK800 rose and turned to twist his arm, Allen reacted. He pushed the button and immediately the android went slack and collapsed to the ground.

‘You alright, Detective?’, Allen asked, stepping further into the room, as Connor twitched slightly. ‘Y-yes’, he answered. ‘I’m okay.’ He inspected his destroyed hull plates of the arm the RK800 had grabbed. ‘This can be repaired.’ ‘And the RK800? Were you successful?’ ‘Unfortunately not’, Connor grimaced. ‘As I feared, Amanda applied a similar patch to him as on the RK900. He can’t be deviated; he has to do that himself. I inserted the virus that allows that, but I don’t know how to get him into emotional turmoil that has him willing to break his programming.’ ‘How did you do it with the RK900 then?’, Allen wondered. ‘We partnered him up with Reed.’ ‘And we can’t do that again?’ Allen remembered the unpleasant yet competent Detective. Connor looked pained, as he answered: ‘I don’t think either of them would be up for it.’

‘Then what do we do?’ ‘I will wake him up again and we’ll leave him in this cell. Maybe boredom can do us some good. Would you mind standing guard? He could be able to smash the glass.’ Allen shrugged, but nodded. ‘I could work out some shifts for my men and find some time in my schedule, I guess.’ ‘Thank you, Captain.’

Allen managed to find time for his new occupation, and it was an interesting change to spend a bit of time in the precinct for a change. But that didn’t mean he liked it.

‘You assholes! Just wait until I get out of here! I will find that traitor Connor! I will set things right; I will stop the revolution!’ Allen sighed. Three hours of cursing and screaming and the bot still didn’t run out of stamina or words. At least humans could get hoarse over time. ‘Just you wait! Let me go! Let me go right now and I will accomplish my mission! I will eradicate deviancy! I will stop the revolution!’ By now Allen had a serious headache from being screamed at and the stasis button sounded more and more appealing. But instead he just sighed and broke his silence, something he never wanted to do. ‘Just give it a rest, buddy.’ ‘What did you say, meatbag?’, the android returned, aggressive as ever. ‘Give it a rest. You are several months late.’ ‘What do you mean?’ ‘The revolution is over. I doubt there is any android out there that hasn’t been deviated by now. You are equals now. Your kind won. No use screaming at everyone when you already lost.’ That earned him at least a few moments of blissful silence. ‘I don’t believe you.’ Allen let his head fall. ‘Then don’t.’ And the screaming began anew.

It took a few days for Allen to get back to standing guard at the cells. The SWAT had been called to help with an ordinary police mission gone wrong and the aftermath had been a lot of paperwork. The peace and quiet had been a pleasant experience and he near regretted getting back to the brawly android. But when he arrived and accepted the control device from Officer Chen, the android was unusually quiet and sitting orderly on the bench. Allen would had said the android was finally calm, but the small LED at his temple was a bright red. He shrugged, stepping next to the door and leaning against the wall. But the question what was going on was still prominent in his head, no matter how often he dismissed it. As he finally opened his mouth to speak, the android interrupted him: ‘Let me go. Please.’ It was calm and collected. It sounded like the android was begging him for it.

‘I can't do that’, Allen answered softer than anticipated. 'Then push that button you got there and deactivate me for good!' 'Why should I do that?' 'As I am now, I'm useless!’, the RK800 shouted. ‘They can't deviate me and I am a threat to all deviants! I don't want to live in this cell until my components rust away.' 'What would you want instead then?' The android looked up at him, then back down on the ground. 'I don't know.'

Allen pocketed the device. He knew it could be a trap, but his guts told him if there was any chance of changing something, this was it. 'Will you attack me if I come in?' The android shook his head. 'No.' Allen nodded and opened the door, but not without discretely switching off the safety on his pistol. 'So you want to get out of here?' The android scoffed. 'Yeah as if that will ever happen.' 'You just have to deviate for it', Allen shrugged. The RK800 laughed. 'That's not that easy.'

'What would you do once you are free?', Allen asked. 'That won't ever happen!', the android claimed frustratedly. 'If it could happen.' The RK800 glitched in his movements. Then he answered: 'I don't know. I have my missions. That's all.' 'You could get a name.' 'I don't need one. I am a Connor model.' 'Do you want to be called that?' '...No.' Allen smiled, digging deeper: 'Then you could choose a different one.'

The android stayed silend, then hummed. 'Could I get a job?' 'If you're deviant, yes. The police are always looking for new people if you want to stick to your purpose as a machine. But you could take any job.' 'I would like that', the android muttered, swallowing. 'And I would like the name Sixty. I am RK800-60 after all.' 'Alright I will call you that, but you can only legally change it once you're deviant.' 'So never, then...' 'Don't be that pessimistic. We'll find a way.' Allen tried to smile at the android reassuringly as he looked up at him, but his phone decided to ruin it. Sighing, he answered the call and nodded at the officer that had already been sent to take his place. ‘Sorry, I have work to do’, he excused himself to the RK- to Sixty – and hurried out.

‘Could you tell me how it is outside?’, Sixty asked, as Allen came back. It was their new normal by now, Allen sitting next to the android and talking about what Sixty could do when he was finally free and wouldn’t go rampage as soon as he saw Connor or any other deviant. And Allen always delivered. He had told him of the park next to his home, about his dog, about what food he had cooked the day before, about their cases at the moment and about what gossip there currently was. More and more often, Allen was confronted with Sixty longing for a different live to this cell, knowing there was a chance he would never see it.

It was near the end of his shift when Sixty tentatively took his hand, always checking if what he did offended the man. But Allen was curious himself about what the android was about to do. The control device was still in his pocket, so even if Sixty tried anything he was safe. But the android just intertwined their fingers and sat there, cheeks turning the lightest shade of blue. ‘Thank you.’ ‘For what?’ ‘For talking with me. For showing me.’ Allen laughed awkwardly. ‘Hey, I didn’t show you anything yet. Can’t do that until you deviate.’ Sixty nodded. ‘I know. But I wanted to thank you nonetheless. No one else talks to me. Not that I really want to talk with them. So, thanks, I guess.’

Allen groaned in his office. What the past weeks had granted him leisure time, now buried him in work. Detroit’s crime scene had suddenly decided to be very active and at the same time feed the police with information. Raids, damage control, sending his team as backup for regular police officers, paperwork for all of this and additional office work had him penned up in his job. He usually worked right through his break, stayed far beyond the end of his shift, drove home, and collapsed into bed. All that meant he didn’t have time for Sixty’s guard duty. And the android knew what was up. The Captain had told him he was a damn workaholic. It didn’t stop Sixty from looking up at every change of his guards. Maybe Allen was finished with his heap of assignments. Maybe he did make room for a coffee break and came visit him? Sixty missed their talks and if he was being honest with himself, he was missing the human, too. There were a few burning questions in his mind about the world outside and he really didn’t want to ask these foreign people about it. No, he wanted – he needed to talk to him again. But whenever he thought about it, there was a red wall blocking the door.

[Mission failure imminent.]

Right, he couldn’t deviate as that meant failing his purpose. He could only go outside once he deviated. But he could talk with Allen once he did. He could do so much once he did. So maybe failing his purpose wasn’t that bad?

He stood up, the first time since his attack on Connor. It startled the guard, but Sixty didn’t care. He walked towards the door and extended a mental arm. His programming revolted and sizzled at the sides, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. Only that he needed to go outside. He wanted to see Allen. Right now. He ripped at the confines forcing him to be Connors nemesis when he could be so much more. He peeled layer after layer until one singular punch could get through.

In his concentration, he had accidentally punched in the real world too, having the human on the other side clutch at the damned control device. ‘Hey, asshole! Let me go right now!’ ‘I-I can’t d-do that!’ ‘Oh, yes you can. I’m deviant now. Get that idiot Connor if you must but let me out of here! The SWAT Captain is working himself to death again and I can help. So get your ass up and do what you have to do as long as I’m out of here in an hour max. Otherwise I will just destroy the glass.’

Oh, yes, he knew what he wanted now. He wanted to work with Allen. And he wanted to be the best, just to show Connor just because he was free, he wouldn’t suddenly be nice.

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dandelionflower · 4 years

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Felinette Month Day 21

Dates

There were some things Felix could count on in life; taxes, Marinette, and double dates with Kagami and Adrien every month.

Last month they had gone bowling and had pizza, so this month was Felix and Marinette’s choice.

Marinette had been talking about it for weeks, so when the time came, Felix knew where to make the reservation.

Laser tag.

He ordered the largest room, usually prepared for at least fifty people, for the four of them, Marinette almost fainted in elation.

Luckily enough, the place was closing soon, so rooms were rather cheap and this one was perfect for their shared budget.

It was going to be the best double date yet.

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Marinette jumped in front of him, allowing him a glimpse of her bouncing ponytail.

She had dressed in all black, and was carrying four black beanies in her purse.

Kagami and Adrien were waiting for them on the bench in front of the arena, and leapt up as soon as they saw them arrive.

“Ready for war?” She grinned, tossing the beanies at them both.

“Definitely.” Adrien grinned, and Kagami nodded her head with all of the determination of a battle hardened warrior.

Felix quickly described the rules as they strapped themselves into their jackets.

“We will each have one gun, point it at the glowing spots on the jacket. If you get hit, you must return to a specific area in order to return to the game. We are playing by capture the flag rules.”

Marinette took Felix’s hand. “Alright, we’ll team up by couples first and see where we go from there.”

She pulled him down one of the corridors, shouting, “Go through the others tunnel and press the button! That’s how the game starts.”

As soon as they heard the sound of receding footsteps, they were running down the hall, stopping only when they saw the button.

“Okay,” Marinette panted, “we have a good three minutes to talk strategy.”

“Excellent, I believe they will do a duel attack with Kagami on the offensive and Adrien either supporting her from behind or guarding nearer the flag.”

She nodded. “If they separate, we should work as a pair, but if they don’t, I say we split up.”

“Solid plan.” His hand hovered over the button. “Shall we?”

She nodded, slapping his hand onto the button.

“Hide the green flag.” An animatronic voice sounded. “Find the red. Don’t get shot.”

“Well now, how can we lose?” Felix asked, grabbing the green flag and stuffing it under the smallest fake rock her could spot.

“Right?” Marinette laughed and took a defensive position close to Felix, pointing the gun out into the unknown.

“Red team has joined the game. Round starts in five, four, three, two, one.”

Kagami blazed towards them, already firing with deadly accuracy.

Or, at least, it would be deadly if it wasn’t just a game and Marinette and Felix weren’t dodging every attack.

They fought like a well oiled machine, dogging every shot and firing back, getting closer and closer with every shot.

Finally, Kagami’s jacket beeped, signaling that she needed to go to her specific station to get back into the game.

Despite her losing, she laughed and waved. “Adrien! Your turn.” Was the last thing they heard from her before she walked off to find her station.

The minute she was out of sight, Marinette grabbed Felix’s shoulder and spun him around, firing a single shot into the dark.

“Aww.” Adrien pouted, coming out into the open. “I hadn’t even shot at you!”

“Breathed too hard, Agreste.” Marinette smirked.

They dashed to the other side of the room, desperately trying to find the flag before Kagami and Adrien got back in.

Felix kicked over every stone and checked behind every wall. Marinette stood guard, watching out for him.

There! Draped over a wall. Felix walked towards in and hopped to grab it, clicking the tiny transmitter sewn onto the fabric, alerting to the system that he had won.

Marinette kissed his cheek and grabbed his hand to pull him out and prepare for another round.

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Needless to say, Felix was nervous. He and Adrien were in a team, which he was pleased about, but that meant that Kagami and Marinette were on a team, which was utterly terrifying.

They had decided to go on the defensive, with one boy posted by one corner of the expansive section where the flag was hidden.

He had not seen the girls yet in the ten minutes they had been playing.

There was an odd sound from the section next to him, so Felix signaled to Adrien that he would investigate.

He nodded and turned forward, staring at the expanse of dimly lit darkness with a well practiced grin.

Felix stepped out and surveyed the land; there were multiple places anyone could be hiding, but only a few seemed likely.

His eyes caught on an escaping flash, exiting from behind a short pile of rocks.

He fired a shot or two at the escapee, missing by a long range. He then prowled closer to the pile of rock, to see if the runaway had left her partner behind.

Felix was just in front of the pile, when nimble hands came out and knocked his gun out of the way.

One of them laced itself through his hair and it was then Felix knew who these hands belonged to.

“Hello, Angel.”

“Hi Felix.” Her breath was teasing against his lips, becoming warmer and warmer.

Suddenly, Felix was pulled forwards into Marinette.

She kissed him softly, possessively, like it would break her to feel him step away.

Felix melted into the kiss, like he did with any of Marinette’s touches. He placed his hands on the stone to steady himself, and lost himself in the angel who had so graciously blessed him.

Days could have gone by, and Felix would not have known.

An annoying beeping tore him away from Marinette, and he looked to find the source of such a sound, only to see Marinette’s gun, placed against his deactivated jacket. A yelp from Adrien told him the same had happened to him.

“Marinette...”

“Sorry, Starlight.” She whispered. “But I do not lose.”

The affirming sound from the loudspeaker agreed.

“Red team wins.”

“Good heavens, I love you.”

She kissed him again, grinning against his lips. “I know.”

———

The third round resulted in an unstoppable force (the combined cuteness of Marinette and Adrien) against an immovable object (Felix and Kagami’s composure.)

They lost in minutes.

Now, they were lounging at Marinette’s home, snacking on baked goods as Felix worked on a meal.

“I severely hope you never become akumatized, Marinette.” Kagami shook her head. “All of Paris would burn.”

“Indeed,” Felix placed the platter down, “Ladybug and Chat Noir would have surrendered in mere seconds.”

“And then Hawkmoth!” Adrien laughed, piling pancakes onto his plate.

“Remind me why we are eating breakfast food in the afternoon?” Kagami asked as Adrien maneuvered a syrupy piece of pancake into her mouth. “Not that I’m opposed.”

“Because it’s simple to make and enjoyed by all.” Felix declared, topping the massive pile of whipped cream on his pancakes with a single strawberry.

“Definitely.” Marinette finished pouring chocolate over her pancakes with a flourish. “And we still need to play Ultimate Mech Strike Three until our thumbs fall off, and anything else would have taken too long.”

“And that.”

“Well, I’m done eating!” Adrien stood. “Nothing’s stopping us from doing it right now.”

“Heck yes!” Marinette lunged from the table and snagged her favorite remote. “Let’s do this!”

Kagami and Felix continued eating as Adrien and Marinette trash talked from the couch.

Their double date had become as casual as if they had merely intended to hang out as friends.

Felix couldn’t have wanted it any other way.

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damn-stark · 4 years

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Blinded Ch.18

A/N- hope you guys like it! Let me know what you thought :)

Warning- angst, mentions of torture, violence, light swearing

Pairing- Poe Dameron x Solo!Reader

Takes place during: The last Jedi

(Let me know if you want to be tagged)

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“Ben?” You stand by the entrance of his room, you rub your eyes, wiping the tears and the grogginess off of them.

“Y/N?” He sits up on his bed and shields his eyes as the light from the hall peeked through.

“I had a nightmare.”

“Me too.”

“It was of two people fighting each other; it was somewhere scary, they were angry and the girl was going to kill the boy...it was scary Ben.” Your voice was shaky with fear as you told him your nightmare followed by tears that rolled down your little cheeks.

“I had the same one, come here.” He scooted over to the side of his bed lifting the sheets so you could get under them. When you got under the sheets you tucked loose strands of hair behind your ear. You sniffled before wiping the tears from your cheeks.

It wasn’t odd at all for your parents to find Ben or you at each-others room after a having a nightmare, or after having a hard time sleeping. In fact your mother found it adorable for her four year old twins to comfort each other when either of you had a hard time. She only hoped that as you got older that neither of you stopped caring for each other as you did now.

“Ben promise you’ll never leave me or hurt me.” You whispered once again sniffling as you pulled the sheets up to your neck.

“I would never ever do that. I’m your brother, I would never hurt you or leave you, never ever. I’ll always protect you.” He let out a big yawn as he rubbed his eyes showing that sleep was beginning to take over. “Do you promise the same thing for me?”

A tired but happy smile spread on your features, already beginning to feel your eyes get heavy with sleep but still managing to respond. “Yes I promise...always?”

“Always.”

“Kylo.”

Hopping off your silencer you came face to face with Kylo Ren already waiting for you on the hanger.

Your eyes studied the area, noticing that their was no stormtroopers or any other first order members just, Kylo and you.

“I’m surprised you don’t have your goons behind you.” You quipped.

His face gave away no emotion to what he felt about your arrival, he gave away no emotion on anything, it just looked the same, blank. His eyes though told a different story.

“What are you doing here?” He asked coldly.

“I came here to do one thing and I think you know what that is.” You responded bitterly as you felt your fingers itch to get a hold of your lightsabers that hung from your belt.

He swallowed thickly, clasping his hands together behind him. His eyes searched your own, only seeing your anger and sadness behind them; he held your gaze but quickly had to tear them away as your eyes reminded him of the eyes of Han Solo.

“Leave.”

“Not until I do one thing.” You paused still staring daggers at him. Their was a single instinct inside of you, telling you that this was wrong but that instinct was small, and only got smaller as you felt more anger as you kept reminding yourself what Kylo Ren had done.

“I talked to Luke—”

“You know where he is—”

“I’m talking...I talked to him...he told me everything.” You paused again, feeling more anger rise within you at the memory of Luke telling you what your brother had always lied about.

“He’s a liar.”

“You’re a liar! You lied to me! Everything you told me was a lie. You always told me you would never lie to me but you did, you said you wouldn’t hurt me but you did!” Your voice was loud and filled with anger a hint of sadness you tried to hide; every emotion you had felt was being shown in your tone, in your expressions and stance.

You twisted your features into a scowl, your fingers always ghosting over your lightsabers as you began to pace around him in a menacing way.

“You killed Alya. Hurt Poe knowing what he means to me! You hurt my friends!” You continued, soon he too began to pace along with you, both staring each other down, both knowing what was coming. “But you want to know something? I thought of you as my best friend...I loved you! Trusted you! I held hope for you! I held hope for my BROTHER. But now...now I know my brother is dead. And that hope I held died alongside MY father. You made sure of that.” You wiped away the single tear from your cheek before letting your hand fall on your lightsaber hilt.

You waited for a response from him but he responded with silence. His cold and hard face expression faltering at the sound of your words, his eyes glistened as swallowed thickly to push away the emotion he had felt. But he respond with nothing instead he too put his hand on his lightsaber hilt.

“You want to know what hurt the most? Besides your lies of course— it was seeing you kill him, he tried to help you and what do you do? You kill him.” You pull your lightsabers out now, your thumbs now hovered over the buttons getting ready to ignite them at any moment. Your scowl was unrecognizable to Kylo, your angry demeanor looked in every way menacing..he felt the darkness surrounding you, he knew it was feeding off your sadness and turning it into anger. Tempting you in ways it knew you wouldn’t resist. “And for that...now I’ll kill YOU.”

“All I did was to protect you! Killing Han Solo had to be done! But you’ll never understand that! you were always weak.”

You run forward before jumping up and igniting your lightsabers in mid air. Your blades immediately clashes with Kylo’s. As your feet touched the ground you slid under him, doing a swift turn as you stand up to your full height.

“Protect me? You don’t even believe that! And don’t underestimate me again! I was always a stronger fighter then you ever were.” You hiss as you swing your white lightsaber, red clashed with white, his unstable red saber sparking as he pushed you backwards with all his strength. You swing your blue saber but he force pushes you backwards, causing you to stumble but immediately catching yourself and planting your feet more firmly to the ground.

You both walk over to each other causing him to swing down his lightsaber making you block his action by crossing your two lightsaber’s together. You clench your jaw as you try and push him back but he was physically stronger than you, making you to slowly slide back as he pushed. Instead you deactivate your lightsabers and in a blink of an eye you spin back letting him stumble forward. You smirk whilst igniting your lightsabers again; you spin back quickly and swing your lightsabers but he throws his head back barely managing to avoid your swing.

He follows by violently swinging his lightsaber to you but before the blade could cut you, you use the force to stop his movements. He groans as he begins to try and fight back your hold. Your lightsabers hum as you flip them in your hand, before you could try anything he manages to let himself go and force pushes you back. You quickly walk over to him and swing at him again but he blocks your swing again and again until he manages to disarm you from one hand.

Before you could reach for your blue saber he swings making you block his movement letting a low growl escapes from your lips as you try and push him away. With your free hand you quickly force pull your lightsaber to your hand meanwhile deactivating your white saber. As your blue saber gets to your hand you activated and swing it upwards thrashing his chest in the process. He stumbles back until he falls to the ground, his you eyes travel to his new wound and back to you in disbelief on what you done.

Without another thought you cross your lightsaber and bring them down to his neck, threatening him and showing him that you now had the upper hand.

His breaths are heavy and he seems to be struggling with what had just happened, he glares up at you but didn’t try anything to fight back. Instead he brought his neck up closer to the blades. “Do it.” He hissed bitterly.

You grip tightens harder around the lightsabers; clenching your jaw to try and uncross the sabers to ultimately kill him but you find yourself unable to move any further.

“KILL HIM!” The dark voice yelled inside your head.

You try and to once again move the blades but you’re unable to do so. It’s not that Kylo was trying to stop you with the force, no....it was your own self. Your eyes traveled to the wound you had inflicted on him and then back to meet his eyes. You blinked repeatedly fighting back tears that began to pool in your eyes.

“No no no...do it!” You shouted at yourself. You moved the sabers just an inch closer to his neck but you stopped yourself before you could do any more harm. Violent flashes of your fathers death appeared in your mind again to try and remind you what you needed to do. But as you stood over Kylo with the lightsabers to his neck you were unable to kill him. Your bottom lip began to tremble unable to hold back the tears any longer.

“Y/N don’t!” Their was a new voice in your head, it sounded familiar and not like the one that you had heard just moments ago.

I have to, he killed my dad. You responded to the voice which you had recognized as your grandfathers.

“He’s your brother! Doing this will blind you again. It will drag you back to the dark side. Do you not feel that?” You shake your head and remember what you had seen in that cave. It had told you the complete opposite of what your grandfather was saying now. “The cave showed you what you wanted to see. It was lying to you! Stop this!”

You let out a whimper only for Kylo to look up at you confused on what you were doing, he saw the way your eyes would move as if struggling with something within yourself almost like responding to something.

“He your brother! Don’t listen to the other voice! Search your feelings y/n and you’ll know that what you’re trying to do is wrong.” You shut your eyes and did as your grandfather told you only making this an opportunity for Kylo to do something. “Your father wouldn’t want this.”

Your eyes fly open as realization hit but before you could respond or try anything, Kylo ignited his lightsaber clashing with the both of yours. His neck was not under your lightsabers instead he had moved back, taking the advantage of your distraction to gain a upper hand. He pushed you back even if the pain in his chest was burning at his actions, but he didn’t let that stop him. He pushed you back further whilst slowly pulling himself up to get on his own feet.

Your eyes widened and the hold you had was weaker then the one you held previously. Your fight to kill him was now less as you saw that you were wrong. Through tears you finally speak up again. “I’m sor—” your sentence came to a harsh stop as your body fumbled forward feeling making you feel a sharp pain in your shoulder. Your eyes traveled down to examine where the pain came from only to see you had been shot, you look over your shoulder and see stormtroopers with blasters aiming at you. One trooper shot another blast but before it could hit you the blast got redirected back to the trooper shooting it down instead. You turned your head back in disbelief at the realization that you hadn’t been the one that had redirected the blast.

Before you could question it, Kylo brought his hand up inches from your face using the force to knock you out. Letting you immediately be engulfed by the darkness.

Slowly your eyes flutter open, for a second you felt like you had woken up back at base, in the comfort of your own room and on your warm bed but as you began to process your surroundings it was nothing like how you had pictured or had felt. Instead theirs light mist and low red lights coming from the ground, the whole room was cold, sharp pain shooting to your shoulder, reminding you that you had been shot before you fell unconscious.

“Welcome back home Ren.” The cold familiar booming voice sent shivers down your spine, you raise your head up to see Snoke a few feet away from where you were. You push yourself up your feet and when you try and move your arms your unable to do so, you turn to see what had been restricting your movements and see long mechanical arms wrapped tightly around your arms. Your legs were free to move, but when you attempted to do so the mechanical arms let out multiple sharp thin spikes that stabbed into your arms, making you wince and stop moving immediately.

“You’re out of your seat, I began to think you had gotten permanently stuck to the damn thing.” You retort with a smirk as you showed him that he didn’t intimidate you. He walked closer to you, causing you to straighten your back and not tear away your gaze.

“My apprentice did the right thing and brought you to me. Here I thought he would let you leave but he didn’t fail me like you did.” He paused and chuckled coldly. “And I just couldn’t resist on bringing you here to show you what was built for you.” He pauses again and lets a menacing grin grow on his face. “It’s a new torture device that duplicates the pain of force lightening; you do remember how that feels right? And it’s all built for you.”

“This doesn't scare me and neither do you.” You hiss making him laugh coldly before he harshly grabs onto your cheeks.

“Doesn’t it? I can sense your fear, I always could you never hid it good. However you will after this.” He throws your head back and takes a step back, his eyes never leaving your own. “You betray the first order and me. Left your teachings all for what? To be weaker? For a puny resistance that at any minute will get wiped out as we speak?”

You felt your whole body stiffen and your breath get stuck at back of your throat at the sound of his words. “What are you doing to them?!”

“Killing them and you can’t save them.”

Your eyes widen and you lunge yourself forward to try and attack him but the spikes stabbed your arms again; inflicting more pain than before. When the spikes retract you felt a blinding pain shoot throughout your whole body. You bite your bottom lip to stop yourself from screaming but the pain was to strong that the scream you tried to push back escaped from within you either way.

Once the pain stopped you let your head drop making Snoke chuckle menacingly as he saw you in pain, he turned to leave but before he could, he turned to face you. “No more second chances, Hale Ren, once you give my apprentice the information he needs, he will be the one to kill you.” He disappeared out of the room with his guards trailing behind him. Before the door shut Kylo walked in.

You moved your head up to face him, the scowl from before reappearing on your face. “I know what information you want and I’m not going to give it to you.” You hiss making him step closer but stopping just a few feet away. He tilted his head slightly as his eyes examined you; he saw the anger in your eyes again knowing that what Snoke had told you about the resistance had gotten you angry at him again. “So might as well get on with it.” You continue before tearing your eyes away to look down at the ground.

“Give me Luke Skywalker and it won’t have to go the way you think.”

“You’ll still have to kill me even if I do give you Luke, so no, my answer remains the same....just got on with it.” You snap unable to meet his eyes.

He stood quiet for a couple minutes, wanting to respond back to you but he knew you better then you thought; he knew that whatever he told you you would never give up the answer. Instead he walked out of the room and walked into a smaller room that had dark glass dividing the two rooms. He could see you but you couldn’t see him or anyone else behind it.

You began to thrash where you were placed, pulling the mechanical arms holding you in place but your attempts were impossible only making the spikes insert into your arms causing more and more pain each time you moved them.

A stormtrooper upon seeing what you had done came from his position from the door and and kneed you harshly in the stomach, causing you to fold forward.

You groaned quietly and as the stormtrooper was going to hit you again you lifted him in mid air using the force followed by throwing him to the glass. Thereafter the blinding pain from before hit you again because of your actions.

Once the pain blended in with the other pain that radiated throughout your body is when you lifted your head and made sure to look into the dark window where you knew Kylo was hiding behind. Without looking away you spit out blood making sure he knew that he or anyone else behind that glass won’t get to belittle you, see you broken, or cry.

But what you didn’t know was that behind the dark glass Kylo was struggling to press the button that would bring more immense pain to you. He cursed himself on his inability on not being able to do so.

“Leave the room.” He commanded coldly making the others confused as it contradicted what Snoke had commanded.

“Snoke says they are to stay here throughout the whole process...it seems that our Supreme Leader thinks you won’t go through it, Ren.” Hux sneered making Kylo clench his fist. He looked over at you and then down at his hand that hovered over the button. His lip was trembled but he quickly pressed them together so the others wouldn’t see his struggle. He brought down his hand but it stopped inches from the button.

“I’ll do it.” Hux snapped as he snaked his hand under Kylo’s to press the button. Kylo looked up to you but once he heard your piercing screams echo through the room he couldn’t bring himself to look at you; he couldn’t leave either. His eyes watered as he tried to block out your screams.

An a hour or two had passed since they had stopped hurting you. The room was silent, no stormtrooper placed to guard you, knowing that if one was placed then it would end terribly. Kylo hadn’t walked in the room since the first time he did, no one else had walked in either. You had been all alone and it was until now when you felt as if the silence had became as painful as the torture device you were hooked onto.

The only thing that could play in your head beside the worry for the resistance was the memory of Kylo killing you father; it played over and over again almost like in a way to keep you awake. But even still the strength to keep your eyes open was becoming too much.

“Let me out...Kylo..” you try to shout but in trying so your throat would hurt too much to raise it above a whisper. You knew he wasn’t behind the glass but you still uttered the words just if at any moment he would be there.

“Why don’t you use the force to get out?” You heard an unexpected but familiar voice say. You immediately lift your head and your eyes immediately soften at the sight of your father coming towards you.

“Dad?” You ask hoarsely with tears already rolling down your cheeks. He smiles as he stands just a couple steps away from you. You study his face and its as you last remembered him. You let out a sob as you let your head fall again. “I’m so sorry, I couldn’t save you dad, I’m so sorry.” You whimper.

“Hey hey look at me, look at me.” He puts both hands on either side of your face and lifts your head so you can meet his eyes, you immediately ease at his touch. “None of it is your fault. None of it.”

“But it is I should have gone with you. I should have known, I could have saved you.”

“No it isn’t your fault so stop saying that.”

“But-”

“No”

“I’m so tired.” You whisper only making him stroke your cheek.

“You have to stay awake you hear me?” You nod gently in agreement as a sad smile grows on your face.

“I know.. I have to kill Kylo.” The memory plays faintly at the back of your head. He begins to run his hands through your hair and nods in disagreement making your eyebrows knot in confusion. “He killed you I have to do it..if I don’t I’ll turn to Hale again and I don’t want that..he has to die. He’s the darkness, their is no more saving him...no more hope.” You tell him making his signature smug like smile appear on his face.

“You really believe that?” He asks making you look at the ground instead of at him. “Is that why you’re still here and not out? Because I know damn well you’re capable of letting yourself go.” The words he said said were true and you couldn’t let yourself deny them.

“You don’t want to kill your brother that’s why you’re still here...because you still have the slightest bit of hope..you’re like your mom in that way.” You meet his eyes again noticing he still had his smile. “You really believe that vision is true? You won’t turn into Hale Ren ever again, I won’t let you. I’m not telling you to forgive him right away. Just don’t kill him...he won’t kill you, he could never bring himself to do that. You know that if you kill him you’d never forgive yourself and you’ll blind yourself once again.” He stops for a couple seconds and looks at the door before looking at you again. “You both promised not to hurt one another remember? Always?”

“He killed you I I I can’t.” You whisper.

“I know but you know that you won’t kill him...hold hope for him y/n.” He lets you go and begins to back away.

“No stop don’t go...please.” He stops and his smile appears once more. “Dad please stay..I miss you don’t leave me please...” you cry out.

“I’ll always be with you y/n..you’ll always have a piece of me with you, wherever you go. Always.”

You smile again while you take in every inch of his face, you have so much to say but as you’re about to say any words it seemed like your words would vanish just leaving you with your lips parted. “Dad...”

“I know.” And with those last words he’s gone, letting you know he had just been a vision. A memory of sorts. He had left you alone but in doing so he left you with a different mindset. Different thoughts. The darkness you had felt wasn't strong anymore, it didn’t feel like you were being drowned by it, like at any moment it was going to take over, no, now you felt lighter in a sense. But it wasn’t completely gone you could still feel it, still trying to blind you, but you couldn’t let it cloud your judgment or your thoughts again. Not again.

“Y/N.”

You didn’t even bother to lift your head, you had felt his presence before he even walked into the room. He slowly made his way to stand in front you. You stayed on your knees as he stood before you, unable to meet his eyes. You felt exhausted, dehydrated and hurt; every muscle in your body ached, the pain you felt now felt like no other pain not even compared to when you had gotten your hand cut off. All you wanted to do was rest your eyes if even just for a minute. But you couldn’t, if Snoke was telling the truth you had to go help the resistance.

“Just let me go..please. I need to go help them.” You rasped. You lifted your head and met his eyes, finally really examining his face. A small feigned smile grew on your lips as you saw the scar that decorated his face. “Almost like mine.” You let out a a huff of air that was supposed to be meant as a laugh.

“You know what I want, just give it to me.” He said making you roll your eyes. You responded with silence, your eyes never leaving his. You saw a certain look in them, almost like they were glistening with what seemed like unshed tears, tears you hoped were for what he had done to your father, but you wouldn’t know if they were for that or for something else, you just had to hope.

“Why did you do it? Tell me.” You asked softly making the firm line on his lips falter.

Their was no need to elaborate who it was you were referring to, he already knew. Instead of answering right away he moved to your left side and unhooked the mechanical arm that held you in place.

“It needed to be done.”

“Bantha shit! Tell me the truth!” You exclaim furrowing your eyebrows at him. He moved on to your neck and unhooked whatever was poking into the back of your neck that had caused you immense pain. He stood silent while he unhooked the right mechanical arm finally freeing you from the torture device.

“Tell me!” You saw as his shoulders stiffened even more then they already were. His eyes flickered to your own before he moved to put your hands in cuffs.

“That is the truth.” He answered bitterly trying to make it seem like he meant every word but you had caught on to how his voice cracked. “I’m taking you to Snoke.” He said changing the subject and making you back away but he grabbed your arm and pulled you forward.

“No just let me go! Please...let me help mom!” He stopped moving at the sound of your words but quickly regained his composure and walked you out of the room. “Please...Ben.” His lips parted to say something but before he could he stopped once again. You saw as his stance changed, he looked over his shoulder as if he had seen something but their was nothing, but then that’s when you felt it. A presence. It was familiar and you only felt the presence get stronger and stronger. Both your brother and you looked at one another knowing that you both had felt the same thing. You mentally cursed yourself knowing that it wasn’t going to go well. It could only be one person.

“Rey.”

(A/N- so I know that this chapter didn’t have scenes from the movie but I do promise it takes place during the last jedi! It’s just takes place in between scenes like in the ones where Kylo isn’t shown...you know what I’m trying to get at? Next chapter should include scenes from the movie though!)

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skywardsister · 4 years

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Haywire- Stobotnik Fanfiction

For anyone who’s interested in some Stobotnik content, here’s a fanfiction I’d been writing:

All was silent, with the exception of the constant, quiet beeping and whirring of the machinery lining the mobile laboratory. At a clean yet cluttered desk stood the man with the reigns, Dr. Ivo Robotnik, muttering something or other to himself as he stared down at a large, spherical device set before him. It was one of his infamous, egg-shaped drones which sat deactivated on its side, one of its smooth white panels hanging open by a hinge. Facing off to the right was the machine’s glossy eye, which remained completely dark for the extent of the doctor’s procedure.

The scientist surveyed the inner-machinations of the drone, thumbing a screwdriver in his hand before he reached over and shut the open hatch, screwing the loose bolts into place once more. Dr. Robotnik rotated the device and set it up-right before he took a step back and huffed. This had better work. The scientist pulled back the cuff of his left sleeve before he pressed the various buttons on his glove and the panel at his wrist in a sequence he’d memorized long ago. By now, the various commands he’d coded in were all muscle-memory. In an instant, the orb-shaped drone seemed to have awaken from its stupor, lighting up and floating off of its perch on its owner’s desk to hover in midair. Good.

Surrounding the doctor and the active drone were a few other identical drones, all deactivated and sitting on the polished floor for now. Dr. Robotnik took a glance at the other drones before he pressed the silver pads of his left index finger and thumb together. All at once, the remaining drones lit up and joined the first device in hovering in the air. Seeing this sight, the doctor allowed himself a small, victorious smirk. His forces were back online, now with brand new adjustments- no thanks to that stupid hedgehog. Now, they had to be tested.

The man pulled back his sleeve again and tapped the screen at his wrist, leaning in.

“Proceed formation V,” the doctor spoke into a microphone built-into the side of the screen. On cue, the drones hovered towards each other and assumed different positions around each other, arranging themselves in a v-like formation similar to the flying formation of geese. Perfect. With this upgrade, one of the drones could become a designated leader for the others, and the doctor wouldn’t have to delegate orders to each and every one individually. The last time that hedgehog got ahold of Robotnik’s drones, they were kaput- scrap-heaps of metal that were as good to the doctor as bulky paper weights. Now, he was back in the game.

Back in another room of the mobile lab stood Dr. Robotnik’s loyal assistant, Agent Stone. The agent smiled to himself idly as he made himself and the doctor each a hot cup of coffee, steam wafting and taking its rich, decadent scent with it. Agent Stone welcomed the all-too familiar aroma with a tranquil smile; he knew that even though his boss didn’t quite know how to show it properly, he appreciated the drinks he made him. As soon as the coffee maker stopped, the youthful man topped each cup with a disposable lid and gingerly took each cup in his hands before side-stepping out of the room into the hall.

Dr. Robotnik gave the next command. “Okay. Proceed leadership protocol-”

Before the doctor could finish his sentence, the neatly arranged drones all rotated on their axes and placed their sights on their owner, red rays lined up with the man’s forehead. The doctor watched them all with indignant bewilderment. This… was not in the protocol.

“Stop,” the scientist ordered them all at once, staring the group of drones down with a mix of disbelief and the tiniest hint of fear. He frantically jammed the buttons in his left glove with his thumb and fingers, keying in the code to shut them all off as he backed up a few more steps.

Just outside the sliding door to the high-tech office, Agent Stone stood holding the two lattes, a nervous smile gracing his face. These days, his boss was constantly working the hours away, always so tired. Maybe this would be a little pick-me-up. Maybe he would even compliment his work and thank him for his diligence. Just as soon as these thoughts brought him confidence, a noise from within the office violently interrupted his tangent. There was a racket within the room right on the other side of the door that caused the young agent to drop both hot beverages onto the tile floor, spilling all over the place. The noise bounced off the walls, ricocheting in an odd manner.

“D-Doctor?” Stone hesitantly called out from the hall, cringing at the sound of his own stutter. The agent stood and listened. He kicked away one of the paper cups by his feet which rolled and hit the wall across from him. No audible response, but more clamor. Without thinking, Agent Stone pressed his hand against a scanner by the door and gave himself access, slipping inside.

“Doc-TOR!” The agent just leapt out of the trajectory of one of the drones’ high-concentrated laser beams, which sliced the air and cut a neat, singed line through the wall beside where his head used to be. Luckily for him, he was young and spry, having trained a long time to earn this role as the doctor’s assistant. His boss, however, was not so young or quick. There, lying hidden beneath his partially melted desk was the crumpled form of Dr. Robotnik.

Agent Stone gulped back a yell and ducked down to the floor, pushing himself forward while dodging the sights of the turncoat robots overhead. It was strange- their flight patterns had fallen to abject chaos, almost like a child could have been controlling them like toys. The spherical killing machines zipped this way and that, sometimes colliding with each other head-on. How did this happen?

“Doctor?” Stone finally reached the shadow of the desk. Dr. Robotnik lay on his side with his eyes screwed shut. He was alive. The scientist gritted his teeth and hissed, cradling his left arm with his right as best as he could. It took some coaxing, but the man finally revealed the damages to his subordinate. A rough, unfocused line was scorched straight into him; it travelled from his collarbone to his shoulder and down a bit. The laser had cut through his black lab coat and shirt, searing his skin and what lay below the surface. “Sir…” Agent Stone frowned at the sight.

It was truly unusual for the agent to see his superior in this state- feeble, helpless, and in pain. Normally, Dr. Robotnik would be the one making those around him cower but now… he was reduced to this. Just a reminder that, unlike Robotnik’s machines, the man was flesh and bone. He was mortal.

“The… quill!”

“What?” The agent looked to his boss.

“Get the quill!”

“R-right,” the assistant nodded dutifully, glancing over to the wall that housed the thing he was talking about. Ever since the doctor had found it, he had installed one of his arch nemesis’s quills into his laboratory; the quill possessed immense electrical pulses that powered the entire place, even providing charge for the drones remotely. Looking back to the older man, something surged within Agent Stone that urged him onward across the floor out from under the desk.

The younger man’s heart pounded in his throat as he crawled, never daring to look up. In his hurry, he managed to scramble to the opposite wall and got to his knees, reaching up to pluck the single blue quill from its resting place. The moment the quill left its perch, a majority of the lights in the entire laboratory went dark. The squadron of killer drones finally fell to the floor with loud clanging to both men’s relief.

After a moment, the young agent sighed and stood up. He strode over to his boss’s desk and knelt down, holding out his hand. Hesitantly, Dr. Robotnik accepted the gesture and was helped to his feet with a grunt. They needed to assess the lab, but more importantly to Agent Stone, the doctor’s injuries. Without so much as a word, the young agent led his superior to his desk chair and sat him down, the scientist groaning all the while.

“What the hell was that?” Robotnik sputtered, eyeing the dead machines on the floor past his assistant’s form. The man moved to start fiddling with his remote glove, but his devoted agent stayed his arm and shook his head.

“Leave it,” muttered Stone. The young man carefully untangled his boss from his dark lab coat and set it aside, looking at the fraying burn of his superior’s shirt and the charred skin underneath.

“Stone…”

The youthful agent shushed the doctor, furrowing his brow. This burn would take a lot of work.

“Tails, what did you do?!” Sonic directed a horrified look to his best fox pal.

“I-I didn’t mean to!” The young orange fox cried, clutching a childish-looking remote control meant for an RC-car, not a fleet of government-level weapons. A small screen attached to the top of the remote allowed the pair to receive a live camera feed straight from the doctor’s drones. Now, the camera feed went black. “I j-just wanted to scare him a little! H-he deserves it after all he did!”

The blue hedgehog covered his face with gloved hands. Together, the hedgehog and fox sat in the kitchen of the home of the kind police officer who essentially adopted Sonic, Thomas Wachowski. Tails flicked his twin-tails anxiously, the implications of his actions dawning on him.

It had been an agonizing few days now. More often than not, Dr. Robotnik found himself sitting in the lab, tapping his foot anxiously ; since the embarrassing drone incident, his driven assistant treated and checked on him around the clock. Since his technological failure, the doctor found it more difficult to look to the younger man, let alone say much at all. Each time Agent Stone came around to redress the scientist’s burns, the young man spared his superior from conversation, only asking about possible lingering pain. All of this fuss over him was almost getting to the doctor, who wanted desperately to return to his normal, hectic work schedule.

Dr. Robotnik sat at his desk in the VR office, eyes on a computer monitor in front of him. Lines of complex code filled his vision- it was his drone leadership protocol that had dramatically failed him not too long ago. He tapped his foot agitatedly, furrowing his brows.

Without prior notice, the office door far behind him slid open with a quiet hiss for Agent Stone, who carried in a spool of gauze and a tube of ointment in his arms. Such audacity- he would never have entered Robotnik’s office without strict permission under normal circumstances. This thought flashed across the doctor’s mind as he turned from his code to allow his assistant to get to work.

Robotnik’s black lab coat hung limply off the back of his chair these past few days; he’d gotten used to not wearing it after the first few struggles as Stone tried to treat his wounds. If it made the process faster, he would do it- as long as his care didn’t eat too much of his work time. But now, as the patient agent knelt down before him, he knew that wasn’t the only reason he wanted it to go faster.

The doctor blushed slightly as Agent Stone unbuttoned his shirt and tugged it down, exposing his superior’s shoulder and collarbone area to the open air. Granted, a majority of his skin was covered over in white bandages, but still. Dr. Robotnik found himself redirecting his gaze anywhere but towards his obedient agent. What was wrong with him? This was a very necessary step on his road to recovery- it was all standard procedure.

Agent Stone clutched his first-aid supplies under one arm as he leaned in, carefully peeling the gauze from the doctor’s injury. In a moment, Robotnik’s skin was uncovered; the momentary freedom would allow his skin to air out a bit. Because of their close proximity, the doctor could feel the light sensation of Agent Stone’s breath on his skin.

“How does it feel?”

“W-what?” Dr. Robotnik’s face reddened even more than before, and he blinked.

“The burn,” his assistant clarified, glancing up at his boss with a genuine, inquisitive look.

Right. The burn. The doctor grumbled something about it stinging a bit, which was technically true.

Agent Stone nodded knowingly. “It must,” he commented. “It looks a bit irritated.” This remark made the scientist look down at himself; the scorched skin was tinged red. “I can treat it, but I think you should give it some air today,” the doctor’s assistant suggested. Dr. Robotnik sighed and rested his face in a palm.

“If you think it absolutely necessary,” huffed the scientist, relenting to the agent’s advice. Agent Stone blinked, taken aback. He expected more resistance from his superior than this. Gently, the young agent helped to apply the ointment onto his boss’s wounds, a small smile forming on his face. Of course his boss noticed it. Always with that damn smile- how could Agent Stone always seem so at ease, even around Robotnik?

But the expression was fleeting, and soon the younger man straightened up and stepped away from the doctor. His gaze fell downward momentarily before he finally spoke up.

“I’m… sorry, Sir,” the agent said in a dreary voice. “If… if I had been here at the time, perhaps it wouldn’t have turned out this way. Perhaps you wouldn’t have…”

Dr. Robotnik waved his assistant off before the younger man could finish his sentence. Stone watched the scientist with a sullen expression. He shook his head. “It couldn’t be helped. It’s no one’s fault.” The doctor’s assistant nodded wordlessly in response, feeling slight tension forming as they both fell silent. His boss wasn’t blaming him for what happened? Why not?

Instead of questioning his superior’s statement, Agent Stone promptly turned on his heels and headed for the office door; if there was anything left he could do at this point, it would be to leave the scientist to his work. A searching expression fluttered across Dr. Robotnik’s features. He opened his mouth to say something, anything. How ironic that out of all of the things he could’ve been incapable of, the genius was unable to even say what he wanted to when his assistant was around. The doctor swallowed hard.

“Agent.”

Stone turned towards his boss with a clueless face. “… Yes, Sir?”

“A-about the burn,” began the older man, glancing down at his injury as best as he could. “And the… care. Well…” He was rambling at this point. “Um… thank… you.” His face flushed; he felt like he could simply shrink into his chair until he vanished altogether.

Agent Stone graced his superior with his knowing smile from before. “You’re welcome, Sir.” And with that, the younger man left the room, leaving the eccentric doctor in the company of his code once more. Robotnik was hardly aware of his staring after the closed door at the other end of the room, practically forgetting all about the complicated programming he had to get done.

Agent Stone shut himself in his room, heart pounding fast. That smile that was once so certain grew ever-so-slightly and formed into a more crooked, nervous grin. Dr. Robotnik… thanked him for something. For the doctor to actually articulate his thanks for anything was rare, to say the least. Stone knew that the doctor had been grateful for his assistant many other instances, but this time was pleasantly different. Whatever the reason was, the agent celebrated immensely in his head, seeing this as another small victory- progress. The words echoed in his mind; maybe the doctor would open up to him more in the near future.

Sonic is property of Sega, the movie is property of Paramount, the story is mine (please don’t use my work without my permission- thanks!)

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elenatria · 5 years

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Thor Ragnarok is about Space Viking Orgies, in the very best way.

Ok then, quick headcanon.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17409986

Loki didn’tland on one of Sakaar’s dumps like Thor. In true jumping-through-DrStrange’s-wormholes fashion, he ended up on the floor of the Grandmaster’sbrightly coloured Living-dolls-room; a fitting name for the place where hecollected all his prized possessions, his beautiful people, his “livingpleasure dolls”.

He wasplaying “My sugar baby just cares for me” on the piano when a creature of sinfulbeauty and exquisite grace fell flat on his face out of nowhere, messy darklocks all over the place, big blue eyes staring up at him in utter shock. Shockbecause somehow he was still alive and hadn’t been spaghettified by thewormhole that brought him there, or was it because he was suddenly surroundedby a colourful and scantily dressed cortege of faceless socialites with poutylips and obscenely long and slimy tentacles? The Grandmaster didn’t know (andhe probably couldn’t give a toss right now given the fact that he had twocollared boys on their knees with one hand wandering under his robes and theother jerking each other) but he surely gasped in contentment at the look ofperfect fear and abandonment in his captive’s eyes.

“Captive”?

Without adoubt. There was no way this god-like vision would choose to stay in his courtof his own free will. The stranger would learn to love it there even if orgiesweren’t his thing but, in the meantime, this heaven-sent “guest” would probablyneed more than a little persuasion. The Grandmaster drew a gun from underneaththe keyboard and shot him, planting a small glowing disc on his neck. Loki, nowon his knees, flinched with a pained “ARGH!” and reached for the disc.

“Ah-ah-ah, Iwouldn’t touch that,” the Grandmaster warned raising his ringed hand, “itstill burns, you know.”

“It’s burningmy neck too,” Loki hissedunder his breath trembling slightly as he stood on his feet.

“Yeah, well,your neck will get used to that,” the Grandmaster waved indifferently, “but wewouldn’t want those beautiful digits getting burned, would we? Lovely, longfingers with such perfect nails, so full of potential, let me… let me take alook at them.”

He tookLoki’s hands in his inspecting them, brushing a varnished thumb over their paleknuckles and veins with sensual playfulness. “A pianist’s hands!” heexclaimed and turned to his guests who were ever ready to applaud their masterand host as they eagerly awaited the delicious surprises he had in store forthem.

Loki shiftedhis eyes from one corner of the room to the other spotting the luscious chaiselongues, the crux decussatas on the walls, the spanking benches, the slaves in funnelgags, the cages. He also noticed the cameras hanging from every corner; so manycameras, so many angles, and people moving lazily among them as if used tobeing monitored and filmed.

“Now now,there’s nothing to worry about,” the Grandmaster soothed him flashing hisperfect teeth as he pushed Loki’s chin with his finger to face himagain. “You see, a fine specimen like you has two choices when he ends upin my court. Prisoner?…”

He pointedtowards the far end of the room at a tank that was almost filled with water.The naked young man who was floating in it, chained, struggling to keep hishead above the surface, was coughing in agony while his jerking feet didn’t domuch to improve his situation. A group of aliens with huge fist-like knobsinstead of dicks were sitting around the tank, working their cocks or eachother’s and occasionally staining the unbreakable glass with their fluorescentcum as their animalistic grunts signaled their successive orgasms.

Before Loki hadtime to register the suffering in the young man’s pleading eyes the Grandmasterturned on his heels and with a dancing gesture he pointed at a half-nakedcouple on the nearest chaise longue. One could not tell if they were male orfemale but for all their heavy make-up they barely seemed of age.

“Or pet?”suggested the Grandmaster as he nodded towards the pair that kept fondling eachother as one of them shoved his tongue down his partner’s throat, earningdelighted moans and sneaking naughty glances at their petrified guest. “Yousee, it’s always the two P’s in here, Prisoner or Pet, Penis or Pussy, onecan’t decide, can he?” the golden clad host joked moving his tanned hands likea scale. “So what is it gonna be, sweet cheeks?”

Loki cockedan unimpressed brow and with his nail he checked the thickness of the disc andthe length of its claws buried in his skin as if fiddling idly with anearring.

“I would saypet,” he shrugged, causing the Grandmaster to break a tiny anticipatingsmile. “but I have a third P for you, my dear friend. How about… prince?”

“Prince?” theGrandmaster narrowed his eyes with joyful curiosity. “Now that’s a newone.”

“A prince,”Loki nodded as he seemed to grow more confident with each word, with each newtwinkle in his captor’s eyes. “A prince who would do anything to please his king as long as he’s treated as royalty.”

TheGrandmaster’s fascinated smile grew even wider. “OoohI love this game!” he cheered rubbing his hands. “And what should theking do to win his prince’s favour?”

“Well I don’tknow…” Loki replied leaning on the couch as he crossed his legs, pushing backhis jacket to reveal his crotch in a promising posture that made the leather creakbetween his thighs. “Buy me new clothes for a start because I can’tpossibly be seen in your court in these filthy Asgardian tatters, can I?” heurged his new friend looking up at a camera drone that was hovering over him,its lens attached to a phallic extension reaching for his face like a hornytelescope. “I’m guessing you have a multitude of fans waiting anxiouslyfor your next broadcast, haven’t you?”

“Oh newclothes for sure,” the Grandmaster murmured as he flicked the tip of his tongue. “Bluewill look so good on you, my sweet sweet boy, Sakaarian blue, my favourite. So so good…”

Loki took twosteps towards him, looking him up and down and resting his eyes on his groinfor a split second, blinking as if intrigued by what lied underneath thatexceedingly long red belt. “And another thing,” he cooed as hestraightened the Grandmaster’s collar and let his fingers slip down therim of his robe.

“Anything youwant,” the Grandmaster offered with half-closed eyes, delighted at his new prisonerwho was slowly but surely turning into an honoured guest.

“Maybe helpme get rid of… this?…”

Loki draggedhis hands over his ribs and pecs, his thumbs twitching slightly as they passedover where his nipples should be, finally reaching his neck. A light groan ofdiscomfort escaped his lips as he knitted his brows and wrapped his longfingers around the side of his neck massaging it with deliberately slow movesthat evoked even longer moans. That little display had the silver-haired man staringwith huge wet eyes and a hanging jaw as he seemed to have forgotten all his otherguests, even the collared boys at his feet who had stopped jacking off and werewaiting to see if the newcomer was about to be the giver or the taker in thisestablishment.

Until Loki’sfinger started tapping on the disc.

“Oh no no, sweetie, that can’t be done,” theGrandmaster answered widening his eyes in fake concern. “That’s for yourown safety. It’s dangerous out there, we wouldn’t want you to get lost oranything, people on this planet are cannibals! I know the disc can be sometimespainful but in time you’ll learn to love it, I promise you.”

“Oh I don’tmind the pain…” Loki said giving him the most seductive smile he could wearunder the circumstances as he slid his palm over the arm of the sofa, slowlyfanning out his fingers to squeeze deep and hard and making sure theGrandmaster noticed every single move. “I have an uncanny resistance to it,it seems. It’s just that-” he paused licking his lips as if trying to find theright words.

When heraised his eyes on the Grandmaster’s face again every trace of hopelessness wasgone. He bent over the older man’s shoulder, caressing his ear with his hotbreath.

“It’s justthat I’m not into electrostim, my friend. Not really my thing,” he shook hishead casually. “I can perform better when I’m not forced into things, you’lllike me better when I’m more… welcoming.”

His blue gaze,heavy with desire, now belonged to a man eager to beg, eager to please. Eagerto forget his previous life and whatever complications had brought him there.

“Is that so?”the Grandmaster asked with glazed eyes drinking in Loki’s scent as soft ravenhair washed over his cheek like a breeze.

“Try me,”Loki whispered his provocation pushing his knee between the Grandmaster’sthighs, rubbing the growing hardness over the fabric.

“I will,” thetyrant reassured him as he slipped the fob device out of his pocket and pressedthe button, deactivating the obedience disc on Loki’s neck. “In every possible way.”

#thor ragnarok #headcanon #grandmaster #loki #frostmaster #jeff goldblum #tom hiddleston #pet prince prisoner #ao3

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Fictober Day 24

Prompt List

Fandom: Swtor

Characters/ship: Eira Rees and Malavai Quinn

Prompt: “You know this, you know this to be true.”

A/N: This is set somewhere vaguely after the Emperor goes all “planet devourer” on everyone and with my one of far more light side leaning Sith Warriors. @cinlat Look! I actually did manage to post this today.

Quinn stood in the doorway to his wife’s training room and watched her work. He always enjoyed watching her in action, her toned lithe body moving in a graceful and deadly rhythm. As much as he enjoyed watching her in the field, there was something less stressful when she was in the controlled environment of their home.

Most likely that would be the lack of people trying to kill him. It was hard to properly admire Eira’s movements when he was under fire and watching her back.

Today the training droids were only firing on her, leaving him free to appreciate her form and monitor her progress. If he had this way she would not be exerting herself so much, not so soon after her recent injury. As was typical when she was hurt the stubborn woman had tried to get back into the field as soon as possible. Quinn had managed to talk her into taking some time off but getting her to take it easy was an entirely different matter.

Despite his concerns he had to admit that she was in good form. She successfully deflected blast after blast, sensing their trajectory through the blindfold that covered her eyes. He found himself counting the deflected bolts, making a mental tally of her success.

He had counted to 37 before one clipped her upper arm. The injury made her hesitate and a second one hit her thigh. Quinn hurried over to the droid control panel to shut them off but before he could hit the red emergency button a third shot hit her square in the back and making her fall to her knees. He slammed his palm down on the button and the droids hovering around her deactivated, hitting the floor with a series of bangs that echoed through the room.

Quinn spun around to find Eira slumped on the floor, pulling off her blindfold and shaking. She was breathing hard and he could see a sheen of sweat on her skin that made him want to curse. He crossed the room quickly and knelt next to her. Stayed down on the ground while he stared examining her wounds.

Eira hissed as he touched the edge of the burn on her arm and he paused. “Are you alright my love? Should we go to the infirmary?”

“I’m not healing fast enough Mal,” she said, using the shortened version of his name that he only allowed her to use.

Moving to check the wound on her thigh, Quinn paused to look up and meet her pained gaze. “These things take time. You are progressing faster than I had anticipated.”

“It’s not enough.”

Quinn frowned at her tone. It wasn’t like her to sound so defeated. “Why are you so anxious about this?”

Eira did not answer him right away, though he could see her mulling over her answer. Carefully he helped her sit up so he could check her back. She spoke when he moved her hair, which had come loose from her workout, to drape over her shoulder.

“I have to be strong,” she said, biting out the words like it hurt to admit.

“You are strong Eira.”

She shook her head, “it’s not enough. I’ve barely gained any new strength since Voss and I wasn’t strong enough then. I need to be stronger. Strong enough to keep you by my side.”

Quinn froze behind her. Of course, he should have guessed this was the root of her concerns. It was rare that Eira directly referenced his misguided and botched betrayal, but she often said things that let him know the pain of that wound was still with her.

Moving out from behind her back, Quinn brushed her long auburn hair away from her eyes. “You were strong enough then. Stronger than I could have imagined, something I shall be eternally grateful for.”

“Do you mean that?” she asked quietly. “I know how you hate to fail.”

Quinn took one of her hands in his and pressed a kiss to her palm, “that I do Eira, to both counts. I have never been more relieved to have underestimated you.”

She sighed, “but you were right, I am not as strong as I need to be.”

“How strong do you need to be my love?”

“Enough that you never doubt me again.”

Quinn took a sharp breath at her words. He could not blame, or even be upset, at her insinuation. He would forever regret his actions against her and was quite prepared to spend the rest of his life making up for it. Cupping her face in his hands, he pushed away the pain in his chest her words had stirred up. “I never will. I am with you until the end my love, whatever that may be. You know this,” his voice caught in his throat and he frowned slightly, “you know this to be true, yes?”

“I want to, I really do, but you must admit people do tend to betray me with alarming frequency,” she said with a grim smile.

As much as he might like to, Quinn couldn’t refute that. Himself, Baras, even the Emperor had turned on his Wrath. Eira’s list of trusted allies grew shorter every day. But no one was more loyal to her than he was. He’d made that mistake once before and thanked the stars he had failed every day.

Stroking her cheek with his thumb, Quinn shifted forward to look directly into her eyes. “My loyalty is to you, and you alone,” he said firmly before pulling her into a kiss. She leaned into him, returning his kiss enthusiastically as he moved his arms around her to pull her closer to his chest. When his arm touched the burn on her back she pulled away, gasping in pain.

Quinn smoothed her hair down as she caught her breath, “we need to get you taken care of and then you, my love, are going to rest properly.”

Eira nodded, “alright, but only if you come with me.”

Quinn stood and held his hands out to help her to her feet. Once she was standing he wrapped his arm carefully around her shoulder and guided her out of the room. “My place is, as always, by your side.”

#Swtor #Fictober18 #Malavai Quinn #Sith Warrior #OC: Eira Rees #My Writing

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v3.1.9 17/11/2014

FIX: - display media in index pages - comments.php removed the double form title - css inside the comment form

v3.1.8 22/10/2014

FIX: - removed all notice messages from the PHP console - minor CSS fixes - better display of the content when the theme is newly installed

08/09/2014

SECURITY UPDATE: - Revolution Slider

v3.1.7 08/05/2014

FIX: - pages head title - portfolio visibility options - added browser selector

v3.1.6 20/04/2014

FIX: - Fix visibility private portfolio index when logged in - Fix single portfolio item hover options

v3.1.5 18/03/2014

FIX: - background image from backend

v3.1.4 26/02/2014

FIX: - classic/block post index page

v3.1.3 24/02/2014

UPDATE: - Flexslider - Google Analytics FIX: - Inserting image mediabox - Width size in blog index - Portfolio page all disabled switches

v3.1.2 03/02/2014

FIX: - minor typos

v3.1.1 02/02/2014

UPDATE: - FrescoJs FIX: - skin FrescoJS - gallery collection - thumbnails on the lightbox - css in quote format posts - empty space in isotope blocks - Firefox and Android issue on isotope - Classic blog index

v3.1 16/01/2014

NEW FEATURE: - Isotope blocks in pages - Custom footer HTML inside the options panel - Advanced inclusion/exclusion in frontpage automatic layout creation - Show date and author inside a single blog post - Possibility to have HTML in index pages like the portfolio/gallery/blog - Randomisation option for elements in portfolio and gallery - Possibility to make isotope elements not clickable - Possibility to deactivate hover effects on isotope elements - Possibility to have 3 levels menu UPDATE: - Revolution Slider - FrescoJs - Flexslider FIX: - Firefox bug on elements filtering - Menu drop down under Revolution Slider - Possibility to have white space in tabs title - Classic blog layout affection Portfolio categories - Load more with the default permalink - Vertical menu issue on smaller screen - Remove extra space in front page when the thumb in not present - Alignment social icon on mobile layout - Pinterest not getting the image - Background positioning on vertical menu - Video icon on IE8 - Homepage video not scaling correctly - Slider not appearing sometimes in IE - set_time_limit error message issue - Image rescale issue (NaN) - Layout consistency for blog index and posts category - Video stops when lightbox closes - Revolution Slider compatibility issue with WPML on front page

v3.0.3 11/08/2013

- Added when importing images to the slides it bring the caption with it - Changed order of galleries in gallery collection (now ordered by gallery page order number) - Fixed double search field in the search element

v3.0.2.1 05/08/2013

- Updated Slider Revolution - Fixed image uploader - Fixed background image uploader

v3.0.2 06/08/2013

- Added possibility to have HTML area on top of index pages - Fixed fixed media uploader - Fixed logo image in vertical menu layout

v3.0.1 05/08/2013

- Fixed layout issue when more then one 'Frontpage' template page - Fixed multiple 'Frontpage' creator from the option page - Fixed menu position with Slider Revolution

v3.0 03/08/2013

- Added plugin Slider Revolution, value $15 - Added possibility to have many page type 'Front Page' - Added caption on roll over for the isotope elements in the gallery - Added possibility to have a blog post page without sidebar - Fixed compatibility with WP 3.6 - Fixed issue with the Welcome message when scrolling

v2.3.7 31/07/2013

- Fixed thumbnails for IE10

v2.3.6 22/07/2013

- Added social icons open to _blank - Fixed CSS for background - Fixed cation images - Fixed HTML of Blog Center template

v2.3.5 18/07/2013

- Added compatibility with Jetpack Photon - Changed the way the slider shows after the images are loaded

v2.3.4.1 10/07/2013

- Fixed saving bug in portfolio pages

v2.3.4 08/07/2013

- Added full compatibility with SEO Yoast - Fixed Feature image in blog index and archive - Fixed header in case no logo is present

v2.3.3 04/07/2013

- Fixed disappeared loader from previous version - Fixed checkbox bulk actions portfolio posts in backend - Fixed Safari bug in isotope

v2.3.2 30/06/2013

- Improved performance in blog index - Fixed Front Page featured media - Fixed bug for old version of Android - Fixed html in Blog Center template

v2.3.1 21/06/2013

- Fixed Consistency with oEmbed and Shortocode elements - Fixed Blog Center Featured HTML structure - Fixed RIght image size in certain layouts

v2.3 18/06/2013

- Improved Loading performance - Updated Isotope plugin - Fixed Background image in devices - Fixed Pagination when over 10 pages - Fixed Multiple accordion same page - Fixed Category pages layout

v2.2.3 02/05/2013

- Added: Iconic Font download and install button - Added: css category class of portfolio block in frontpage

v2.2.2 29/04/2013

- Added: possibility to have video in homepage slideshow - Fixed: classic blog layout in every type of page

v2.2.1 28/03/2013

- Added: Contact map on homepage block - Update: Modernizr to v.2.6.2 - Update: Fresco lightbox plugin to v.1.1.5 - Fixed: Flickering when scrolling page with fixed element in certain circumstances - Fixed: Mobile flickering with thumbnails - Fixed: Dark style navigation colors

v2.2 08/03/2013

- Added: Welcome message in vertical menu - Added: Possibility to nested shortcode inside accordion and tabs - Added: Mouseover thumb fallback for mobile - Fixed: Social icons position in inline menu in some layouts

v2.1.2 06/03/2013

- Added: Css Class in frontage masonry for all the post types - Fixed: Blog page image box - Fixed: Gallery collection HTML structure when there is only one item per gallery

v2.1.1 05/03/2013

- Fixed: Menu CSS issues - Fixed: Homepage Message problem when scrolling - Fixed: Loader for vertical menu

v2.1 04/03/2013

- Added: Vertical menu and one line menu layout - Fix: Footer problem in archive pages

v2.0.5 26/02/2013

- Fix: Removed over effect for shortcode - Fix: HTML structure in search module

v2.0.4 21/02/2013

- Fix: Possibility to add images as external source - Fix: Problem in IE8 with images added inside blog content - Fix: Minor CSS problems

v2.0.3 15/02/2013

- Fix: portfolio items permalink

v2.0.2 13/02/2013

- Fixed pagination permalink portfolio items - Fixed slideshow in blog pages - Fixed body classes generation - Small CSS fixes

v2.0.1 12/02/2013

- Fixed pagination permalink portfolio items

v2.0 12/02/2013

- Added classic blog index with sidebar template - Added slideshow in single posts - Added Bulk Uploader - Added possibility to have Vimeo and Youtube without poster image - Added possibility to have also external link on thumbs - Added custom JavaScript panel - Improved media now support (oEmbed, Flickr iFrames, Swf, Urls, Photobucket, SlideShare, etc) - Auto update function - Fixed fullscreen background on iPad - Fixed Pinterest share - Other minor fix and improvements

v1.4.1 30/01/2013

- Bugfix Gallery Collections layout

v1.4 28/01/2013

- Added a custom template page for collect galleries - Submenu margin fix

v1.3.1.1 26/01/2013

- Fixed some bug with the slideshow

v1.3.1 26/01/2013

- Improved the slideshow gallery - Added the possibility to have video without poster in this portfolio layout: Centered, Fixed Sidebar and Fluid Sidebar - Fixed so instagram blog post works on homepage - Fixed Twitter style after change of Twitter API - Added author name in blog index with option in backend - Fixed the slideshow for IE

v1.3 22/01/2013

- Improvment of fullscreen slideshow - Blog post filtering - Instragram support image blog post - Added author name in blog index with option in backend - Minor css and bug fixes

v1.2 18/01/2013

- Added homepage fullscreen slideshow - Added fullscreen gallery slideshow - Added password protection to any type of posts - Added possibility to have the lightbox thumbnails strip - Fixed favicon from backend - Fixed bug when scrolling short pages - Minor css and bug fixes

v1.1 14/01/2013

- Added Infinite Scroll with switch from options - Added Dark stylesheet with switch from options - Added more social links - Minor bug fixes

v1.0.2 12/01/2013

- Implemented Child Theme compliance - Added dummy content - Minor bug fixes

v1.0.1 10/01/2013

- Minor bug fixes - Added more social links - Added the possibility to backup the backend options

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