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pinkanonwrites · 1 year

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Ride The Rhythm

The Chai fic y’all have been waiting for is finally here! Thanks for your patience, I hope this smut fic lives up to all the hype you guys have been stirring up for it!

Chai/Reader NSFW Fic, 2,900+ words, AFAB! Reader but no pronouns used, first time, enthusiastic consent, vaginal sex, Chai is so much fun to write dialogue for you guys you have no idea

NSFW BELOW THE CUT!

Chai had never really considered himself to be the type of guy who was "eager to please." He'd always run on his own schedule, marched to the beat of his own drum, even as a kid. That didn't change when he became an adult either. When college got too boring? He dropped out. When he saw the banner ad for Project Armstrong? He signed up. And when said project inevitably fell to pieces in front of him and Vandelay Technologies was looking for a new ambassador? Well, who was he to refuse?

Yeah, Chai had never been the type to be eager to please others. At least, not until he met you.

And damn, with you he must have been doing something right, because you were currently perched in his lap, rolling your hips against his as your hands grabbed at his shirt, his hair, his belt loops, anywhere you could get a hold of him and keep him there. He'd thought the date had gone particularly well, but even he wasn't optimistic enough to imagine himself sprawled across your bed with his hands gripping your ass as you moaned eagerly into his open mouth by the end of it.

"Chai." You murmured, breath hot and wet against his lips, only to giggle when the sound of your own voice made his regulator tempo start thumping even faster, the bluish light pulsating rhythmically beneath his shirt. "Cute."

"Hey, most-mmh~, most guys would take offense to being called cute, y'know?" He smiled against your lips, fifty-percent false confidence and fifty-percent real. It's not like he wasn't excited or anything! In fact, excited was probably the grossest possible understatement he could be making in this exact moment. But he was also just a touch terrified. Not scared like 'horror movie jumpscare' scared, more scared like 'twenty-five year old virgin' scared. And even though Chai knew you, and he trusted you, there was still that panicked little voice in the back of his head, the one he'd tried time and time again to shut up with blasting rock tunes and false bravado but always seemed to work its way back to the surface as soon as he let his guard down.

Don't laugh at me when I'm being serious! Don't make fun of me over this! Don't abandon me as soon as I mess things up! It chattered, incessant and grating in the back of his mind no matter how much he tried to just let himself be, just take in the moment. He knew you wouldn't ever hurt him, not on purpose.

But you could. If you ever wanted to, you could.

"You're not really 'most guys' though, are you Chai?" You cooed, knocking your forehead gently against his. "You're special."

"Aw, you flatter me.~" The tone in his voice oozed confidence, but his expression said anything but. His face was bright red, burning even at the tips of his ears. Though he failed to keep eye contact with you there was a soft, sappy expression in them, something bordering on vulnerability. "You liiiiike me.~" He teased instead, unable to voice the emotions that were just so obvious in his eyes.

"I do." You replied, a smile creeping across your face when you felt his breath hitch and that familiar tempo kick into near double-time.

"Yeah?" There was a breathlessness to Chai's voice, like he didn't quite believe what you were telling him. If you could you'd bash the heads in of anyone who ever made him feel that way.

"Yeah." But today wasn't a day for acts of righteous violence, and it was hardly the time. So instead you clasped a hand over one of Chai's, the one that wasn't metal, and let it trail up your body, disappearing beneath the fabric of your shirt and further until he was softly cupping your breast in his hand. His breath hitched, red face somehow burning even hotter as he gave you a tentative squeeze. "I like you so much."

"Can-can-can uh, can you-can I- can we, maybe, umm, if you wanna-"

"Can I take my shirt off?"

"Yes please."

You chuckled, the sound better to Chai than any guitar solo he'd ever heard. You peeled the top off slowly, like you were giving him a show, hair fluffing out around your head like a halo as you pulled it over your head and dropped it off the side of your bed frame onto the floor.

"Whoa…" He breathed out a shuddering sigh, metal hand dancing up your side to join the first and leaving a ticklish trail of goosebumps in its wake wherever it brushed across your bare skin. "So soft…"

"Your turn?" You tugged gently on the front of his shirt with a soft smile, a small, inquisitive hum.

"Y-Yeah, of course! Hang on, lemme just-" His scarf and jacket were gone in a flurry, wrestling his shirt off around the bulky joints of his prosthetic. When it was finally free (though it took some tugging and irritated grumbling to get there) the light of his regulator bathed your entwined bodies in a pale blue glow. You trailed your fingers around the metal edge of the implant, adoration dripping from your expression and making Chai feel so… so much. All the words in the world didn't feel like enough to describe it properly. Like his head was full of cotton and his heart was full of honeyed words and major chords, like for once he didn't have to worry that the first words that came to mind would just spill out of him whenever he tried to speak because you wouldn't mind, not one bit. You'd listen. You'd love him anyway.

"Still doing alright?" Chai hadn't realized he'd fallen silent until you called out to him, his gaze snapping up to meet your own. You'd draped one arm over one of his shoulders, twirling the soft hair at the base of his neck between your fingers as your other hand caressed his chest. "You can tell me if you want to stop, I'm not gonna be mad or anything."

"No! No, I'm good. I'm great, actually. Holy shit am I good." You leaned in to press another chaste kiss to his lips, regulator thumping and light pulsing when you made contact. He may have had the world's doofiest grin on his face when you pulled away, but at this point Chai didn't even care. "...You're good too, right? Wanna keep going?"

"Please."

Shifting your weight a little bit awkwardly from one knee to the other, you shimmied out of your bottoms and underwear, kicking them off the side of your bed onto the floor. Then you busied yourself with his belt buckle, metal clinking and sliding under careful fingers as his hands joined yours in wrestling off his skinny jeans. He kicked and shuffled beneath you, trying to wriggle out of the tight denim but frowning as it bunched and caught around his shins where he'd rolled them up.

"Ah, shit. Hang on, I got it, just gotta… Aw, man!"

You couldn't help but laugh, the sound making Chai's face flush even deeper red.

"Don't laugh! I'm struggling here!" He whined.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! It's just… you don't really need to take them all the way off, y'know?" Fingertips trailing over the front of his tented boxers, you fought down a sly smile when Chai shuddered beneath you.

"Works for me!" He wheezed, head lolling back as you cupped his length through the flimsy cloth. "Hell, those can go too, if you want."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah.~" His response trailed off into a low groan as you stroked him through his boxers, hand working slow and steady. "O-Or you can keep doing this! Fuck, this is pretty good too…"

"I think I'd rather get rid of them, if it makes no difference to you.~" You looped your fingers under the elastic and tugged his boxers down. A sudden wave of shame flooded Chai as his cock sprung up, slapping wetly against his stomach, and he fought the urge to cover his face. He didn't even have his scarf on anymore, anyway, so it wasn't like he had something to hide behind. But you didn't tease him for his eagerness or his fluster, you simply took him in hand, smearing your thumb along the underside of the sticky head with a soft, shuddering sigh, as if you were finding pleasure merely in touching him.

"Still good?" You murmured, gaze never leaving his cock as you gave it a few careful strokes.

"Great. You too? I mean, uh, can I? I want to touch you too, if you want…"

"Of course. Just, uh, maybe not with the robot arm? The joints look a little bit… pinchy."

Chai barked out a laugh, cheeks pulling into a familiar grin. "I think I can manage that."

His fingertips, warm, slightly calloused, trailed up the soft expanse of your thigh, sweeping through the wiry hair on your mound and dipping between your wet folds. His middle finger trailed the edge of your hole before pressing in, slipping with minimal resistance into slick warmth.

"Whoa…" He breathed, giving his finger an exploratory curl that pulled a warm huff of approval to your lips. "That feels insane. It's so warm."

"Imagine how good it'll feel around your dick."

"Ghh, don't say stuff like that unless you want me to lose it before I'm even in there!"

You laughed, swatting at Chai's hand to free up space between your legs. "Should we move on to the main event then?"

Chai's eyes all but bugged out of his head as you rose up on your knees, aligning his flushed tip with your entrance. "Oh, oh hell yeah. It's not gonna hurt though? I didn't… I didn't really do much, if we're being totally real."

"It's okay, I'll go nice and slow. Just give me time to adjust."

"I will. Holy shit."

You let your body sink down so slowly, so carefully, heat giving way achingly slowly to his intruding cock. Chai's eyes were locked on the spot where your bodies met, teeth digging hard into his lower lip as you took him in. It did hurt, just a little, pleasure sparking just a touch towards pain as your body ached to adjust. Finally, with a shaky groan from the both of you, you rested yourself up on his hips, fully seated on his lap.

"That's it…" He murmured, both hands massaging up your thighs to rest at the curve of your hips. "God, you're incredible. Still hanging in there?"

"Mhm. Just need a minute, then I'll be good." You rested your hands on Chai's chest, tracing the edge of the implant and absentmindedly tapping along to the beat.

It had slipped your mind for a moment while you were getting comfortable, that familiar, unending tempo. But now that you had nothing else to focus on you couldn't help but tune back in. Pulsing beneath your hand you felt like the rhythm had become a part of you as well, like if you really focused you could feel it thrumming through your hand, up your arm, into your chest, down, further down into…

"Oh god." You whined, burying your face into your cupped hands and praying you didn't look as completely flustered as you felt with your face burning into your palms. "...I can feel it."

"I, uh, I hope so? Cause otherwise I'd be, uh, pretty embarrassed here. Don't gotta kick a man when he's already down. Or pinned, in this case."

"No-Chai." One hand still partially covering your face, you let the other rest again on the reinforced glass dome in his chest, fingertips trailing along the edge in a way that made him shiver. "This. I can… I can feel the beat."

A second passed, then another, with Chai blinking up at your bare form in visible confusion. Then, like a lightbulb going off, realization seemed to dawn on his face at the exact moment the implant flared with a pulse of blue-white light.

"IN YOUR PUSSY?!"

"CHAI!!" You couldn't help but laugh despite your embarrassment, mostly covering your eyes with your fingers cracked to peek through the gaps. "You're such a dork." His eyebrows flew up his face as the pink on his cheeks gave way to a brilliant burning red. His gaze flitted from your face, down to where he was buried in you, then your face again, looking somewhere in between a mix of strained and awestruck.

"I can… I can feel when you laugh. It gets all like, mmfh… Holy shit." He squeezed your thigh with his non-enhanced hand to emphasize the noise, and the grip combined with the rhythmic pulse of the music hitting you down somewhere deep pulled a small, pleased groan from your lips before you could fully stifle it. Chai looked shocked for a moment that he was even able to draw such a noise from you, but his expression quickly grew into an incredibly eager smile, less like a guy getting laid for the first time and more like a kid getting exactly what they wanted from Santa for Christmas. His other hand came back down to grip your thigh as well, cool metal making goosebumps break out across your skin. He braced his feet on the mattress and rolled his hips up against yours carefully, almost experimentally once, twice, testing the sensation.

The reaction of the both of you was pretty similar. Chai let out a punched-out wheeze, head lolling back against the pillows as if he could no longer keep it up himself. As for you, his tip kissed a sweet spot inside you right alongside with the pulse of the music, nearly making your back go concave as you instinctively rutted into the pleasure.

"If I died right now, it'd be totally worth it." He groaned, hands sliding up your thighs to grip the fat of your hips, fingers digging in just enough to really feel as he rolled his hips again, and again, trying to match the rhythm in his chest as he bounced you in his lap. You knew Chai was pretty strong, especially after the Armstrong Project, but you couldn't really say you expected him to drag you down onto his cock again and again like you weighed nothing. And in true Chai form, he did it while blathering all the while, drunken-pleasure loosening up his tongue even more than it usually was. "Feels so good. Can we quit work? They don't need us, let's quit and do this fffuhh-forever. Never wanna stop, oh god, never wanna stop fuckin' you."

"Fuck, Chai." You whimpered, knees sliding impossibly further apart as you ground yourself down on his cock, the beat pulsing deep enough to make your toes curl with each thrust. "Don't stop talking, please?"

"Yeah? Can't say I hear that too often. You like when I run my mouth? Can't help telling you how good your pussy feels? Cause you feel fuckin' incredible. Never felt anything like it. You're so wet, fuck. This is the best day of my life."

"Better, hah, better than the robot arm?"

"Are you kidding me? This wins by a crazy huge margin. Holy shit!" He lets out an eager chuckle, hand trailing to the apex of your thigh and thumb trailing into the thatch of hair between your legs. "Wait, hang on, I got this. It's like, right here I think. C'mon, Chai…"

You squealed when his thumb rolled over your clit, just a touch on the rough side. "Chai!"

"Sorry! Sorry! ...Not bad, though?" He cocked an eyebrow at you with a playful smirk as he massaged the swollen bud (more gently this time) under the pad of his thumb. You sighed, melting into his touch as you draped yourself over his chest, nose bumping against his.

"It's good. Really good. Kiss?"

"Anything for my baby.~"

You draped your arms around his neck, sinking into a sloppy kiss as he continued to bounce you on his lap. Each messy brush of lips and tongue was interspersed with soft groans and sighs, his cock grinding hard against spots that made you see stars. When you clenched around him he pulled away with a wet gasp, eyes screwed shut.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck. I'm gonna cum. Don't wanna cum yet, but I can't- ffffuck."

"C'mon, Chai, I wanna feel it." You moaned, fingers lacing into his shaggy hair. "Please cum for me?"

"But y-ohh, you didn't-!"

"I know you'll make it up to me. Just let go, baby. Let me have it."

"Oh God." Chai groaned, hips stuttering as you felt him spill into you. His prosthetic arm creaked and his regulator thumped faster, faster, faster, blue light pulsating between your chests as he unloaded into your cunt. "Ffffuh, so fucking good. So tight, I can't…"

Finally the tension seemed to melt out of his body with a satisfied sigh, Chai melting into the mattress beneath you. You nuzzled yourself into the crook of his neck, cool glass pressing against your chest as you made yourself comfortable.

"...Holy shit." He finally breathed.

"That good, huh?"

"I'm a different person now."

You laughed, Chai's chest rumbling beneath you as he began to chuckle as well. "Hopefully not too different. I happen to like my rockstar the way he is, thank you very much."

"Ahh, you're just trying to butter me up for round two, aren't you?"

"Is it working?"

"...Perhaps.~" You both dissolved into laughter again. "Seriously though, you'd better be ready. As soon as I can think straight it's gonna be your turn."

"Oh really?"

"Show me what you like and I'll make sure you cum as many times as you want. I live to please.~"

For you at least? He certainly did.

#hi fi rush #chai hi fi rush #chai #chai x reader #hi fi rush imagines #chai imagines #hi fi rush smut #my writing #long post

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hifirushimagines · 5 months

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The Band reacting to Brainwashed!S/o

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TW; brainwashing, fighting against S/o, angst

Notes; I might do the same for the Vandelay Bosses, too

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Chai

Chai already experienced being brainwashed before but having someone he knows and love stare are him with lifeless eyes, he can't help but actually try to talk them instead even dodging any attacks they throw at him

He ignores everyone that tries to tell that they're gone and that he needs to get of there now, Chai is not leaving without S/o even if it means losing another arm

Even if he successfully brings back S/o to the base the band will have to put under lock and key, he'll visit them after every mission and talk to them normal much to the dismay of the others

Peppermint

Peppermint hated herself when she found S/o standing next to Kale their eyes clearly shown to be lifeless, her brother successfully created SPECTRA using them as a guinea pig

Tries everything she could to snap them out of his control while dodging every attack that's thrown at her and all the while screaming at her brother

But after that she'll run away with tears in her eyes as she yells at herself in her head about how stupid could she be, she should've went with them, blaming herself the entire way back to her base

Macaron

Chai finally made it to Roquefort's front door until he was kicked away by a person dressed in a simple dress shirt and pants as they straightened out their tie, the color drains from Macaron's face as he sees S/o

When he's brought into the fight he'll yell for them to snap out of it Macaron won't hit him, he'll try to hold them back as Chai watches on until the big guy goes back

By the end when S/o is tried out Chai will knock them out as the band arrives Korsica will tie their arms together and to the chair until they come, Macaron will talk to them and promises to come back

Korsica

When Kale fires her and is brought back to the Band's base the first thing she does is call her S/o but when she gets no call, she hightails out of there despite the Band calling her back

Bargaining into her shared apartment where everything is torn apart from the pictures shattered, couch thrown over and the walls been damaged, when she makes it to the room everything is torn

When they finally get to Kale they see someone standing next to them, S/o. Korsica calls out to them as Kale commends them to fight while Korsica has to watch from behind the shield, yelling out to the guitarist to not hurt

#hi fi rush #hi fi rush imagines #hi fi rush x reader #hi fi rush chai #hi fi rush peppermint #hi fi rush macaron #hi fi rush korsica #chai x reader #peppermint x reader #macaron x reader #korsica x reader #angst #hfr chai #hfr peppermint #hfr macaron #hfr korsica

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flamewisher · 1 year

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Hi-Fi Rush down No Straight Roads: Fanfic Drabble: Guitar Lessons

So I really like the idea of the crossover of NSR and HFR (As seen from my last post). I wanted to post a quick little fanfic idea for it! So here it is!

Summary: Chai (Post Game) looks up guitar lessons online, so he could be able to practice more professionally. Every lesson he goes to though, each instructor cannot stand listening to his awful tuning and talkative attitude. Feeling hopeless, Chai feels like he’s never going to learn to play. That is, until Peppermint tells him that someone she knows might be able to keep up with his chaos.

“That’s it, that was the 5th one.”

Chai throws himself onto the couch next to 808, who immediately jumps on his chest and lays down purring. Peppermint, whose in the middle of modifying her leg, looks up at him from her desk.

“Another one bailed on you?”

“Geeh, what gave it away this time?”

“You proclaiming ‘that was the 5th one’ to the world and looking like you got hit by a wave of criticism and ridicule. I dunno, I’m just guessing.”

Chai sat up and pouted at her.

“You don’t understand Pep, I’ve now been through five different instructors at this point and all of them say the same thing, it’s-”

“It’s not you, but I feel like we’re on different musical levels here, and I feel like it’d be best for you to find a new instructor.”

She made direct eye contact with him and sighed

“Am I right, or am I right?”

He groaned in frustration and slummed back down into the couch. 808 had to readjust herself once again to be able to lay down properly.

“It’s the same thing over and over, it’s either I’m tone deaf, my tuning isn’t right, I played the wrong note seven times in a row, I’m not shutting up, or I’m not feeling the music correctly. Which, how is that even possible when I literally have a music player in my freaking chest!?”

He groaned again, but then sighed sadly

“Maybe I should give up trying to learn how to play professionally, if this is all I’m gonna hear...”

Peppermint shot him a confused glace

“You? Chai? Giving up?”

“At this point, yeah. What else am I going to do?”

Peppermint got up and made her way over to Chai and grabbed him by the scarf.

“Hey, what are you- WAHH-”

She pulled him up from the couch, causing 808 to fly off him and jump back down on the floor.

“You literally took down a corporate overlord and his goonies from using a mind control program on the public just a few months ago. And now I’m hearing you give up because some music instructors said some mean things to you?”

He looked at her nervously

“I-I umm, not...exactly...M-Maybe I shouldn’t have worded it like that. I’m just being dramatic.”

He awkwardly chuckled, trying to brush off her comment. She looked at him for a second but then quickly let go of his scarf and made her way back to her desk and turned on her computer and quickly starts typing away.

“Umm...what are you doing?”

“I’m gonna help you with this myself. The Chai I know never gives up on something as miniscule as this. Plus, you moping around the hideout for the past 2 weeks is starting to get on my nerves.”

“Y-Yeah? What are you doing exactly? And....why are you pulling up your messages?”

She continued typing

“I’ll tell you in a second. I gotta see if she responds first.”

“Who are you messaging-”

“I said I’ll tell you in a second, hold on.”

Chai sighs and crosses his arms impatiently.

A few minutes later, Peppermint is getting a video call on her computer and she quickly turns on her webcam as she accepts the call. The caller from the other side hasn’t turned on their camera yet, but quickly says

“Oh! Give me a minute to turn on my camera Pep Pep!”

Chai, looking over from the side was very confused

“Pep Pep?”

He then snorts a little and whispers to Peppermint

“You let them call you Pep Pep?”

“I’m about two seconds away from ripping off your arm, then I’ll give you something to cry about.”

“O-Okay...”

The person then turns on their camera, and Chai is met face to face with a girl with blonde hair, tied up in three separate ponytails, two braids on the sides of her head, vibrant purple and violet eyes, and orangish skin.

“Pep Pep!! It’s been so long since we’ve last talked! How’s everything been? How’s your mom doing? How’s the company doing?”

Peppermint laughed a little

“Everything’s fine Mayday. Mom’s doing good too. I’m sorry it took so long to reach back out to you, been working on a bunch of different projects.”

Mayday laughed

“You were always one to throw yourself into your projects, Pep Pep.”

“Same can be said about your music, May. Speaking of which, how’s that going for you?”

“Still decent, me and Zuke just did a gig a few nights back and it went pretty well!”

Mayday then directed her attention to Chai

“By the way, whose that? He’s just kinda standing there.”

Peppermint sighed

“Oh, sorry. This is my friend, Chai. He’s a idiot who can’t introduce himself properly.”

Chai whipped his head towards her

“Rude much!!”

Mayday giggled

“He seems fun! A little awkward, but fun!”

Peppermint sighed

“Yeah, he’s actually the reason why I wanted to call you in the first place.”

“Yeah? Why?”

Mayday then quickly gasped

“Is he your boyfriend, Pep Pep!?!”

Peppermint and Chai gagged and yelled

“NO! HE’S NOT!!”

“SHE’S NOT MY GIRLFRIEND!!”

Mayday laughed

“I’m kidding! He’s not your type anyways, so if you said he was I would’ve been surprised!”

Peppermint laughed awkwardly

“Yeah, if I ever dated someone like him, I must’ve been desperate.”

“HEY!! I’VE BEEN THROUGH ENOUGH TODAY!!”

Mayday then leaned back in her chair

“So, what’s this all gotta do with him?”

Peppermint sighed and looked back up at her

“I need you to teach him to play guitar May.”

Mayday and Chai both looked up at her

“What.”

There u go, idk if I’ll do this again but this is what I got. Hope you all enjoyed!

#fanfic #fanfiction #hi fi rush #chai #chai hi fi rush #peppermint #peppermint hi fi rush #no straight roads #nsr #mayday #nsr mayday #hi fi rush imagines #no straight roads imagines #crossover #fanfic crossover #drabble

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lizardsarecute · 2 months

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Half Rest Ch 6 cover

Not much to say here other than, yep, it's coming along. Please look forward to it!

#hi fi rush #hfr half rest #myart #korsica #fan comic #ty for your patience #ngl just imagining these robot employees holding red cups for the meme

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beatupcorpse · 8 months

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asked for waht character I should whump, I was given CNMN and I tried my maybe best

also I made liquid come outta him bcuz i need something. yes I could've done oil, but color-coded stuff is more fuuun

#rotten art #no idc that not drawing Kale might make this look dumb #i wil lforever refuse #hi fi rush chai #hi fi rush CNMN #comics #why is kitty not w Chai? uhhh i imagined she was also out for repairs. nothin too bad but she needed it #idk imagine a more brutal version of HFR

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hificrush · 1 year

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Probably out of character (surprise I have never played the game I’m so sorry for being a fake fan) || I don’t have any good puns so take this

#nyuart #shitpost #doodle #hi fi rush #hi fi rush chai #chai #shakes him #pretend he’s flirting with u #or ur oc #bc that’s what I’m imagining rn

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hifirushimagines · 2 months

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Howdy! I'm new to the blog, and I'm liking what I'm seeing so far!

Can I get some headcanons for Korsica with an S/O who's got a Project Armstrong prosthetic leg, please and thank you?

(Not sure what the prosthetic's purpose would be-- since, for reference, Chai's arm was meant to pick up trash and stuff--, but I do at least know it has a wheel on it that lets said S/O drive around like it's a big singular rollerblade, if that helps.)

Korsica with Leg Amputee S/o

TW; A/N

Notes; Take inspiration from one of my favorite movies, Kingsman plus it has a amputee character perfect for this ask

Korsica

When Project Armstrong commenced Korsica made sure that S/o is alright with going through this due to a lot of concerns but had to be reassured by Kale that everything will go well, she wants to them to be fine because one she's just really worried, two she wants everything to be alright

Korsica herself had to help S/o through Armstrong due to being wheelchair bound; carrying them through the entry, changing them out of their clothes and laying them down on the platform but before they're sent down Korsica kissed their forehead and said "I'll see you on the other side."

As they finally made it to the end of the machine Korsica is already there with their clothes as they wake up as they stumbled out of the platform, but looking down at their legs replaced with robotic red legs as Korsica holds onto them so they don't faceplant on the ground

Korsica had a talk with Kale afterwards about the blade part but was told that's all in the design for assigned jobs despite it being a bit much, but doesn't say anything else afterwards discussing the usage of the blade for only emergency and not using it on people

Afterwards when they find out what job S/o will have they were assigned as security guard which was great for both party, but the hard part was figuring out how they could be a guard with just their new prosthetics it took awhile during Chai's rampage when they went to investigate the wreckage when a huge cargo almost fell on S/o dashing out of the way in a flash of orange as their heels turned into wheels as they inspect their new found ability until another cargo almost on Korsica dashing to her as they leg shifted into a singular blade cutting to the containment into two

When Korsica was fired S/o ran as fast they could trying to find her and getting away from Kale until they spot her at the museum without thinking tackled her into a hug as they cried into her chest, Korsica had to reassure them as she introduced them to the band

When the fights over S/o will inspect Korsica's new implants rubbing the scars on her skin as they tear up at the memory of her falling down from her LIFT thanking Chai in the process

In the aftermath Korsica and S/o will help each other with their wounds and implants with lotion and oil for the scarring and tuning their prosthetics with the help of Peppermint, but when it came to S/o they need a lot of help since they can't get around without their legs so Korsica will carry them around until their legs are fixed

#hi fi rush #hi fi rush imagines #hi fi rush x reader #hi fi rush korsica #korsica x reader #korsica

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