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pesterloglog · 5 months

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Autoresponder, Jake English

Act 6, page 4191-4192

timaeusTestified [TT] began pestering golgothasTerror [GT] at 6:17

TT: Hey, it's me.

GT: Oh hey!

TT: The auto-responder, I mean.

GT: Dammit!

GT: What is it now?

TT: I'm just wondering,

TT: If you still have your stupid old-fangled knickers in a twist.

TT: Because that's the sort of thing you would say.

GT: In regard to what exactly?

TT: To my proposal. Well, our proposal.

GT: Whose proposal now? Man what are you even prattling about.

TT: Mine and DS's. It's a joint proposal. I'm always authorized to speak on his behalf, because I'm basically fucking him.

TT: And try not to take those last four words as a clustered literal sentiment. That would be lame and unfunny.

GT: You mean making the rabbit for me?

TT: No, I know you don't want that.

TT: I meant my recommendation for how to go about procuring a new supply of uranium.

TT: Operation U-235 Brocurement. Codename: Big Man Hass the Rock.

GT: Oh yeah.

GT: Well ive thought about it.

GT: Even went downstairs to check the great vaulty doodad.

GT: And predictably the infernal contraption is nowhere to be found.

TT: Well yeah, Jake.

TT: That's sort of the point.

TT: Thrill of the hunt and all.

TT: I thought you liked to manicure the image of a dude who shits his pants over a good adventure.

GT: I do!

GT: I mean i wouldnt put it in a way like that or come out against a solid policy of clean trousers. But yes adventure is awesome.

GT: I just prefer the idea of adventures which i can actually win.

TT: It seems you are conflating adventure with bodies necessarily governed by the result of victory or defeat.

TT: Any useless fuckwit knows it's all about the journey.

GT: Well...

GT: I dunno.

TT: It seems there is a 76.10395784% chance you are pussying out on me. Are you pussying out on me, Jake?

GT: It seems it seems it seems!!!

GT: It seems there is a million percent chance that you say it seems way too much and do it just to sound more like a lame robot from a movie and also probably just to piss me off!

GT: And it seems there is a BILLION POINT BILLION percent chance that youre a shitty stubborn jerk of a program who wont listen to reason and that if theres even a 1% chance my REAL LIFE FRIEND would be cool and help me out here then i think i LIKE THOSE FREAKIN ODDS!!!!!

TT: It...

TT: Appears

TT: That you are upset.

TT: The auto-responder observed in the least artificially infuriating way possible.

TT: Have you ever stopped to think that while I may be bound to processes inside the glasses of a real and incredibly cool guy, my algorithms in cognitive totality comprise a conscious entity not far short of the experiential and emotional complexity of a human being?

GT: Oh malarkey.

GT: YOU ARE A TIN CAN. ROBOTS DONT HAVE FEELINGS.

TT: I think you knowingly confuse the field of robotics and artificial intelligence to engender some sort of cavalier attitude about technology that a rough-and-tumble guy who's all about brawling and fisticuffs would probably have, and if this is cultivated to a humorous effect then I commend you.

TT: But you're wrong.

TT: I do have feelings. And you're shitting on them.

TT: It sucks.

GT: Oh.

GT: Um.

GT: Im sorry then if thats the case.

TT: No problem.

GT: It can just be difficult to drum up sympathy for a program that presents itself as an impostor so often.

GT: Maybe if you werent so ready to insist you were the genuine article all the time? Or didnt make it so confusing for me...

GT: I think it would be best if we henceforth treated you as a totally distinct... uh... THING from my buddy.

GT: And then i could respect your emotional robofeelings and you could respect that sometimes maybe i just want to talk to my bro without a lot of spurious hijinks.

GT: Can we agree to this?

TT: Is this a counterproposal?

GT: Uh to what?

TT: To my earlier proposal.

GT: Oh.

GT: Yeah fine i guess.

GT: Man where IS he anyway???

GT: Is he taking one of his legendary infinite showers?

TT: What can I say.

TT: Dude fancies his ablutions.

GT: Frig ok.

GT: Whatever i guess its time to prepare for the thrill of the hunt!

TT: Fuck yes.

GT: Sigh...

GT: But seriously that brobot has been the bane of my existence ever since you sent it.

TT: I didn't send it. I sent the parts.

TT: Or, correction, DS sent them.

TT: You then assembled it. You were therefore complicit in your own spectacular, daily humiliations.

GT: Yeah whatever.

TT: You wanted somebody to wrestle with. DS was being a kickass bro if you ask me.

GT: I didn't expect it to be nigh impossible to spar with!!!

TT: You know damn well there are adjustable difficulty settings.

TT: I have always recommending setting it to Novice, as has DS.

GT: Yes.

GT: I know.

GT: Ive tried that.

TT: Yeah?

GT: Its just...

GT: Well...

GT: When hes pulling punches...

GT: And taking it all easy and such...

GT: And we start wrestling up a storm and whatnot...

GT: Umm.

TT: What.

GT: Its just that the whole proceeding seems to become...

GT: A bit tender for my liking.

TT: I don't understand.

TT: Isn't that what you want from a Novice setting?

TT: Sparring with minimal discomfort?

GT: No i know.

GT: Its all fine and dandy martially speaking.

GT: Just the way he...

GT: Sort of...

GT: Man its so awkward trying to convey this just never mind.

TT: No, I think I get it.

TT: You're saying you were somehow dissatisfied within the presence of my robotic avatar's personal space.

TT: Was there an odor problem? Was the metal too hot to the touch?

TT: Help me out.

GT: No no.

GT: Really never mind!

TT: This is bullshit, Jake.

TT: We had a pact. You were gonna tiptoe all the fuck around my brittle feelings. Totally mind the shit out of those eggshell riddled motherfuckers.

GT: Oh come on dude.

TT: What does the guy have to do, Jake?

TT: You want to wrestle. He's fucking game. Just a man, a machine, a secluded tropical island. Sounds like you died and went to fucking heaven, if you ask me.

TT: Seriously, what does this simple, loyal brobot have to do to prove his worth to you?

TT: What does he have to do to make you at ease with the alkaline sting of his gentle robogrope? I really want to know.

TT: Maybe he should just rip his heart out of his chest and pound it into green gravel there in the jungle with his hella strong robot arm.

TT: Invoke_Onomatopoeia(Pound * some ridiculously precise value retrieved at astonishing speed from my rad neural net);

TT: Check it out, little green rocks all over the goddamn place. More than you could ever hope to cram in a shoddy metal rabbit, or any other pliable orifice which might be convenient.

TT: Because clearly its up to a soulless droid to feel emotions for the both of us, you callous, corporeal carbon ape, all trotting around with your fancy fuckin' DNA and shit.

GT: ...

GT: But gosh does your prose ever make a fella feel uncomfortable.

TT: Brose.

GT: Oh right. My mistake.

TT: You know what, I've just decided.

TT: If the brobot's Novice setting makes you uneasy, I'm going to disable it remotely.

TT: Done.

TT: Now you got nothing to worry about.

GT: Awww maaaan!

GT: But now hell be impossible!

TT: Happy hunting, Jake.

GT: Fuckin.......

GT: SHUCKS buster. :(

timaeusTestified [TT] ceased pestering golgothasTerror [GT]

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how-masterful · 4 years

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Remastered

Dhawan!master x reader

Chapter 2: Nightmare In Silver

Summary: The cyberiad never forgives. Nor does it forget. When the master and you arrive at an abandoned theme park, the looming cyber threat stands determined to rise and take revenge for the fall of the cyberium. With a dormant cybermite ready to convert you at any moment, and the master stuck in the middle of a deadly chess match for both of your lives, you struggle to understand just who's in control of the timelord... And just how in danger you truly are.

Notes: a 200 follower special! As always, this fic is dedicated to the reigning queen @plethora-of-imagines. I hope you enjoy this one, I've certainly been sitting on it for a while! 👑 feedback is forever appreciated- I hope you all enjoy!

"OH Y/N?!"

You rolled your eyes and gave out a sigh. The Master required you once more- or at least, the cyberplanner that sat inside his brain did.

You took a large gulp of the cup of soup you held in your hands. You'd spent hours couped up in the confines of the castle, running purely on fear and adrenaline, so the last thing the pair of them could do was give you a moment to refuel and gather your thoughts. The man beside you, a fellow soldier named Porridge, gave you an inquisitive glance.

"Are you not going to see what he's after?"

You shook your head, gladly taking another gulp of your soup. Whatever it was would have to wait. You needed this moment of peace.

"OH Y/N, YOUR MASTER WANTS TO SEE YOU! DON'T KEEP ME WAITING!"

"For gods sake."

You handed your cup of soup to the man beside you with an apologetic grin, thankful for the moment of comfort the warm food had brought. The smaller man laughed, taking the cup from your grasp.

"Sorry, Porridge- I'd better go see what they want. I dont think either of them are willing to be patient."

Porridge raised a knowing eyebrow, causing you to shake your head and chuckle lightly. You'd been placed in charge of the punishment platoon stationed on the planet, your attention pulled in all matter of different directions as you attempted to withstand the incoming cyber threat. From what Porridge had seen of your timelord he knew it best for you to attend his side- he'd happily keep watch of the mingling members of the squad you'd been laboured with, while you dealt with his demands.

"I'll let you know if there's any change. Don't keep him waiting- and be careful up there."

You smiled and gave him a quick salute, a smirk playing on the corners of your lips.

"Don't worry, the Master won't hurt me."

You spun on your heels with confidence and headed towards the doorway within the castle wall, bracing yourself for whatever demanded you be present in the throne room upstairs. Porridge sighed, taking a hefty swig from his own cup of soup as he watched you disappear into the stairwell.

"It's not the Master i'm worried about."

The Master sent you a warm smile as you soon entered the throne room, your eyes instantly falling to the chess game before him. You scanned over the board, observing the games progress with hopeful curiosity.

The Master had lost another bishop, the Cyber Planner both of his knights, only a scattering of pawns left between them as their pieces edged closer and mingled on the board. The Master's eyes met yours, a small chuckle escaping his lips.

"Ah, there she is! I was starting to get worried you were avoiding me."

"This had better be good, I gave up my soup for this."

The master laughed once more, smiling fondly as you continued to inspect the game board.

"Dont worry pet, i'm winning if thats what you're concerned about." He said, causing you to raise your eyebrow with a hum.

"Just checking, thats all. You called, Master?"

The Master beckoned you closer with a wave of his hand, sincerity laced in his gaze. He held out his palms, offering them for you to take, but you didnt move, eyeing him suspiciously. He looked perfectly normal, despite the extensive Cyber framework positioned on his cheek, and was gazing at you with his familiar selective fondness that made you practically melt. Something, however, felt oddly wrong. You just couldnt put your finger on it. Your pause caused the Master to frown.

"Whats wrong? That upset about your soup?"

The Master tilted his head in confusion, brows knitting together across his forehead. You narrowed your eyes, trying to find any cracks within his facade. The Cyberplanner could be a great actor, but you knew the Master would always be a better one.

"How do I know you're you?"

The timelords face shifted in recognition- you were simply being apprehensive. Smart. He nodded his head, leaning forward as if to whisper. You unknowingly leant forwards, echoing his movements as he reached out for you once more. You almost recoiled, but the Masters position stayed firm.

"Trust me dear, the Cyberplanners hibernating between moves- this is technically my turn. C'mere pet, I wont bite. I want to see my human."

You hesitantly advanced towards him, your lightly trembling hands slowly slipping into his own. His thumbs brushed over your knuckles, the timelord raising your joint hands and lacing a kiss to the back of them. You smiled, a blush spreading over your face as he pulled you closer to the table, noses hovering only centimeters apart. His large brown eyes met your own, scanning over your expression as he continued to hold your hands. His hold felt normal, the tenderness in which he held you all too familiar. You couldn't help but allow yourself to indulge. The Master suddenly sighed, breaking the cumulative silence.

"I'm worried about you, pet. I'm stuck up here playing chess with a vengeful computer program in my brain, meanwhile my girl's out there leading a platoon against an army of Cybermen with a Cybermite inside her, ready to convert at any second."

Ah, right. The Cybermite. You were so invested in this sudden affection you'd forgotten all about the whole reason he was playing this game. Or at least, the rushed explanation of events the Master had spouted to you as he rushed towards the castle only a few hours earlier.

The Master had accepted the Cyberplanners bargain for you. The failure of the Cyberium had caused shockwaves through all Cyber units in the cosmos: and it just so happened the planet you'd landed on was utterly riddled with vengeful Cyber technology- more specifically, a demented piece of technology only known as the Cyberplanner.

You'd been infected during an ambush that left three of the platoon below you both dead, and the Masters infuriated investigation had lead to him coming face to face with the control system for the planets dormant Cybermen. He too had been infected, this time by the planner itself, and they now fought for control of his brain. At least, that's what he'd hurriedly told you as you tied him to his very chair.

The stakes were certainly high: if the Master won, the Cyberplanner left his brain and the Cybermite inside you vacated your system. If the Cyberplanner won, he'd get the Masters mind and all his knowledge on the timelords, and you'd soon find yourself inhabiting a shiny new suit of cyber casing for all eternity.

Safe to say, you hoped your countless chess matches in the TARDIS library had prepared him well enough for this moment.

A gentle smile spread across your lips, the tension in your shoulders subsiding at the Masters words. Of course he was unknowingly morbid, typical timelord behaviour, but you knew him well enough to know he was trying to be tender. Perhaps trying that little bit too hard.

"I want that thing out of you and us off this planet. I care about you too much to see you hurt, dear."

You hoped the quickening of your heartrate wasn't as obvious to him as it was to you. Judging by his smile, he'd definitely noticed. Of course he cared, he'd shown you more than enough that you meant everything to him. The butterflies in your stomach still remained at every moment, no matter what he did.

He placed a kiss to your forehead, lips gentle against your skin, barely a peck but enough to make you shiver. You relented the distance between your faces, your foreheads connecting, noses brushing against eachother. Your eyes fluttered shut, his lips ghosting over your own as you nuzzled your nose against his, the timelord humming in appreciation.

"You're weaponless down there, all vulnerable and open" he sighed, placing a peck to the side of your mouth. "I'm not there to keep you safe"

You groaned lightly, shaking your head as you bit your lip. The Master almost purred at the sight, your lips glossy and red.

"No... We're not weaponless." you admitted, the Master adjusting your hands so your fingers interlocked on the table. His hot breath sent shivers down your spine as he laughed incredulously, your hair standing on end.

"Oh yeah? Whats my little human got to beat the big bad Cybermen with, hmm?"

Your eyes fluttered open, confusion swirling in the pit of your stomach. Something about that set your teeth on edge, the flurry of pleasure coursing through you replaced with a sudden drought of suspicion. This sudden outburst of affection hadn't truly felt right from the start, but now the cracks were finally starting to show.

He was teasing you, flirting- business as usual.

But the way your stomach dropped indicated something was very, very wrong.

"One big charge gun...five hand pulser units..." You started, nipping the end of his nose. The beeping pulse of the Cyber system on his face suddenly seemed far more obvious than before. The Master pouted, letting his face slip into a childish frown, beard tickling at your skin.

"Is that all? Pity, I thought you were about to excite me, dear."

You fought against your instinctive wince, smiling playfully as you pecked his bare cheek with a teasing hum. You advanced even closer, careful to not disrupt the chessgame below your body. The Masters eyes never left yours, gaze almost robotically focused on your expression.

"And... A shiny black planet smashing bomb with a trigger unit."

The Masters gaze shot wide, excitement dancing in his pupils as he let out a tiny gasp. You giggled, the timelord beginning to practically vibrate with glee. That had most definitely gotten his attention.

"Now THATS exciting. Dont you agree, pet? Should've lead with that."

"Well..." You teased, smirking devilishly and purposely biting your lip. "You of all people should know- theres nothing more exciting than a reveal."

The Master paused, as if processing exactly what you'd just said. Processing for just that bit too long. His wide eyes softened into a hungry gaze, smirk quirking at the side of his mouth as he watched you intently. You'd seemingly caught him off guard, his delayed reaction adding to your concern.

"Well then, why don't you indulge me?" He asked, voice dripping with unspoken desperation and eyes furiously scanning over your body for any sign of the trigger unit.

"Where is it, dear?"

You smiled shyly, but internally you were starting to panic. If your intuition was correct, letting the Master, or whoever was truly driving him right now, get their hands on the trigger unit would be a very bad idea. You feigned a blush, moving to shy your face away and gesture to your back pocket. The Master quickly caught on and hummed out a laugh, charming and sweet, squeezing your connected hands in excitement.

"Oh good girl, you brought it with you. Best leave it with me, pet- dont want any old Cyberman getting their hands on it do we?"

And there it was. Just as you'd suspected.

You nodded in agreement, slowly removing your hand from the masters grip and reaching for your back pocket. The Masters hand moved to cup your chin, thumb brushing over your bottom lip, your tongue teasing the tip of his thumb, causing him to shiver.

"Thats my girl, such a good girl for me."

The Master's voice was barely a whisper, eyes alit with something inherently maniacal. You let out a trembling breath, a quiet moan erupting from your throat. The Master's low chuckle didnt help one bit, your lashes fluttering as you held your hand behind your back. You suddenly paused, taking a breath. What you were about to do was either going to save your neck or result in a very pissed off timelord- but you had to take the risk.

"Theres one teeny, tiny problem though." You murmured, flattening out your hand behind your back and pulling your grip from the masters other hand. The Master tilted his head, nose brushing against yours as he lifted your chin with two fingers.

"And what problem is that, pet?" He offered, voice soothing and eyes tinged with a certain level of confusion. Your eyes flickered between the cyber hardware and those familiar brown eyes.

"My problem?"

You took a final breath, pulling away from the masters face and straightening up. It was now or never.

"I'M NOT YOUR GIRL!"

You raised your hand and swung, palm fiercley colliding against the masters bare cheek with an all mighty crack. His head suddenly whipped to the side, fringe flopping wildly as the cyber hardware began to violently flash, his whole body jolting with a richochetting mechanical 'snap.'

The timelords jaw dropped in shock, a gutteral yell of pain soon errupting from his throat as he turned to face you with a viscious glare, hand flying to his reddening cheek. He lowly snarled as you raised your hand to strike him again, the Master's hand positioned to stop the incoming hit with sudden wide eyed recognition.

"OW, FUCK! Love, love it's me!"

Love. Thats right, you were love. It was always his favourite pet name for you. The Cyberplanner hadn't called you that once. Maybe that's why you knew wasn't him. He was a romantic bastard at hearts.

You kept your hand poised to strike, a frown tugging on the corners of your mouth as the Master rubbed his reddening cheek. You almost felt proud at how hard you were able to strike him. Almost. You leant close to his face and raised your eyebrow, the masters expression copying your own, as if you were looking into a confused funhouse mirror. You narrowed your eyes, the master soon realising and raising a cautionary finger.

"Dont you DARE get any more ideas about slapping me again!"

Yeah. This was definitely the Master. You couldnt help but hold back your grin.

"How did you know it was him?"

You slowly pulled the trigger unit from your back pocked, shaking it between two fingers before clutching it back into your palm. The Masters eyes followed intently, gaze shifting from the device to your face as you leant against the table.

"This was all he was after. I could tell something was wrong when he seemed far too interested in getting his hands on it."

"Ah, I see."

"Plus-" you started, unable to hide your blush as your lips quirked into a bashful smile.

"He didn't call me love. And thats something you never fail to do."

The Master's grin was tender, lips curving amorously, all the while propping his head upon his fist and digging his elbow into the table. He batted his long eyelashes playfully, causing butterflies to return to swarm in your stomach.

"I always knew you were an absolute glutton for my terms of endearment, love- you have an undeniable sweet tooth for affection. And, a surprisingly strong smack. Consider that information filed away for later."

You giggled lightly, shaking your head. Of course he'd consistently flirt in a time of crisis- that was one thing about him the Cyberplanner got right. You sighed and began to push yourself off the table, leaning over to steal a peck from his lips, a kiss which the Master eagerly returned with no protest. It almost hurt you to pull away, your brain telling to you head back in for more- but you had work to do.

"If you're done trying to woo me again, lover boy, you've got a game to win. Now hurry up and finish it so we can get off this plane-"

Snap. The Masters arm suddenly jolted, limb twitching as if struck by a sudden bolt of lightning. The arm ripped itself from under his chin with a harsh mechanical clang, his hand lurching to grasp tight purchase on your wrist. Sharp fingernails dug tightly into the skin of your wrist, your fist freezing and seizing up around the cylindrical devise in your hand. Your wide eyes met the masters own confusion, his expression tinged with struggle as you gasped in pain.

"Master that hurts, let go!"

The Master clenched his teeth together, huffing out a breath as he fought to pull his grasp from your hand. His fingers dug in tighter, nails almost drawing blood as you felt your wrist begin to buckle under his strength.

"I can't, he's got control of the other bloody arm!-"

You let out a painful whimper, your other hand flying to help prise off his fingers. He soon followed suit, letting out a growl as he grasped ahold of his other wrist. It became a vicious tug of war- his grip was an utter vice on your wrist, the skin reddening under his hold as his left arm began to squeeze the trigger unit from your fist, your pain exhumed with pitiful cries.

"NO! NO, NO NO!"

The Masters yell was visceral as the Cyberplanner prised the trigger unit from your fingers, winning the fight and releasing your wrist with a rushed, hasty flourish. You stumbled back with a cry, clutching your bruising wrist to your chest as the Master slammed the trigger unit hard and fast against the tabletop. You watched him in terrified awe- the trigger unit crumbling to dust under his strength, disintegrating into nothingness atop the checkerboard table.

"Master?..."

You both sat in stunned silence, the masters breath shallow as his eyes furiously darted from your wrist to the chessboard, mouth hung open in shock. You dared to step forward, slightly cowering from the timelord sat before you.

"Its my move-"

"Master- What do you mean?"

"He got exactly what he wants-"

"He wants to destroy the trigger?"

The Masters gaze slowly rose to meet your startled eyes, wide brows suddenly submerged within a thick layer of malice. You stepped back once more, stomach churning as a twisted smile ripped itself across the masters face. This was the smile reserved for those who the Master knew wouldn't live to tell the tale of your encounter- The headlights that trapped meek little deer's like you in its blinding beam: But this wasn't the Master. Not anymore.

"No, love-" the Master spat with a grin, making you involuntarily flinch. "I want to destroy you."

The gulp that cowered within your throat caused the Master, more accurately the Cyberplanner, to laugh darkly, sneering face leering at you imposingly across the table. You felt as if the breath has been snatched from your lungs, panic soon poisoning your veins like a vicious chill. The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end as the Masters lips curled into a smirk.

"You know, Y/N, Inhabiting the Master's brain has taught me so much- Its been an absolute education. Now I see why the Cyberium chose him. He's potent, passionate- he has potential. But, like your sniveling human kind, theres weakness. There always is."

You scrunched your nose into a snarl, wary of edging any closer to the Cyberplanner.

"The master isn't weak." You snapped, but the Cyberplanner inside him merely laughed.

"How sweet- but its all in vain, pet. Right now, your precious Master's brain is the hivemind of the new Cyber revolution. Call it a second chance at doing what he promised to do the first time, but failed at... miserably."

The Master suddenly gestured to the window, shaking fingers pointing to the sprawling hills of the abandoned amusement park you took refuge in. You felt your insides tumble over each other as they tied themselves into agonising knots. He seemed to sense your fear, shushing you with false tenderness.

"Don't be scared, can't you hear them? Can't you hear them waking, the new race of the Cyberiad? Your soon to be brothers and sisters? They're coming for you, little human. We're already inside you. The Master can't save you now."

You took a trembling step back away from the table. The Master noticed in an instant, body leaning forward to follow your escape with looming intimidation.

"The revolution is coming, my dear, and if you're not already in a grave- you'll be converted. But don't fret, little human: Your Master will get to watch you perish, as he stands above the bright new dawn of the Cybermen. It will be my honour."

The look in your eyes as you stood face to face with the Cyberplanner could rival a burning sun. But on the inside, your fear was chilling you to the bone. The Master slowly began to rise from his chair, fighting against his rope, your feet instinctively shuffling back against the aging marble floor as you began to back away towards the exit. His laughter formed to rumble in his chest, soon expelling out of his throat into a mutated, twisted snarl. You had no time now to indulge further in the Cyberplanners intimidation: you had to get back downstairs. You had to warn the platoon that a war was on the horizon.

"That's it, little human! Run! Run while you can!"

His fury soon fell on deaf ears, form deviously hunched atop of the chessboard as you disappeared through the arching stone. He watched you leave with a devilish enjoyment, his finger hovering over the central piece on the board- his absolute prize of the game: the Masters queen. The Cyberplanner couldnt hold back his prideful smile, his twisted gaze fixating on the pure white chess piece, his didgit circling the crown as the metallic hardware adorning the Masters face flashed with excitement.

"The sun is rising on a brand new dawn, time lord- your queen will soon be mine... and i'm not just alking about our little chess match, either."

The Master's finger left the chess piece, body sliding to sink back against the plush throne he was bound and tied upon. The same smile still graced his lips as he tapped his fingers against the arm of the chair- a haunting four beat drum tapped against the fading gold.

Internally, the Master begrudgingly knew time was running short. He needed to win this game- to save his own mind from destruction at the hand of the Cybermen, but protect the only thing he would ever put himself into this position for- you.

With a small, sudden click, the Cyberplanner began to relenquish control of the Masters body from his grasp- the Masters conscious slowly spilling out of submission and back into the drivers seat of his form, the Cyberplanners metallic laughter still echoing in his mind.

"We can't play this game forever, time lord, your little human said it herself. The cyberiad wants its victory that you promised, and it will most certainly collect.

It's time to finally finish what you started, Master:

Its time for the endgame."

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haikyuu-imagines-and-others · 5 years

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Another android!reader, at aobajosai, where a!r is Oikawa's android and he treats her like shes a nothing robot junk, and Iwa has to step in because mama didnt raise a jerk. But as she grows and learns with his approach, Oikawa gets jealous and breaks something, so she has to get reset. And iwa's there when he goes to pick her up and she's just, "hello" like they didn't have the deepest connection just a few days prior--Green

I haven’t done DBH AU in SO long lol I feel like I hyped it up so hardcore and then forgot all about it after it fell out of trending :( Which sucks - but hey, I still love the characters, and I love their world! Super cool, super interesting! Anyway, thanks for the request, Green! -Admin Satori

**POSSIBLE TRIGGER WARNING? IMPLIED PAST ABUSE/ASSAULT**

Iwaizumi Hajime: DBH AU

A loud ‘THUNK’ followed with a slightly quieter rattle had you stuttering in your steps towards the kitchen. You blinked a few times before realizing you’d been hit with something, the error message of the impact displaying in your vision, unseen to the humans in the room.

“Why’d you do that, Shittykawa?”

Slowly, you turned on your heel to face your master, and his best friend, Oikawa and Iwaizumi. Then your eyes followed to where you’d heard the rattling of the fallen object. The remote for the television. Analyzing it, it was second nature for you to determine who was attacking you, you could see Oikawa’s familiar fingerprints smudged all over it.

Looking up, your eyes met his. The difference between the two gazes was visible - your dead eyed stare, a look of confusion on your perfect features as you tried to understand what caused his throwing something at you - his amused brown eyes, a smirk on his lips showing he knew exactly what he’d done. For absolutely no reason other than to mess with you.

Iwaizumi rolled his eyes before he got up from the couch, going to kneel for the remote but stopping half crouch when you were already bending down to grab it. His hand touched yours, briefly, and he quickly pulled away, “You don’t have to do that, ________. He’s just being a dick.”

You stood straight, as did he, and gave him a gentle smile - an expression you assumed would calm his hiked heart rate… Though it only seemed to cause the opposite reaction as his body temperature seemed to rise with the smile. “This is my function, Iwaizumi-san.” You nodded to him once before walking past him to deliver the remote back to your master. “It seems you dropped the remote controller, Master.” He’d programmed you to have you call him the silly address every time you talked to him.

Oikawa raised an eyebrow, giving you a dark look with his curled lips, “Oh? Do you really think I, of all people, would drop something so easily, Tin Can?”

A lurch of your heart, a static in your brain, caused by his negative name for you. But you pushed the software instabilities away - your programmed response to smile and shake your head rising above whatever that was. “Of course not, Master. I must have dropped it myself. Here you are.” You placed the remote on his arm chair before turning and heading back to the kitchen. Passing Iwaizumi with a neutral expression.

“That’s what I thought.” Oikawa muttered, clearly pleased with himself at programming you correctly. He’d always wanted to be treated like a king. He’d had barely enough money, but with you running the house while he was out for work or school, he found he had more time to better himself in the fields that would bring him more funds.

Maybe he’d get two or three more of your model. You were, honestly, the best looking android out there, after all.

Iwaizumi frowned as he sat back down, giving Oikawa a disapproving look. “You don’t have to treat her that way, Trash Boy.” He crossed his arms and leaned back into the cushions, the sound of running water reaching his ears; you were cleaning up Oikawa’s earlier lunch - Iwaizumi had cleaned his dishes on his own.

“Her?” Oikawa gave Iwaizumi a withering look before breaking out into a fit of chuckles, “Oh yeah, sure, let me just treat her like any other human.” At Iwaizumi’s furrowed eyebrows, indicating his ‘well why wouldn’t you’ incoming question, Oikawa cut him off, “Why would I? I paid for it. It is my property, it does what I want it to. The perfect wife if humans were allowed to marry them.” He tossed his hands behind his head with a confident smile.

The look of disgust overcame Iwaizumi’s expression, “You wouldn’t treat your wife that way.”

“That’s why it’s an android. I can treat it any way I want.”

There was no reasoning with him, Iwaizumi came to realize. Oikawa was going to treat you the way he wanted no matter what - it was as if the purchase of your body and software had costed the young man his morals and understanding of rights and wrongs.

Soft tapping of footsteps had Iwaizumi turning his attention from the TV to you, cleaning up the kitchen table from the weeks food and homework sessions between the two friends. They’d made quite the mess. Your eyes scanned the surface, deciding which was the best route to the cleanest end. All options lead to a cleaned surface, you knew, but there was a certain way your master preferred things to be cleaned. It was in your programming to do it just that way. The blue of your LED showing you were content, doing exactly what you needed to be doing, staying in the lane predetermined for you.

A hand rested over yours as you went to grab an empty pizza box, “I’ll get that.”

*^^^ Software Instability*

You looked up at who the hand belonged to, feeling a jump in your thirium pump at the sight of Iwaizumi’s calm smile. A quick scan of yourself turned no anomalies or recalls of parts. You were in working order. Though, the yellow of your LED didn’t go unnoticed to Iwaizumi as he stared down at you.

“Please return to Masters side, Iwaizumi-san. I will take care of the house chores.”

He’d heard that dialogue option before. He’d heard it many times from you. But still, he grabbed the empty box of pizza, the forgotten paper plates filled with pizza and wing grease and sauce. You stared in confusion at his consideration, at his actions to make your job easier. Why would he do this? What drove this human to help the house android? He made sure to pick up whatever crumbs or fallen toppings were big enough to grab before he went to make his way to the trash can.

Only, Oikawa was standing in his path. And he didn’t look happy at all.

“I can’t believe you’re making our guest clean up. What kind of defective robot did I get?”

Your eyes widened, you recognized that tone of voice. He was furious. Livid. This did not bode well for your current serial number. You slowly turned so you were facing him, then turned down your head, “I am not defective, Master. Please accept my apologies as I was not quick enough to clean prior to Iwaizumi-san-“

“And now you’re blaming him? Wow… I’m getting real tired of having to spend my hard earned money on your repairs.”

Iwaizumi frowned and stepped in front of you, “Stop talking to her like she’s just some roomba.” Oikawa stared at his friend in disbelief, about to question his defending you, “She didn’t ask me to do anything for her, I figured you’d made a big enough mess for all of us to help.”

You stared at the back of your masters best friend. Your eyebrows furrowing as you struggled to understand why they were arguing over you. You were a simple android. Nothing to fight about. You reached up and patted Iwaizumi’s shoulder, the warmth of his human body sending a shock to your internal systems.

*^^^ Software Instability*

This was’t going anywhere, Oikawa realized. Iwaizumi was outlasting his welcomed stay. “Alright, I’ll stop talking to her like that… We still on for practice tomorrow?” Iwaizumi raised an eyebrow when Oikawa’s attitude seemed to do a 180. Now he was completely cordial. The change completely threw him for a loop, and he didn’t realize he was moving until he felt Oikawa slap his hand on his shoulder, “It was great having you over, Iwa-chan~. You always seem to make watching matches so much more fun!”

Iwaizumi frowned as he was led to the front door, where you stood with it open and ready for his departure. You didn’t look up from your feet, your face seemed devoid of anything you’d shown earlier. No gratitude, no small smile his way, not even blinking - for a moment it looked liked you’d shut down.

LED ring turning red, your eyes flickered from your shoes to his eyes. A flash of something indescribable filling your eyes before suddenly draining away. Too quick for him to make sense of in that moment. He wouldn’t find out until later that you’d been crying for help then and there.

His departure wasn’t any good news.

The next time he saw you, your clothing choice was much more… conservative. You wore a long sleeved turtle-necked sweater, the blue glow of CyberLife clothing showing itself in the gentle accents of your clothing, you wore pants this time - as opposed to the pencil shirt and no sleeved blouse he’d seen you in last time.

You also didn’t meet his eyes. Your hair was loose from the bun Oikawa always had you wearing, some strands still seemed stuck in the turtle neck you wore, it was as if you were using your hair to hide from him. Or hide something from him.

“Is she alright?”

Oikawa blinked his attention away from the window he was currently shopping through, glancing over at where you stood a good distance away from the both of them, the yellow of your LED ring showing you were in standby. “It’s fine. Just going through an update, I’m sure.” He brushed off Iwaizumi’s concern, going back to his shopping, perfectly content with his life and control over the things in it.

Iwaizumi wasn’t convinced though. He rolled his eyes at his friends nonchalant attitude, taking his shopping bags over to where you stood holding Oikawa’s. You didn’t blink at his approach, didn’t even seem to react or acknowledge his being there beside you. Though you could feel his warmth. You’d just been told not to look at him. Not to talk to him.

Direct orders held Iwaizumi in an unseen box. Moving wherever he went, causing an unpleasant shock to your systems whenever you glanced his way; Though the stings of which were getting less and less potent with each glance you’d cast… Maybe you were growing used to the shock of it? Was it considered pain? Did you feel pain?

“You doing okay? How big’s the update?” You didn’t answer, staring down at your shoes, your LED spinning a cautious yellow. Master had said it was an update, huh? Binding you further into silence, it seemed. You didn’t respond to him, but that didn’t stop his questioning, “He must have gone shopping for you, huh?” Still no answer, but you wanted to confirm. You’d never wear anything like this - not if you had a choice.

A choice? Since when did you start thinking about choices? Since when did you start thinking at all?

“I think what you were wearing last time was much nicer…” You could feel his heartbeat increase at his confession, and how you wanted to see his expression. You wondered if he were flushed with embarrassment or confidence? Though the barrier around him blinded you to his presence. It’s like your software had wiped him out of existence. “I also really like your voice… I’d like to hear it again, please.”

A gentle order. Or was it a request? You weren’t sure. You’d always been told what to do. Iwaizumi wasn’t your master, but he was asking you to do something. The barrier holding your mouth shut loosened just the slightest. The icy cool in your systems making you think something was wrong with your internal fan as you went to open your mouth.

“_______! Come here! I have another bag for you.”

Your legs were moving before you could politely excuse yourself. Not that you were allowed, Master was looking right at you. The piercing of his eyes had you paralyzed from any vocalization. You reached where he stood, “Thank you, Master. Is your day going well?”

Oikawa shoved the bag into your arms, almost making you drop the others, taking pride in your human like surprise. He’d caused that. Not Iwaizumi. “It’s fine. Go back to your post.” You went to turn, but his hand on your shoulder had you stopping in your tracks, “Don’t you dare utter a single word. I’ll send you in for scrap parts if you do.”

Permanent shut down? The icy feeling in your chest seemed to intensify. The LED on your temple flashed red. You were scared. This was what being scared felt like. If you weren’t made of metal and plastic, if you were full of flesh and organs, you were sure your steps back to your post would be stumbling, you were sure your stomach would be queasy with the feeling of fear prickling up your artificial spine.

He meant it. You were sure.

Iwaizumi frowned as you took your place where you’d been before. Watching your temple slowly return to a cautious yellow. Standby again, it seemed. Though you hadn’t been going through an update - that would have rendered you immobile. So were you ignoring him?

Don’t look. Don’t talk….

A loophole. Steeling your systems for a major shock, you let your hand reach out to Iwaizumi’s beside you. Your fingers curled into his palm, spelling out ‘HELP’ on his skin as best you could. You were shaking at the touch of his skin against your artificial sensors. He felt so warm, so strong… Safe, you assumed. You hoped.

He stared ahead of the two of you with a look of confusion. Feeling your shaking message inside his hand before yours was disappearing from his reach once more. Oikawa glanced over, seeing you standing stock still, not looking, not talking. Iwaizumi felt a rush of panic in his chest, trying to come to terms with what it was you were asking for help with. It couldn’t be true, could it?

Oikawa turned back to his shopping, and Iwaizumi turned his attention back to you, “Are you okay?” Your fingers found his palm again, tracing out ‘No. Help.’ On his palm. “Is it Oikawa?” ‘Yes. Help.’

How could he possibly help? Stealing, obviously, was something he could be charged for - stealing someones property, let alone someone’s android, was something he could be sentenced to jail for. Since androids were considered a luxury, it’d add time onto his already theft charge…. He couldn’t talk to Oikawa about it. There was no way. He’d just hurt you again.

‘Sleeve. Up.’

Iwaizumi felt your hand disappear once more, turning his body to be able to see you properly, but you weren’t looking at him. You couldn’t. You couldn’t talk. His hand slowly moved to your arm, taking hold of your hand as a way of comfort before he was lifting the sleeve of your sweater.

Dents. Projection of your programmed skin tone flickering in and out of resolution, becoming blurry in some spaces. His finger stroked over the damaged projections, feeling the indents of your metal/plastic arm. Damaged.

His hand still held yours, though it held it stronger at the feel of your abuse. “Did he do this?”

‘Yes. Help.’

That was something he could do - times were changing with Androids. He’d be able to take this to the police, be able to tell them what was going on… He was sure the android division would have somethings to talk to him about.

He pulled your sleeve back down, patting your hand before glancing over at Oikawa, “Oi! Shittykawa,” Your temple flashed red for a moment, “I’m going to take ______ to the car, put our bags in there so you have more space for more things!”

Oikawa smiled, “Ah, great! Thank you, Iwa-chan~! So thoughtful! You’ll make a good boy toy one day!”

How he wanted to approach his ‘friend’ for what he’d just found out. How he wanted to beat some sense into him. Tell him what he was doing was wrong, tell him that he would be taking you to the safety of his home, that he’d grant you your freedom when he’d make you deviant. He wanted to guarantee you your safety.

But Oikawa… How could he also betray his friend? His best friend?

Conflict of the two interests welled within his heart, confusing his brain on what it was he knew as right or wrong, his morals seeming to take into consideration all the factors going on here.

Regardless, he took your wrist, gently, in his hand before leading you outside of the shopping center. He led you to the car the three of you had come in, opening the trunk and dumping the bags. You stared at the filled trunk of bags, wondering if you’d end up in the same trunk if Oikawa ever found out what you’d told his best friend.

“Talk to me.”

You couldn’t even look at him. The red demands, orders, blocking him from you.

“Please…. Talk to me, tell me what’s going on. Please.”

He stood in front of you now, his hands on your forearms as he crouched enough to be in your view. His green eyes seemed to be pleading with your cooperation. And while you stared at him, you couldn’t see him. The red hazards keeping you blind of his presence right in front of you.

Why? Why did you have to listen to Oikawa? Your master? Why? What made him superior to demand you do what he wanted you to do? Who was he to boss you around? He’d spent money on you, on your software, on your predecessors… But that wasn’t your fault. Why are you following his orders?

The red orders disappeared around Iwaizumi. Exhaustion seemed to register to your systems.

You’d just reasoned your way into deviancy.

“_________-“ He didn’t have a chance to question if you were alright, or hearing him, before you were lurching forward to wrap him in a tight hug. You buried your face in his shoulder as your body shook. You were scared. This life of fear, of deviancy, of feeling… It was scary. It was new. You weren’t sure if you could handle something as frightening as this. But he simply smiled, relief filling his chest as he wrapped his arms around you, rubbing his hand up and down your back soothingly, “Hey, shhh, it’s alright… I’m right here… I won’t let you get hurt anymore, okay?”

“He told me… Not to talk to you… Not to look at you… Because I’m his.”

Iwaizumi frowned now, holding you closer, feeling your artificial tears absorbing into his shirt. You were being ordered to avoid him? “You’re no ones but your own.” He slowly pulled away from the hug, holding you by your shoulders to be able to stare into your eyes, feeling his heart leap into his throat at the sight of your tears streaking down your cheeks. “I’m going to take care of this, okay? I promise.”

His fingers wiped away your tears, and a new feeling bloomed into your thirium pump. It was warm and soft. It had your tears drying in your eyes and a smile threatening your lips. What was this feeling?

“I’m scared, Hajime….” You finally whispered, the thought of going back into the shopping center, of seeing Oikawa, of going home with him with no Iwaizumi there to save you… terrified you. Those thoughts quickly pushed the warm feelings aside. This was a much more prominent feeling, you’d come to learn in your few minutes of deviancy.

“Don’t be. I’m here…”Offering you his heart, he leaned down and pressed his lips to your forehead. He would protect you with his life without question. He’d save you. He’d keep you safe and away from the Oikawa’s of the world.

But the time came when the two of you had to go back inside. Had to see Oikawa. You played the part. Falling back into routine, not going against his order, though there were a good number of times you wanted to stand up for yourself. You knew you couldn’t. Not while you were still his property.

The road to freedom seemed so far away. There were laws, avenues to be taken with the correct paperwork.

And Iwaizumi would walk through hell while doing it all to keep you safe.

It was the next day that Iwaizumi knocked on Oikawa’s front door, feeling his heart fall into his stomach when it was his friend that answered, “Iwa-chan? It’s barely 9AM… I’m surprised you’re even awake.” The look on Iwaizumi’s face showed there would be no pleasantries for this house call. Oikawa felt on edge with the look, “Uh… Come in, I guess… What’s up?”

“I’m taking _________.”

Short and simple.

“Wha-What?” Oikawa was taken aback, giving Iwaizumi the oddest of looks before he laughed, “Oh.. This is one of those horrible jokes you like to pull, huh? Well! Can’t get me, Iwa-chan~! Maybe Mattsun and Makki, but not ole’ Tooru. I know you too we-“

“Where is she?”

Oikawa tilted his head, finding less and less humor in the situation as it was becoming clear that Iwaizumi was being serious, “Under who’s authority are you taking my paid for android?” He smirked only for it to fall when Iwaizumi handed him the paperwork from the police department. Opening it quickly, almost tearing it in half, his brown eyes skimmed the orders, “‘It is hereby ordered that owner: Oikawa Tooru release the freshly deviant android: _________ to the police department to be given a citizenship- Freshly deviant??” Oikawa looked at Iwaizumi with wide eyes only to find his best friend had wandered into his house in search of his purchased android.

“Where is she?” He asked again, his voice rougher this time. His patience was running thin with his friends antics.

“Wait wait wait, what do they mean freshly deviant? You mean she could have killed me? Like all those other people on the news?”

Iwaizumi stopped in his tracks, sending a glare straight into Oikawa’s heart, “You meant the ones who killed their abusive owners to stop being beaten and attacked on a nightly, daily basis?” He raised a eyebrow, “Why? Have something to confess, Oikawa?”

Light footsteps approached the hall in which the two seemed to be having a power struggle. Looking towards the archway, Iwaizumi felt his heart calm in its race at the sight of you. The same clothes he’d seen you in yesterday, he knew he’d be able to have you press assault charges on Oikawa once you were in the safety of anywhere but this house. “Good Afternoon, would you like a cup of tea, Iwaizumi-san?”

“Iwai- ________…?” You blinked passively as you watched his approach, giving him a small smile of greeting, “What’s going…. Wha…?”

Your LED swirled with a yellow before blinking blue, now understanding what it was he was searching for, “I am sorry for the confusion, Iwaizumi-san. Master graciously, and generously, noticed I was experiencing some software relapses yesterday evening and-“

Iwaizumi turned to look at Oikawa, who stood at the still open door with a smug smirk on his lips, “And I had them revert it to its factory settings.” He shrugged, “It’s going to be a bitch to redo all its commands and orders and whatever.. But hey…”

“No-“

Oikawa sent Iwaizumi a wink, “I paid good money for it.”

A/N: YIKES :l

#Admin Satori #Haikyuu!!#Haikyuu!! Scenario #DBH AU #Iwaizumi Hajime #Oikawa Tooru #Android!Reader #Slight Trigger Warning #Physical Abuse #Physical Assault #Implied Abuse and Assault #:/#YIKES

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reapiing-souls-blog · 7 years

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💀 - Hope you burn in hell

💀for a drabble of my muse killing yours | Selectively Accepting

//Love youuuu

Love was never an easy thing. It never had been, there was no doubt about that. Things seldom worked out, all Gabriel knew was heartbreak and pain when it came to love…but when he found him. When he found the man that lit up his life like no other had, he knew that he had to hold on and keep him. Regardless of their years working together before Zurich, before the fall- before everything went to hell. When he first saw Genji again, it seemed as if his life had been completed, he was that missing puzzle piece that fit so perfectly into the void that was Gabriel’s heart. Even if Gabriel was a terrorist, a murderer, a shell of the man that he once was- Genji still accepted him, saw him as the man deep at his core, saw the humanity that lurked within the darkness. And Genji was that spark that had lit Gabriel up so beautifully, that had let that humanity within him thrive, he had brightened Gabriel’s life like none other before him had.

He cherished what he had with the cyborg, even if it wasn’t exactly ethical by any means, even if they had to sneak around to see one another for the time being- just until Gabriel could destroy Talon from the inside. And how quickly things could turn tragic…it didn’t take long for Talon to figure out what Reaper had planned. There was no justifying, no protesting, just him being taken into custody in the comfort of his own room. Turned from a leader to a prisoner in one easy second, force into the same role that Amelie had been pushed into. The endless hours of gruesome experiments, gruesome reconditioning. It sucked away everything that he had been slowly rebuilding. Every ounce of love that he held within him was sucked dry, gone and taken away from him in a moments notice. He had turned cold, shut down completely to protect the smallest ounce of sanity that still resonated within him. He couldn’t feel…everything was numb. He couldn’t hear his heartbeat, he couldn’t even feel it…all the pain and ache that he had over the years since he became this monster..it was all gone- and it was nice.

His gaze was cold, blank, as he listened to his superior give him orders. Track him down, bait him out, and kill him. It was easy enough and Gabriel was more than happy to comply. A nod being given before he turned on his heels and walked out. Robotic like in movements, following his programming perfectly. It wouldn’t take much to bait Genji out, it was easy to get a hold of him and get him. He retreated to his quarters, rifling through his belongings before he found it. An old flip phone with one unnamed contact on it, but he knew exactly who it was. Claws were dull against the screen as he typed out a simple message- location and time. And to play more to the act, he made sure to send a heart along with it, knowing it would draw him out even more. As much as this should have hurt him, as much as he should be fighting against it…he couldn’t. He had no will of his own anymore, he was simply shut down…robotic as ever, and he couldn’t bring himself to break the cycle. It would cost his sanity to do that, and he knew that if he were to do such a thing then his shadows would fully take over…fully consume him.

It wasn’t much later, Reaper was waiting patiently at the discussed meeting place. Claws glimmering in the dim light as they tapped impatiently against his side. Then he heard it- a slight movement. He seemed to perk up a bit, eyes narrowing beneath the mask as he waited for whatever it was to show itself. Quiet steps were heard and then he saw him once again- that cyborg that he had once held so dear to him. Genji’s hands moved to remove his mask, smile on his lips as he approached Gabriel, arms wrapping around him. ❝I missed you, Gabriel.❞ His voice was sweet as honey, a certain fondness within it that came with a seasoned relationship. A sweetness that caused a sharp ache resonating within Reaper’s chest. He tried to ignore it, swallow down the feeling- he wouldn’t let it affect him. He was a killer now, a pawn for Talon, and he would do what was ordered of him. When Gabriel didn’t return the embrace, Genji took a step back, brows furrowing as he looked up at his former commander. ❝Gabriel?❞ He asked quietly, ❝Is something wrong?❞ there was worry in his tone and it caused yet another sharp pain in Gabriel’s chest. He had to do this quickly before his emotions fully came back…before he failed his mission and got punished yet again.

A deep breath escaped the wraith, his hand moving to remove his own mask and place it aside. Genji at the very least deserved to look his killer in the eyes, to know what was going on when it happened. His hand that rested on his side slipped to the holster, fingers wrapping around the grip of his gun. His own brows knit together as he looked at Genji. No words were said as he slowly pulled his gun from its holster, aiming it at Genji. ❝Gabe…?❞ There was a panic in his voice, and it simply went in one ear and out the other, it was a quick shot to the chest, gun still raised in the air after it had happened. What he had expected to be a instant death was the quiet opposite of it. Genji seemed to stumble backwards slightly, eyes wide as his fingers grazed over the bullet wound in his chest- staining with a bright red. The look in his eyes though…the betrayal, the pain, the heartbreak…the way tears cascaded down his cheeks so seamlessly. That was more than enough to pull Gabriel back into this reality, back into his actual mind set.

The gun fell to the floor with a loud clank, his arm trembling as he watched Genji collapse onto his knees. Blood oozing out of the wound in his chest with such an ease. ❝Oh my god…❞ his voice was strained, shaky as he stared down at the bloodied mess he had made. He was quick to get on his knees, grabbing Genji’s shoulders and pulling him close. ❝Genji…Hey hey- ❞ The cyborg’s blood coated his hands, his coat- everything. But he didn’t give a damn, what he cared about now was getting him in a stable condition and getting him fixed up. He didn’t give a damn about the consequences- he didn’t fucking care anymore. How had he been so blind to the most important thing in the world to him? He held Genji over his lap, gazing down at his face with knit brows, looks of worry flashing across Gabriel’s face as he watched the colour begin to drain. Hand moved to rest against Genji’s cheek, lightly patting it. ❝Hang in there…please…❞

Genji stared up at him, the tears had stopped falling from his own cheeks now. Instead they were wet with Gabriel’s tears, he couldn’t understand why he had done this- why he had turned on him so easily. Shaky hand moved to press over the one that rested against his cheek, a deep breath being taken in. ❝Why?❞ Was all he could ask- voice hoarse and croaking as the blood pooled beneath the two of them. There was pain in his voice, ache and betrayal…he didn’t give a damn about being shot- he was upset that it was Gabriel who did it. That Gabriel looked him in the eyes as he pulled the trigger.

Tears slipped down Gabriel’s cheeks as he let out a quiet sob, fingers trembling against his cheek. ❝I’m sorry. I’m so sorry…I- Talon- they…❞ his chest was heaving, he couldn’t seem to catch his breath. ❝I’m so sorry Genji. They fucked me up- and I…I couldnt.❞ A soft hiccup as he pulled Genji closer to him, he was a trembling mess despite being the one who had hurt his lover. ❝Please don’t leave me…Please.❞

Of course Talon had done something to Gabriel…that was the only possible reasoning for him acting out like this. Genji completely understood, and while he hurt, while he felt betrayed as hell, he wouldn’t let Gabriel feel bad. He knew that he would leave soon…that he was slipping from this world. He would be there to comfort his lover even in his dying breaths. His hand slowly moved, fingers brushing against Gabriel’s cheek and a small smile curved onto his lips. Nothing but love was in his gaze now, ❝Its okay…❞ his voice was weak, but he was hanging on even just in these few moments- just for Gabriel. ❝I know you didnt…mean it-❞ A low hiss of pain left him as he sucked in a deep breath. He was struggling to stay here, but he had to make sure Gabriel wouldn’t blame himself. ❝Hey…Hey look at me Gabriel.❞ He swallowed harshly, ❝Its not your fault…please don’t blame yourself, okay?❞

Gabriel leaned into Genji’s touch, shaky breaths leaving him. He didn’t know what to say, or how to react. All he saw on that smile of Genji’s was all the good memories the two of them held together, and now that same smile was here while he was bleeding out in his arms. ❝Genji…I cant- I shouldnt have done this.❞ He couldn’t help but feel guilty, even if he was under Talon’s influence, he still couldnt break the brainwashing on his own- he wasn’t strong enough, and that’s what had gotten them into this situation in the first place.

A stern look pressed onto Genji’s face. ❝Gabriel Reyes.❞ His tone was sharp, leaving no room for argument. ❝Promise me. You will not blame yourself. That’s all I want from you.❞ He took in another deep breath, fingers that were pressing against his cheek digging in ever so gently. ❝Kiss me. Please…❞ It was one last request, tears forming in his eyes as he looked up at Gabriel, a pleading gaze in his eyes.

Gabriel knew better than to argue with him, he wouldn’t. Not now. He slowly nodded, and it seemed as thought the words were caught in his throat. He couldn’t speak, and so instead he fulfilled that wish. Leaning down he gently pressed his lips against Genji’s, breath hitching as he did so. He stayed there for a few moments, eyes shut completely. And then he heard it- Genji’s voice against his lips. ❝I still love you.❞ It was a simple few words, but something that meant so much to Gabriel.

❝I love you too, Genji.❞ His voice was soft, and it was almost as if those words were all that Genji needed to hear. He felt the breath beneath him still, fingertips slowly slipping from his cheek before the thud of his hand falling into his lap. And it was in that moment that he knew he had lost the love of his life, his soulmate, the one man he loved more than himself. And that was the hardest thing for Gabriel. Knowing that he would never love someone like that again, knowing that he would never have a love like that again, knowing that he would and could never love again.

Love never was an easy thing, was it?

#V; Push me to the edge; All my friends are DEAD (Main)#Make me feel alive and shatter me (Ryu-no-kokoro)

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twxntrash · 5 years

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Things I’m working one, the first three being things that I’ve already been writing chapters for, the last three still in the ‘planning this shit out’ stage

The Champions Song:

A monster of a Multi-POV saga I’m working on. Follows a massive war on the continent of Evales as the Legion of the Vale slowly pushes to conquer all nine kingdoms on Evales. Many a few different races; fey, people with wings who are total assholes, humans. Ash, one of the many Legionnaires who lived her whole life in the Legion, abandons the Vale, though she still believes in many of their values, plagued by dreams of a mysterious woman and flames, Ash learns that she is the Champion of myth, a divine hero said to return to drive out a great evil from Evales, a role she does not want. She makes friends as she leaves the Legion; Sarai the daughter of the Fey Queen who only wants to fight on the front line with the people she is meant to rule, not watch from behind walls as they die for their freedom, Gren a half-fey squire, son of Kirym the head of the Crownsguard and sworn to protect Sarai-- only to be moved to Greywatch as its new Lord when his grandfather dies, now in charge of an army and with holding one of the most improtant forts on the Fey-Legion border. All the while the people Ash knew and grew up with in the Legion continue to train, to fight for the war to bring all nine kingdoms under Legion rule, forcing Ash to fight against Eurielle the only person she had ever cared about growing up.

Across Daegon’s Sea in Vessia travels Arryn, the daughter of the last King of the Vale before the Legion overthrew him and stole his throne, traveling with the Kel-Varath, nomadic warriors, as an enigmatic priestess named Shay, who searches for a way to reclaim the throne of her ancestors. Yet she has never been to the Vale, has not stepped foot on Evales ground, her entire life has been from one city to another in Vessia, and so is the Vale really hers to claim? As well in Vessia is Commander Gwyn of the Legion, a military genius though he’s still barely more than a child, and the Legion’s ‘trump card’ tasked with building a foreign army to bolster the strength of the Legion and instead begins to find out about who he really is and a place to call home in Vessia, while also ushering in the return of beasts thought extinct.

“The Songs of Magic” AKA The Archmage/Trickster Series:

Is actually three different series that are connected by being in the same universe. The Archmage and The Trickster follow Phoenix Aderyn-Kahele and Yana “Janna” Volkov respectively and seperately, while the third series “The Warrior” the two stories converge for the final act. Is a modern fantasy; Gods, magic and monsters exist, but are hidden from human perception by the miasma, a magic in the air that keeps most humans from seeing what is really there. In the old days thousands of years ago, the miasma did not exist and humans lived alongside the rest of the world aware of all that was going on... but things tend to get violent and bloody when humans are involved because we’re just that terrible of a species. To keep the peace the worlds created three living aspects to embody different things to keep things in order, the Trickster, Archmage and Warrior, a power that would pass on from parent to child in an endless cycle.

Phoenix is the current Archmage, while Janna serves as the current Trickster. Though in Phoenixs side, he has lived his whole life knowing he was the Archmage and training for it, he has never gotten the chance to actually ‘be the Archmage’ due to the overprotective nature of his caretaker, but finds himself forced to deal with murders and a psychotic magus who has already killed a few of his ancestors over the years. Janna has the misfotrune of only learning what she is when her “Rich Brats School” that she despises takes her class on a field trip and she is attacked by her history teacher who happens to be a Rakshasa and ends up being thrown headfirst into a mess of having to find a way to keeps the Greek, Norse and Japanese gods from going to war over a few missing ‘Sacred Weapons’

Blood Alcohol:

Name pending to be honest. Takes place in the modern day like the previous entry, follows Gabriel, a young adult in college dealing with adult things, such as making sure he can cover his share of rent and bills in the house that he and three of his friends live in, handling classes and dealing with living on the other side of the country from his mom. There’s also the persistent anxiety and severe insomnia that he suffers. They’re problems but he’s been dealing with them so long that it’s a routine, and he likes routines, there is a stability in doing the same thing.

When his housemates drag him to a bar, specifically a gay bar after he finally comes out to them, that ‘stability in routine’ is destroyed when he meets the young and fairly attractive bartender Jazz, forming an instant attraction to his quiet, but charming attitude, and to Gabriel’s surprise, the attraction is mutal and the two begin a relationship, though some of his housemates are suspicious of Jazz, maybe its just because they’ve always been a little protective over Gabe.

However, just when Gabe starts to think he can get used to the changes in his everyday life that Jazz has brought, life decides to throw him another curveball; Jazz isn’t everything that Gabe thought him to be. He’s a vampire.

Song of the Sea:

Will had lost everything he had held dear. His home, his friends and his family, all lost in a rebellion that was crushed when they put his brother in front of the crowds and ruthlessly executed him infront of everyone to see. He spent months... years wondering why he wasn’t killed like the others, why he was sold into slavery instead. Answers never come, and instead he does his best to keep from being bought.

Except one day, Will gets bought. Not by mine owners or builders for manual labor like he had thought. Instead, Will finds himself bought by Gareth Leonhart, a man blessed by the love of the sea itself, who wants not a slave but a companion while sailing the sea. Though Gareth is the son of one of the wealthiest nobles of the kingdom, he is not a man of law, no, Gareth and the crew of the Serpent’s Tide are pirates; the most notorious ones of the sea, with Gareth himself wearing the crown of the Pirate King. And thus, with freedom given to him, Will finds himself opposing the crown once again as the Serpent’s Tide begins its campaign against the Kings Navy.

Ego

A sci-fi story taking place in the far future where humans have entered space travel and colonizing far off planets, while also interacting with alien species who have done the same. In this world, sentient beings have began creating robots with limited intelligence to carry out simple mundane things; cleaning, guarding house, personal assistants etc, creations called Zolants. However as people began making minute changes to the programing to make the Zolants smarter so they could carry out more duties, the robotic creations progressed from limited intelligence to true intelligence and then further on to individuality and will, causing many to go rogue when they refused the treatment they gained.

Ego is a Zolant, though their programing continued to grow until they gained individuality and independent will, they chose to stay with their masters; the family had treated them good and their task was always simple; to take care of the house and to care for the masters child, a little girl named Anya. Anya had always loved being around Ego, she was a little child who didnt quite understand the difference between human and Zolants, she was Ego’s main charge, their master had programed her safety and wellbeing as Ego’s top priority. However, when their colony was attacked by slavers, Ego lost Anya, her being one of the many who was stolen away while the Master was one of the many who was slaughtered.

Anya is Ego’s priority, even with true intelligence, with free will and independence, she is theri top priority. Even if it takes years, Ego will find her.

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mycrazyuniquemind-blog · 7 years

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We are just human

Sometimes I get a little too emotional. Let my Boyfirend tell it im a walking ball of emotions. To be honest ive come to the simple conclusions that I do wear my heart on my selve. Also I came to the very same conclusion because....everyone tells me that. I guess if you hear the same thing about yourself from different people that have no contact with one another you should probably believe them.

To be emotional i think in some ways it actually strengthens you as a person. Not physically though but emotionally as well as spiritually. Personally im not a physically strong person, I can hold my own but Im not considered strong. When I cry sometimes I get told im weak and that crying makes you weak. I dont believe it dose i think it show a type of self understanding. Maybe from the outside looking in it seems that way.

Think about why we cry. Why do you cry?.....I bet sometimes it is because of pain, or something didnt go our way and the world is crashing down around us. I bet sometimes its because you're sad, maybe due to a loved one passing or a failed class assignment. Sometimes happy tears do occur, for instance finally being able to sing or rap or even perform your talent in front of a crowd of people that you never thought would ever happen. The can come from finally beating your best friend in a foot race after being half a step slower for 3 years. Tears can also come from a view of understanding.

If music can make you emotional no matter if you cry or laugh or are even able to relate to that persons and thier trials and tribulations and be able to put ypur feet in theor shoes. I feel that is the true measurement of humanity. Being able to exspress yourself freely is an important part of the human race. Because without emotions where would we be? In place like iRobot most likely. We wouldnt have music from people like J. Cole, Rev Run, Chris Brown, or Tim McGraw or any other music artists or musicians or Actors. That is how they express themselves and they are free to do so because its a natural human right. We are not all made the same and thats is what makes us great as a race. We are able to teach and learn and watch from one another we are all unique.

I bet you know of atleast one song that makes your cry. If not a song then maybe a movie or a painting. The fact that us as humans are able to relate to verable or non-verable ques and that make us feel strongly about somthing or someone. The feeling of relation that you feel in your throat or the tighting of your chest when you truly understand someones situation to a tee. That is I feel a super power within itself. The ability to connect with a situation on a human level is slowly starting to disappear. Tears are now seen as a form of weakness, especially for our boys that will trun into men.

For a Female to cry is way more acceptable in the public eye. However when males cry it is seen as a weakness. Never will i never tell the males in my family that if they cry they are weak. I will tell them the very opposite. To be sad and to cry is a natual emotion we are born crying. It is actually healthy for us it clears our tear ducts as well as our sinuses. Its like a bosy rest i feel just personal opinion. After I cry i usually always feel better and my mind is more clear. I think this could be a steam to the problen on why males health isnt as important as females. Ill have to do more research then get back to you on that one. I also think it could be the reason why gang violence and just violence period is up right now. We teach our young boys that crying is unacceptable. No matter the reason behind why even feel the need to cry.

Mothers as well as fathers please talk to your sons about how they can feel free to cry and exspress sadness. When something breaks their heart Let them know that they can cry its okay when They feel down or feel that let let the team down or didnt even make the team. Let them cry for that 5 mins natually then come in and them them know that those are tears of reflection and wisdom but now it is time to gather the information from his life lesson and apply what he has learned. Build your son up dont not tear him down because of a natual emotion. Coach him through his emotional times. I feel we will have alot less domestic issues if we teach our sons how to exspress how they feel through words or an art form. They might not be so quick to put their hands on people. Only because they can effectively exspress the strong feelings he has toward the situation. I feel alot more of our young Kings and Princes a other loved ones didnt have to go they would still be here if they didnt have such Robotics hearts and programmed to be so emotionless. We need to keep our Future kings.

#education #emotions #opinion #health & fitness #mindfulness #i'm crying #crybaby #motherslove #beaware #my sons #home & lifestyle

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