Wheatley is an intelligence dampening sphere. However, he doesn't seem to be completely and entirely a moron himself. Aperture made him, and they are notoriously bad at making things that fulfill their proper function.
The reason he actually worked as an intelligence dampener? He's adorable. We all know that. The thing is, GLaDOS thinks so too. And being around and interacting with a cute thing makes you an idiot. Of course, she wouldn't admit it, so she calls him a moron.
So! Fic of GLaDOS finding Wheatley adorable, and it being a guilty pleasure.
(it's been forever since I filled a request please be gentle)
A bouquet of weeds, jammed directly into her keyboard console.
Trembling with rage, GLaDOS ripped them out, one by one, cursing herself for ever thinking it was safe to go into sleep mode with that idiot wandering the premises on his stupid rail that was supposed to prevent him from going into unauthorized places.
Supposed to.
Somehow he had managed to not only continue his bizarre, humanesque wooing rituals against her direct demands, he managed to break something every. Single. TimeSnatch. Toss. Crssp, incinerator. Snatch. Toss. Rinse and repeat. "Everysingletime!" she voiced, her artificial growls echoing off the stark white walls of her lair- of her ROOM. Not a lair, because calling it a lair was stupid, like she was some- some card carrying villain instead of an intrepid explorer into the unknown
( ... )
As poster of the original prompt, just wanted to say, GOOD JOB. Thumbs up. All those little flattering things that will hopefully convince you to write more. :3
Seriously, this is adorable. Darn Wheatleys and their adorable-ness. Aderpable? IDK
Orgasm denial - Wheatley as top
anonymous
June 21 2011, 14:42:08 UTC
Wheatley works out what the human equivalent of the Itch is, brings Chell to his lair, and proceeds to show her exactly what it feels like when she doesn't press his buttons when he needs her to (preferably involving tentacles). The outcome is up to you.
OP here, and , having thought about it a little more, I'd like this to be a fic with sphere!Wheatley, where he doesn't gain any physical pleasure at all from what he's doing (unless Chell happens to solve a test along the way), but just gets off on the power.
Chell wordlessly strode towards her goal-- a measly little acid pit stood between her and the comically oversized button. A cube-- a companion cube, even, a proper one, and not one of those grotesque half turret/half cube things that kept scurrying away when she placed them down-- sat only a few feet away, awaiting her to move it. Lovingly, gently
( ... )
Chell wasn't sure how long it had been since she'd gone out. Minutes. Hours. Time meant nothing. Her eyes fluttered open, but it did little to help her see. The room she was in was pitch black, no trace of the artificial sunlight that flooded the facility at all hours of the day.
Disorientated, she licked her dried out lips and attempted to move. Her arms were heavy, so heavy and meeting resistance. Something was weighing her down, and even if she had the strength to move she could feet a pull at her wrist. Something was woven around her limbs.
Her toes were cold.
She wiggled them experimentally. The long fall boots were gone.
“Oh, good, you're awake!” Wheatley's voice boomed, chipper as always. Chell winced away from the sound, and the light that followed after her.
She was upside down.
No, he was. He was upside down, and he was really here and staring at him.
”I thought maybe I had killed you, which would have been... bad. Yes. I mean, I do want you dead,” he assured her. “Just not yet.Chell's jaw tightened and she glared
( ... )
Evil!Wheatley/Chell: final boss sex
anonymous
June 21 2011, 18:22:24 UTC
Chell has made it TO HIS LAIR, but Wheatley watched the old videos of Chell killing GlaDOS and isn't going to make the same mistakes...
So the prompt is this: Wheatley comes up with a four-part plan to _thoroughly_ seduce Chell. The four parts are entirely up to you, anon. However, true to the story, they don't go exactly as planned, be it Chell taking control of the sexy times, GlaDOS interfering--be creative if you wish. It just must lead into the unexpected and amazingly epic part five (the details of which are also up to you) that Wheatley conveniently forgot to mention.
I don't care what kind of form you give Wheatley, sphere, human, android, whatever. I just need chaotic evil Wheatley more preoccupied with sexy showdowns than with nuclear meltdown mmkay.
Bonus points if you manage to have Wheatley still do some form of boss banter.
Chell/Wheatley Jealousy
anonymous
June 23 2011, 08:00:53 UTC
Sort of AU in which Chell manages to pull Wheatley out of space and get him on the elevator with her as GLaDOS kicks her out.
Sometime after leaving the facility, Chell, Wheatley, and the singed companion cube that was sputtered out at the tail end of the game find a place on the surface to settle down. But Wheatley gets a bit jealous of the companion cube, as it was there for her first and it never betrayed her.
It can go however you want, him angrily talking to cubey, glaring as she cleans it up, and so on. Chell may or may not be listening in as he rants at it. Any rating is fine, can be friendship or romantic.
Only thing Anon asks is that a happy ending is preferred.
Re: Chell/Wheatley Jealousy
anonymous
July 13 2011, 07:52:02 UTC
Dang, this one's giving me an idea-tadpole, too. This keeps up and my brain will become a lily pond of hilarity potential. I'll get back to you on this.
Second-Class Citizen part 1
anonymous
July 15 2011, 10:44:08 UTC
A/N: Wow, I'm only on the first part and already I get the feeling that this story is getting away from me.Finally, after so many trials and failures and near-death experiences, he had freedom and so did she. It had really come down to the wire, too. Almost literally, even. Now that they were out and putting as much distance between themselves and the facility as they possibly could in a day, Wheatley was still wondering what had made Chell hold onto him in the end, keeping him from flying off into outer space. Hadn’t he been absolutely monstrous to her? He’d even gone as far as throwing bombs at her, hurling verbal abuse just as rapidly while staring her in the face, but here she was carrying his once-again tiny little body across the vast expanse of golden yellow vegetation, showing no sign that she would drop him anytime soon. He’d tried asking her about it as soon as they were out of the lift shaft, but she’d just given him a strange, unreadable look that left him feeling particularly unfulfilled. He’d tried asking her
( ... )
Second-Class Citizen part 1.5
anonymous
July 15 2011, 10:46:26 UTC
A/N: Damn character limit. Also, sorry about the text hunks. There's no dialogue, so I wasn't sure how else to format this.
A few minutes into her rest, Chell lifted Wheatley up to set him beside her on the outspread jumpsuit while she removed her long fall boots. Wheatley kept his optic trained on all the movement, watching as Chell undid the straps and slid the skin-tight boots off. The inner parts of the boots had left nasty red lines and blotches on her skin that Wheatley couldn’t help but recoil from.
“Oh, luv, those red spots look awful. Do they hurt?” Chell hesitated before nodding her head up and down. “Oh, they look like they really do. Are you happy to finally get those boots off?” Another nod. “Yeah, it really shows.” Chell lifted her eyebrows in mild surprise as Wheatley’s voice began to quiet down, his tone uncharacteristically somber. “Was that bothering you all the time you were testing? You could’ve said something, luv. Or, well, you know, jumped up and down and waved or something to get my attention
( ... )
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The reason he actually worked as an intelligence dampener? He's adorable. We all know that. The thing is, GLaDOS thinks so too. And being around and interacting with a cute thing makes you an idiot. Of course, she wouldn't admit it, so she calls him a moron.
So! Fic of GLaDOS finding Wheatley adorable, and it being a guilty pleasure.
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A bouquet of weeds, jammed directly into her keyboard console.
Trembling with rage, GLaDOS ripped them out, one by one, cursing herself for ever thinking it was safe to go into sleep mode with that idiot wandering the premises on his stupid rail that was supposed to prevent him from going into unauthorized places.
Supposed to.
Somehow he had managed to not only continue his bizarre, humanesque wooing rituals against her direct demands, he managed to break something every. Single. TimeSnatch. Toss. Crssp, incinerator. Snatch. Toss. Rinse and repeat. "Everysingletime!" she voiced, her artificial growls echoing off the stark white walls of her lair- of her ROOM. Not a lair, because calling it a lair was stupid, like she was some- some card carrying villain instead of an intrepid explorer into the unknown ( ... )
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Seriously, this is adorable. Darn Wheatleys and their adorable-ness. Aderpable? IDK
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OP here, and , having thought about it a little more, I'd like this to be a fic with sphere!Wheatley, where he doesn't gain any physical pleasure at all from what he's doing (unless Chell happens to solve a test along the way), but just gets off on the power.
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This test was laughably easy.
He wasn't even trying.
Or maybe he was.
Wow, that's... pathetic.
Chell wordlessly strode towards her goal-- a measly little acid pit stood between her and the comically oversized button. A cube-- a companion cube, even, a proper one, and not one of those grotesque half turret/half cube things that kept scurrying away when she placed them down-- sat only a few feet away, awaiting her to move it. Lovingly, gently ( ... )
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Disorientated, she licked her dried out lips and attempted to move. Her arms were heavy, so heavy and meeting resistance. Something was weighing her down, and even if she had the strength to move she could feet a pull at her wrist. Something was woven around her limbs.
Her toes were cold.
She wiggled them experimentally. The long fall boots were gone.
“Oh, good, you're awake!” Wheatley's voice boomed, chipper as always. Chell winced away from the sound, and the light that followed after her.
She was upside down.
No, he was. He was upside down, and he was really here and staring at him.
”I thought maybe I had killed you, which would have been... bad. Yes. I mean, I do want you dead,” he assured her. “Just not yet.Chell's jaw tightened and she glared ( ... )
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So the prompt is this: Wheatley comes up with a four-part plan to _thoroughly_ seduce Chell. The four parts are entirely up to you, anon. However, true to the story, they don't go exactly as planned, be it Chell taking control of the sexy times, GlaDOS interfering--be creative if you wish. It just must lead into the unexpected and amazingly epic part five (the details of which are also up to you) that Wheatley conveniently forgot to mention.
I don't care what kind of form you give Wheatley, sphere, human, android, whatever. I just need chaotic evil Wheatley more preoccupied with sexy showdowns than with nuclear meltdown mmkay.
Bonus points if you manage to have Wheatley still do some form of boss banter.
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Sometime after leaving the facility, Chell, Wheatley, and the singed companion cube that was sputtered out at the tail end of the game find a place on the surface to settle down. But Wheatley gets a bit jealous of the companion cube, as it was there for her first and it never betrayed her.
It can go however you want, him angrily talking to cubey, glaring as she cleans it up, and so on. Chell may or may not be listening in as he rants at it. Any rating is fine, can be friendship or romantic.
Only thing Anon asks is that a happy ending is preferred.
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A few minutes into her rest, Chell lifted Wheatley up to set him beside her on the outspread jumpsuit while she removed her long fall boots. Wheatley kept his optic trained on all the movement, watching as Chell undid the straps and slid the skin-tight boots off. The inner parts of the boots had left nasty red lines and blotches on her skin that Wheatley couldn’t help but recoil from.
“Oh, luv, those red spots look awful. Do they hurt?” Chell hesitated before nodding her head up and down. “Oh, they look like they really do. Are you happy to finally get those boots off?” Another nod. “Yeah, it really shows.” Chell lifted her eyebrows in mild surprise as Wheatley’s voice began to quiet down, his tone uncharacteristically somber. “Was that bothering you all the time you were testing? You could’ve said something, luv. Or, well, you know, jumped up and down and waved or something to get my attention ( ... )
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