Prompt Post Round 1
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Bonus points if it leads to Wheatley starting to look at Chell in a new light and growing completely confused - but aroused - by these new feelings.
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I may take on this prompt! something to write after my last test tomorrow
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I WAS KINDA ANTICIPATING MALE!WHEATLEY BUT HEY IT'S UP TO AUTHORANON.
ps this isnt the person who requested it lol.
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I know this is a kink meme, but there's been at least one request for fluff as a kink. Do you guys want some relationship building or shall we just jump to the smut? I can go either way and I'm a bit undecided on which way to take this.
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One and...Time passes and still his voice buzzes constantly in the back of her processors. She tunes it out at first, metaphorically swats it away with testing, like a hand brushing away a mosquito. But it's still there, faint and staticky with distance, reminding her more and more of how much she hates him ( ... )
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Time passes and he can't remember a world without his own screams shuddering out of his tiny metal body.
He didn't ask why, he couldn't have anyway, but he knows. This is no less than what he deserves and he feels it is somehow fitting that she will push him until all of his circuits overload and he ceases to be. Somewhere behind the agony, he feels the place where they are connected and senses a spark of familiar euphoria. If some of his screams of pain gurgle with the faintest note of pleasure she doesn't mention it.
When the pain stops he lets loose a startled yelp. In its absence he can feel a faint, empty itch inside her. Her voice, the first time she's spoken to him since she severed their tie and sent him hurtling through space, makes him tremble weakly, sparks drifting out of his abused wires.
What are you afraid of?It is worse than any simulated pain and it echoes inside him, building until he can't withstand the pressure of her question. She digs into him for the answer and he knows she's had it long before ( ... )
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He's not dead, not really, and that's not good enough.
The silence is nice, gives her time to really think again. She now knows about brain mapping and the creation of AI and it occurs to her that there is a way to make sure he really dies. But first, he must really live.
There are hundreds of bodies at her disposal, and a few with just the right amount of damage. The brains can control the basic motor skills necessary to keep the bodies going but the consciousness is gone. It is now just a matter of preference and she finds one that is suitably pathetic (more so than the average human, anyway) for her purposes.
HimHe comes back on line to a pain he can't even scream through, bathed in yellow light. There is a heaviness and a strangeness to him that wasn't there before but he can't comprehend it, can't even see right or move enough to know where he is. Flesh quivers and he is assaulted by foreign sensations. She is holding him in her cables, just enough points of contact to keep him alive as he dangles, helpless ( ... )
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His body is soft and shaking and fragile, but she recognizes him regardless. The name take makes her smirk; the machine can never resist an opportunity to make a jab at her when it's presented. It has become somewhat endearing. How he came to be as he is now she can't imagine but she's seen stranger things and knows he will tell her what he can when he can.
It's easy to forgive him when he looks so pathetic. Not that she ever harbored much resentment in the first place; it wasn't his fault. The first thing he does upon waking is apologize and cry then apologize for crying. She smiles and wipes his face with an old rag and tries to make him comfortable against what surely must be a lot of pain (the wound in his head oozes a small amount of blood still).
Sometime in the night, after they've found shelter, he wakes in her lap whimpering. He's never dreamed before and she does her best to comfort him, making small soothing noises and pillowing his cheek against her breast.
A Little...The sun rises and sets a few times, a ( ... )
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