Chell/Wheatley, AU endgame
anonymous
May 10 2011, 09:38:07 UTC
Instead of leaving Wheatley to drift in space and letting Chell simply leave, GLaDOS sees a chance to punish them both by rescuing Wheatley and putting him in the body of a human who was in cryo sleep. Nothing's worse than being forced to wander around the middle of nowhere with the world's biggest idiot to torment you, right?
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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anonymous
May 14 2011, 06:10:39 UTC
This is ridiculously and incredibly sweet and I'm really enjoying reading it. I love the unique format and POV shifts, and Wheatley is just so believably vulnerable as a human. ..and the last part was hot. I love that he does not understand orgasms at all - very nice touch (lol).
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anonymous
May 14 2011, 12:49:59 UTC
Oh my God, writeanon...this is so much more than the average fill, and that is saying something for this meme; it's beautiful and poetic and downright heartwrenching in every single way. I cannot possibly adequately praise your Wheatley's childlike innocence and the piercing bittersweetness of his arrival to the human condition enough without writing something as long as this fill. So I won't try, and you'll just have to rest in my assurance that this passes straight beyond arousing any physical part of me, and directly touches my soul.
Until the End - 5
anonymous
May 15 2011, 07:33:41 UTC
I was going to wait until I had a little more, but you wonderful, lovely people make it hard to wait. You guys are fantastic, absolutely brilliant. Thank you all!
Under the SunThere is no rain for days, though the sky is cloudy. She watches him from the corner of an eye, smiling inside. He has become uncharacteristically quiet, attempting to start some speech only for the words to die when he looks at her, his face going red and his brows knitted with confusion. She feels a little bad for him, but not as much as she would have thought
( ... )
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anonymous
May 18 2011, 04:20:27 UTC
God, I just adore how you describe his confusion and wonder at himself and at what she can do. This is absolutely heartwarming and nice and everything I could hope for in a human-transformation fic (of which there are many bad ones, but this is a shining, brilliant example of a good one--understated, realistic, with just the right amount of emotion and humor).
Also because we are all anonymous here I will go ahead and admit that the picture you painted of him 'working it out' (shifting hands and tensing shoulders and all) is fucking hot.
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anonymous
May 18 2011, 07:17:28 UTC
Writeanon here: you guys make me wish I had more to post right now (technically, I might, but it's even shorter than this and I'm not sure if I want to add on to it first)! Thank you so much! Also, huzzah, I can write sexy things after all! This calls for a celebratory jig.
Until the End - 6
anonymous
May 21 2011, 09:15:17 UTC
Okay, at my current rate it's going to take forever for me to get the next bit written, so here is this part to tide you guys over. I've got maybe two or three scenes left, but the next one wants to be big and steamy which takes more energy than I've got at present. So, uh, enjoy this little bit of fluff and thank you all for being patient! :)
...In the WindThey come to an abandoned city and she knows her way through it. It takes two days to reach a decrepit housing complex. The sad droop of her shoulders isn't worth the walk, he thinks. She drifts around the building, looking up sadly into a specific window, but it's too run-down to safely go inside
( ... )
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anonymous
May 25 2011, 17:39:01 UTC
More small snippets of greatness. Here I am, being tided over. Just standing over the tide. Yep. Not desperate with want for the rest of this story at all, just washed away in the tide. No pressure.
Until the End - 7
anonymous
May 27 2011, 06:33:49 UTC
The tide's in and I hope it was worth the wait. :) This marks the third occasion I've ever written anything like this, so apologies if it's missing anything.
CrescendoHe's connecting the dots, tracing his index finger up her arm from one pock mark to the next
( ... )
Until the End - 8
anonymous
May 27 2011, 06:35:02 UTC
She slides her free hand over his thigh, smoothing down the wrinkles in his jumpsuit with a firm pressure.
"You're...doing this on purpose, aren't you?" His voice is a little strained, his hand hot against the bare skin under her shirt.
She tilts her head, grinning, and looks him in the eye from the corner of her own. He shifts, pulling her closer, his hand sliding a little lower. One finger brushes over a taut nipple, then two.
"So you wouldn't mind if I do...this?" he rolls the nipple between his fingers and carefully slides his free hand down her side. "Where else do you have scars?"
His hand slips under the hem of her shirt and she guides it over one hip, his fingers trailing over the track left by stitches. The other hand is tentatively exploring her breasts, cupping and lifting one before carefully drifting to the other or sliding between them. He curls over her, completely engrossed, breathing into her hair.
"These...this...you are amazing..." he murmurs to himself
( ... )
Until the End - 9 (end)
anonymous
May 27 2011, 06:37:40 UTC
Uncertain, he finds himself lying in the grass, seeing a halo of sky and leaves shifting around her beautiful face. He doesn't really know what to do with his hands but when he finds them resting against smooth, bare skin his mouth goes inexplicably dry. An incredulous squeak escapes him, masking the sound of a zipper sliding free
( ... )
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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Can't wait for more!
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Under the SunThere is no rain for days, though the sky is cloudy. She watches him from the corner of an eye, smiling inside. He has become uncharacteristically quiet, attempting to start some speech only for the words to die when he looks at her, his face going red and his brows knitted with confusion. She feels a little bad for him, but not as much as she would have thought ( ... )
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Also because we are all anonymous here I will go ahead and admit that the picture you painted of him 'working it out' (shifting hands and tensing shoulders and all) is fucking hot.
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...In the WindThey come to an abandoned city and she knows her way through it. It takes two days to reach a decrepit housing complex. The sad droop of her shoulders isn't worth the walk, he thinks. She drifts around the building, looking up sadly into a specific window, but it's too run-down to safely go inside ( ... )
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CrescendoHe's connecting the dots, tracing his index finger up her arm from one pock mark to the next ( ... )
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"You're...doing this on purpose, aren't you?" His voice is a little strained, his hand hot against the bare skin under her shirt.
She tilts her head, grinning, and looks him in the eye from the corner of her own. He shifts, pulling her closer, his hand sliding a little lower. One finger brushes over a taut nipple, then two.
"So you wouldn't mind if I do...this?" he rolls the nipple between his fingers and carefully slides his free hand down her side. "Where else do you have scars?"
His hand slips under the hem of her shirt and she guides it over one hip, his fingers trailing over the track left by stitches. The other hand is tentatively exploring her breasts, cupping and lifting one before carefully drifting to the other or sliding between them. He curls over her, completely engrossed, breathing into her hair.
"These...this...you are amazing..." he murmurs to himself ( ... )
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