⊹₊✎ ⋆A/N 1): Huge Credit to @circuscarnage for their Entry that inspired this Imagine + gave their own input in!!! (also sry it took awhile to finish)
❥What to know ⤵︎
pairing! ❥ current!meta!Emre x ow!Agent!Reader
Wordcount: 1.674
Tags! ❥ featuring: Sojourn, Brigitte + Wuyang!!, Angst but also not the way u think, potentially doomed Love between you and Emre!! or maybe not!!
WARNING -> Graphic Depiction of Violence, hemoptysis(coughing blood), heavily sustained Injuries, Reader is badly hurt
You and Emre?
After having been impromptu assigned Together for a disaster that was one particular Mission, had become a known duo within Overwatch eversince.
Besides his good looks, welcoming personality and his Mohawk having become your easiest Target to tease, what had actually sealed the Deal for you, as bit of a cliché it may sound, was just how made for eachother you two were.
There was no Eye of any Storm that wasnt concourable when you two would pair up. No Casulty unsalvagable when having had eachothers Backs.
Yeah, you guys had something special.
Infact, that Chemistry of yours had been praised as the honored example of how Teamwork should look within the Overwatch Divisions.
Oh, how you loved using that Praise. Every single time and without fail, when going up against any silly banter there was between your Friends. Never taking it personally when they had denied your clear and obvious Victory over what ever the Groups banter had been about.
When the rare occasion did arrise, of you two having been assigned seperatly, always got the other one little souvenirs from your Missions. It was always disscussed how neither of you needed to bring the other something, yet always laughed together from never listening to eachother...
...Honestly, there seem to be just too many Memories you two have made in your Time together on Overwatch, time together as a Duo. An Item.
Those Late Night On-Calls Together. Their Conversation and Air as comfortable they may have been, carried this certain Tension left unspoken between you two. To shy to mention it.
You cant help feeling "...lightheaded", when you recall that time Emre would drive you around Gibraltar on his Motorcycle. Especially how he would rev the Motor while speeding up on purpose? Asshole.
A 2-in-1 Deal on showing you off towards anyone you two had left in the dust while making your "!!Heart rac..."e. Oh, and how he loved doing that to you. Maybe, really just theorizing here, Emre often got into trouble on your Accorde just on wanting to m "ake up!! pl-" for it later.
Oh God, but thats not exactly something you want to think of right now. Youre currently On-Duty and all, better focus up!
But.. Emre, huh? You cant help feeling bittersweet over him. As he was the best Partner you had ever been teamed-up with, there is just this slight bitter taste in your Mouth over things not having developed as you wouldve liked, past that.
Past all the Formalities, the coy Smiles, dodging your Coworkers teasing over you two while having jokingly brushed it off.
" ... F.. Wak. p... !! "
...But that was years ago-
"-AKE U-"
--You cant breathe. Youre strangely unable to move.
Bit of a tough luck you seem to be having. As your frantic Attempts on trying to gasp for Air get blocked by you coughing up Blood, the added Reason to your frenzy; The harsh, bright Light up to your Eyes and the deafening Rumble you cant seem to make out.
It hurts to breathe, to move. You struggle. What have you been training for all these Years, if not for this Moment alone?
You better sober up Agent and do it fast.
What you know of so far, is your current supine Position, deducting from how your Bodys own Reflex made your Head far extend to the Side. Whatever is blocking your Airways, giving it a better chance on it escaping from there and your Chance of survival. If you even have a shot, that is.
You seem to be capable on moving your Arms, so you do. However which leaves you to no avail as they cant seem to stretch as far as you wouldve hoped. Though, the numbness of your Hands doesnt hinder you on discovering something solid hovering right above. Despite your Struggle, unable on pushing it away.
"Stay with me, Dammitjust- Stay. With. Me"
A Voice. Its Origin coming from anywhere but your own Head, surrounds you. Paying attention to it seemed like a smart move, if only the Pain wasnt debilitating you to the point of your Mind fading blank.
Wait. Pain?
Pain, where? coming from where? Your Throat? Is that why you cant breath?
Harsh attempts between breathing and trying to gurgle out whatever seemed to block your Airways, the Reason as to why you've been streching your Neck as far to your side as you could all this time, that you only recognised the taste. The metalic Taste of Blood, as youre fighting so hard against it to not continue seeping down your Throat. Wherever the Hell it came from.
Noting the Boulder above you, something must have fallen on top of you. Something large. Anything resembling of heavy Structures flashing before your Mind. Hitting and pushing didn't do shit for you as it continued to stay right there. Seemingly taunting you how you didnt have the strenght to conquer it.
Should you continue hitting the Boulder? God, you can't think straight.. weren't you supposed to cover your Head in-case of an Earthquake? Despite your desperate, weak hits from your left hand curled up into the idea of a Fist, maybe its a good thing that whatever is there, seemed to be atleast strong enough as to hold itself where it had fallen before you.
One thing is certain: You need help. Clearly. You need to find help, Anyone. Anything, any Human or Omnic at the Base.
Going additionally against and over everything you had been taught on First-Aid-Safety on the Field. You jerk your Body in an attempt of lying on your Side with the Goal on Positioning yourself prone. Atleast, that way you imagine on regulating your Breathing better by spitting the Blood from your Oropharynx.
"DONT MOVE-" -The sudden White flashing before your Eyes, making them snap open. The Shock from taking in the unexpected Scenary wasnt why you froze, however.
Horrifying Waves from your Knee, didnt seem likely to be causing your Oxygen Struggle. Its your Chest. Chest. Chest. Armour. Ribbcage.. Lung! Its your Lung. A part of your broken Ribbs punctured your Lung! Thats why you have a hard time breathing! explains the Blood too.
Your Victory on deducing the Cause of your Pain, instead with satisfaction, unfortunatly still leaves you on quickly needing to mend your Viability on not turning Fatal.
Pressing your left Hand against the right Side of your Chest, Reflexes of your Military training gracing you; does Nothing. Yet you still hold on, pressing and whatever could help in-theorie stabilize your current State, for your life really is depending on it.
Your Life. Apart of its gloriouse Days and golden age, you really did dream of spending it with him. You see it, you finally after so long, you see him again. Maybe having expected more of a welcoming smile, rather getting yelled out.
"FUCKING- stop moving alr-!!"
He's aged a bit. New look? Oh, he's always been the one to try out something new. "Look!! your tea- there is- I can hear people out there, okay? Im getting you out! So just--". The grey Streaks look quite sexy on him, admitting to yourself in-thought.
Your "Boulder" infront of you, all this time. Emre. Your Emre. In your mind, grinning to yourself over certain memories flodding back to you over having him above you again. Though now is really "-not your fucking Time! You hear me?!" over these inapropriate thematics.
You try to say his Name. With any Attempt thats still left within your Body and not having joined the rest of it on the dusted, Concrete Remains you two lay, ever the Romantics, on and under. Was it that fuzzy feeling in your Chest that has knocked all the Wind out off you that you cant say his Name? Why cant you hear yourself?
Comfort on having seen him, you slowley fade to sleep. Planning on conversing with him when you feel more energized.
He watched in Horror as you continued oozing the Blood from your Mouth. You weren't even looking at him anymore from the disgusting Way your Eyes had rolled back. You had stopped fighting from, by the looks of it, your open Mouth pooling the Blood inside of it. There were no sounds, gurgling, heaving. You stopped fighting and he can't do anything besides starring at you dumbfoundedly.
What was for you, remembering a silly Crush, was for him seeing his own beneath him. Dying.
You're Dying.
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Sojourn yelled out, louder than the last Times. "Where leaving no one Behind! Again: Open Fire!". On command, the rest of the gathered Agents, along with Brigitte and the newest recruite Wuyang; were all firing on what seemed to be the Remains of Wintson's old Office. The last Place your Tag gave off your Location from.
By some means on having striked luck, besides their Weapons having hammered on Concrete from all their Attempts, some of the Metal's Strukture had finally, finally broken off lose. Though the Prize left your Peers their Stomache turning.
"Oh my god-", Brigs eyes were tearing up on seeing your repulsive Body, heaving, needing Air from the Shock. "Is-", before asking anything Sojourn had already cut her off. Reminding her to not loose herself. Both of them together had grabbed you with the plan on getting you to Mercy as soon as they could. Laying there, alone, in your own pool of Blood, seemingly half dried but alas, making it easier as you practically slid on the Concrete.
Wuyang couldnt do anything but stare in Shock and holding his own Breath. Less than four hours ago, you guys were talking about your favourite games. He remembers how cool he thought you were from your Battle scars and Stories you had gloated to him jokingly. Which was four, hours, ago. He was warned how gruesome things could get, front lines in an on-going Omnic Crisis. But not this Soon.
"Move, move, move!". Already a Strechter on-Scene, Brigitte had to hold herself from Vomitting as all three of them were holding on the Strechter's railing while racing towards the Ship Echo should have probably parked close-by.
To their avail, Mercy was still in Switzerland, making the flight between the Headquarters and to her approximately seven Hours.
Seven hours you dont have.
Yet Sojourn didnt dare on calling your Time. Not before having tried her fucking hardest, that is.
They wont leave you to die. Like he seemed to have done.
...
My Overwatch Masterlist :>!!
⊹₊✎ ⋆ A/N 2): Btw, yes u will live. Also, it really is true that Gibralter and Switzerland r like 7h away by flight!! little fun fact
A short fic for Emre! <3
Pairing: Emre x F!Reader
feat. Chernobog (stinky)
Our AI Chernobog might be OOC, but I HC that the AI has full conciousness (considering its very highly advanced) almost kind of like Venom/Eddie type thing.
Cw: slight angst?? Hinted thoughts of suicide???
A peaceful night of rest was rare nowadays. It started feeling like a distant luxury, one that Emre could not afford. Too many times had he woken up in the middle of the night, his mind filled with nightmares, memories that were foggy. The constant whispering of chernobog plagued him, a constant reminder of what had happened to him. A reminder he would never be whole again, no matter how hard he tried to ignore it. But it seemed there was one place where he could almost feel as if that voice quieted, where he could act as if he was his old self. A man whose smile reached his eyes, a man who wasn’t filled with cybernetics and terrors. Someone who didn’t have the blood of hundreds on his palms.
That place was besides you, it had always been beside you and it will most likely be until the very end. His head turned to look at you, sleeping peacefully on the bed they both shared. The sight almost made him chuckle, how could you sleep so peacefully next to a mess like him? Someone who struggled to contain the AI stuck on his chest. Someone who could snap at any moment and put your life in danger? It scared him, it really did. He could never forgive himself if he was the reason… the reason you died.
His eyes stared back at the floor, brows furrowing as he closed them in thought. He then stood up and walked out of your shared bedroom, walking to the living room, staring at the city through the large windows. Large cities never sleep. He could see all the neon signs, hologram advertisements and the cars floating by down at the highways. He was nervous, stressed. It had been too quiet tonight, everything felt too perfect. He felt as if he was walking on a delicate thread, where one misstep could snap it.
Pikku tyttöystäväsi on vain hidaste… Emre
His eyes snapped open. No… that voice, he let out a groan as his head immediately started hurting, both of his hands flying to his head, gripping his hair. He struggled against it, no matter how much it hurt him, he couldn’t.. he couldn’t lose control.
We have a mission… You cannot allow any distractions… Chernobog would continue to speak in that painful distorted voice in Emre’s mind, fighting to control its host.
“N-no! Stop! She isn’t a distraction! I cannot allow her to be harmed- not by anyone, not by you!” Emre growled, his eyes flashing in yellow, the tips of his fingers turning black and orange. A sign of Chernobog trying to take control.
Olet niin heikko.. Your judgement is clouded because of her…
Emre yelled out, falling to his knees, eyes screwed shut, teeth grinding together.
“aklımdan çık!!”
Emre!
Pettymys
Emre!!
OBEY!!
“EMRE!”
His eyes snapped open, all traces of chernobog taking control disappearing, except for the obvious eyes on his chest, though the glow seemed to dimmer just as the voices slowly quieted in his head. He turned his head, seeing you sitting next to him, a hand on his shoulder, the other holding his hand. The look on your face felt like a stab in the heart. Those sweet innocent eyes of yours filled with terror, lip trembling just slightly.
“Emre…” You whispered to him, quickly throwing your hands around his neck, burying your face into his neck, leaning against him.
He was shocked. Why would you willingly leave yourself so open… so vulnerable to him. He was a monster, a man turned into a killing machine. Yet you seemed to look past all of it, you still saw the same Emre Sarioglu you met all those years ago.
That’s right… His name was Emre Sarioglu.
He carefully wrapped his arms around you, holding you close to him. He was scared to use any of his strength, he was afraid he would break you like a delicate vase. But oh how he yearned to have you close to him now, to breathe in your scent, feel the touch of your skin against his cold metallic parts.
“(Name)... My dearest, my heart…” He whimpered.
“It’s okay baby. I’m here, it’s okay, you’re okay.” You soothed him. You knew of the horrors he faced, it pained you to see him like this. But you were never scared of this new terrifying side of him.
A terrible thing had happened to him, one he had no memories of, something he had no control over. Why would you ever leave him because of such a thing? Even if it meant your own life may very well be on the line.
“It won’t hurt you, I won’t allow it. I'll give chernobog a stern talking to, it won’t win the fight against me, I promise.” You tried to crack a joke, slowly separating from Emre to look into his eyes.
He could only stare at you, feeling a small smile appear on his lips. Oh how he loved you, he would do everything in his power to keep you safe. Even if it meant placing himself in harm's way, even if it meant killing everyone and anything that threatened you, himself included.
He could hear a small static in his mind, the eye on his chest moving, as if looking directly at (Name). But this felt different, it’s like chernobog wasn’t trying to force control over him.
Maybe I was wrong… Maybe she is the very thing to drive you forward.
Mutta jos hän tulee tiellesi... Tuhoan hänet itse.
“I-Im fine.. Thank you (Name)...” He chose to not speak of what the AI on his chest had just said, he didn’t need her to grow scared of him.
“We should get you back to bed… You look exhausted.” You mumbled, staring at his messy hair, the dark circles under his eyes.
“I’ve had worse nights.. But when I'm beside you I feel rested enough.” He said with a smile, taking your hand as both of you stood up from the floor.
That night was the first time he felt truly at peace. The voices were gone, the only thing he now focused on was your body pressed against his, one hand over your waist, the other acting as a pillow for your head. He was blessed to have someone like you beside him, you were the voice of reason in his head anytime he seemed too lost in his own. And for you he would become the one thing he swore to destroy. If anyone were to harm you, he would do everything in his power to Seek them and Destroy them, until nothing was left behind.
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Translations:
Finnish:
Pikku tyttöystäväsi on vain hidaste… - Your little girlfriend is merely a burden.
Olet niin heikko - You are so weak
Pettymys - A Disappointment
Mutta jos hän tulee tiellesi, tuhoan hänet itse - But if she gets in your way, I will destroy her by myself.
Turkish:
aklımdan çık - Get out of my mind
I never thought I'd actually finish this project anytime soon, so I kept it mostly under wraps for a long, long time.
And I cannot believe I'm finally able to say this but!!
My very own interactive fanfic!!
The characters in the game right now are: Riddle, Leona, Azul, Jamil, Vil, Idia, Malleus, Lilia and Floyd.
The reader is gender neutral.
Each character has 12 obtainable endings — 6 romantic and 6 platonic endings! (A total of 108 Endings!)
You get to choose if you want a romantic or platonic end!
5+ scenes for each character with some having hidden triggers to get to them!
Each route is about 12k-17k words. (A total of 144,155 words!!)
The endings depend on the choices you make!
A very few of my mutuals and friends knew what I was upto, and I'm extremely thankful for their presence!!!
Especially @charredcipher who helped me test everything thoroughly. I genuinely owe them my life, and he's the reason I was able to fix and polish this so quickly!!
"Agent Y/N L/N of Overwatch, why do you wish to join Talon?"
"I was a fool to believe Overwatch could change the world, bring about world peace. I now see that Talon is the only way, and I want to be a part of it."
"Then welcome to Talon."
You remember that day like it was yesterday. The day you betrayed Overwatch. All for one person.
Your hands clench into fists as you tell yourself why you're doing this, why you're spilling blood. Ever since the day you executed a traitor, your finger has never stopped pulling the trigger. Blood blooms from every body you step on to reach your goal, the crimson liquid overflowing around you. You can never wash your hands clean, that you know, so you keep going. There is no turning back, after all. Not when you've gone this far.
"Your first task is to execute a traitor we caught."
You remember the fear in the traitor's eyes, the unending begging that spilled from his lips, pleading for mercy that didn't exist. You remember the cold metal that rested in your hands, the way your fingers instinctively curled around the handle of the gun. You remember raising it with shaky hands, pointing the muzzle at the helpless man tied to the chair.
Bang.
You remember the deafening silence that fell over the room afterwards, the cries for mercy stifled by death. You remember meeting the gaze of the one you love, your chest tightening when you saw his eyes widen, the reality of what you had done hitting you hard.
But you have to do all of this. For him.
Killing has become as easy as breathing, but in exchange, he no longer has to bloody his hands, and it's a price you're willing to pay.
Better you than him.
You hate seeing the look of despair on his face whenever the AI programme hands him back his body, the pain in his voice as he whispers his name over and over again, reminding himself of who he is. He's already suffered enough, he doesn't need to add more blood to his hands. He doesn't deserve any of this.
Emre Sarioglu had always been the brightest star in Overwatch. Maybe that was why he'd been chosen — to drag him back down to earth, to cloak him in darkness so that his light would be drowned out. He had been a beacon so blinding, a flame that burned so bright, and that had drawn you to him. Simple greetings turned to full fledged conversations which turned to late nights under the stars, video calls beneath the sheets that turned to heated moments with legs intertwined, soft whispers of promises, naive proclamations of an eternity together.
Then he left. Eternity was no longer an option.
He stopped calling. Stopped sending messages. Disappeared from the world altogether.
Until rumours of a man fitting his description floated to the surface, whispers of a killer working for Talon whose brown eyes were blank, an empty void. You followed the trail. You had to. You needed answers, whether you were going to like them or not.
Then he nearly killed you. You understood why those who spoke of him only spoke in hushed whispers. Your heart had leapt out of your chest, feet frozen to the ground when you saw what stood before you. A harbinger of death, clad in black and orange, accompanied by the smell of burnt flesh. The only thing that had saved your life was the fact that he recognised you.
"Y/N?"
His voice was a mere whisper over the flames, but you heard it as clear as day.
"Emre."
The reunion was brief, but it spoke volumes. He didn't want you to get hurt, he didn't want to drag you into the mess he was in. Still, you followed him anyway, like a moth to a flame. He was everything to you, still is, and will always be. You learned that he was working for Talon, not of his own accord, but forced by an AI programme within him. He told you everything the second time you'd met, shame flickering across his face, his gaze downcast.
"Then we'll just have to find a way to get it out."
Your words echoed in the rubble. Confident. Firm.
"I can't ask this of you."
"You're not. I'm making this decision of my own accord."
You promised to be with him for eternity, how could you not keep it?
"I don't want you to become someone you're not for my sake."
Oh, Emre. If only you knew.
"I won't."
You joined Talon shortly after, and that was where everything began to spiral downhill.
"Your mission is to retrieve the floor plans for Grand Mesa."
You nod, holstering your weapons. Emre quietly stands next to you, gripping the briefing datapad tightly.
A simple retrieval mission, in and out. Except that the facility had been expecting guests of your kind.
The AI programme takes over, enveloping Emre's body with its ominous black and orange hue. You hear the Finnish robotic voice from his lips, the trumpet sound of death.
Etsi ja tuhoa.
You move as fast as you can, planting bullet after bullet in the enemy, ending their lives before he can. Explosions ring in your ears, smoke causes your eyes to tear up but you keep going. You have to. You feel blood splattering on your face and hands alike but you keep going. You have to.
The smell of burning corpses clogs your throat, but the relief that it's you, not him, who created them clears some of it away. He's just shooting corpses, the blood is on your hands, not his. You do your best, but he still ends some lives in the facility. Still, without you, there would be more guilt weighing on his shoulders.
You hear the familiar gasping for breath that always escapes his lips whenever he regains control and turn around, rushing over.
"Emre, benim adım Emre."
It always breaks your heart to hear how desperate his words are.
"Emre." You call out softly.
"Y/N."
He collapses against you, arms wrapped tightly around your waist as he rests his forehead on your shoulder.
"You're alright." He murmurs, his breath tickling your ear.
"I'm alright." You murmur, rubbing circles on his back. "I'm alright."
"How — how many did I kill?" He chokes out, taking in the scene before him.
"Fewer than before."
The words nearly get stuck in your throat and your hands feel sticky. You force your voice to remain steady for his sake, and tell yourself that it is the truth, even if you're not fully sure yourself.
He has killed fewer people this time.
He has stained his hands with less blood than before.
He has to have.
Or all will be for naught.
Emre is still breathing hard, you feel him tremble beneath your touch and want nothing more than to kiss it all away. But you can't. It doesn't work that way.
He closes his eyes, letting you hold him as he collects himself. He doesn't ask who created the corpses that litter the ground, you don't even dare to think about how to answer such a question. You're not sure you can lie to him, and you don't want to see the same look in his eyes as you did on the day you first executed a traitor.
Will he still love you the same after he finds out how bloody your hands have become?
Will he still see you, or will he see something else?
You press your lips to his temple, heart clenching at his small sob that slips out. You wish he didn't have to suffer like this, you would give anything to take this burden away from him, no matter the cost.
"I'll always be here for you." You whisper, fingers running through his hair.
Always. No matter what. No matter the path you have to take to remain by his side.
"I don't deserve you." He says, his grip on you tightening.
"You deserve more than me."
The words cut deeper than they would have in the past. You've done things you're not proud of, things you know he would frown upon. You're the one who doesn't deserve him, not when he's struggling to retain his light while you've allowed the darkness to swallow what light you had.
"That's not true." He shakes his head. "Not when you've chosen to follow me all the way here."
"I promised to be with you for all eternity, I'm just fulfilling that promise." You press a chaste kiss to his lips. "Come on, let's go."
He steals another kiss, gaze full of adoration lingering on you. You feel his warm hand cup your cheek, see his lips form a silent "thank you", and suddenly the blood weighing down on your soul doesn't feel so heavy anymore.
If doing this keeps that smile on his face, if every life you take keeps that flame within him alight, then it's all worth it. Every single drop spilled. You will continue down this bloodstained path, even if it leads you into the deepest parts of hell he cannot follow.
As long as he remains Emre Sarioglu, the light of your life, you will do anything.
Written with my friend’s oc @digitalsorcery in mind!! Potential ooc, first time writing in years and writing for twst.
* We all know Trey as the designated ‘Big Brother’ of Heartslabyul. He’s kind, patient, excellent in the kitchen, yadda yadda. What’s *not* to love?
* Except this young sir has a mischievous side! He enjoys fun, obviously, and likes pulling harmless pranks as seen with Ace and Deuce in book 1.
* But while he enjoys being the carefree big brother he does have a tendency to be lenient with his underclassmen. He is working on it after Riddle’s overblot but change doesn’t happen overnight. Enter our lovely Pomefiore student, Violet.
* Despite being a deer beastman, she isn’t timid to a fault and prone to freezing. She’s confident but not domineering. This difference allows the two to compliment the other well in their relationship.
* My friend, who created Violet, and I like toying with the idea of a parent day at NCR, so the following few bullets will go along with that idea!!
* Normally the students of NCR would see their relatives when on break, but wouldn’t it be nice if the parents of students could see how their children are faring at school? We know NCR is a really nice and prestigious school but that doesn’t mean the students are automatically succeeding.
* Trey’s parents were very loving and down to earth. The loved Violet the moment they met their son’s partner and were happy that he was in a healthy relationship.
* Violet’s dad on the other hand… hoof? Hoof-hand? Less than stellar finding out his baby was in a relationship with a boy. A HUMAN boy. Poor Trey being stared down by this hulking stag beastman when Violet introduced the two.
* Much like how the sea can be dangerous to live in, I imagine the forest can be as well, hence Violet’s dad being hesitant and not *as* accepting at first. Deer were prey animals.
* But he comes to terms that Violet isn’t a defenseless fawn. She is capable of standing up for herself and her friends. A little sad internally knowing she doesn’t need to rely on him anymore but is proud of the young woman she is growing into.
* But he does come around when he sees how well Trey treats his daughter. The upmost gentleman and how their dynamic is stable with a strong foundation. He accepts Trey a bit more into their relationship. :D
Fellow Emre lover! My lorde! Sire! I have an idea!
Emre and GN! Reader reuniting after the Swiss Base explosion and Emre’s disappearance in the essence of ‘would you fall in love with me again’ from epic the musical?
If you havent heard it its basically ’Would you fall in live with me again after all this time apart, even though im not the same person you knew before, and committed may crimes to come back to you’ ‘Dont say you’re not the same person, you’ll always be my lover and im glad you’re finally home’
(( MY FIRST ASK !! thank you so much !! ask and you shall receive but i can't guarantee its any good, i had to think hard about this prompt. i hope you like it my !! ))
------------------------------Crossing Paths (Emre x GN Reader)
Before you was a broken man. One made of wires, machinery, metal, and tech. A shell of his former human self, the one you once knew but still loved.
He had left over a decade ago, cutting all contact. Now, he stood before you. His eyes were filled with despair, and they were red now- they used to be brown. Your eyes were wide, and your body was frozen.
"Hey... It's... been a while."
"... Emre...?"
You ran into him by chance on a mission of your own, gathering intel for your own organization to use against Null Sector.
Turns out you both went after the same data centre this time around, but he got to it first. He had destroyed the place and those unfortunate enough to be there.
"... you did all of this?"
"It's out of my control. This thing... it makes me do it."
It was hard not to notice the eye. He gestured to it, desperate to make his point. It was the first thing you saw when you bumped into eachother. He was so different now, but the remorse in his voice reminded you of the old him.
"Y-You stopped talking to me years ago. Why?"
"Everything goes black after a certain point. Its this thing... I can't remember when I got it."
Despite the betrayal you felt at the time, you still loved him. He was your first true love, the one you cared about the most, the one you kept searching for after he left and lost contact with you. What a coincidence to run into him at work, of all places.
"I've always loved you. I'm sorry. I've become a monster, a shell of myself... I can't stop it. I need your help."
"... E-Emre... I..."
You initially drew a gun on him but it was lowered now. He never aimed one at you. You were weighing the options- be with him again, or leave for good. Help him, or leave him. You thought you'd be angry, but you... weren't.
You were extremely emotional however, and tears welled up in your eyes. You had dreamed of the day you'd meet him again and thought you'd give him a piece of your mind, but your emotions had other thoughts.
"Please. I promise I can explain. I need you more than you know. All I ask for is one more chance- you don't have to give it to me."
He looked pained as he saw the tears fall, and you rushed to hold him tight and cry into him. His arms held you desperately, tears of his own threatening to fall as he relished in your touch.
You loved him- you always would. You weren't sure how you'd explain this to cover your ass, but you'd have to find a way. The data was gone, and you had to part ways, but that was a story for another day. What mattered was that you found him again, and his old self was still in there.
"I'll always love you, no matter what." He wasn't a monster, he just needed help. And you decided to help him.
I always forget there are maga people on tumblr, this doesn’t feel like a website you’d find them on, so to keep them away:
Reblog if your blog is a maga free zone because if it wasn’t clear enough fuck ice, fuck maga, fuck Trump, Fuck Rowling, and fuck all the other bigots I missed
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