I’d like to request Android 17 please with an Arcosian (Frieza’s Race) Warrior Male Reader who crash landed on the protected island he’s a ranger on in an escape pod after a space battle with a rival clan, the reader says they’ll just be staying long enough to fix their pod then they’ll leave but by the time their pods fixed they’ve grown so close to 17 that they don’t want to leave and they ask if he wants to try dating them?
Android 17 x M. Arcosian Reader
I wanted to get this done so I'm doing another one of my headcanons that will probably be one shot length. Edit: Strangely I got a bit poetic at some parts so mb if it's extra xD
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🌲Crash Landing🌲
Warning(s): Fluff?
An Island on Earth was far from the destination you were aiming for, you definitely didn't expect to be aiming for the heart of the Ranger who works there, either.
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"Get out of here, boss!"
That was the last thing you heard before you were shoved into the escape pod that closed around you.
You banged on the wall, ordering to be let out to no avail.
You simply earned a salute and could only watch the rest of your squadron fall in battle as your pod shot off.
You growled as your tail flicked in irritation.
You lost everything, your men, your dignity and honor, and as you got closer to your unknown location, you lost yourself.
You wake to the pod shaking.
Someone was shooting at you.
Great.
Before you can prepare to defend yourself, one shot seems to have much more power behind it, making the pod spin out of control.
You steady yourself.
The wailing sound of the alarm blared.
The pod had been damaged, so it seems it's gone into emergency landing--which means you'd be landing on the nearest planet.
You had no idea where you were going anyway, so that makes no difference.
But it's not the planet you're supposed to be going to.
Finally, the pod crashes.
You kick up at the door, your strong foot and three toes making a dent. Again, again, until it finally flies off. You hear it clank from a distance.
As soon as you climb up, you're met by a man, aiming an illuminated hand at you, ready to go.
"I'll give you the chance to leave peacefully, save you the trouble of fighting me."
You take in his snarky look, which becomes a glare of intense blue as you chuckle.
"Oh, trust me, pretty boy. If I could leave, I would...But this pod is damaged."
As if to prove your point, the second you leaped from it, it collapsed in on itself.
"Seems it's not the only thing that's damaged. You sure look worse for wear."
You scoff, "Gee, thanks."
After it's been confirmed you aren't here to endanger the island and simply got here by accident, he drops the attack.
It's not long before you collapse, you were trying to play tough guy and act like you weren't severely injured and dehydrated.
You don't expect to wake up to a ceiling.
Was it a dream? The man from it sure made it feel like it was. He was insanely attractive--
"Well, well, morning, sleeping beauty."
You shot up, eyes immediately shooting over to the doorway where he casually leaned, running a hand through his black hair.
"Don't bother looking for your weapons, I have them."
"I'm a warrior, kid. If I only depended on weapons, I wouldn't be a true fighter."
He watched as you placed your cracked armor back on over your bandages, "Since my pod is the only way out of here, I'll stay on earth only until I fix my pod, then I'll leave."
Fortunately, the small toolbox you kept inside was intact.
You were confused when you were brought food and water hours later as you sat, legs crossed in front of your project.
You slowly turn and give him a puzzled look.
"I-I just figured you might have not eaten or anything... I'd rather you go home than die. My job is to protect nature, after all."
"I'm anything but natural on this planet...but...it is appreciated."
You were quite surprised how much this earth meal fueled you.
This became the routine, you'd sleep by the pod, wake, start working on the pod, and get offered food and water for lunch.
Occasionally you would see him in action, once you even assisted when galactic poachers got too close to damaging your pod.
The longer you stayed, the more you interacted.
He would check up on you, ask if you need anything to help with fixing the pod, or simply just converse with you on his breaks after work.
As time went by, your conversations got heavier
And so did your heartbeat when he'd approach you.
He'd take you away from your work sometimes.
Claimed it was only because he didn't like sitting still, and he couldn't stand staying in one place when speaking to you each time.
He showed you the animals and some of his favorite places to go
Which gave you a newfound respect for earth's nature
You noticed he'd watch you interact with animals and turn away when you saw him
And 17 would never admit that he found you adorable
Despite you being a muscled and scarred being, it was hard to see you as intimidating.
All he saw was a broken man--maybe possibly you were never truly put together to being with-- who wanted to explore, work hard, and be satisfied.
And you saw a man overcoming his past, finding his peace in the storm.
You were drawn to each other like magnets
Getting closer, closer...
...And your lips made the connection
...like magnets, it was difficult to separate until the magic of the kiss shattered.
And two men who needed to be strong, ashamed of feeling a weakening emotion such as love, stayed away from the source.
But magnets can only stay apart for so long.
You finished your pod and it was time for you to leave one night.
Despite you working so hard to fix it...you didn't want to leave.
During the duration of your stay...you found yourself with something to live for...
Someone to live for.
You played it off, "17...I--I know I should go after all this time, but, you know, if you want me here or whatever, I'll stay."
"Right...you finished it. You can go ahead...it's not like I'll miss you or anything..."
He put on a facade.
You were terrible liars, you both realized your own untruthfulness as you stared into each other's eyes.
"Can you stay?"
"Be my boyfriend."
....
Cue warm faces.
But in the end, the impulsiveness saved you two.
Because you did just that.
You crash landed into each other's lives
And you welcomed one another with open arms, welcomed the chaos of love, with a cheesing grin
It could be platonic or the start of romance if you squint.
Alt universe 17
talks of redemption and Guilt
Forgiveness
word count: 2408
One Flower At A Time
He felt the touch of smooth, warm fingers glide over the side of his face, the gentle pair of digits ever so softly moving the jet black strands that had obscured his face to the side.
At the recollection of human touch, he sat motionless, waiting for the person’s next movement, wanting to know just what was their intention with the ticklish graze, but another caress to his skin never came, and instead, he was left in wait.
Slowly, he opened his icy colored crystals, scanning in search of the mysterious person, the one whose warm touches had woken him from the darkness.
- The very one who dared touch him so openly like there wasn't anything to fear.
'As though they were unaware of what I'm capable of,' He thought to himself with wonder.
As he opened his eyes to the world, the blinding light of the sun’s rays made him squint, making his gaze fall to the ground instead of the overbearing brilliance. And while his eyes strayed from the heavens and fell over the earth, he saw nothing but splotchy colors of pinks, blues, and yellows.
An entire rainbow lay on the ground, the peppered assortment of colors, confusing him to a degree.
In his initial stun, he questioned whether or not he had been in the same reality that he, himself had succumbed to decay.
'Is this the same planet?' He thought with confusion, not recognizing any of the beauty because it'd all long been singed to hopeless ashes and unrepairable loss.
In his somewhat hazy search, he hoped to find another person besides his own, someone to answer his questions, but he hadn’t had luck.
At first, he found nothing, and just as he came to the assumption that he was alone in the strange earth of greenery, he recognized a lone figure.
It was far beyond his reach and he concluded that the person beyond his touch had to be the one that had reached for him first.
' Then It wasn’t just my imagination,' he thought with assurance.
It was a woman, that much he could guarantee.
She was dressed in a very simple dress, one that flared at the waist. It was patterned with small flowers here and there made with unprofessional stitches that were somewhat crewed, yet charming in that sense. It was modest, reaching down to her knees, just barely making it past them with little flared edges that were trimmed with white.
With filthy boots that looked worn and needed replacement, she continued to move, each movement seeming calculated as though done by routine.
She screamed of simplicity, almost melding with the background with how muted she seemed to be, and yet he couldn't take his eyes off of her.
He couldn't overlook her or find anything else more interesting than the woman turned away from him, not even the little petals of the small eye-catching flowers made him occasionally stray.
Granted, he could look away, but eventually, he found his way back to the woman.
Feeling his gaze on her, she turned to him, finally showing her face to the slumped man and gracing him with the sight of pretty (e/c) colored eyes.
And she gazed at him with an expression he couldn't quite place, one that was unreadable to him.
Perhaps because there was a lack of display to go from, or maybe it was just that he wasn’t used to being looked like that.
He was used to shock.
Wide eyes and gaping faces were a slight norm.
He knew it wasn't fear because he’d been so familiar with a terrorized look, he could note it a mile away. Moreover, the only other two he’d come to know were hate and anger, but even so, none fit the description.
what she showed him was none of the above, making him realize he had lost his touch with humanity far more than he had thought he did before, because, in truth, he knew nothing more than those few displays of emotions.
He had forgotten what it was like to be human. In fact, he had forgotten that at one point he had been one himself.
“I see you're finally awake,” she said in a mellowed voice, to which he said nothing back, staying quiet while stuck in his inner turmoil.
Instead, he let his eyes fall onto the blossoms at her feet, this time actually looking at them with clear eyes as each little-petaled face swayed with the soft breeze.
His fingers reached down, almost grazing a sky blue bud before quickly retracted his hand, suddenly afraid it would become singed, or rotted away.
Something told him that if he wasn't careful, he’d destroy everything, just like he had before.
And in one way or another, he’d lay waste to everything beautiful in his path.
“ Do you want to touch them ?” She asked smiling softly, nudging her head to the open space beside her.
“Because you are welcome to, just be mindful and don’t pick at them," She pleaded.
" - They’re all so fragile.” She continued on, saying so as though she understood what it was like to be so delicate.
‘They are fragile…’ he repeated in his head, staring down at the same little blue bud with wonder before his index suspended over the tiny life.
Slowly, he grazed a petal before he found it in himself to lift up his dour expression.
“Hey...would you mind coming here?” she then asked him.
He nodded silently before making his way to the small garden she had, soon sitting right beside her on the soil because, in his state of tattered clothes, it mattered little how much dirt laid on the ground beneath him.
Holding up a small pot, she brought it up to his face, practically shoving it towards him, and chuckling as she watched his eyes grow wide with surprise.
“Here, you should plant it somewhere,” she advised and said nothing beyond that.
Instead, she focused on her own activity which involved rounding up the soil with her bare hands, laying it over the freshly potted little yellow flowers in front of her.
He could feel his hands shake as he held the pot in his grasp, because in his hands he held the small life form.
In his destructive hands that had killed so many, and destroyed so much, there was a flicker of life, depending on him and his actions.
He couldn't shake the feeling of unease off of himself, nor the sinking of his stomach as he glared down at them, stunned at something so simple and small.
Seeing the confusion on his face, she tapped his shoulder, getting his attention away from the little plant and onto her instead.
“Just follow my lead, ok? ” she said pulling up the sides of her lips into a gentle smile as she spoke to him. “You just have to be careful,” she cautioned.
He took the advice and silently kneeled beside her, mimicking her actions with his own prolonged ones.
They were in a calm silence, one that lasted for a few minutes before she spoke,
“Since The world is in ruins… I can only hope to fix what is left.” She said suddenly, making him stop completely.
“I'm hoping that whoever sees my flowers wonders how they got here.” She admitted to him.
“Maybe they’ll be such a surprise that they actually stop and just stare. They’ll stop and just look.” she murmured.
“ Moreover, I hope they wonder how something so small could survive in this world.” She continued, overjoyed with the idea, sounding elated with hope.
“Maybe it will inspire them,” she added with an amused sigh, almost like she kept a ticklish secret to her own throughout the speech.
“Maybe they will find hope, just like I did when I came across this area. “ she said gliding her finger at the over-dried, curled leaves on a wilted flower before her, her eyes glancing down at it with sympathy.
“This was just a meager patch of daisies before…” she mused, remembering how little the bunch had been. “ But every few days I walk here, and I plant more and more flowers.
“ I tend to them and make sure they live to see another day.” she added, “ I protect them, guarding what little I have in this world.” she continued on, sounding determined to continue her routine.
He stayed silent at her reasoning, eyeing her from the side with discretion, capturing her sight as a whole as she continued to move.
Both her hands and her small, subtle smile were in his interests now, and they felt strangely comforting.
They felt delicate, just like the existing blossoms that surrounded him.
Her (e/c) eyes then drew towards him as she felt the unmistakable sensation of his own gaze set upon her, and as they connected, he broke off the link.
He was quick to cower, a great swelling in his artificial heart forcing him to withdraw.
Without a word, and like nothing had happened, she trailed her gaze back down to her working hands.
Again, his blue eyes found their path back to her, but by the second time, She had become unconcerned by his wide-eyed attentiveness, continuing to look at the budding flowers, all with a bemused, loving look.
“What about the androids…” he asked suddenly, his voice painfully weak.
At the abrupt question, she suddenly stopped and took a soundless breath, the question seeming to momentarily stun her.
Her (e/c) colored eyes closed for only a few seconds as she captured her breath, her voice calm and certain,
“One day they will perish, as will I," she assured him. "It could be many years from now, but thier day will come,” she said with confidence.
“ One day it will be as if they never existed and On that same day, I will at least leave this beauty behind for a survivor...For people looking for something to hope for. “ she added.
“ I'd like to think of it that way.” She said offering him a smile, "that even if I come to die sooner than I anticipate, these flowers remain.”
Had more people like her existed before?
Was she just one among the many he had killed in cold blood?
‘ What have I done? ’ he thought to release a shaky breath, finding the image of the mysterious woman to be ethereal.
“Have you found your answers? ” she asked, making him stop. He stared at his dirt-filled hands and began to feel unease in his gut.
“What do you mean?” He asked, hoping to play the part of a fool, hoping she wouldn't know who he really was and let him stay just a while longer.
“The destruction, did you achieve what you had hoped?” She asked, narrowing her eyes at him.
there was a flash of hate in them, a flash of resentment and spite, but it quickly left as quickly as it had arrived.
It had been only an instant flash that was caused by reminiscence, but the wrathful glance struck him strongly.
“ - that’s what I mean.” she elaborated.
His head bowed in shame and shakenly, she gazed down at his hands as they fisted the dirt ground.
She would have never thought to have had the luck of facing one of them. It had always been a nightmare to her, but as she'd found him, beaten and defeated, she thought of what it meant.
Had it been fate?
How is it that he, the bringer of devastation and ruin have somehow found her sanctuary?
Stubbornly, she had decided that she would not flee. She would not leave behind what little joys she'd had for a bleak survival.
She would not allow him to take the last bit of life the world had to offer.
She wouldn't have left. Pathetically, she would have died, hoping that eventually, she would melt with the earth, her death serving for a continuation of life as it consumed her.
If she would die, she would have answers.
She would finally have a reason.
Fearfully, she looked down at his destructive hands, her glossy eyes refusing to let tears fall as she chose to stand her ground, not letting him know he'd ripped apart anyone else’s hope.
"I don't deserve to be here..." he started, and with that, the tension in her body melted.
"But I want to be," he admitted, finally looking up at her with eyes that showed true hurt.
“Why?” She breathed with confusion, truly stunned at his request.
“ why do you want to stay?” she asked raising her brows high.
She wanted an answer, a reason for his decision.
With a melting smile that was saddened and beat down, he looked towards her, barely forcing himself above a whisper, because he felt ashamed to have a request.
He felt it unfitting to ask anything of someone he'd taken so much from,
“Because when I die…I want to leave something good, something beautiful,” he said feeling his eyes sting.
He felt the rushing rivers come, threatening to fall, however, he wouldn't let a single drop escape, not even a spec knowing he was undeserving of such a display.
If he could do anything, it wouldn't be to wallow in pity but to find redemption if it existed.
“ I just want-“ Placing a finger to his lips, she gently eased his dark hair from his face, getting a clear look of him before giving him a genuine smile, one that tightly pulled at the muscles of her face.
“ Your eyes glisten. They're moistened with sadness,” she noted, matching the same look he wore, though, rather than guilt she felt a strange sense of understanding.
“Monsters do not feel a need for redemption, nor regret,” she told him while releasing a quiet breath that melted her features into a seldom smile.
'I see now, ' she thought with understanding, reasoning that perhaps there was a reason he'd somehow ended up with her.
'To bring something more,' she thought with an existing faith.
She watched him as he worked with diligence, a devotion to stretch out the beauty she tended to throughout lands that needed tenderness.
And she hoped that one day, he’d find the forgiveness in himself that he sought for, one flower at a time.
[summary] The world has never felt bigger, lonelier. All at once, finally, you're at the top of the world…alone. Or, in which, you sacrificed love for your dreams.
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Every good thing, you realize, eventually comes to an end.
You had been hunched over her desk, your only company then was the LED lamp on your desk and the sound of strings playing softly in the background. Piles of books, stacked on top of each other, surround her. Your lenses reflected blue against the light of your screen, blocking tired eyes and heavy bags worth sleepless nights. A half-empty cup of ice coffee, watered down with melted ice, leaving condensation on your desk. You haven't noticed, hadn't cared to—too focused on the matters of anatomy and the physiology behind the brain and—
"Hey."
You jolted, the feel of a soft hand resting on your shoulder and you glanced up to meet a pair of worried eyes. Joshua. Kind, familiar, and belonging to a face you haven't seen in quite a while. It wasn't his fault, it was yours but you can see the understanding in them, just as you hoped—knew—that he can see the guilt in yours.
After a beat, he pulled his hand away, bringing it to awkwardly scratch the back of his neck.
"I haven't heard from you in these past couple of days, and I was, um, getting worried that you weren't, y'know, eating and stuff…" He trailed off, eyes flitting over the materials scattered all over your desk, the empty cups of iced coffee and ramen cups left atop of your drawer, meant to be thrown but too busy to. His gaze returned back to yours, and he lifted up a plastic bag of take out.
Suddenly, all you can smell is the grease and salty fries.
"Oh, uh," you opened your mouth but closed it again at the sound of your voice. It sounded like you haven't spoken in years, dry and unused.
Amused, he cracked a smile, eyes curling upwards into half moons. With his free hand, he grabbed yours and gently pulls you to her feet.
"Come on, idiot, let's get you something to eat."
You pursued your lips at that, brows furrowing in mock hurt yet your heart warmed. You didn't stop him as he led you out of your mess of a room. The stress of your studies forgotten, if only for a bit.
You remind yourself, tries to, that this is what you wanted as you smile in acceptance of your white coat. You worked so hard for this, hours and hours of your life slaved away. You deserve this, you know you do.
Smiling still even as your eyes search in the audience for that goofy smile that you know at all too well.
Smiling still even when you only find the proud grins on your parents' faces, disappointment swiping at your heart.
Smiling still as if your heart isn't still shattering, even when it's been months since you've last seen those pretty, pretty, kind eyes and wide grins you've never gotten tired of.
Your phone rang insistently across the room, the Do Not Disturb function rendered useless after the third, unheard phone call. You didn't move, refused to, in favour of scratching notes into your textbook and memorizing the words on your screen. Your exam was coming up, in there days or so, and You doesn't, can't afford to, fail an exam. Not now.
For a moment, it was silent again. You almost breathed a silent sigh of relief at that, and your focus had started to clear—
Ring. Ring. Ring.
You sighed, pushing yourself off of her desk. Finally, you walked over to her phone, a frown evident on your face and your frown deepened even more when you spied the reason for the disturbance.
Joshua.
His contact name and picture is lovingly displayed on your phone as it rang, featuring a simple heart and a candid of him slurping noodles during one of their dates.
You picked up your phone, tapping once, and brought it to your ear.
"What?"
"Hey! You finally picked up—"
"I'm busy right now, you know I have a big test coming up and I'm studying, why are you bothering me?"
It went silent for a moment, the harshness of your tone and choice of words settling on the other end. On yours, you didn't notice, didn't care to.
"But—"
"Seriously, Joshua, I don't have time for this. I'll call you when I'm not busy," is all you had said, pulling away to press End Call without a second beat. Your hand worked fast, burying it under heaps of untouched pillows.
You didn't see the endless flood of text notifications on you screen, covering up the face of your boyfriend. You didn't notice the date, nor the time. You didn't realize as to why he was so insistent on calling, despite knowing how busy you were. You didn't care to.
You had bigger things to worry about.
It had been the March 16th, 3 years after the first time you met a pair of pretty, pretty, kind eyes and a goofy smile.
"I'm so proud of you," your mom says, pulling you into a large hug once you've reach each other.
Although your heart should be bursting at the seams right now, in joy, in pride, it doesn't. Still, you smile as you return the gesture.
"Thanks, mom."
And if you hugged her mother a little tighter than normal, nobody notices.
Your phone burns in the hidden pocket of your dress. All you want to do is—
The moment you woke up, eyes bleary and heavy in spite of the fact you had just woken up, your stomach churned and your heart was erratic against your ribs. There was a sinking feeling in your stomach, it felt like a warning.
The first thing to have greeted you that morning was the ring of your doorbell.
Brows furrowing in confusion as you stole a glance at the clock—10:30 AM—who could it possibly be?
Feet slipping into your slippers, you shuffled out of your room and headed straight to the door. You peaked through the peak hole, blinking in surprise at the sight of the person behind your door. You don't hesitate to open it.
"Hey, what's up? What are you doing here?" Your voice had been soft, throat dry from lack of use but you don't think of it. Your voice had always—usually—been soft with him.
In spite of the lack of goofy smile on his face, you don't recall three nights ago and wondered—why the long face, love?
He shuffled awkwardly, looking at everything else but you. You had never been the one for eye contact, finding that it always made you feel too seen, too known but with him, it had always felt different. With him, you felt understood and found that, if it's him, eye contact was a trivial thing.
It was never an issue for him, meeting your gaze. That's why, you found it odd that he never looked at your eyes once.
"…Can we talk?"
You remember that day. It had ended in tears, on both of your parts. That day had been a slap to the face.
He gulped as you both sat down. You try not to focus too hard on how far apart you both were sitting from each other, evidence to how you've been drifting apart from each other.
"I think we should break up."
Their relationship hadn't been the only thing that shattered that day.
You knows it's your fault. How could it not be?
After that weeks, days, hours, and minutes are spent burying yourself into your books and studying, leaving the house only to work and to grab coffee to spend another all-nighter to study. Hell, your phone had been left unattended these past few days to force your concentration. Although, that was more of the excuse to avoid it, to avoid dialling his number in moments of weakness.
That night, when your cheeks were red and dry from tears, and the spot on the couch he sat on had gone cold, was when you turned on your phone.
When you saw all the unread text messages, the double, nearing triple digits of missed calls, and the current date glaring back at you, the past few days, no, months rushed back at her.
He has only ever been a good boyfriend. Goofy and clingy at times, but he's kind, caring, and he understood. He loves—loved—you in spite of the lack of affirmation from your end, cares—cared—enough to drop by your place unannounced without fear to make sure you were eating, remembered all the things you like, all of your habits, dreams, and your goals.
And what were you? Neglectful, ungrateful, unaware of all the good in front of you.
It hurt even more, you had thought then, that he wasn't even remotely mad at you for it.
Like the saint he was, he only smiled sadly, accepting fate as he told you— "This isn't working out."
Your heart shattered even further.
Every good thing eventually comes to an end.
"Where do you want to eat, love?" Your father asks, falling in step with you and your mother as they headed out of the auditorium. The notion of food is enough to distract you from your phone, a momentary pause on your itch to text him.
You hum. "Can we get—"
Ping.
Unknownst to you, your phone vibrates a little in your pocket. A text.
hey! i hope you're doing well. congratulations by the way, i'm really proud of you.
The steps you took were shaky at best, somewhere between a held-back sprint and a fast shuffle for safety as you struggled to keep yourself composed when Mother Nature’s wrath was clearly demanding your attention with every second that passed.
Needless to say, your movements were absolutely nothing like the steady strides your partner was making through the steep hill, trying to find a clearing that would give him the opportunity to take off into the skies while avoiding any danger from the lightening striking and thunder rumbling overhead.
You nearly groaned when you saw that even with his hair no longer obscuring his face from your view, the look on his face still made it feel like you couldn’t get a clear view of his bona fide visage...it was already hard to decipher people as it was—but an android?
He was practically built (or modified, as he would come to tell you in a moment of rare intimacy) to keep an impassive face no matter the situation, bringing an air of uneventful normalcy even when the trees surrounding you swished violently with the roaring winds, threatening to blow you away if 17′s arm weren’t wrapped so tightly around your shoulders, keeping you in place beside him.
“We’ll make it,” he reassured amidst the howling air, his eyes staying locked onto yours until the fear within them slowly ebbed away, replaced with mild trepidation...and unwavering trust, the latter a sentiment that the android was surprised (though he did not show it physically) to see reflected back at him.
He had wanted to be free; to be liberated from the void he was put in.
It had been all he dreamed about during his forced sleep until ultimately, hate consumed him.
By then the suspended state of animation he was in for such an agonizingly long time had undoubtedly made his mind snap, and the seething rage he felt from deep within infected his consciousness until it rotted.
He couldn't find a reason to forgive the wicked doctor, and what was much more, he couldn't find a reason to forgive humanity as an entirety.
In his mind, they all played a part.
In his mind, they were all the reason for his suffrage.
He desired retribution, and yet the second he shoved his hand right through his supposed "father", 17 didn't feel any satisfaction, not even a shred of the bliss he had imagined.
And somehow, he was especially devoid of the feeling of finally being free. None of it came, and it felt as though there was nothing to satisfy the agonizing pain within his chest.
Trudging along he sneered, a vacant hole in his chest as he wreaked chaos.
He searched endlessly for it ; for that reason.
His sister always stood at his side, her eyes which were identical to his gazing over the world just as he did, and he couldn't fathom what lay in her own thoughts, much less understand what was that existed in her artificial heart.
Was she as empty as he was?
Had she become as void as he had become with nothing but a dark, empty pit there in her chest too?
He wondered if she ever once stopped to think that perhaps there was someone out there that could have saved them from it all,
- just like he reflected upon every now and then.
In his final moment, he could see her stare at him, keeping her (e/c) colored eyes trained onto his icy ones.
It made him wonder if somehow there was still someone out there that could be the answer to every one of his questions.
Throughout the entire battle, she had been focused on just him, and him alone.
Strangely enough, having the woman gaze at him in such a way made him feel special.
And admittedly, for once in a long time he felt noticed ;
He felt only.
He released a low, dry chuckle, realizing that he was nothing more than some bratty kid that wanted just a bit of love and attention.
"17..?" He heard a voice call to him, tentatively, full of unease.
- To think he terrorized all those people... killed so many with his own hands, all without mercy, simply because he couldn't get a damned hug.
- All because he was throwing a tantrum.
She gently touched his dark hair, moving it from his pale face to get a better look at the bits of him that still looked human.
' Why did I do it?' She asked herself.
Perhaps it was that in a way, no matter how completely idiotic it seemed, she felt something for him.
Stupidly, she felt something sweet and innocent just for him, the strange feeling compelling her to come closer to him, her lips descending onto his for just a moment.
She'd been his prey, A survivor of what was left of his destruction, and even then she dared kiss him, her eyes closed as she tried to think of an existing world where they'd met by chance.
No fighting.
No battle.
No terror.
In another universe, he was just a normal guy, just as she was a normal girl, both coming together by chance.
During the soft press, she felt his lips twitch upwards, and as she drew back she could see his eyes flutter close, a lasting smile on his lips.
"I'm glad you stayed..." he said softly, knowing she had no reason to.
Call her stupid, but a part of her felt bubbly again, and silently, she watched him rest, for once being in control.
He was free; liberated.
She didn't know his story, his past nor what made him what he was, but for the rest of her life, she would always wonder, thinking of him with a strange fondness.
She could never forgive him, because, throughout it all, all the pain he had caused her and everyone around her was unforgivable, however, along with that bitterness was also a strange tenderness.
(f/n) sat silently, her body placed beside his own still one, looking up at the resting sun with her (e/c) eyes, the sight above her becoming hazed as water pooled within them.
" Today was a beautiful day." She said whilst admiring the warm colors of the sun as well as the soft grazing heat that fell upon her and the lifeless body beside her,
"Don't you think?" She mused, turning her face to him, taking his existing smile as an answer, agreeing with him wholeheartedly.
Not really impressive, and pretty vague, but might be someone’s cup of tea.
