Hi! I just stumbled upon your Victor Stone fics and they are simply marvelous! I’m not sure if your requests are open but if they are can I request a fic where the reader (who is also a superhero in the Justice League) saves Victor after he’s severely injured on a mission and how the reader would take care of him after?
— 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬; 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬
pairing: victor stone (cyborg) x superhero!reader
summary: things go wrong and it’s up to you to pull him out and patch him up
wc: 1.4k+
genre: worry, softness, a bit of angst, a simmering heat
a/n: for whatever reason, water came immediately to my mind when I saw this request so this should be interesting, haha. also, thank you for your patience while I worked on this! school has been sooo much busier this year than last and now I finally have time to get caught up!
Hope you enjoy!
“Victor!” You watched as a whip of water smacked Victor out of the sky. His body hurts towards the ocean beyond.
You barely managed to block another blast of water, anxiety for victor’s condition disturbing your previous battle focus. Panic sets in, your movements becoming jerkier and with less conviction. Your mind works out scenarios where you could go to save him, all of them require leaving your post on the shore, allowing these sea creatures to storm land.
Quickly, you cocked your head over to the side. “Arthur!” You tried to get his attention. “Arthur!” He spun his trident around, gold glinting against the sky, and speared another one of the supernatural beings. “I know! I saw!”
Just out of the corner of your eye, another funnel of water whirled your way. Pulling up more energy from your core, you created a shield and cracked the water away from you, the spray coating your forehead. “I have to go get him!”
You watched Arthur look past you to Diana soaring through the sky, fighting off the bigger creatures. He glanced back at you. “We got it. Get him back to base!” Twirling his trident across his body, he spun and speared an advancing creature. “Just make sure he’s alright!”
You managed to nod to him once before launching into the sky, landing somewhere near where Victor’s unconscious frame hit the water.
Dread set in like a weight in your stomach.
You knew most of his body weight lay in his cybernetic parts. These components would start falling considerably faster than his human body.
Sucking in a deep breath of air, you plunged into the abyss. The cool of the ocean water froze your skin, sending goosebumps along your arms. If you didn’t find him fast, he could easily become hypothermic before he drowned.
You wished you could scream his name.
One of the creatures began streaking through the water towards a dark entity, undetectable by your eyes yet. After a few seconds of observation, it became clear that the target was exactly the person you were looking for. Victor. Redirecting your abilities, you propelled yourself through the water after the sea monster.
There were two latched onto his body, trying to drag him away. Your blood heated. I don’t think so. You didn’t hesitate before you threw out beams of energy, knocking the creatures away and clearing your path to Victor.
You grabbed onto his arms. It was easier to hold him up due to your energy abilities around to your feet; they acted as jets, keeping you afloat.
Upon inspection, you noticed a few things wrong.
His arm was throwing sparks into the surrounding water, he had a deeper gash on his cheek, and you noticed the light around his eye growing dimmer. You felt your heart sink at the extent of his injuries. You wish you’d gotten there sooner.
Wrapping your arms around his torso, you threw all the energy into your feet, jetting the both of you out of the water and into the air. It was harder to keep him steady in the air so you angled the both of you horizontal to the ground, with him resting on your torso, and flew back to base.
After a few minutes, you felt his head start to move, a pained groan leaving his lips. “Hang on, Vic. I got you.”
You wrapped your arms around him tighter, trying to keep him steady as you moved through the air. “(name)?” Your name sounded broken and quiet on his lips. An urgency built in your blood, giving you the last push you needed to get to the bat cave.
Setting him down gently, you let him collapse into your arms, your arm bracing his torso as his back buried against your chest. “Hey,” you cupped the side of his face, lightly tapping it, willing him into consciousness. “Hey!”
Your hope began to plummet. “Victor, please.”
He coughed and sputtered. “Hey,” he answered, voice gravelly and hoarse. “I’m still here.”
You pressed your forehead into his hair, breathing in the deepest breath you’d taken all day. You felt an answering pressure as he attempted to lean closer to you. You pressed a quick kiss to his forehead before you leaned back, starting to shift around to be able to get a better view of his injuries.
“Where is everybody?” He tried to shift to look around. Your firm hand persuaded him to hold still.
“We’re at the Batcave. You got hurt.” Gently cradling his head, you moved your legs from around his body and prodded him to sit. You didn’t move your hand from his back until he seemed to be able to do it on his own. “Do you remember what happened?”
He watched you feel around his shoulders, checking for any other injuries you might have missed. “I remember falling out of the sky. That was about it. I must have blacked out when I broke the surface.”
You leaned back on your heels and nodded. You didn’t see any additional issues. “Yeah. You’re not exactly the most buoyant.”
“Hey!” He glared with sarcastic annoyance. “You try being a big hunk of metal and then get back to me.”
There he is.
You snorted in response. “Well, you got a few things going on externally. Are you getting anything else on your sensors?”
His eyes glazed over, no doubt checking his diagnostics. His eyes brightened again. “Nothing I can’t fix.”
“Okay.” You took a breath, looking to the table with multiple tools around it. “We should get you fully inside. I can do repairs with what we have here.” You moved to put an arm around his torso before he stopped you.
“I can do it. They need you back out there.” He grabbed ahold of your hand, holding it so you couldn’t move it any further.
“Vic.” You crouched down to look him in the eyes. “I’m here for you and you alone. Besides, they’ll be alright without me. Diana can easily do my job and hers.” You moved to try to put his arms around him again, but he kept you where you are.
“The fate of those people may be at stake without you. I’ll be fine, (name).”
Softly, you pulled your hand out of his grasp and laid them against his face, near the cut, smoothing your thumb over the angry skin, turning it into healthy flesh. “Listen to me. I’m not leaving you.” He froze at this, the red of his cybernetic eye glowing stronger. “It’s you and me, remember?”
A small smile captured his face. He nodded then, eyes closing momentarily as he answered. “You and me.”
You smirked at him, putting your arm around his torso. “Now, let’s get you fixed up.”
…
A few hours later, you applied the finishing touches on his arm, using the smaller tools to fix minor issues. Victor guided you through the steps easily enough, but you both already worked especially well together.
“Got it,” you murmured, standing up straight, dropping the tool on the countertop.
His eyes were still closed when you walked around his torso, trying to gauge how he felt after the last thirty minutes of grueling work, forcing him to keep as still as possible.
“Vic?” Your voice is a hushed whisper against the darkness of the room, brushing over the silence softly.
His eyes slowly open, honing in on you, softening. “Hi.”
A small smirk coats your features. “Hi.”
He holds out a hand, waiting, open. You take it and allow him to draw you closer. His arms lock around your waist gently, holding without force. “Thank you.” He looks up at you and your breaths become slower and deeper.
You draw your arms up to rest on his shoulders, fingers lightly touching the back of his neck. “Always, Vic.”
You feel the way his arms tighten around you before your lips touch, gentle but with the promise of something much stronger behind it. When you draw back, Vic leans in again, more urgent this time, sliding his lips against yours with fervor.
Stopping to take a breath, you rest your forehead against his.
He won’t say the words, those three little words flung around like they’re nothing, but you can feel them. You feel them again when he presses his forehead against yours with a little more force, drawing you in further. You feel them again when his eyes flutter open with a softness in them that you don’t see anywhere else.
“I love you, too,” you smile, whispering against his lips.
pairing: victor stone (cyborg) x reader
summary: victor refuses to make you feel like a burden
wc: 560
genre: soft!, victor being a sweet s/o, respect and caring
The bed gently dips as he folds his body into the mattress. You’re almost asleep, the weight of your eyelids multiplying by the minute, but as soon as your body rolls to the side and is ready to fall into his body, sleep recedes.
“Hi,” he answers sweetly into your hair as you throw your limbs over him.
You smile and press a small kiss into his metal chest. His arms pull you closer against him. “Where were you?”
The silence before his response gives you all the answers you need. You glare up at him in faux annoyance. “That machine? Again?”
“Baby, you know how it is,” he smirks before gently kissing your forehead. You roll your eyes. “They speak to me and I need to help them. Who else is going to be able to do the repairs?”
“Hmm.” Your eyes scan across the room. “Maybe the man with the multi-million dollar company that happens to be subsidizing the expenses of this room?”
Victor just keeps smiling, the kind that warms your stomach and fizzles out your anger.
You move to get off of him and roll over to the other side. “Stop it.”
“What?” He chuckles, reaching for you. You swat his hand away.
“You know what.” You pull your covers up to your chin, snuggling in for a goodnight’s rest.
You hear him shifting around to lay right against your back, slightly shaking your shoulder. “Baby.” Burrowing under the covers further, you give him nothing. “Baby.”
Sighing, you crack one eye open to look at him.
“You are the most important thing to me.” He places a hand on your cheek, keeping you close. “From now on, I’ll be here when you call.”
“Are you sure?” He frowns slightly. “The machines need you too.”
You weren’t trying to be sarcastic but it was a truth about his work, a truth that you were coming to realize more and more as time went on. The reality was it wasn’t fair to expect him to be here all the time.
You wanted to respect him and the life he leads as much as possible and you were willing to sacrifice a few nights of sleeping next to each other so he could feel better about the world. “I don’t want to force you to choose between me and your life’s work. You deserve both, Victor.”
He dips his head down before surging forward to kiss you. “You’re amazing, you know that?”
Still a little dazed, you grin into your response. “Demonstrating my respect for you was the key, huh?”
He pulls you back into his arms, pressing his head against yours. “I’m going to be here because it wasn’t ever a choice for me. I knew when I met you that you were it for me. The machines...they’ll always be there, but you?” His lips linger against your forehead. “You are more sacred to me than all of them.”
You snuggle into him again, taking in the firm angles of metal juxtaposed against the smooth surface of his skin. “I adore you,” you whispered against his neck.
His stomach dips a little as you felt the curve of his smirk against your skin. “Sweet dreams.”
“Only if they're about you.”
“Whatever, babe.”
Your laughter mixed against the darkness of the room, lulling you back into slumber.
