An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Original Work
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Original Female Character(s) & Original Male Character(s), Original Male Character(s) & Original Non-Binary Character(s)
Characters: Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Original Non-Binary Character(s), Original Characters, Original Cyborg Character(s)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Post-Canon, Future Fic, Parent-Child Relationship, Next Generation, (past) Emotionally Abusive Relationship, Past Violence, Manhandling, Original Character-centric, Begging, Gags, Partial Mind Control, Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Whump, Whumptember 2024, cyborg, Revenge
Series: Part 13 of The Fourteenth Zenith
Summary:
Sorya had neither forgiven nor forgotten Fross, even though it had been nearly thirty years after he ruined her best friend's life. And now that she and Franny were teaming up in their fight against Avad, and Fross was caught in the crossfire, she still felt vindicated when she watched him get his comeuppance later rather than never.
Even then, despite being unable to think about anything but revenge, there was a part of her that couldn't help but wonder if he truly deserved a fate worse than death - to be used as a living weapon - or, for that matter, if anyone did.
Featuring @soliscital’s OC Sorya 💞
@whumptember (late) Day 3: “You’re my last chance” and “enemies teaming up.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Horizon (Video Games)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Aloy (Horizon) & Original Male Character(s)
Characters: Aloy (Horizon), Artekai (Original Banuk Character), Original Male Character(s)
Additional Tags: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Implied/Referenced Sex, Minor Crossover Elements, Original Character-centric, Post-Game: Horizon Forbidden West: Burning Shores, Background Relationships
Series: Part 11 of Artekai's Song
Summary:
Aloy and Artekai meet at the beach after the events of the Burning Shores. After everything they've been through in the two years since they first set out on their journey, he has a new resolve to share with her.
“Y’know, Tess,” Robert said, lying on the couch with a disinterested look in his eyes. “You don’t have to buy every single thingamajig that FAS farts out just ‘cause Lis works there now. It’s getting kinda… cult-ish.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Horizon (Video Games)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Beta (Horizon) & Original Non-Human Character(s)
Characters: Beta (Horizon), Astraea (Original Non-Human Character), Original Non-Human Character(s)
Additional Tags: Pre-Canon, Original Character-centric
Series: Part 2 of Digital Girl
Summary:
“Goooood morning, Beta!” Astraea piped up without any warning, popping into the training interface with far more energy than Beta was prepared for. She yelped and jolted in her seat at the sudden intrusion, but Astraea simply ignored her reaction and kept speaking. “That is a figure of speech, obviously. There is no day or night in space.”
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Far Zenith's navigational AI checks in on Beta every so often, but never stays for long.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Horizon (Video Games)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Aloy (Horizon) & Original Male Character(s)
Characters: Artekai (Original Banuk Character), Aloy (Horizon), Original Male Character(s)
Additional Tags: First Meetings, Cultural Differences, Original Character-centric, Discussions of hunting and machine death as if they were living beings
Series: Part 2 of Artekai's Song
Summary:
After crossing paths on their way to Meridian and taking down a machine together, a Banuk hunter offers Aloy a unique team-up that will alter both of their journeys more than they could've imagined.
“Fight me!” Artekai cried out, a little ways away from where Ignama was sitting on a log, apart from the rest of the werak.
His voice was high pitched and strained, and Ignama suspected it wasn’t coming across as self-assured as he intended. She barely moved as she tilted her head to look up at the kid, who scowled down at her from where he was standing, legs a bit apart in a careful warrior’s stance, as he held his child-sized spear in one hand and curled the other into a fist.
She then turned her gaze away again and went back to sharpening her spear.
“A self-respecting warrior would not pick a fight with an opponent who cannot fight back.” She said, punctuating her words with the sound of metal. “There is no challenge in that.”
“So you admit defeat before we’ve even fought?” Artekai turned his nose up, a shit-eating grin on his face. “That’s just sad.”
A ghost of a smirk tugged at Ignama’s lips.
“Child, you are nine winters old.” She said. “You are barely half my height. You can hardly take down a measly Watcher by yourself.” She then shook her head, gaze still fixed on her own spear. “I won’t fight you until you are, at the very least, fifteen.”
“Coward! Fight me now!” Artekai said. “I might be nine, but you’re old and weak and missing one eye. Someone ought to challenge you for the chieftaincy before you become too weak to protect our werak.”
Now… that rubbed Ignama the wrong way.
With a flick of her wrist, she let her spear hit the snow with a crunching sound that seemed to attract Artekai’s attention. She stood up with a groan, reaffirming her grip around her weapon, but gave Artekai nothing more than a stony glance as she saw his face lit up with mischief.
“Very well.” She said. “If you insist.”
That child needed to be knocked down a peg. For the sake of his own chances at survival in the harsh world of southern Ban-Ur.
She had seen him fight plenty of times before, of course. He was strong, quick-witted, and assertive — he was quite impressive for a kid his age — but he was still a child. Not only was he physically smaller and more vulnerable, but he hadn’t seen a fraction of the world Ignama had seen, and so he was obviously no match for a seasoned adult like her.
He had barely only been able to try to land a hit on her when she knocked him down to the snow, drawing an “oof!” out of him.
“No fair!” He whined. “I wasn’t really ready! Let’s go at it again!”
He writhed around, kicked his feet, and tried to push Ignama’s spear off him with his own, but she was placing enough weight on it to keep him from wiggling away. The way she was holding her spear also left part of it positioned awfully close to Artekai’s head, so he turned his face up as much as he could to stay away, as if the spear were a sword and he were scared that she would cut him.
“It was a weak opening.” Ignama conceded with a nod. “You clearly are but a child.”
“But I was made by the machines!” Artekai shrieked, his voice cracking, as he wrenched harder and kicked his feet again. “I am Banukai’s successor. I am as good a vessel of the Blue Light as any flesh-and-blood human can be. You shouldn’t be able to beat me so easily!”
“You sing too loud for someone who doesn’t have a chorus to back him up.” Ignama said. “Made by machines or not, you must fight to earn your rightful place in the hierarchy like your elders did long before you. Do you understand?”
Artekai pouted, scrunching up his face and puffing his cheeks in a way that made him look, simultaneously, cute as shit and like he was about to explode out of anger. He sucked in a deep breath, chest rising exaggeratedly high as if he was trying to look bigger and stronger than he was on purpose, but he then seemed to realize there was no point in arguing back. And so, he huffed, closing his eyes as he admitted defeat.
“Yes, my chieftain.” He grumbled.
“Very well.” Ignama put her spear aside and began getting up, taking Artekai’s hand to help him up as well. Once he was standing, she gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze. “Keep up your training, Artekai. The rest of the world won’t hold back like I do.”
Artekai nodded curtly, though he avoided eye contact. With no more acknowledgment, he held his spear close to him and took off, as if hoping to spare himself any more embarrassment.
Good. Ignama has achieved her purpose if that was the case. The last thing she wanted was to dishearten the kid, but a little bit of caution would serve him well.
Thankfully, it seemed like she had found that sweet spot. When he was, once again, on higher ground than Ignama, and could look down at her comfortably, Artekai stopped in his tracks and turned on his heel to face her.
“I will be back.” He said, with an overly serious air, unfitting for his childish looks, that only made him look all the more adorable. “Next week.”
Ignama couldn’t help the smile that softened her expression, as she looked up at the kid. And so, she caved in. “Fine.” She said. “I’ll track your progress.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Horizon (Video Games)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Major Character Death
Relationships: Original Male Character/Original Male Character
Characters: Fross van der Meer (Original Zenith Character), Artekai (Original Banuk Character), Original Male Character(s), Erik Visser
Additional Tags: Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Whump, Misgendering, Cissexism, Murder, Begging, Erik Visser is His Own Warning, AI-less Whumptober 2023, Original Character-centric
Series: Part 8 of The Fourteenth Zenith, Part 9 of Artekai's Song
Summary:
Two forbidden lovers sneak into the Zenith launch tower and things only go downhill from there.
@ailesswhumptober 2023 Day 23: Begging / “Take me instead” / Forced to watch. I’m pretty late but it’s the thought that counts!
