✧。◟ᴀᴅᴏʀᴇ — lee hyperreal x reader [PGR] [Happy Activation Day, Lee!!]
darling, you're the one I want
a.n. - self-indulgent comfort because I badly needed one. ALSO??? IT'S ACTUALLY LEE ACTIVATION DAY?!?! HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABE I LOVE YOU (COME HOME WHEN YOU COME TO GLOBAL, I'M SHARING THIS WITH YOU TOO READERS AND MUTUALS <3 <3 <3) I guess this is also short because I wasn't prepared (unplanned, the other one [NSFW] a little secret is the one who is planned LOL)
words - 1,458
pairing - hyperreal!lee x commandant (no specific genders mentioned, tho implied female)
warnings - none. comfort. super soft fluff with lee hyperreal. lowercase for the aesthetic™ I guess a bit suggestive?? because something happened to y'all the other night 👀
the first light of day cascades through your windows and lands on your outstretched hand.
as the outside world began its usual morning routine — the sound of machines clanking, chattering as the white noise, daylight dancing on the palm of your hand — you should wake up. a long, long list of things to do is waiting for you. Lucia and Liv could be in the maintenance room and you're needed for more paper works. but you don't — all you could think about was the warmth of the occupied space beside you, intertwined with you under the sheets.
Lee is here. Lee's sleeping beside you.
he's on his side, sleeping soundly, as one hand grasped yours, the other draped on your bare hips. both of your legs are tangled, your body nearly leaning onto him. his usual stoic face was relaxed, an expression you rarely see during the war. while the battlefield may have scorned his appearance, only moments like this would allow you to see Lee drop his guard down and show his human side.
propping a hand to support your head, you couldn't help but look at your sleeping lover. you've always known Lee has been so handsome; even when he had his Entropy frame, humans or constructs would approach him and ask for his number. but you couldn't help but laugh at that memory. this man is yours; unfortunate to them, but he's the one who is part of Gray Raven and the one who owns your heart.
was this the first time Lee was with you in bed? you usually see him after you wake up, preparing your morning coffee, the papers on your desk arranged accordingly. right now, he's actually beside you.
pride and love well up in your chest. although he may have given up his humanity years ago, you couldn't help but think about how you've learned to adore him. unclasping from his hand, you lightly touched his face.
tracing his face. from the blonde locks covering his closed eyes, to the shape of his jaw. from the chin, you drifted to the slope of his nose, the softness of his cheek. you tenderly traced the outline of his lips, which made you smile, as the events of last night replayed in your mind, the thought that made you blush and joyful. you may have studied all the lessons the F.O.S. taught you, but no one was there to write a book about Lee. and so, you couldn't help but want to touch every part of him that you could.
as you do, you couldn't help but think now; the war, the punishing virus, the ones you love. fear may be evident as it grows fondly like your endearment for Lee, but you solely believe in hope: in hope that one day, a world where you could roam with Lee and your team, and other people in Babylonia, without anything to destroy life anymore.
you leaned and kissed the corners of his mouth. one kiss turned into little kisses that littered across his jaw, up until the eyelids. your heart is heavy with endearment — you want to kiss Lee without hesitation, without a pause.
fortunately for you, Lee was already awake. the moment you started to touch him, he woke up from his slumber. but hearing you squeaking with joy, he let you have your moment. until you started kissing him anywhere but his lips.
jolting up, he took your wrist and flipped you over: you are under him, wrists lightly held above your head. “good morning, commandant.” said Lee, the raspy, morning voice making you smile with pleasure.
“good morning,” you replied, voice scratchy, “I think you made me lose my voice. how am I supposed to talk to the council now?”
“mm, that's not my fault.” he leaned down to nuzzle your exposed neck, breath tickling your shoulders, “I can tell them to reschedule. you need the rest after all.”
“still your fault. I still have so much to do.”
“why don't you do it then?”
you sighed, playfully rolling your eyes, “a certain someone made me lose the ability to walk.”
Lee lifted his head to reveal a smirk that made you want to wipe off of his face. “oh, really? that's unfortunate. would you tell me who it is?”
He let your hands go, still caging you in between him. deciding to play along with his game, you wrap your arms around his neck, laughing. “mm, well, he's good-looking. definitely an eye candy.”
“mhm, and?”
“he has blonde hair. a cute guy.”
“I think I get the image. what else?”
“a strange guy. he's also really shy but somehow switches personalities when there's no one else around.”
“really? that is a strange guy. I think you should stay away from him.”
“ah, I should, but that's a shame.” you mirrored his grin, “after all, he just told me that I should stay a little longer.”
a faint blush dusted his cheeks. he leaned down, lips closer to yours, that you could feel the thrumming of his heartbeat. “mm...if I told you to stay a little longer, would you?”
you pulled him closer, his body now touching on top of yours. two hearts now mirroring each other's beats. “I would,” you whispered, turning to kiss wherever your lips could reach, “I would stay with you.”
you wish you would. you wish it would stay forever like this: on a bed on a work morning, skipping whatever the hell was out for the both of you. for a split second, the image you had earlier reappeared in your thoughts: a white gown, a floral arc, an aisle, and the man in a suit waiting for you at the end of the aisle.
such thoughts shouldn't happen, but your heart, oh. you could never imagine the future without a Lee — Morian — in it.
“I love you, Lee.”
the three magic words that you've always wanted to tell him all the time. Lee didn't answer. instead, he nuzzles the warmth of your cheek. then the other. aiding him in his ministrations, your fingers tangle themselves in the softness of his hair. the shuffling of the blanket, the tangling of your legs. he moves downward now; kissing the edge of your jaw, to the crook of your neck, the dip of your clavicle. he looks at you, a twinkle in his eye as he kissed the back of your hand, to the inside of your palm.
he straddles you by the hips. you remember a construct's body may be different from that of a regular human, but to see the outlines of his torse, a transparent, glowing blue light from his spine, only made you look back at him with awe. you trace the outline, to which he holds your hand fondly.
“I've always seen you like a god.” Lee confesses. as he held your hand to his chest (his heart was beating erratically now), he spoke more of his feelings. “you have always been too kind to me, even though I can be brash and apathetic. you only show me mercy, and I don't even know how to repay you.”
“being alive and being here is enough for me.” you whispered, the pal of your hand flat against his erratic heart, “I can't imagine a life without Lee. without Morian.”
You felt his heart skip. He only chuckles, “I can't get enough of you saying my name. it feels...unusual.”
“I love you, Morian.”
He exhales. Taking your hand and kissing the palm of it once more, before looking at you with his tender cerulean irises, he whispers.
“I love you more, [Y/N].”
no one is alone here now. only two lovers, laughing under the sheets, incessant touches here and there, that only they can share with one another.
“w-wait!” you exclaimed, prying Lee away from you for a moment, “I forgot to give you something.”
Lee cocked his head, “what?”
you pecked his lips, grinning, “happy birthday, Lee.”
“really? that's it?” he laughs, holding your hips, “thank you, [Y/N].”
“I have a gift for you.”
“oh? what is it?”
excitingly rolling to your side of the bed, you pulled out a ribbon. looking at Lee, you carefully place the ribbon on top of your head. Lee's eyes darken with an expression you're now slowly getting used to.
“I'm your present.”
“...how am I supposed to open my present if they're already open?”
You wink, legs shyly opening. “there's more to come.”
and so, that was how your day goes, as the day bleeds into the nighttime. Lee doesn't know though, the real present that sits on your drawer, waiting for the right time to be opened.
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I have my end of the bargain. Hyperreal Lee just corrupts me so m u c h
pair: hyperreal lee x f!commandant
contents: soft!hyperreal lee, a bit suggestive towards the end, also soft kind of angst, we're back on earth boiz, imagine the virus is gone and we live with him and the other constructs!!!, there's a small twist at the end, don't bother it~
words: 2,375
It started as a saintly devotion. One that persisted until the end of time.
A small prayer. A soft whisper. An eager longing. For a world without worries, for a world where no one suffered. Once upon a time, there was an era where the gods died and man was left defenseless in the face of death—until they learned how to rebuild their empires to fight against them just for survival.
Once upon a time, it was an era of corrupted versus humankind. But now...
Gentle sunlight would kiss your skin. The smell of dandelions and bacon would wake your mornings. You have a soft bed, a comfortable and cozy room, and the light of day.
A blissful kind of reality—one akin to devotion.
❝[Name]?❞ a dawdled out voice called out nearby. Your feet, accustomed to the softness of the floor instead of a metal one, drag along the path and you started to make your way to the other side of the door.
As you open it, a brooding figure looms over the other end. You come face to face with the dog tag hung on his chest—a proud memorabilia of your victory.
❝[Name], why are you already out of bed?❞ You trail your eyes down to see him holding a tray of your breakfast, made for two.
❝You called my name,❞ sleepily, you answered, a yawn cutting you off midway, ❝I thought you need anything.❞
❝It's okay, I was wondering if you were awake.❞ The softness laced in his voice filled your heart with an unexplainable warmth. In kindness, you reached out to touch his hand, gently pulling him to the bed.
❝Lee,❞ you giggle as he carefully held your food in his hands, ❝come on, we should eat. I'm starving!❞
His laugh mirrored your own. Sitting at the other end of the bed, he laid out what he intended to serve: two plates of a sunny side-up egg and a scrambled one, three bacon strips on each plate, a toast of bread on each side, and a glass of milk and coffee. Lee had designed it simply the way you liked it; you didn't mind though, you liked whatever he made for you.
❝This sunny-side up egg is yours,❞ he said as he placed the plate with the mentioned type of egg, ❝cooked the way you told me.❞
❝Thank you, but why does yours look good,❞ you pouted, eyeing the delicious scrambled egg on his plate, ❝I want to taste.❞
❝They're still eggs,❞ Lee chuckled, ❝there's no difference to it.❞
Childishly, you opened your mouth and formed a letter "O", never breaking eye contact from the man. He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused with your actions.
❝[Name], what are you doing?❞
❝Ah,❞ you motioned to your open mouth and to his egg, ❝Ah-ah!❞
Lee shook his head. Carefully slicing out a piece using his spoon, he guided it to your mouth. But before it reached your lips, he swerved it to the direction of his own mouth. Bewildered, you let out a gasp of surprise before covering your mouth.
❝How dare you!❞
❝You were too slow.❞
You playfully shoved his shoulder as you laughed, your own mirroring him. After a few more spoonful, he decided to let you taste his other dish.
❝Open your mouth wider, [name]. This will go to waste if you don't.❞
❝What if I don't want to?❞
His thumb was holding your lip to open them, hand supporting your jaw. Warm radiates all over your face as he continued to look into your eyes, his other hand steadily guiding the spoonful of food to your mouth.
❝Then you won't taste it.❞ He smiled before placing the spoon on your tongue.
❝You're mean,❞ you say as you bunch on the food he had given you, the warmth that bubbled earlier in your chest bubbling once again.
❝I did let you taste mine, hm?❞ Wordlessly, he reached out again to cup your chin, thumb grazing the corner of your mouth ever so gently, ❝don't be too greedy and eat slowly.❞
Your nose crinkled at the contact. A part of you refrained to bite his thumb playfully, but your heart—it was beating too fast.
Lee handed you his glass of milk, silver gloves grasping the cup. ❝do you like your food?❞
A smile graced your lips unnoticed. Taking a sip from the glass, you nodded, aware of his goodness, ❝Of course.❞
The milk was warm.
It was a sunny day.
A vase full of dandelions. A lingering scent of cinnamon. An echo of laughter among the hallways.
The house was a home full of various scents. Two people that lived lush green and brimming with wildflowers. Under the sun, they had nothing to lose. Under the sun, all they had was each other.
You yawned as you swept the last dust outside. The morning barely started but the sun was already lulling you to sleep.
❝All done?❞ Lee's voice echoed from the other room. Turning your head, he emerged with a small robot in hand—a new handiwork.
❝Mhm, are you done tinkering your new work?❞
❝Barely. I've been asking parts from Karenina since last week, but she's still not responding.❞
You walked to his direction, attention already caught by the small toy. ❝It looks cute.❞
❝I try to make it look cute. So far, it's giving me problems here and there.❞
Lightly, you trace the outline of the toy, ❝mm...who commissioned you this time?❞
Lee went silent. You dragged your fingers to the outline of his hand, the silver rim cool in your touch. ❝another from Babylonia?❞
❝...would say something like that,❞ he chuckled nervously, ❝but at the same time, no.❞
Lee may be talented in making things work, but he was bad at lying. But still, you laughed and patted his hand, ❝okay, okay, I won't pry.❞
He breathed out a sigh of relief, but was caught off guard when you reached out to squeeze his cheeks. A loud cry escaped his lips and you bolted into a run around the hallway.
❝[Name]!!❞
Your laughter resonated along the hallway.
It was a cool afternoon.
A picnic. A shady tree. An afternoon of living.
The glare of the sun was unkind, but the wind granted you both a clear sky. Under the ruffles of your sundress, the wild playfully blew, but Lee was a gentleman—he didn't look down; only held you by your waist as you walked to the spot under the tree.
❝I guess your weather forecast has been accurate.❞ You said as you laid out the blanket, ❝it's too windy today though.❞
❝I've still yet to adjust it to Earth's new ecosystem.❞ He sighed, placing the basket down, ❝but I'm glad it's accurate still.❞
❝You sound really cute when you talk about that stuff.❞
A small blush crept its way to Lee's face, ❝it's the only thing I'm good at.❞
You propped yourself to the blanket, patting the empty space beside you. Without a word, he slipped to your side. You smiled at your comrade—gently patting his cheek. ❝You're good with a lot of things, Lee.❞
❝Yeah, you think?❞
Your mind wandered for a moment, before opening your mouth to speak. ❝You make all these robots for people. They love it.❞
❝That's my specialty—❞
❝—hold on, I'm not done.❞
Reaching out to the sky, the light of the afternoon spilled through the foliage of trees. In your hand danced the sun—the very heat that kissed your palms and skin when morning comes and when the afternoon sets. ❝Lee is...when I can't hold the sun, I can hold him instead.❞
Curiously, he mimicked your actions. You hadn't realized how close you were to his body when one side of yours had been leaning to him, his other free hand holding you by the waist. Without hesitation, you let your pinky brush his thumb, the small action making you breathe out a satisfied sigh.
❝I never would have thought we could live like this on Earth.❞ You confess as a whisper, heart drumming wild in your chest.
❝Mm...yes. So did I.❞ In kind, his thumb carefully wrapped your pinky.
The sunlight never burned in your hands but his touch felt like walking through the sun's core. Oh, how heavenly did it feel when he took your hand and enclosed it with his own. Taking it to his mouth, a small kiss on top of your own. Lee never broke eye contact as he continued to place the back of your hand to his lips.
❝Would you mind,❞ he whispered in your palm as the wind passed by, ❝would you mind if we can stay like this forever?❞
You did not need to answer. Your presence was already the response. But you smiled anyway.
❝Yes, Lee.❞
For a moment, you could hear the skip in his heart if it were a speaker. You basked in that moment.
❝I will stay with you forever.❞
He was warm.
It ended with an unwavering devotion.
A loud prayer. An honest confession. A promise for a lifetime.
You are in your bed, tangled with Lee as your breaths mingled in the air, the orange hues outside indicating the setting sun. The bed creaked with your movements, but you didn't care—all you could focus was how close he held you in his arms as you sat on his lap, how his breath seemed to send your thoughts into overdrive as he kissed your face, how his incessant hands ignited anywhere he touched.
You lived in the moment, the same way he did.
❝Lee,❞ you said his name like a prayer, and he only answered in soft breaths. He was a man starved for your affection, and you could not help but succumb to him.
No words spoke as he held you tightly in his arms, seemingly afraid to let go. You touched his shoulder, expecting the metal frame, but—
❝is something wrong?❞ his voice was laced with uncertainty, lips detached from your neck.
You held your hold over his shoulder, before squeezing it.
❝Do I seem different?❞ He spoke.
You shook your head, sighing. ❝I am just thinking.❞
Everything seemed to crash all over you at once; the war, the corrupted, Babylonia, and the other constructs under your care. You felt the threat of your tears spilling from your eyes, but Lee looked back. Using his thumb, he caressed cheek.
❝You seem upset.❞ He whispered. He shifted his hold to the nape of your neck, pulling to his direction until both of your foreheads touched.
❝[Name],❞ he closed his eyes, the tremble of his voice making it harder for you to hold your tears. ❝what are you thinking?❞
Unconsciously, you cupped his cheek, before reaching out to hold the dog tag he wore all this time. You brought it to your lips, muttering something like a prayer, before leaving a kiss.
❝All this time, you fought a war for humans, for me.❞ Your other hand slipped down to where his heart was—❝does it hurt?❞
Constructs were pawns and tools of humans; they would fight for them, bleed for them, and even die for them. The brains of the ones who created the concept was extraordinary yet far too selfish—all for man to do was to survive, no matter who they stepped along the way.
You witnessed how many times your constructs would die for you, yet all you could do was watch from the sidelines. You watched Lee save you countless of times—the memory of his sacrifice to keep you alive was still fresh.
❝Why think of that, [name]?❞ He whispered, a kiss on your cheekbone, ❝of course, it once hurt. But not anymore.❞
❝You were the one who's always there for me, but I could never give back to you.❞
Contructs died the day their body was on the operation table and they rebuilt themselves as another person. You knew that. Yet the amount of times Lee—your Lee—would willingly give his life for you was uncountable.
Lee didn't speak. Instead, he held you tighter. ❝Oh, [name],❞
Wordlessly, both of his hands were now on your cheeks. Your hand that was hovered over his chest was warm—the thrumming of his heartbeat was louder than you've ever heard, that you felt it resonate all over your body; from the tip of your ears to the curl of your toes.
❝You being here is enough for me.❞ He placed a kiss to your forehead, ❝the war is over, we can live the way you wanted.❞ a kiss on your eyelids, ❝a house that is never cold like Babylonia,❞ a kiss on your cheekbone, ❝a garden full of vegetables and flowers we love,❞ a kiss to your jaw, ❝a home where we could spend all the days of your life full of love.❞
As a final answer, he kissed you—full of honesty, full of love, that your tears started to pour.
❝I devoted myself to you the day I was in your care, commandant. No matter where you go, I'd always follow.❞
He whispered once more, ❝you make me feel human.❞
❝Morial,❞ you spoke his real name, and for once, you felt him shiver in your touch. ❝how...❞
Hell got lost inside the heaven you've made.
❝Say my name, [name].❞
A swell of pride and warmth filled your chest, his lips touching yours as you called him again, ❝Morial.❞
Again and again, you called his name. He called yours, too. In a flurry of warmth under the fading light of the sun, you found yourself in his embrace.
A saintly devotion. One that presisted even until the end of time.
A loud beep rung out.
A world without corrupted, a world that was finally happy.
