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A little late with this one, but here's the newest round. Prompts go here! A new post will be made at 3000 comments. Please link your fills to the Round 4 Fill Post.
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A little late with this one, but here's the newest round. Prompts go here! A new post will be made at 3000 comments. Please link your fills to the Round 4 Fill Post.
Kinkmeme indexes: deliciouspotato, Delicious index 1 (doesn't seem to ( Read more... )
CoreWheatley/Chell
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Author Note: Sorry, I know this isn't really what you asked for, but this is where the writing took me. I hope OP enjoys it anyway, and that someone else will come along and give you something better.
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69%
That was the odds that The Love Calculator gave him and The Lady. 69%
Dr. Love thinks that a relationship between Wheatley and The Lady has a reasonable chance of working out, but on the other hand, it might not. Your relationship may suffer good and bad times. If things might not be working out as you would like them to, do not hesitate to talk about it with the person involved. Spend time together, talk with each other.
Wheatley stared at the little definition that had come with the percentage, considering what it meant. Wheatley had been reading a lot of books lately, well, one book, well, a bit of one book that he had kind of struggled with before deciding that he had mostly gotten the gist of it and, besides, any idiot could see that things would end happily between those Romeo and Juliet kids, so, ya know, not much point in reading the whole thing; anyway, he had been reading, and had come across the concept of 'love' in the work, and thought, well, two people that really rather like each other in a world where everyone seems awfully keen to stab each other, sounds a bit like his and the lady's situation.
So, being a little fuzzy on what that term actually meant, he had looked it up on the old inter-webs because, very recently, he had discovered that going online would NOT, in fact, kill him dead on the spot, surprise surprise.
Love is an emotion of strong affection and personal attachment
Yep, yep, had started sounding more like his and The Lady's situation more and more all the time, and wowza, had the inter-webs had a lot to say on the subjects. 8,590,000,000 things to say about it, in fact, and as he had looked through some of the websites trying to figure this out better, he had come across Dr. Love's website, which insisted that one could calculate how likely love would last based on each person's name.
Ah, science! Now that was something Wheatley could put some faith in, and this doctor, he reasoned, clearly knew what he was talking about, otherwise they wouldn't call him the Doctor of Love. They'd call him, perhaps, the Lab Assistant of Love, or even The First-Year Student of Love. No, no, this guy certainly knew what he was talking about...but still...
69%.
Maybe the percentage would have gone up if he had actually put in The Lady's name, but, see, this was the slightly embarrassing bit, he didn't actually know what it was. The question simply hadn't come up back when they had first met and were struggling not to die by falling building, and now Wheatley felt that too much time had gone by to just casually bring it up, "Ah, yes, how's testing going luv, yes, still working on that escape plan, by the way, about your name...?" no, no, no, far too embarrassing, not a chance. Besides, she didn't speak, so there was that...
69% wasn't actually a bad grade, per se...it wasn't failing. Hell, it was practically a 'C', which was, ya know, average. According to the Doctor, he and The Lady had about an average chance of getting together...
But, see, and here was thing...he didn't feel like his feelings were average. In all truth, his feelings for The Lady, in comparison to how he had ever felt about anything ever, were above-average in their dizzying, confusing intensity. And NOT just because she was his last and only hope of ever leaving a facility controlled by a recently reawakened mad woman who had always seemed to have a special spot of hatred towards him. He just sort of...she was just sort of...when she was around, everything was sort of...
Ugh, Wheatley didn't know. All he knew was The Lady had become important too him, and that the Doctor had said he had an about average chance of getting her to stay with him so that she could continue being...her. With him. Always.
Bloody nightmare, why did that sound so GOOD to him?
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And she should know. Wheatley was almost positive that she was supposed to know about this sort of thing. That Romeo fellow had told his lady how he felt practically the first second he knew her, and they had turned out alright. And if she didn't like him back...well, Wheatley wasn't entirely sure how she would tell him if she didn't, so complete and utter rejection might be avoidable, which was nice. Certainly a plus, that right there.
Right, so he had mostly the Doctor's approval, a fairly good grasp of what love was, and it was nearly impossible for him to be violently rejected...so, why hadn't he entered the test chamber to tell her yet?
He had been watching her test for fifteen minutes now, her jumping around the room and throwing blocks and just being rather amazing, as she was apt to do, such a good jumper she was, and he was just staring at her like a defective and ill-placed turret. Worthless, him just lagging about like this, waiting, for what, an invitation? She'd finish the test soon and move onto the next chamber and he'd have to wait until he could talk to her without being seen by Her, and who knows when that would be, so he ought to just...just do it. Call out to her, say, "Excuse me, not to interrupt, know your busy, but just wanted to let you know you're my one true love and all that, kay?" It would be so, so easy...
Except it wasn't easy, it really wasn't, and NOT just because the idea of going over there and telling her was scaring the sense out of him, leaving his insides shaking and his optic dilated to a pin. It was DANGEROUS to love her, because, well, she was a human with a thing for killing robots. Well, no, that wasn't fair, maybe not a thing for it, exactly, she only did it to survive and what not, but she still did it pretty regularly. What if one day she looked down at him as a burden, and killed him? Or at least left him? He wasn't sure his processing unit could take it, especially if she knew how he felt.
Or...or what if, one day she looked down at him as a burden...and didn't kill or leave him? What if he did something to mess everything up (Because, well, he did do that, occasionally, not like it was his, you know, defining characteristic or anything like that...) and his mistakes were about to get her killed and she just...didn't leave him. Because she loved him. Or because he loved her. Whichever.
He just...he didn't want to hurt her like that. Ever.
'After we get out.' Wheatley decided, railing away from the chamber, trying not to feel like a coward, trying to tell himself that he was actually bring brave, 'Once we get out, and there's less things trying to kill us, then I'll tell her.'
And maybe even not right away. After all, barring one of them actually dying, well, once they escaped, together, everything would be peachy-keen. She'd show him the world, and he'd, well, he'd be there with her, keeping her company, loving her, secretly, maybe not secretly, maybe openly. But they'd be out, and they'd be together. Definitely. Certainly. He was absolutely sure.
Well...69% sure anyway.
And that was practically a guarantee, if you rounded generously.
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Seriously though please, please never stop writing core!Wheatley
And this anon will love you forever
forever
Very cute though and SOGODDAMNINCHARACTERWOW... great job!
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