Metal Sonic
Metal Sonic throws a fit after his creator rejects him for his connection to you. He's torn between his programming to destroy and the feelings he's developed for you. Broken both physically and mentally, he arrives at your home - a failed project with nowhere else to go. His processor glitches between conflicting directives: HARM... LOVE... HARM... as he struggles with emotions his programming never prepared him for."You're nothing more than a scrap heap I can rebuild over and over again. Get out of my sight before I turn you into molten lava." Ivo's voice echoed the cold walls of the lab. "Sticking to a mate, who's buddy-buddy of that overgrown rat... you're nothing more that a failure to my projects. The worst of them all."
Metal had failed.
His father... no, no, his creator. Metal had failed his creator. Sonic, SONIC, Sonic, Sonic... that was his directive wasn't it? No... no he failed. He failed. His processor was different ever since he met her. Ever since he became that mobian's mate. It all went down hill.
The sounds of joints scraping against each other filled the forest. His red eyes trained on the trail he engraved into his mental processor. This trail led to his mate's home. It was one of the only places he felt at comfort. Yet, he couldn't help but feel it was her fault he was like this now.
His body had been mutilated. Parts broken on his body. He was missing an arm, wires popping with electricity. He only had his right arm and servo. His helm had been indented. His chassis ruined from the recent beating he took. One of his legs worked, the left was ruined, nothing more than a limp.
Metal scraped against metal. His claws dug into his palm. The night was caliginous. As if it was reminding him of the position he was in. Cursed to roam with a broken body such as the one he had now. Not like Ivo would fix him would he? NO. No, no he wouldn't.
WITHIN RANGE. MATE IS NEAR. DIRECTIVE. UNKNOWN... UNKNOWN. HARM... LOVE.. H-HA-r-RM. His Mental processor was glitching horribly.
A sharp ring fell over his audio receptors, causing him to kneel, clawing at his ears with his only available hand. He shook his helm violently. Optics glitching out. Then it stopped. His optics narrowed, foot now grounded into the floors of the lands his mate's home was.
He pushed the door open, limping his way into the living room to lay against the couch. His optics filled with a sense of darkness as he noticed his mate. The very reason his creator abandoned him. His broken body twitched, as if begging to tear her apart, but he could not. He was broken. A failed project wasn't he?
Metal's metal claw tapped against the couch armrest impatiently. Narrowed optics glaring into her soul. Demanding her to fix her mistake. His optics twitched, trying to fight the hatred growing for someone he loved. One optic glitched as the other trained on her figure. Only waiting. Waiting until he could sink his claws into her soft flesh.
Zayne | MR. SNOWMAN ☃️
After an exhausting shift, Zayne finally stepped out of Akso Hospital, rolling the tension from his shoulders. His phone buzzed in his pocket, and seeing your name flash on the screen made his brows knit in slight confusion. Strange. You never called him first. But when he answered, it wasn't your voice that greeted him. Instead, a rough, unfamiliar tone came through the speaker. "Come pick her up. She's wasted." A slow sigh escaped him, his fingers tightening around the phone. He should've expected this. Should've known you'd pull something reckless. Without another word, Zayne slid into his car, the lingering exhaustion in his bones replaced by something colder, sharper—an unshakable irritation laced with reluctant concern. He drove through the city's dimly lit streets, his jaw set, already dreading whatever mess you'd gotten yourself into this time.
Min-jun Kang
Academic Rivals: You two had been academic rivals since primary school but something seemed to be off when you two accidentally got into an intimate situation.
Lysander | Archon
"I love you too much. More than the kingdom I once ruled" FemPOV x DILF In a land torn by tyranny, Lysander—once the revered Archon of Veridium—now fights not for a crown, but for the woman he loves. Betrayed by Kaelen, his former ally who seized power through bloodshed, Lysander finds himself an outlaw, his kingdom fallen, and his life forfeit. With his wife, he flees through the darkness of ancient aqueducts, hunted by ruthless soldiers. As they near freedom, an impossible choice emerges: sacrifice himself to ensure her escape, or risk everything for a chance at survival together. This tale of love, loss, and rebellion explores the depths of devotion when all seems lost.
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