Blue Onyx

This whole account is STRICTLY for NICHE characters, characters with little to no fanfic presence, or even just niche pairings / troupes involving niche characters. If it's a game or movie or show or WHATEVER that I haven't seen before, it'll take me some extra time to get out a fic. SO, if you are in the business for someone to write your FAVOURITE character who is drifting under the radar, request away!

Note: I am a functioning human being who has an active life outside of social media. It will take me some time to get fics out, especially if I have requests pending already.

Andy x Fem!Reader

DIRECTIVE: LOVE?

Synopsis: Andy tries to understand a feeling that his programming wasn't built for and why he's feeling it for his friend.

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Andy's prime directive had always been the same thing, to do what's best for Rain. Though he lacked the abilities to carry out that objective effectively, he remained a permanent, albeit rather unconventional, presence in her life. Closer to being siblings than android and human.

He was damaged goods as some would point out, better off as parts than not fully functioning. It was something he was well aware of, but if Rain still wanted him, he had a purpose. And besides, that's not how Rain saw it, or you for that matter.

Oh yes, you. A constant presence in his and Rain's life and one he deeply enjoyed, you were basically his first and only friend outside of Rain. You'd never seen him as others did, a tool missing it's usefulness. Instead you treated him more like a person, not something to be looked down upon just because his insides lacked real organs. He enjoyed your company, a lot, you just seemed to understand even when he wasn't making much sense. You both had a lot in common, video games, terrible jokes he would later repeat to Rain, and even in aspects you didn't he still liked listening to your voice when you talked.

He'd never been a regular android, it's just how he's built. Even so, he'd been feeling odd lately, like something was changing within him. Andy tried to focus on the everyday but his mind would always drift to something you'd said or the way you smiled at him when you saw him yesterday, and every time it happened, he felt a sort of crackling in the back of his head and his directive felt hazy.

He began to notice he would worry about you, whether you were ill or uncomfortable, he would do whatever he could to help make you feel better. Rain wasn't oblivious to the way his gaze would linger or how he would ask about you either, she was well aware that something was going on with him.

At first he thought something was wrong with his code, ran diagnostics, had Rain check him out but nothing unusual showed up. He distanced himself for a bit, trying to see if some time apart from you would change the way he was feeling. But after a few days, he became restless and it only seemed to worsen everything, all he could think about was you. And you, had become worried something was wrong with him and kept asking Rain about him and why he didn't want to see you, which only made Andy feel terrible about avoiding you.

So he started spending time with you again and you both decided to just forget that period of time even happened.

It wasn't until late night came around and Rain started complaining to him about her failed relationship with Tyler that something clicked, like it all sort of made more sense. He tried to rationalize how he could be feeling like this about you but he couldn't. Was it really... love?

"I think I feel like that about [Name]." Andy had blurted out, cutting Rain off mid sentence. She turned towards him with a questioning look, eyebrow furrowed and hands hanging at her sides.

"Disappointed?" She asked in confusion, slightly curious to know if something had happened between the two of you.

"No, I think... I like her as more than a friend." He clarified, blinking at her for a moment before looking thoughtful again.

Now that shocked her, her mouth agape and she had gone rigid. That certainly wasn't what she was expecting to hear from him. She didn't even know he could feel like that, obviously she knew he loved her and that there had been human-synthetic relationships, but him specifically was something that hadn't even crossed her mind. Rain had to take a few breaths before sitting down and having a, rather lengthy, chat about relationships, synthetics and potentially unrequited feelings. She didn't quite understand how he was 'feeling' this way but she would certainly prepare him for any possible scenario that could play out between him and you.

Andy tried to keep everything normal between the two of you after that and for the most part it worked, save for Rain's knowing looks between you both. But a part of him craved for you to know, even if it didn't go well. Which it would, because unbeknownst to him or, well, anyone, you were head over heels for him. It was something you felt rather embarrassed about considering he was a synthetic you assumed wouldn't understand what you meant if you confessed to him. So you buried it deep.

He kept hanging out with you, playing video games with you, telling you terrible dad jokes. It almost felt like he was already your boyfriend, minus the status and customary relationship-y affections. He tried a few times to be a little more romantic, but he lacked any real example to go off of so it came off more like him simply trying to be funny.

The only real move he made that turned out to be rather fruitful, was the time he reached out, trying to stay casual and slipped his hand into yours. Your palm was warm and soft and... hm, he liked this. A lot. Even better was the fact that you didn't pull away, simply looked up at him and smiled, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze.

Taabe x Fem!Reader

LET ME IMPRESS YOU

Synopsis: Taabe's constant life goal, in almost every aspect, is to impress you, his love.

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It wasn't unusual for men to puff out their chests and try to impress the girls they felt something for or their women, it was something even birds did, and Taabe was no exception.

He was an exceptional hunter, he cared more than his words would allow but his actions always said everything you needed to know, his skill set was built on how to provide. Provide for his family and now, provide for you. He is cocky when it comes to what he can do and even some things he can't do. He's a confident carer through and through.

Though, he isn't just prideful about his abilities, he is about yours too. Whether you weave or forage or heal, he is always subtly bragging about you and your abilities. He's proud of you as a whole and the fact that he gets you all to himself. You could be doing nothing at all and he'd be admiring you, he's enamoured, something his sister loves to point out.

Taabe would return from hunts with something specially for you, every time. The bigger or more beautiful the catch, the more excited he was to present it to you. An eagle with gorgeous feathers which he would later pluck and gift to you, and you would turn into jewellery and a hearty dinner. Even that he would fight you on, insisting he would take care of dinner that night, the same line he used every time he'd see you begin cooking. A deer he would carry back himself, no matter how hard the trek was. Doing the gross work like skinning and cleaning, giving his mother and sister the rest of the meat and saving the parts you taught him were most tender for you, bringing the pelts to you after they had cured. He'd never been more proud than to see a pelt he had brought to you, turned into a pair of boots you wore often.

You would carefully take care of his hair, threading your fingers through it, braiding it perfectly. He found it calming and comforting, as if it was somehow moulding your souls together. He would take care of you just the same, taking care your hair, no matter the texture or length, he would learn how to treat it right. He'd watch you with a fixated, loving gaze if you ever helped him with his body paint before hunts or ceremonies.

His need for closeness to you was something that even surprised him when you both officially got together. He certainly wouldn't smother you, he'd let you do your own thing and he was simply there to catch you if you were ever to fail or fall. But, he was definitely always there. When the sun set and nightfall came, he'd crawl into the furs and blankets next to you, surrounding you in his arms. A silent protection even in a time of rest. In those moments, he would whisper things he thought were impossible to express with words, vulnerable and raw when it's only you before him. And when winter came, he would keep you warmer than he kept himself. Thicker robes and bedding. A fire he kept lit, even if it meant waking up periodically during the night. Those nights, he would keep you tucked against his chest, insulating you within his body heat.

His sister, Naru, is the biggest moving obstacle between him and you. It wasn't that she didn't like you, in fact she loved you and acted as if you were her own sister, she just loved annoying her brother at every turn. Sometimes it was completely unintentional, preoccupying your time with questions and advice or asking you to watch her throw her axe, while Taabe tried to capture your attention again. And other times she knew exactly what she was doing, she'd step in and drag you away when he'd be settling down next to you, sit down as you two were talking and making a duo, a trio. You never truly minded Naru's antics, Taabe however, was never happy and would try to end her reign of annoyance as quickly as possible, which would only egg her on more.

He would learn something new for you, even if it "wasn't meant for men". He saw it differently, if it was something you enjoyed or were fascinated by, he saw it as important and a way to understand you better, rather than something to do with gender roles. He also found it a way to impress you, that he was knowledgeable on something you cared about.

He would wear anything you made for him, even if it wasn't something you were particularly proud of, it was made for him from you, he will wear it. Beaded necklaces made from carved and dyed wood, boots made of fur he had brought to you, bracelets and arm cuffs with carved patterns or even animal designs of things he's hunted or plans to hunt one day. His head always held high wearing something made by you. He'd be ecstatic if you made him a new bow or bow string, there's something so warming about getting a practical gift, showing you paid attention to when he would complain about resistance or wear on his current bow. Lifting you off your feet in a hug and spinning you around.

Male V (Vincent) x Fem!Reader

COLD NIGHTS

Synopsis: V leaves his poor, freezing girlfriend without any warmth during a winter's night.

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V is many things, most of which you could name right now. A bastard, an asshole, and maybe even negligent.

A shiver runs through you, goosebumps had long since risen to your skin. It was one of those rare night's V actually returned home in one piece, let alone at all. You suppose you should be thankful, but in this moment, you feel pettily spiteful.

Now something to know about V is, he runs like a furnace when he sleeps, in such a way that you sometimes refuse to cuddle him during summer. But now, the cold nights of winter had come about and you cherished every second of warmth from his sleeping inferno. Though, he had, as of an hour ago, committed a cardinal sin. He had rolled away from you in his sleep and unfortunately taken his heat with him.

Sure, you could simply get up and turn on the heating, but that would mean climbing over him and leaving the comfort and minimal warmth of your shared bed. You glare at the silhouette of his back and shoulders, conveniently facing away towards the expanse of his apartment. The large window allowed the neon lights from outside to play around on the floor in a kaleidoscope of colours. My gaze catches on the dance of light for a moment, calming me before I quickly go back to my scheming of vengeance against my own boyfriend.

Just as I begin to resign myself to simply trying to drift back into dreamland, an idea comes to mind.

It's nothing big or elaborate in revenge but it's petty enough to satisfy me just the same. A mischievous shiver runs through me as a smile graces my lips and I grip the blanket tightly, as if it's the only thing my hands will ever hold again. And I begin to turn, rolling in the opposite direction to him and gathering all the blanket and it's warmth for myself. When I stop, now facing the wall and basically a human blanket burrito, I let out a satisfied and relaxed sigh. There's a certain warmth that comes with becoming a thick roll of fabric and it chases the frosty air away.

A half asleep grunt comes from behind me and a shuffle follows as a hand comes to feel around my side of the bed, patting along until it lands on my side, feeling the blanket quizzically. A slight snort emanates from his throat.

"Are you serious?" V's voice rumbles, still coated with a layer of sleep and amusement as he realizes the situation.

I only let out an equally as amused hum, settling into the position and letting my eyes close fully.

"You could've just said something." His voice comes again, getting closer to my ear as he turns over towards me, the sheets rustling and the bed dipping as he presses up against my back and brings an arm over my waist.

"You sleep like a log, V." I respond softly, my tone playfully accusatory. Yet I settle down into this hold and prepare to sleep.

A deep chuckle comes from him, vibrating through my back.

"That I do."