#abner krill fanfiction

[embodyingchaos]

❥ heart to heart | chapter one

pairing: abner krill x oc genre: best friends to lovers! warnings: mention of experimentation, murder, abuse, manipulation, ABNER'S MOTHER, a bit suggestive around the end, implications of a boner word count: 7.5k masterlist: heart to heart next chapter: chapter two

the sound of rain slapping against the rough roads filled her ears. strong winds blew through her hair, but she still ran as fast as she could. barely escaping the cameras and light, and if she was seen, she'd use her powers. the facility was heavily secured, heavily armed, but with her killing everyone in sight, she would get away with ease. "come on!" she yelled at the only four test subjects left alive whom she was helping escape. all of them were younger than her, merely children around the ages of 5 to 13.

suddenly, multiple bangs rang throughout the entire area. shaking, the woman turned around and stared in horror as all four of them were dead on the ground. she couldn't do anything, nor did she have the time to cry. with no choice, she had to leave them all there and flee, only looking back when she was miles away. she was finally free, but at a price.

the walk through the woods felt like nothing compared to the things she faced at the lab. even if her feet were blistered by splinters or she was soaked by the rain, this was a thousand times better. she looked down at her wrist, the numbers '037' were permanently etched onto her skin. the girl clenched her fist before continuing to walk through the muddy forest. it took a while but eventually, she stumbled upon a gas station.

037 limped her way towards the entrance. the store clerk didn't even look at her, too busy mindlessly typing away on her nokia. there was only one other customer there, a middle-aged man wearing a grey t-shirt and a dark red flannel. when he saw her, his eyes widened. "darlin', are you alright?" the man asked with a southern drawl, she looked up and said nothing before immediately passing out. the man stared at her limp body and took shallow breaths. "what happened to you?" he muttered under his breath, before picking her up and walking back to his car.

"wy?" his wife called, "did they have the peanuts- dear lord!" she exclaimed, her hands flailing to her chest.

"wyatt, what happened?!" she got out of the car to help him open up the backseat door. wyatt placed 037 in the car, "i don't know." he grunted, holding his back. "she walked into the convenience store and the moment i asked if she was all right, she blacked out in the blink of an eye." his wife stared at her, concerned. "she's bruised all over and wearing a hospital gown. do you think she escaped from an asylum?" she wondered as they got into the car, "i have no idea. either way, i think we should bring her home and ask her when she wakes up. we don't have the money for a hospital visit, and by the looks of it, she doesn't either." he said, putting the car in reverse to get out of the parking spot.

it was the next morning when 037 woke up. she was surprised that the first thing she saw was pink walls and the first thing she smelled was eggs. she rubbed her head as she sat up, feeling her surroundings. a comfy bed, a tiny room, and the door's open. the girl got herself out of the tangled blanket and cautiously walked out the door. she saw a couple. a woman with bright yellow hair and dark green eyes was wearing a blue dress as she cooked up breakfast, while a man wearing a fisherman vest and slacks was sat at the table, reading the daily newspaper. 037 recognised that man, he was the last person she saw before her exhaustion entirely kicked in.

"oh, goody! you're awake!" the woman exclaimed, wiping her hands on a dishtowel. "was starting to get worried! you'd been out for an entire day." she walked closer to the young girl and she backed away with suspicion. the blonde woman realised this and stopped in her tracks. "we're not trying to hurt you, pumpkin." she softly reassured, wyatt placed the newspaper down. "let her get comfortable, nellie." he told her and then gestured for 037 to come sit down and eat.

she looked around and slowly headed to the table. they were living in an apartment and it was a tiny one, but it was homey and comfortable. 037 got startled when she saw a black cat jump onto the square dinner table. "lola, you want some water?" nellie cooed, pouring some water into a bowl and placing it in front of the black feline. 037 sat on the chair opposite of wyatt and next to nellie. "w-what happened?" her voice was so coarse and quiet, they almost didn't understand her. "oh! well, first, let us introduce ourselves." nellie said excitedly, "i'm nellie and this is my husband, wyatt, and this is lola, our cat." lola mewed in response, purring rather loudly as she sat on the table in loaf position.

"i saw you at the gas station store before you passed out. we brought you back to our place and nellie cleaned your bruises." wyatt explained as he folded up the newspaper and placed it behind him on another table. "i didn't shower you though! didn't wanna invade your privacy like that." the blonde quickly added, laughing nervously. 037 smiled, "explains why i smell like rotten fish." she joked, "thank you. i'm grateful for your hospitality but i don't believe i should burden you two any longer." her british accent broke here and there, signifying she needed water. nellie frowned and pushed a glass of water towards her, "you aren't burdening us in any way, sweetheart. have some breakfast and water, and if you feel uncomfortable, you can leave any time." she smiled and 037 felt like crying, tears were threatening to spill from her eyes. she grabbed the glass and downed the water in one gulp.

after breakfast, nellie insisted she shower and change into more comfortable clothing. when she did, she felt so much better. "hey." wyatt knocked on her door before he came in, "how're you doin'?" 037 smiled at him, "much better. thank you." he nodded, "it's nothing. though, we'd like to have your name." now, the girl was at a loss for words. what was she suppose to say? that she had no name?

she thought about it for a while before something struck her. somewhere she'd always wanted to go. "eden. my name's eden." she simply said, "well, eden, you're welcome to stay as long as you want." eden nodded, but as the dark haired man was about to leave the room she called out to him. "wait!" he turned around, "i could help with anything, to return the favour for letting me stay in your home." he smiled, "seems fair. you can help out with the cafe." she looked at him weirdly, getting up from her bed. "cafe?" he gestured for her to follow him out of the room.

they headed out the apartment door and headed down the stairs and it immediately led to a row of shop lots. "this is the cafe we own." eden looked to her left and saw a simple, sweet and feminine styled cafe, she realised they lived above their cafe. "it looks lovely." she whispered, wyatt snorted. "well, nells is going to be happy to hear that." he commented, walking through the glass doors.

nellie was currently working in the kitchen, rushing around as other employees got the display case, brewing machine and tables ready for opening time. by other employees, i really mean other employee. "viola! where on god's green earth did you put the salt?" nellie asked the girl working at the display case, placing pastries and cake at their proper spots. "i d-don't kn-know! i-i-it's suppose to be th-there!" she stuttered out, her anxiety building up.

when nellie spotted wyatt and eden, she smiled. "wyatt! and..." she remembered she had no idea what to call her, "eden." eden completed her sentence and nellie smiled. "what a pretty name!" she complimented and the black-haired girl blushed. things were definitely going to look up for her now.

it'd been ten years since eden had escaped that hell hole of a place and found her new home, but it still wasn't quite home.

"eden? can you take care of table 12?" nellie yelled out from the kitchen. eden was on her break but she was always willing to help out even so. she got up from her chair with a scrape, heading to table numbered 12. "hi, welcome to nellie's nostalgia, what can i get for you?" she wore her usual tired smile as she looked up from her notepad only to be faced with the sight of the same man she’d seen since the start of the week. he carried a medium-sized sketch book, had black hair with bangs that covered his eyes as he was always looking down. "c-could i have a coffee? black?" his voice was low and trembling, he didn't seem to be confident with his answer despite ordering the same thing every time he came into the cafe. eden had noticed his cheeks had looked a bit hollowed, realising he'd only been ordering coffee. her mind started to wander, wondering if he had eaten at all for the past week. "alright. anything else? maybe a pastry? we have some real good ones." he looked up for the first time, not expecting to be faced with a soft, comforting smile from the same woman who had been looking like she wanted nothing to do with him for the last six days. he stared at her features, admiring her black, shiny, wavy hair and kind, yet empty, matching black eyes. they reminded him of himself.

the man gulped, fiddling with his hands. "what do you like?" he asked quietly, eden was surprised he'd want to know, no customer's ever asked her what she preferred. "oh! uh, i like the chocolate chip muffins-" "i'll take that!" he piped up before hunching back into his seat again, "s-sorry. that was probably creepy, i'm sorry." she was confused why he was apologising so much, the dejection so evident in his voice. "it's alright, sir. i like your enthusiasm."  her words make him lift his head up again with a glint of hope in his sorrow-filled eyes. "i'll be back with your order, yeah?" eden headed back behind the counter and began reheating up a muffin as she started brewing a cup of coffee.

nellie came out of the kitchen with a heavy sigh, "what did table 12 order this time?" she asked eden, "black coffee, as usual. i convinced him to order a chocolate chip muffin though." she simply answered, yawning as she took the muffin out of the microwave and placed it on a plate. "sure he don't want any more food? he looks like he'd been starved by his mother or sum'in." eden glared at her, "don't assume things." she told her, nellie held her hands up. "well, i'm sorry, i'm just worried!" it's such a nellie thing to be worried about a complete stranger. then, she would say, 'but he isn't a stranger! he's a regular customer!' in her strong southern drawl.

eden shook her head as she made her way back to mr. table twelve with his coffee and muffin on a tray. "here you are." she placed it in front of him, "enjoy." this time he smiled back, but it was a mix of a smile and a frown, his lips trembled in between both expressions. eden found it an adorable quality. she'd always seen him sitting at the same table, sipping on his coffee as he drew in his book or stared out the window. staring out at the world like he was afraid of it.

after he'd finish his meal, he asked for the bill. when eden had brought it to him, he rummaged his pockets for his wallet. his eyes widened, "oh, fiddlesticks. i'm so sorry." he muttered, holding his head in his hands. "i think i left my wallet at home, i'm so sorry." eden shook her head, "it's fine. you can come back and pay whenever, but i'm taking your word for it." she joked but the man didn't laugh, looking absolutely distraught and on the verge of a panic attack. "hey, hey." she softly cooed, kneeling to his level. "it's honestly fine. you can come back tomorrow and pay, or it could be on the house. i can pay for you, and then you can pay me back. no pressure." her words of reassurance seemed to calm him down as he took a deep breath before letting it go. he nodded silently, "yeah? you're all good, darling." the nickname caught him off guard, and he looked at her with big, doe eyes.

when eden realised what she'd said, she stood up. "oh, sorry. that was unprofessional of me." she nervously laughed, "anyway, don't worry about it..." she trailed off, realising she didn't know his name. "a-abner." he quietly said, "abner." eden repeated with a soft smile on her face making abner turn extremely red. there was something about abner that just pulled eden towards him, a quality of some sort, or maybe it was the way he carried himself, the way his face looked like he'd gone through something indescribable. it reminded her of herself.

eden had hoped to see him the next day, which she did. he showed up, paid her back and she invited him to join her for lunch so they could talk a bit more. "d'you live far from here?" she asked him, taking a bite of her cake. "uh, not really. just a few blocks away." abner told her, sipping on his tea with both hands holding the cup. he had asked her what she liked to drink and she unironically answered tea, earl grey to be more precise. abner immediately ordered that, along with the same cake she was eating. "what do you like to do for fun?" abner's meek voice asked, "hm, stargaze." her answer made him curious, "and read. i love reading." his eyes widened at the opportunity, "i-i sorta like that too!" his sudden outburst startles eden before the two of them chuckle, abner's more sheepish. "sorry. i mean i mostly like drawing, or maybe doodling, or y’know what? i’ll shut up. i’m sorry." his constant apologising made eden curious, "why do you keep apologising?" she asked, she was honestly quite surprised at her own question.

she had never been one to be a busy body or ask personal questions, but judging from abner's behaviour so far, she would be the one asking the questions majority of the time. abner starts squirming in his seat, "i don't know. i just feel the need to." his face suddenly started turning into different shades of colours, eden tilted her head to the side. "are you alright?" she asked, he looked confused. "your face is turning different colours." abner immediately looked alarmed, "u-uh, i-i-i need to go." he quickly said before placing a twenty dollar bill on the table, "keep the change." he yelped, getting out of the chair and running out of the cafe with his arm covering his face.

eden stared at the place he was just sat at, "huh." she muttered to herself, sipping her tea with confusion. "what was he in a rush for?" nellie asked from behind the counter, "i haven't the slightest clue." eden answered, getting up from her seat and stretching. "you looked like you were having the time of your life talking to him." nellie wiggled her eyebrows and the black-haired woman only rolled her eyes. "don't even think about it." she told her friend, nellie pouted. "but you've literally been here for ten years and not once have i seen you gone out with someone!" she whined, placing her hands on eden's shoulders and shaking her back and forth. "nells, please stop." eden was starting to get nauseous, she grabbed nellie's hands with her own gloved ones.

"i don't need to go out with anyone. i'm fine on my own."  nellie gave her a look, "you act like i don't see the romance novels you buy and read, you cheesy romantic." eden rolled her eyes, "doesn't mean anything." "yeah, it does. means you want to, at least, experience it." eden looked at her, "what?" the older woman giggled and shook her head, "love, silly!" she exclaimed as she started organising the utensils.

eden scoffed, "i don't need love. i see it on a daily basis between you and wyatt." she gagged at the thought, seeing them kiss each other daily, hearing them on certain nights and having to drown it out with headphones, blasting lana del rey on full volume.

"besides, he's a customer. isn't that inappropriate?" eden's question makes nellie snort with laughter, "inappropriate? pumpkin, this isn't a hospital or a corporate company! i won't fire you for dating a customer!" she exclaimed, "plus, he's pretty cute and you look adorable together-" "alright, alright. that's enough." eden interrupted, waving her off. "i need to close up for tonight, go back to your husband." nellie gasped exaggeratedly, flipping her off. eden smiled at her as she grabbed a broom and started sweeping away.

abner didn't come back for a while after that, it actually worried eden. she wondered where'd he gone to, extremely concerned which was extremely out of character for her, nellie just had to remind her of that fact.

after three whole days, abner had returned and eden was eager to serve him to ask where he’d been. "hey, vi." she whispered to her co-worker and friend, "can you handle this table? i'll tend to table 12." viola nodded, "al-alr-alright." she stuttered, heading to the other direction. eden made her way to abner's table, "hello, there." she greeted him, giving him her usual soft smile. "hi." he smiled back, looking as sombre as ever. "i was wondering when you'd showed up." his eyes widened, "y-you were?" she nodded, "was worried about you." abner looked down, "i-i'm sorry. my mother- she-" he cut himself off, realising he shouldn't tell her what happened to him over the weekend. eden noticed his hesitation, "it's alright. you don't need to tell me anything you aren't comfortable with telling. i'm just glad you're okay." abner nodded, "i'm sorry for making you worry." "it's fine, abner. truly." she assured him, "anyways, what will it be today?" and again, he asked her what else she liked, proceeding to order exactly that.

eden's shift ended earlier today. she changed from her apron and polo shirt to a long-sleeve, casual and long, black dress. she thought back to her conversation with nellie a few days ago and sighed. it would be nice to hang out with someone new. "hey." she walked up to abner's table, "i was wondering if you'd want to hang out at the library. you could maybe show me what you like to read and i could show you what i like to read, or you could even show me what you like to ‘doodle’." she suggested, referring to his sketchbook on the table. again, a shocked expression is displayed on his face. he didn't expect her to want to hang out with him, much less do something with him, but technically hanging out is doing something so.

"o-oh! uh, yeah! of course, yes. sure. yep." his answer made her smile, "let's go, then." she gestured for him to come and follow her, "hope you don't mind walking." eden said as she rubbed her hands together, abner's attention turns to her gloves. "why do you wear gloves?" he randomly blurted out, "oh- uh, sorry. i didn't mean to ask- it was an invasive question- i di-" "it's okay, abner." she tells him, looking him in the eyes. "i have a skin sensitivity problem. i can't touch others, at least not skin-on-skin." eden explained, looking at her gloved hands as they walked. "what kind?" "hm, a sad kind." she simply answered, not saying anything furthermore. abner took it that she didn't want to talk about it anymore and so, he dropped the subject despite his raging curiosity.

when they reached the library, abner had agreed to check out a book she’d suggest. eden was almost giddy hearing his words, she didn’t have anyone to talk to about the books she reads since wyatt and nellie aren’t really bookworms. eden went straight for the classic fiction section while abner went to go find a table in the library to sit at. her eyes skimmed through the titles until eventually lingering longer on a certain book. she grabbed it and headed back to the table, seeing abner already sitting there with his sketchbook in front of him.

eden sat opposite of him and placed her book in front of her. "what are you drawing?" she asked curiously, "o-oh, um, it's- it’s you." he picked up the book shyly and turned it around to show her a sketch of herself sitting at a table and reading a book. “i’m sorry if it’s creepy or weird that i’m drawing you, you’re just the perfect subject for it- not that i’m thinking you’re an object or something for me to draw! that’s not it! it’s just- you’re very beautiful- not!” abner looked like he was having a battle within himself, arguing on the right words he should be saying. “no! you are very beautiful! i’m just- i’m ruining everything. what’s wrong with me?” he whispered the last bit to himself and eden was holding back a small giggle. “hey, nothing’s wrong with you.” she told him, “i’m honoured you think me a good drawing subject, and thank you. you’re the first person to ever use the word ‘beautiful’ to describe me.” abner looked at her and felt so relieved when her expression wasn’t a judgemental one. “why’d you decide to draw me?” she asked, “o-oh. well, your features are just so intriguing and they- they sort of pull me in, if i could say that? your hair is always coiffed so perfectly and your eyes are sharp when you’re reading. i like to challenge myself on conveying as much emotion as possible in my work and the thing about drawing you is that, it doesn’t have to be an emotion, it can just be a neutral feeling. a calm feeling.” as abner was rambling about eden’s features and the drawing, she had noticed his hands were moving as he talked, following the tone of his voice. “oh, and your eyebrows are just amazing. like, they are my favourite thing to draw.” abner soon realised he was talking way too much, he stopped. "i'm sorry. that answer was too long, wasn’t it? and the eyebrow thing was really unnecessary." he apologised and eden shook her head. "no, i like that you told me. i can see you enjoy drawing rather thoroughly." abner slowly nodded, looking down at the table again. “you’re very good at it too.” when she said that, his head shot up. “r-really?” his eyes shined with hope, “really. it looks exactly like me and i do feel very calm when i look at it.” she leaned a little closer to him, “and you got my eyebrows down to a tee.” eden winked, smirking. this was the first time abner saw her so… playful. he loved it.

eden then placed her book of choice on the table before pushing it towards him. abner observed the book cover and the title, "pride and prejudice. true classic. i'm assuming you've heard about it?" the man nods, "i have." he slowly looked at her, "do you like romance novels?" his question makes eden chuckle, "i guess so. it seems as though i sort of live through them, since i don't do it in real life." abner tilts his head to the side, "do what?" "live. love. any of the above." she half-joked, "i don't get out much, and i don't meet many new people." she explained, looking nonchalant. "i'd like to see what it's like to live, to love, to get hurt, etcetera." abner stared at her with his usual sad, puppy dog eyes, he thought she was great. "i'm also a sucker for the victorian era. i won't spoil anything about the book but personally, i think it's a great book that shows how what we perceive can be so different from what the next person is trying to convey." she rambled and then stopped herself, "oh, i'm talking too much, aren't i?" eden asked with a blank expression, "no! no, no, you aren't." he said as he quickly shook his head, "then, i guess you weren't talking too much before either." she flipped the situation around and abner's eyes widened before he let a smile take over his lips. "i guess not." this was the first time he wasn't putting himself down and eden was quite happy about it.

“you said you sort of like reading before. what’d you usually read?” abner pondered for a moment, “usually science books.” his answer was something eden had somewhat expected, he did seem like the non-fiction type. "my mother, she- uh- she only ever has science books in the house, so.." he trailed off, his face entirely flustered. eden noticed he didn't say the sentence with a past tense, assuming he still lived with his mother which she found sweet. "i have a complicated relationship with science. it was a... big topic in my home.” eden noticed he was starting to get worked up again and so she quickly changed the subject. “well, i hope you won’t get bored by my old, little fiction novel.” she joked, abner’s lips upturned into a small smile. “i’m sure i’ll love it.” he said with the most determination she’d ever seen from him.

her eyes averted to his sketchbook. “hey, what about while you read ‘pride and prejudice’, i’ll draw something for you in your sketchbook? if that’s alright with you, of course. i’ve never really drawn before so it may be a bit hideous.” abner stared at her with big eyes before blinking once. “oh, yeah! of course, you can! go ahead, i’m sure it won’t look hideous at all.” he said rather enthusiastically, eagerly pushing the book to her along with his pencil, eraser and pen.

soon, the two of them did their activities in peace. abner slowly flipped through pages, really taking in the words, trying his best to understand them. eden decided to draw a bunny wearing a sweater, trying her best to imagine the animal in her mind. abner's facial expression was as focused as eden's was, they were entirely absorbed in their own books, so to speak. it was something new for the both of them.

abner slowly looked up from the book after reading a few pages, curious to see what eden was drawing. when he saw the bunny, he unconsciously smiled. abner averted his eyes to her face, staring at it and appreciating every little detail. the creases in between her eyebrows as they were furrowed, her slow blinks, her nose flaring when she came across a part that was hard to draw in the right position. when he thought he was staring too much, he immediately lowered his gaze back to the book in front of him. just as he did so, eden looked up to see his reaction to her book. she couldn't even see his face, it was so close to the book that it entirely covered it.

after 30 minutes or so, abner placed the book down and stretched, yawning silently as he did so. “tired?” eden asked, placing the pencil down. “a bit.” he answered, peering at the paper. she noticed he wanted to look at it and so she picked it up and handed it over. abner stared at the bunny wearing a polka-dot sweater. “it’s…” he trailed off, he was so focused on the fact it had polka-dots that he was losing his train of thought. “...bad?” eden joked, abner immediately snapped out of it. “what?! no! not at all! it’s really good! i’m sorry if it seemed that i thought it was bad, i just…” eden raised an eyebrow, “you just…?” abner looked at her, “why are there polka-dots on the bunny’s sweater?” his question made her cock her head, “well, i like polka-dots, so i decided to add them since the sweater looked plain.” abner seemed at a loss for words. “you like polka-dots?” he asked nervously, “yes. i think they’re wonderful.” some sort of warmth spreaded across the pit of abner’s stomach as his heart skipped a beat. he cleared his throat before smiling, “i see.” he fidgeted with the edges of the paper, eden smiled at him. “usually i’d use a lot of colour but well, i don’t have my colour pencils.” abner nodded, “well, then, next time, i’ll bring my colour pencils.” he said with a giddy tone, eden was happily surprised by it.

after that hang out, they began meeting up every week, every week became every day. some days abner would disappear, but never for more than three days. eden never usually questioned him about his whereabouts, only ever asked if he was doing alright and reassuring him that she's there if he needs her, even giving him her home address if he ever needed to see her. she had rather grown attached to him, as she does with people whom she forms bonds with. 

however, this attachment was quite different than from the ones she had with nellie and wyatt. this attachment was much stronger. every time she wasn't with him, it felt like hell, felt like she couldn't breathe. every time abner would disappear for way too long for her own comfort, she'd fret and worry and barely even talk to anyone. eden would only pace and pray that he'd show up in no time.

one day, it was storming just as heavily as it did the night she'd escaped the lab, and abner was suddenly at her doorstep. "abner?" she asked, shocked to see him soaked from head to toe, covered in bruises around his face and neck. she couldn't tell if it was the rain or if he'd been sobbing for the past one hour. a sniffle from him confirmed her speculations. "my goodness, darling. come in, you must be terribly cold." she ushered him into the apartment, closing the door. eden rushed to go grab him a towel, starting to brew him hot tea. "nellie and wyatt are out for a while, that's why i'm alone right now." she said as she took out an ice pack from the fridge, wrapping it with a thin towel.

she made her way to abner, who was sat at the dinner table wrapped cosily in a towel and sipping on his drink. "now, let me see those bruises." she sat close to him, closer than she's ever sat. it made both of them nervous, more evident on abner than eden. she didn't want to ask what caused his injuries, she didn't want to overstep even if they'd been friends for over six months now. "i don't want to pry..." she started, placing the wrapped ice pack against one of the bigger bruises on his face. "but, with how you've turned up on my doorstep looking like you've just been through hell and back, i feel i should ask you how this happened." eden softly shifted his wet hair to the side so she could check if there were anymore dark spots indicating bruising.

abner breathed in before letting out a long, quiet sigh. "you don't have to tell me if you don't feel like it, ab." she assured, he shook his head. "no, i should. you deserve an explanation for why i keep disappearing on you countless of times, and-and why i keep running out at random times before coming back." he rambled, on the verge of crying. "you're my best friend." his voice cracked as a few tears escaped his eyes, eden frowned and placed the ice pack down on the table.

she stood up and wrapped her arms around the man slowly, embracing him wholeheartedly. abner wrapped his arms around her waist as he leaned his head against her stomach and cried into the fabric of her shirt. his hands gripped onto the back of her pyjamas, sobbing loudly. his cries stung eden's heart and made her ears ring. "shhh." she stroked his hair to soothe him, trying her best to comfort him despite never having comforted someone before. "you're okay now. you're safe here. you can tell me anything." eden whispered, hugging his head.

after he calmed down, she sat back down and held his hand. abner took another deep breath in, "my mother was a scientist at s.t.a.r. labs once." he started, looking down at the ground. "she was obsessed with turning me and my siblings into superheroes. she experimented on all of us, trying to give us powers." eden froze in her chair as she listened to his words, "she infected me with- with an inter-dimensional virus." he had a hard time saying the words out loud, trying his best to hold himself together. "it infects me with these glowing polka-dots and they turn into lumps that start to form on my face and under my skin, which is why i always run out at random times. i need to expel them by throwing them up. if i don't the virus would eat me from within." abner was so scared. he didn't dare to look up, terrified he'd be faced with a disgusted eden, or a fearful eden. she was neither, she felt sympathetic as she understood what he had went through.

"i still live with her, my mother, she takes care of me and i take care of her. at least, that's what she always tells me." eden grabbed both of his hands, "abner, did she give you these bruises?" she asked, lifting his head by his chin with her hand, staring straight into his eyes. abner fidgeted in his seat, slowly nodding his head as his eyes glistened with tears. his lips trembled and eden wanted nothing more but to murder his mom, that wretched lady, for reducing him to tears.

eden was contemplating on whether he should tell her about her own past, about how she was experimented on as well. she decided she should in order to distract him from his feeling of dread. “you know, i should tell you the truth about my gloves.” she spoke up, holding a glove-covered hand up. abner looked at her with curiosity in his eyes, “when i was born, my mother died from giving birth to me. honestly, that was much better for her than living with my father because he was as useless as an unemployed addict could be.” she smiled bitterly thinking about the man, “as a newborn infant, he sold me off to a lab.” now, abner was fully paying attention when he heard the word ‘lab’. “he sold me off to a lab… for crack.” she laughingly scoffed, tracing circles into the table as she thought about it. “i lived in that lab, getting experimented on for 20 years. never seeing the light of day nor the darkness of the night. getting tormented and electrocuted like a mouse in a maze, like i wasn’t a human being.” she took a deep breath, “i have a condition, not as bad as yours, but i have a condition where i am unable to touch someone with my bare hands because if i do, i can see and feel their worst moments and memories, their worst emotions and the pain, and the suffering to the point it hurts me.” her voice was beginning to turn hoarse, she’d never told anyone about this ever, not even wyatt and nellie.

“i have other abilities too, since i got experimented on so much. i can change and mutilate any of my bodily fluids into some sort of toxin that can immediately melt off the skin from bones, and i have super human reflexes and regeneration.” she explained with feigned excitement, “i killed all of them ten years ago. the scientists, the guards. i tried to help the rest of the children escape but i failed.” she let out a quiet sigh, “i’m just telling you all of this to show you that, i understand what you’re going through and you aren’t alone.” eden held his hand, “i’m here for you, abner. i’ll always be here for you.” abner’s mind was empty, he had definitely forgotten all about his mother. he was in utter disbelief that she was like him, experimented on. he had calmed down and was now focused on eden’s face in front of him.

there was no way this was real. there was no way he had someone as beautiful and as kind as eden, who had went through practically the same things he did, actually cared about someone like him. someone that was not worthy of compassion.

“what?” eden asked when she noticed abner was looking at her with some sort of revelation. “despite going through all that, you’re so nice to me.” he suddenly stated, leading her to be taken aback by his words. “why wouldn’t i be, abner? you’re like one of my only friends.” the raven-haired man looked away, “i know, but i don’t think i deserve it.” she was confused again, “don’t deserve what?” “your hospitality? your friendship? what’s the point?” abner raised his voice a little bit louder, “i’m worthless! i just take up space! i’m here sitting helplessly, while you actually did something! you escaped that fucked up facility-” “i killed people, abner-” “hah! good! they fucking deserved it!” he laughed sarcastically as he interrupted her, “you did something! but i’m just here, stuck with my mother who despises me. there’s no reason for me to exist, i’m just a burden- mh!” as abner voiced out his frustrations, eden closed in the space between them and placed her lips against his making his eyes flutter close.

it was only for a few good seconds before she pulled away and abner was rendered speechless, his eyes slowly open. “you are not worthless, abner. nobody is. if you’re thinking you need to contribute to society in some sort of way in order to be worth something or useful, you’re wrong. you’ve been helping me for these past few months.” eden whispered to him, their faces only a few inches away. abner averted his eyes from her lips to her eyes, “how?” she gave him a soft smile, “you’ve spent so much time with me, you became my friend. you listened to my countless rants about books, you cheer me up when i feel empty. you’re amazing. i love-” she stopped herself, “i love that about you.” she cursed herself in her mind for almost letting out something she definitely wasn’t suppose to. they were just friends, nothing more. yes, that’s why they kissed, they’re just friends. eden, you absolute dolt.

she took a deep breath, “i love you.” she avoided looking at his reaction. she didn’t want him to leave because he felt awkward due to the possible fact he didn’t reciprocate her feelings, nor did she want to see the look of uncomfortableness on his face when he has to tell her he doesn’t like her back.

eden, however, took a chance, and looked at his face that was more than ecstatic. “y-you love me?” he muttered, sounding breathless. he thought he was dreaming, mishearing her, maybe she actually said i love glue, or something else that’s random. the look on her face made him panic, she looked dejected without hearing an actual reply from him. “i-i love you too.” he quickly said, “i do. i really do.” eden’s expression remained indifferent. “no, i’m sorry. i shouldn’t have said that. this wasn’t the time, actually, there shouldn’t be a time.” “no! i really do love you! i’ve loved you since i saw you at the cafe, since you first took my order.” abner yelled when she suddenly stood up and started pacing a bit, “i’m in love with you, eden. please believe me.” eden ran her fingers through her hair, not pacing anymore.

“actions speak louder than words.” she simply said, abner’s mouth opened but he didn’t say a thing. he hesitantly got up from his chair and strode towards her. with his height, he towered over her a good amount. abner didn’t know where to put his hands but he decided to just cup her face awkwardly, before pressing his lips against hers once more. eden tilted her head and grabbed onto his hands, bringing them down to be wrapped around her waist as she snaked her hands around his neck. they were both pretty new to the whole concept of kissing, what with the two of them being closed off to any form of intimacy. it was like two awkward, freshmen sharing their first actual real kiss.

it was bliss. being depraved of physical contact ever since the day they were born and getting it for the first time, and it wasn’t just with someone random, it was with someone they’ve been pining after for six months straight.

eden let out a soft moan into his mouth, pulling him closer and pressing her body against his. abner pulled away for a moment when he heard her small noise, when he felt her on him, “w-wait, i’m-” he panted, glancing down at his nether regions. “getting a little too excited?” eden teased, grinning at him. abner’s face was already bright red, “i’m s-” “don’t say sorry. i’m not upset about it.” she told him, caressing his cheek. she rested her forehead against his, “i honestly didn’t think you liked me back, much less loved me back. i was so scared i misread everything.” eden confessed, beaming up at him. “how could i not love you? you’re the only person that doesn’t make me feel like shit, eden. the real question is how you’re in love with me.” “well, pretty boy, you don’t make me feel like shit either.” she countered back, giggling when he rolled his eyes playfully.

finally, all the feelings were out, all the secrets, nothing was kept from one another. everything was perfect now, until it wasn’t.

the next day, abner had entered the cafe with a different type of glow - a ‘i’m dating the woman i’ve been in love with for six months’ type of glow. of course, nellie and wyatt heard all about what happened last night, which leads nellie to constantly jab at them.

“hi there, sugar! here for eden?” nellie asked, wiggling her eyebrows. abner blushed, “m-maybe.” he answered with uncertainty, unsure if he should be admitting that to the owner of the cafe when she probably wants customers to come to her establishment for food and beverages. “don’t look so terrified! i won’t pepper-spray ya.” she assured him, “she’s currently taking table six’s order but i’m sure she’ll be over here soon! can i get you anything in the mean time?” abner gave her a small smile, shaking his head. “no, ma’am.” he answered and with that, nellie went off to check on the kitchen.

abner spent the next few minutes admiring eden from afar as she spoke with the family that she was waiting on. all of a sudden, about three police cars pulled up outside of the shop. abner’s eyes flickered from the cars back to eden, who was now only able to stare at the cops through the windows before they entered the establishment.

“number 037, you are under arrest for the murder of over 47 people. you have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.” one of the police officers said as they pulled out handcuffs from their belt, grabbing onto eden who wasn’t resisting at all. nellie walked out of the kitchen, flabbergasted with the sight before her. “wh-what? what’s going on here?” she questioned the officers, “are you this woman’s family or guardian?” nellie scoffed, “yes.” she answered as she crossed her arms, “then you can see her at gotham’s police station, where she’s going.” just as the officer said that, abner made his way to them. “no!” he yelled, “you can’t take her!” his eyes brimmed with tears, as he tried to get to eden but they pulled him away. “sir, we’re going to have to ask you to calm down. if you don’t, we will use force.” eden looked at him with no expression, “abner, stop.” she told him and he immediately followed, confused and worried.

eden smiled at him, but it wasn’t any of her usual smiles, it was one that expressed despondent. she held no hope at that point, she knew it was only in a matter of time before they found her. despite that, abner didn’t want to accept it, he couldn’t accept it. something good was being torn away from his very hands just as he got it.

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[royalydamned-archive]

Safe and sound

(Abner Krill x Reader)

|AN|: I theoretically wasn't lying when I said it's gonna take two weeks. It did. I just hated it so much I rewrote it like dozen times. So, since I found out I can't write fluff (this was a struggle oops) I have two versions of this hopefully that'd make up for the long time waiting. I just have to edit the second one.

Request: hey are you still taking requests for abner krill/ polka-dot man? if so could you write something fluffy with the reader having healing powers?

for: @deuxmi-lune

Summary: No matter what happens, Abner knows he can always come home to his spouse. They can always take his pain away.

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You shouldn't have been sleeping so soundly, not when he hadn't returned yet, but it was so late, such a peaceful night and he was going to be alright. He always was. It was something that he did – miraculously tunring out alright, alive, as if your prayers to nowhere had been protecting him from any damage. 

It wasn't too long ago, since he had decided to be a hero, but ever since then he got hurt more often than before. More often than not. The band on your finger bound you to his unconditional support and love, yet everytime he limped towards you it felt more like a promise to help him destroy himself. What was a happy man, if he was dead?

It was hard to tell when you fell asleep, but you knew exactly when you woke up – a loud crashing sound came from the front door, jerking you awake. At first, your vision was blurry, the numbers on the alarm clock by your bed blending together into one smudge of red light, and when you rubbed your eyes, gaining some focus back into them, the time had just turned into 3:28am. 

Only the worst came into your mind, you knew he was out unil the sun rose, until he knew nothing he could take care of lurked in the shadows and under the veil of night. Something must had gone wrong, having him back so soon. 

Swiftly, you bolted out of the bed, barefoot running down the creaking wooden stairs towards the entrance, steadying yourself against the walls as you didn't bother to turn on the lights. He was home, and he wasn't alright. You felt it in your bones, whether it was some kind of sixth sense or just something that came with the gift you beared. You had to get to him, what if only seconds mattered?

"Abner," you breathed out, running to his aid when you saw him clutching his side in pain, blood seeping though his clothes and fingers. He was supporting himself against a wall, his skin pale glistening with sweat from all the effort and pain he seemed to be in. "What happened?"

As a response, he laughed nervously, wincing right after as the action sent a sharp pang through his body, and leaned his entire weight on you once you caught him. "Sorry for the rug," he mumbled quietly, gesturing towards the crimson stains of blood slowly drying off beneath his feet. That wouldn't be coming off. "We just bought it."

His legs were weak, one of his ankles presumably sprained or broken as he refused to put almost any weight on it when you lead him into your living room with one of his arms draped over your shoulders, gently helping him lie down on the couch. A sound of protest left his mouth, the blood already spilling all over the fluffy decorative blanket he excitedly bought a few months back when he saw it on sale. "Where have you been? Who did this?"

"I don't really know, it was dark." What would you even do if he gave you an answer? Hunted them down? Threatened them? Hurt them just as they hurt him? What an irony of life would that be, born a healer, made a killer.  

"Just say here," you commanded your husband, and quickly ran to the kitchen, fumbling in one of the drawers as you were searching for some scissors, the stress making your hands shake and fingers almost numb, unable to grasp anything properly. When you came back to him, kneeling by his side on the floor, you quickly cut his shirt revealing a deep bleeding gash on his side.

A sharp gasp escaped your lips.

"They said it's just a scratch," Abner smiled nervously at your horrified face.

"God, you're so stupid sometimes," you muttered, eyes fixated on the wound – deep and wide, nothing like a bullet or any knife you knew could have done. 

"Thats's why you're the smart one."

You placed your hand just a bit above the cut flesh, feeling the heat radiating from his hot blood, reaching out towards his body with your shaken mind. There was only one way of making it better, of saving him. You had to focus, but the more you reminded yourself to stay calm, the harder it was. The more intense the panick rising in your heart got.

Before your eyes was familiar sight. The one of cells slowly coming back together, merging into what they had once been. Sometimes it didn't work out, and the results of that were all over your husband's body. The crooked scars or pulling skin, yet he never seemed to complain or point it out. Other times it was perfect. The traces of anything that could have once been there, just smooth pale skin you knew so well. Nobody could tell. You prayed this was the case as well as it would be a nasty mark to bear. 

"Have I ever told you, how beautiful you are like this?" Abner whispered, breaking your focus. At that, as your palm jerked above the wound, the skin knotted together clumsily as it tried to cover the gash, creating a dark prominent scar, agressive and yet another reminder of your failure.

"Fuck, I'm so sorry," you cursed and ran your fingers down the freshly healed spot. That was exactly what you didn't want. 

"Hey, it's alright," he smiled at you, taking your hand it his. His palms were harsh and callous, yet comforting and warm as they held you. They always were. Hold as gentle as his soul, as genuine as his smile. "I don't mind the scars."

"You scared me tonight, much more than usual," you admitted quietly, gaze still fixated on the spot where not a few seconds ago a terrifying cut mocked you and the power you had carried.

"I'm sorry."

"I don't want you to be a hero." Abner squeezed your hand in reassurance, but it felt more like a plea. To not try and convince him to give up, to hold on just a little longer. "What if once I won't be able to heal you fast enough?"

"I'm not scared of that." His hand came up to your face, trailing just the tip of his index finger down your cheek, so gently it almost felt like nothing at all. "Here I'll always be safe."

"Safe and sound," you tried to return him smile, but it felt forced. There wasn't a mood for smiling just yet.

He shifted a bit on the couch, leaving enough space for you to squeeze right next to him. Abner laid his head on your chest, tightly hugging your middle like it was a safety line. "I promise to stay alive, until you come and get me."

"How about you stay out of the harm's way and not rely on me?" He just hummed in response and lifted his face from your chest, catching the worried look in your eyes.

"We wouldn't be a team then." From up-close, you could finally catch a proper glimpse of his face, the cuts and bruises you couldn't see at first in the weak light of your living room.

With a slow motion, you traced the injuries on his face with your thumb, the cuts disappearing and bruises fading in the wake of your touch. Magical, as Abner would so often describe it. Once you were done, he completely hid his face in your chest, pulling you closer even when it wasn't possible anymore, seeking the comfort you were and had always been the promise of.

"It's alright," you whisper into his hair, planting a quick kiss on the top of his head, one of your hands stroking calming circles into his back. "I've got you."

"And I've got you," he mumbled into the smooth fabric of your pyjamas. The warmth of his body on yours calmed you down, at least a bit, as you knew he was there, far from harm's way – in your arms.

"You still probably have a broken ankle."

"Later, I don't want you to let go." So, you didn't. Just held him tighter as he gradually fell asleep in your arms and you got a one last glance at a clock not too far away.

It was exactly 3.50 in the morning, when you two fell asleep, together at last, holding each other so tightly as if one or the other was to disappear.

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[holmesandtheroman]

The Empty Place Where Love Should Be — Abner Krill x Fem!Reader

Chapter 8

A/N: Yeah, yeah yell at me. I went through some tough shit last year. My grandfather died, I got rejected from PhD programs, I discovered some chronic illnesses I had, the Queen died... Life was a mess. Anyway my triumphant return is (somewhat) here. And, if you like, you can read the whole fic on my AO3 here.

You had gotten turned around in the grocery store unintentionally more than a few times, even though that was your regular store. You were absolutely on cloud nine to the point where you could not think straight. You had a date with Abner!

After you went back inside Coop’s Kitchen on the day of your first kiss with Abner, you both worked out the logistics of when and where you would have your first date. You had been concerned about how he would get around his mother’s grasp, but he assured you multiple times that he would find a way to get away for at least three hours the next week. He also said he wanted to surprise you with where you would have dinner. Apparently, confessing your feelings about him had made him a little bolder, and you secretly admired his growing confidence.

You shook yourself as you realized you had been staring at a six-pack of chicken ramen for several minutes. You must have looked silly, but you did not care.

You heard a bit of a scuffle on the end of the aisle and looked to find an older woman in an electric wheelchair getting her wheel caught against a wire basket that held the deal of the week. She struggled more and the basket toppled, sending plastic bottles of ketchup all over the aisle.

“Dadgum baskets!” she hissed to herself. You rushed over after seeing her struggle to turn herself to the side to pick up the items.

“Here,” you offered as you quickly kneeled and began gathering the bottles. “I’ve got it.”

The woman shook her head. “These flippin’ things. Don’t know why they put ‘em at the end of an aisle. That’s a safety hazard.”

You turned the basket upright and filled it with the bottles. “They ought to move them,” you said nervously.

“Thank you for helping me. These old legs of mine aren’t doing too good nowadays. I can barely walk and my useless son is no help,” she said, rolling her eyes at the mention of her son.

“Oh, I’m sure he does his fair share,” you remarked distractedly as you now worked to untangle the wire basket from the wheel of her wheelchair.

“His fair share of fudging everything up. I mean look around. You see his sorry behind coming to help me? No, a sweet girl like you had to come up and do it yourself.” She huffed. Under her breath, she muttered, “Useless little shit.”

You were starting to feel extremely uncomfortable in the woman’s presence, and you were quickly trying to search your mind for conversation-ending sentences. Before you could say anything, however, you heard the sharp splintering of glass behind you. You whirled around.

“Abner, you complete fuck-up! Look at what you did!” the woman screeched as you realized in horror that Abner was indeed standing in front of you, blanched as white as a sheet with his dark eyes like saucers as they stared at you.

You looked down at the shattered jar of pickles that had fallen from his trembling hands. Your mouth started to form his name in shock, but you saw him shake his head almost imperceptibly. You shut your mouth.

“Honestly, Abner, now we’re gonna have to pay for two jars! Pathetic little klutz,” the woman shouted.

You sharply jerked your head to the woman you now understood to be Abner’s mother. “It was an accident,” you snapped before you could stop yourself. You swallowed and recomposed yourself. “Let me pay for it. Please.”

“No, it’s ok—“ Abner started to whimper, but his mother cut him off.

“Shut up, you little twerp! Mouth shut when mama’s talking to someone!” She turned back to you.

“Here,” you reached into your purse and pulled out a ten-dollar bill and nearly shoved it into the woman’s hand. “Now you can buy two jars.” You turned around, seeing Abner’s form shrunken in on himself and his head hanging in defeat and embarrassment. He avoided your eye contact, but you could tell his eyes were watering. You desperately wanted to comfort him, but you knew that that action would get him into infinitely more trouble than he was already in.

You grabbed the packs of ramen you were staring at earlier and quickly made your way down the opposite end of the aisle. As you turned the corner, you heard a sound that was similar to a yelping puppy. You glanced behind you to see the older woman with a vice grip on Abner’s ear, his thin hands grasping at her wrist to let go. You could not hear what she was saying to him, but you could tell it was incredibly vile.

You walked to the cashier stand, ice cold running through your veins at what you had just witnessed. You were numb and scared for Abner. If she would do that in public, then what on earth was she doing at home? The memory of Abner’s black eye ran through your mind, and a pit formed in your stomach. What had she done to him as a child?

You paid for your groceries and grabbed the bags. As you were walking out the door, you felt a gentle tap on your shoulder. You turned around. Surprisingly, it was Abner.

With a defeated expression still on his face, he quietly said, “Mother wanted me to give this back to you.” He held out the ten-dollar bill you had given to the woman. You glanced over his shoulder to see his mother a good ten feet back, glaring at the back of his head. “She said that it wasn’t right to take your money when I’m the one who… who fudged up.” His voice wavered, and you wanted to scoop him up right there and take him home and save him from the horrible woman.

Instead, you gently took the ten from him, lingering your touch on his hand for a moment. “It’s ok. It wasn’t your fault.” You lowered your voice. “It will never be your fault, Abner. Everything is ok.” You searched his gaze for understanding what you truly meant, and as soon as you saw it, you pocketed the ten. “See you later. Yes?” you asked in earnest.

Abner swallowed and almost smiled. “Yeah. See you later.” His visage dropped again as he returned to his mother. You left the store, your mind racing.

You were troubled for the rest of the day. Not even binging Law & Order or face timing with your mother could get your mind off of what happened in the grocery store. Your mother had commented on you being distracted, but you brushed it off as being tired. You had told her that you had met a guy and were going to go on a date with him, but you had not told her the gritty details about what was going on with him. You did not know how to talk about it.

As you watched the Law & Order credits play for the eighth time that night, you heard your phone ding with a text message. You reached over and grabbed it, expecting it to be Ellie asking if you could cover another shift for her. When you read the text, however, you were surprised to see it was from Abner. You sat up, your eyes grazing over his words.

‘I’m sorry that you had to see me being a klutz today. I was just surprised to see you. You didn’t get hurt by any of the glass, did you? And mother didn’t yell at you? She can get kind of cranky with strangers.’

Your heart hurt as you realized that the one thing he was worried about was if you were all right. She might as well have yelled at you by the way she treated Abner. You wrote back, ‘No, she didn’t. And I wasn’t hurt. What about you? Are you ok?’

You stared at your phone as if to will him to text you back faster. You were, at the very least, glad that he reached out to you and still wanted to speak to you.

After quite a long while, your phone dinged again in your hand. Abner’s text read, ‘What kind of food do you like? I want to make sure I don’t pick somewhere you don’t like.’

He was eager to change the subject, then. You did not want to make him uncomfortable by dwelling on today, so you willingly went along with the new conversation thread.

‘I’m sure whatever you pick will be absolutely perfect!’ You added several heart and kiss emojis before you hit send. You followed it up with, ‘I’m always down for Italian….’

Abner returned with a smiley face. ‘I hope you sleep well. I can’t wait to see you again,’ came the next text.

You blushed and grinned from ear to ear. After you sent your good night text to him, you settled down on your sofa and wrapped a blanket around yourself, pretending it was Abner’s own warm embrace.

You heard timid knocks on your apartment door that could only have belonged to Abner. You put on your heels and stood, smoothing out your nicest dress. You were not dressed in gala attire, but you looked nice in your knee-length burgundy dress. Your heart raced as you went to the door and opened it.

Abner stood before you, an eager smile on his face, in one of the most mismatched outfits you had ever seen: it was a dark blue paisley oxford shirt underneath a brown jacket with tan and red checked pants. You almost giggled at the adorable sight, but you held it back lest he thought you were laughing at him. He held up a luscious bouquet of deep red roses and baby’s breath for you.

“Abner, you didn’t have to bring me flowers!” you said, genuinely touched by his gesture.

In an instant, his smile faded and his eyes became sad again. “Fizzlesticks, I knew it was too much. You’re embarrassed now,” he mumbled as he lowered the bouquet.

“No! Abner, I love them! I just wasn’t expecting them, but they’re absolutely gorgeous!” You reached out to take the flowers from him. “And they smell lovely.” He began to perk up again as you took the flowers to your small dining table and placed them in the only vase you had. “Roses are my favorite.”

“I-I would have gotten something bigger but… that was all I could afford,” he replied apologetically.

You made your way back to Abner and grabbed your purse. “They’re perfect. Any bigger and I’d have to move into a greenhouse,” you joked. He chuckled lightly in response. “So, where are we off to?”

Abner anxiously fiddled with the side of his pants. “Well, I wanted to go to my favorite place, but… I knew you wouldn’t want to go there…” he said.

You cocked your head. “Why wouldn’t I want to go to your favorite place?”

Abner swallowed and shrugged lightly. “Well, you’re there all the time….”

You looked at him, puzzled. “What’s your favorite place?”

Abner blushed hard and averted his eyes. “It’s… Coop’s Kitchen. I like it because it’s where I met you.”

You opened your mouth to speak, yet nothing came out. Your heart melted at his admission, and it was all you could do not to kiss him into oblivion.

He looked back up at you. “I’ve offended you,” he murmured.

“You’re the sweetest man I’ve ever met, Abner. Take me wherever you want to take me,” you replied. You stepped out of your apartment and locked the door and then turned to him, holding out your hand for him to take.

He hesitantly reached out and clasped his cold hand around yours. “How does Italian sound?”

You smiled and gently squeezed his hand. “That sounds perfect.”

The first few minutes of walking toward the restaurant were filled with awkward silence. Abner would open his mouth to say something, but then decide against it and close his mouth. He just needed a bit of encouragement.

“So, besides coming and talking to me at the diner and reading about engineering, what do you like to do for fun?” you asked. You leaned your head against his shoulder, which caused him to blush and tense up.

“I, um,” he started. “I like to take walks… It clears my head.”

“Where do you like to go?”

Abner shrugged. “I don’t really have a destination in mind. I was just taking a walk when I first came to the diner.”

You furrowed your brow. “Wasn’t it raining, then?”

Abner was silent for a moment. “I really needed to get out of the house.” He changed the subject. “Do you like to take walks?”

“I kind of stopped taking regular walks when I moved here. I used to take walks all the time over in London,” you added. “Hyde Park was my favorite. You could walk by the Serpentine.” You laughed out loud. “You had to be wary of all those bloody swans, though.”

“Why is that?” Abner asked with interest.

“Ugh, those fucking birds would take your head off and feel no remorse in doing so. Utterly evil, they are. And you couldn’t do anything about them because the Queen owned all of them!”

Abner chuckled. “Why does she own all the swans?”

You rolled your eyes and smiled. “Something to do about eating them at banquets. God knows why they still have that rule. I would’ve liked to strangle a few of them in my day.” You held out your left arm and turned it so that an old scar was visible. “Look at that. A horrid prize for daring to sit down on a bench near the water. Isn’t it awful?” Abner did not answer. You let your arm fall to your side. “I’m just glad it was one swan and not a dozen. I’d be covered in scars.”

Abner suddenly stopped and you turned to him, concerned. He was averting your gaze again, and he had sunk down in on himself. He released your hand. He was starting to look very ill.

“Abner, what’s wrong?” you asked.

“If I show you something, will you… will you let me explain?” he asked, pain etching his features.

“It depends… you’re not like a vampire or something, are you?” you tried to lighten the mood.

Instead of chuckling, Abner looked around and found that the alley you both had just passed was empty. He quickly stumbled around the corner into the dark alley.

“Wait, Abner!” you called as you ran after him.

As you turned the corner, you saw Abner leaning against the wall with bright glowing bumps forming all over his skin. Each one was a different color, and they all seemed to grow bigger.

“Oh, my God, are you all right?” you nearly shrieked.

Abner opened his mouth to reply, but he then jerked forward and vomited rainbow sick all over the ground. You rushed over and began to rub his back as he kept retching.

“Oh, God, Abner, do I need to call someone?” you asked urgently. You looked back toward the entrance of the alley but found no one walking by. “I’m going to go get help.”

Abner spit and shook his head quickly. He sucked in air and began to breathe normally. When he stood straight again, you noticed that the brightly colored pustules were gone. He coughed, and you quickly reached into your purse and grabbed some tissues, holding them to his mouth. He took them.

“Are you sick?” you asked as he wiped his mouth clean.

He glanced down to make sure he did not get any vomit on his shoes. Abner nodded. “I told you my mother worked at S.T.A.R. Labs. She was inspired by the work they were doing and decided that she wanted to make us superheroes.”

“Us?” you repeated.

“My brothers and sisters,” he clarified. He folded the tissue in his hands. “She… experimented on us using S.T.A.R. Lab technology to access other dimensions.” He sniffed. “Some of them… died from her experimentation. Others… weren’t as lucky as me. I was the only one who could still function after she…” He looked away as a tear fell down his cheek. “It’s an interdimensional virus. The dots, as she calls them, present themselves at least twice a day and if I don’t—“ he gestured to the ground. “Expel them, they eat me from the inside.”

“Has she tried to find a cure? Isn’t there anyone at S.T.A.R. Labs who can help you?” you asked.

Abner shook his head. “Her experiments weren’t authorized by the government. She’s threatened me if I ever come forward.”

“So there’s nothing else that can be done?”

“She makes me live at home so she can document the effects it has on my body. The day I first came to the diner was the first time I left the house without her. I always made sure she took this medicine that made her sleep. That’s how I was able to leave so often. She found out what I was doing the night we were supposed to go see Anna Karenina. That’s why I…” he admitted through shame.

“That’s why you didn’t show,” you finished. Anger seared inside of you, but you stayed silent.

“I’m sorry, you don’t want to hear this. You probably want to leave.”

“Abner,” you said gently as you laced your arm around his. “I’m listening.”

He took a deep breath. “She doesn’t just make me live there for her research. I’m the only one who can take care of her. I do it because she was the one who figured out what I have to do to stay alive. She’s… she’s my mother. I have to do what she says. Or else…” he stopped, trying to hold back tears. He breathed out and continued, “Or else she hurts me when I disobey. I try really hard to do what she tells me to do, but sometimes it’s not enough.”

“Abner, you need to get out of that house,” you cried.

“She knows what’s best for me and my condition. Besides, she told me I could never make it by myself because I’m not smart enough. I’m not really smart enough for anything,” Abner said as though he had repeated it to himself a thousand times in his head.

You now understand why he was so hard on himself, why this man was so beaten down and broken. He had been isolated his entire life and hatred had been forced into him all that time. He had not had the opportunity for someone else to tell him otherwise. And all the abuse, all the hate, all the vitriol had only made him inexplicably kind.

You shook your head and blinked away tears. “Abner, I don’t know what to say.”

“You can leave if you want to,” he muttered, defeat seeping through his words. “I would understand if you did.”

“I’m not going to leave, Abner.” You reached up to brush away more of his tears and he leaned into your touch. “Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me. I can’t even imagine how you were able to hold all that in.”

Abner did not reply. He stared directly ahead at the other side of the alley.

“Are you hungry? I imagine after all that, you must be famished,” you said as you gestured to the dulling vomit on the ground. He nodded. You put your hand on his shoulder. “I am glad you told me.”

“You still want to go on a date?” he asked.

“Of course, I do!” You reached up and kissed him on his cheek. His eyes widened as he felt your lips on his skin. “And I’m here for you to talk about whatever else you want to talk about.”

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Imagine Trying to Cheer Nanaue up With a Makeover:

A/N: I love Nanaue/King Shark from The Suicide Squad very much and I haven’t written an imagine in forever, so here’s a silly thing I came up with at like 2am a couple of nights ago. Also Reader is a part of the Suicide Squad in this so... yeah. Also, this was beta read but it was beta read at 5am so... yeah, lol.

    “Do you think he ever gets bored of like… just wearing jeans?”

    Cleo stopped staring out of the bus’s window to glance down at you slumped against her shoulder, then to where Nanaue was sitting across the aisle pouting. She looked back at you and after a moment gave a low-energy shrug. “I don’t know, I don’t think he seems to mind. He’s probably more upset about the fake moustache.”

    Poor Nanaue, not being allowed to join the rest of Task Force X-slash-the Suicide Squad in the gentlemen’s club to find the Thinker. Your skills on the team included using technology to make realistic illusions that would have dealt with the “King Shark doesn’t have a feasible disguise” problem that DuBois and Rick were using to keep Nanaue out of the public eye but when you offered up the suggestion, you were shut down by the secondary issue of the demigod seeing every living creature as food. So there you were, feeling bad that Nanaue couldn’t join the fun as the bus slowly pulled up to the club.

    “Well, guess it’s time,” Cleo commented at you. She lightly shrugged and you moved off of her so she could place Sebastian on her shoulder instead. Then she stood up and adjusted the dress she was wearing as her own disguise. 

Sebastian gave you a cheerful wave and squeak as he passed and you smiled and gave him a quick head pat in return. You however made no other move to prepare to leave the bus, which had Cleo quirking an eyebrow at you and shooing you to move so she could get past.

“I don’t think I’m going to go,” you said as you pulled your legs up onto the chair and wriggled your way across the seat to give her room to get out.

“Why not? It might be fun.” Despite her very casual attempt to convince you, your rat-controlling friend shuffled past you into the aisle.

“Might be,” you admitted, “but it’s not fair that all of us aren’t able to go. Besides, I don’t drink and clubs aren’t really my scene.”

Cleo snorted and offered you a smirk. “And you think it’s mine? Or his?”

She pointed and you looked over at Abner, the Polka Dot Man, who was trying to decide whether or not he should tuck in his shirt while Dabois and Rick tried to brief the team in the aisle next to him, with very little success.

You smirked back. “To be fair, you look very pretty. Like my grandma. In her coffin.”

The comment earned you a flick to the forehead, which made you snicker. Then Cleo shoved her hand into your face as she flipped you off but she had a goodnatured smile on her face all the while. “Fuck you.”

“Hey,” Rick suddenly hollered in your direction, and the two of you jolted to look over; he was coming your way. He stopped in front of you and Cleo, grabbing the back of the seat in front of you as he threw an expectant look your way. “What are you doing? Get up, we’re about to go.”

You frowned and looked over at Nanaue again, who had now moved to grumble in the back of the bus. His back was facing the rest of the team in pouting defiance.

“[Y/N],” Rick scolded, “no.”

You turned back to the man with a puppy dog-eyed pout. Outside of Harley Quinn, you were the longest reoccurring member of the Suicide Squad–killing, robbing, and being good at your job had a habit of doing that to people under Amanda Wallace’s thumb–so you and Rick knew each other well. Well, not well; you barely knew each other really, but you had a love-hate relationship that you enjoyed. That is, you loved to give him shit and he was forced to admit that you were a pretty good asset and thus had to endure you. 

“Ricky,” you whined, flinging yourself over his arms, “he looks so sad, though.”

Rick sighed but made no move to remove you. He knew that if he actually tried to wrangle you, you would do the exact opposite of what he ordered you to do, so he tried half-hearted reasoning. “We are this close of being done here, [Y/N], and this whole thing would be a lot easier if you could just… illusion us in and out of there.”

You gasped, eyes growing starry as you stared up at him. The expression changed from lovestruck to morbidly amused in a flash as you smirked, “Aw, Richard, are you saying you need me?”

“I’m saying it would be easier–”

“Say please~”

“No.”

“Please~?”

Rick looked like he wanted to bash his head into the nearest wall. The thought made you giggle. After a few moments of what you assumed was silently begging whatever higher powers existed to give him patience, the soldier’s eyes rolled back to glare at you. “Please, would you just–”

“What’s going on?” DuBois yelled from the front of the bus. You peeked over Rick’s shoulder and saw his older war buddy glaring. The man, first name being Robert and alias being Bloodsport but you liked DuBois better, was messing with his mundane clothes like everyone else with. You supposed that being imprisoned for a while with only orange jumpsuits to wear would make any other clothing feel a little odd. 

You answered before Rick could with an aggressive wave in DuBois’s direction, just to make sure he knew who was talking. “I’m not going!”

DuBois’s eyebrows flew up his forehead. “You’re not going? Why?”

“They are,” Rick tried to intervene, “Just give us a minute–”

“We don’t have a minute!”

“We also don’t need a minute!” you chimed in. You sat high up on your knees on the bus seat and tapped Rick’s nose with a finger. “I’m not going. The idea of needle-head man freaks me out and it’s probably smarter to leave Nanaue versus a very nom-nom-looking human bus driver, yeah?”

You heard shuffling from behind you followed by a questioning sound from the shark-man in question. “Nom-nom?”

“No,” Rick, DuBois, and Cleo sounded at once, then Rick gave you a glare.

The kindly stating that you weren’t going didn’t seem to work but pointing out that you were more qualified to keep Nanaue from eating people than Milton was definitely a swaying argument. Just for added effect, you clasped your hands together and gave Rick your best puppy eyes and smile once more, although it once again cracked and turned into an expression that was a little more unsettling when you pleaded, “I’ll be good, I promise! C’mon, Dick Flag!”

“Heh, dick-flag,” Cleo snorted next to you.

Rick frowned but you could tell his resolve was cracking. “You’re not much better than the bus driver. Probably worse. You killed 500 people in two days because you said they all looked like your ex.”

Your eye twitched. “They did! At the time. And if he hadn’t cheated on me and stolen my money, it would have never been a problem.”

DuBois broke first. “Flag, we don’t have time. We’ll figure out something else, let’s just get the hell out of here.”

For a moment, Rick looked like he was preparing to argue further but he quickly decided it wasn’t worth it. He pointed a warning finger at you before turning and walking to the front of the bus, then out of it. One by one, the other squad members followed, until Cleo and Sebastian came up the rear and the two waved at you before departing.

“And then there was three,” you chirped to no one at all, although you were still in the presence of the pouting Nanaue and Milton the bus driver. You sat and waited until your teammates disappeared into the club, then twisted in your seat to face your sharky companion. “Hey, Nanaue!”

Nanaue only grunted in response. After being disappointed twice now, he wasn’t willing to take the bait for a possible third.

You had no intentions of disappointing him, though. You hopped over the back of the bus seat, then the next two, until you were sitting in the same row as him with only an aisle separating you. You waited there for a moment to see if you would earn anymore acknowledgement and when you didn’t, you slid over to sit directly next to him.

The so-called King Shark’s small, dark eyes watched you but when you got closer, he harrumphed and turned as far away from you as he could without literally leaving the bus through one of the windows. You gave him a gentle pat on the shoulder but his only response was to cross his arms and growl over his shoulder at you, “Go away.”

“But Nanaue, how will we go explore the town without each other?” you asked. In the meantime, you pulled up the sleeve of your disguise’s puffy blouse and fiddled with the dials on an augmented arm brace that you wore underneath. Once you were satisfied, you pressed a button on the brace an a small puff of pink smog was released from a grate on the device’s wrists. For anyone else, the puff was simply a small billow of colored air that smelled a bit sweet, but you knew that there was an army of microscopic nanobots following your orders. As the smoke dispersed, you pulled down your sleeve again and wafted a breeze in Nanaue’s direction.

“No exploring,” Nanaue pouted, “No disguise. No fake moustache.” Then he caught a whiff of your brace’s work and shifted to catch you still waving air at him. “Ew. What is that?”

“Well,” you started, then paused as you took a glance at the bus window to confirm your nanobots were working. The reflection in the glass showed you sitting next to a random, albeit large, human man instead of a sharky hybrid and you grinned. With a point at the window to draw Nanaue’s attention there, you continued, “It’s not a fake moustache but it’s one heck of a disguise.”

Nanaue looked at the window, then grunted in confusion at it. You drew his attention to the reflection itself and then he growled at the reflection that didn’t seem to look like it belonged to him, only for him to be surprised that that the human reflection moved with him. You watched with an amused little smirk as he executed some tests; he raised a webbed hand and the human reflection followed, he tilted his head and the reflection did the same. It took him a little while to get to the most obvious conclusion–that the human reflection following his movements was in fact his own–but then he looked at you as he raised both hands to his face, patting lightly. He groaned confusedly with a twinge of sadness, “Human?”

“Oh, gosh, no,” you said as you quickly shook your head. You placed your hands over the shark-man’s own and squeezed, giving his face a squish. “You’d be much less fun that way, promise. I just gave you a little disguise of your own so you wouldn’t feel left out on the party! You’re still all sharky-like, I just changed what everyone else sees.”

“Party?” Nanaue echoed as he dropped his hands. His head lurched to look towards the club where the rest of the team had gone.

“I mean we could go in the stuffy boring bar,” you admitted with a tilt of your head and a bored sigh for effect, “or we could take a walk on the town. Check out the stores, try some of the local cuisines, have a nom-nom chaser or two…”

Nanaue’s eyes shined like little black pearls; he didn’t get some of the words you were saying, like cuisine, but he certainly understood nom-noms. He got to his feet, jostling you and the entire bus in the process, and pushed into the center aisle. In the process, one soft, silvery hand engulfed your own human-toned one and Nanaue dragged you after him. “Friend and Nanaue get nom-noms!”

You would have clapped if you had both hands free but you simply grinned and followed Nanaue off the bus, much to bus driver Milton’s dismay.

~~~~~

“Nanaue~” you sang from your perch on a chaise-style lounge chair in a random clothing boutique. The rest of your sentence faded off a bit as your eyes caught a particularly interesting tidbit in the magazine that you were perusing and you casually kicked your feet as you looked the text over. Towards the end of the reading, you remembered that you had been saying something and shook your head to refocus. “Nanaue, how’s it going in there?”

Some grumbles sounded and the curtain that separated from you from the dressing room that your companion was in shivered. From the gap between the floor and the curtain’s end, you could see Nanaue’s feet turning, and a bulge appeared caused by his dorsal fin appeared briefly in the fabric as his back faced the exit. Eventually, he got twisted around enough in the tiny space to be able to grab the curtain, but rather than pulling it open properly, he yanked it off it’s rail completely and tossed it to the side.

You tossed your magazine to the side and clapped as he wriggled himself free from the dressing room and stepped out into the viewing area. “Look at you! What an outfit for a man! So much better than some of the stuff that everyone else was wearing, like that god-awful yellow shirt that Rick had on. Didn’t fit him too bad, though.”

Not too long into your and Nanaue’s tour, you managed to find a store that sold clothes for larger men. With some minor editing–like tearing a hole in shirts for a fin and hemming some pant legs–you were able to come up with enough outfits for Nanaue to give you a little fashion show and the demigod, high on exploration and human flesh, was in a good enough mood to give you what you wanted. Instead of his usual and only pair of ratty shorts, Nanaue now wore a pair of what looked like jeans but were made with a stretchier fabric along with a tank top and a brightly patterned button-up polo shirt. 

“And I thought the jean jacket was the best one.” You chirped as you hopped to your feet. You tried to circle him and assess the outfit from all angles but to no avail because Nanaue started turning with you. You checked out the outfit in the three old mirrors that faced the viewing area from different angles instead and noticed the collar of the overshirt twisted oddly–probably because it wasn’t really a shirt meant for people with fins on their backs–so you stepped up to Nanaue and fixed it for him. Then you stepped back and placed your hands on your hips with an approving nod. “This one’s definitely the best. What do you think?”

Nanaue shrugged but then appeared to notice one of the mirrors for the first time. He eyed himself a bit and flapped his arms, then shrugged again. “Okay.”

“That’s all?”

“Mhm. Hungry.”

You sighed but you couldn’t really blame him. He was quite big, after all.

“Well, let’s head out then. Sorry for the lack of cash, Ms. Shopowner, Ma’am! You’ll just have to put it on our tab.” You waved over to the counter, where the bloody remains of an arm sat on the glass, then headed toward the shattered front window of the boutique with Nanaue in tow. “Wait, do clothing stores even have tabs? Hm.”

Nanaue shrugged yet again and grabbed the leftover arm as he ambled after you. 

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[littleoddwriter]

I would like to request a sweet floofy floof with Abner? I'm struggling alot with my self worth with trying to find an apartment, job, finish college and take care of my kiddos. All while trying to find time for myself.

Loving You is Easy | Abner Krill/Polka-dot Man x GenderNeutral!Reader

Hey there! Thanks for the request, I really hope you like this story and that it can bring you some much needed comfort. I'm sorry to know you're struggling so much. And I wish you the best! You deserve time for yourself and you deserve to take it when you need it, among all the things you've got going on. <3

summary; You come home after having had a long day and Abner just showers you with love.

notes; Gender Neutral!Reader; Domestic Fluff; Comfort; Cuddling; Kissing; Short Fic.

Abner's favourite thing in the world was when you came back home to him. He always tried to show you just how much he appreciated you and how happy he was to have you back after a day apart. He also attempted to mix it up a little every day, lest you'd get bored of it - or him. He couldn't deal with that.

When you came through the door, he jumped up from his seat and quickly went over to you, taking your bag from you and greeting you with a lovely short kiss on your cheek.

"Hey," you said quietly, shooting him a small smile. You looked beyond exhausted. The smile didn't even reach your eyes. It was barely there at all. He wanted to change that.

"I've already cooked dinner. So we can sit down and eat as soon as you're ready," he told you, making space for you to take off your jacket and shoes before you went to the bathroom to wash your hands.

"That's great. Thank you," you responded, sounding as tired as you looked. His heart broke for you. You didn't deserve to be so exhausted and tired every day.

While you got yourself ready before dinner, Abner went back to the kitchen and prepared everything, setting the table and plating the food, so you could dig in immediately.

During the meal, you didn't talk. And since he didn't want to overwhelm or annoy you, Abner stayed quiet as well. It was a comfortable silence, though, which was something he came to really appreciate with you. Usually any kind of silence made him nervous. It never meant anything good before he's met you. But now it was all right. He knew that he was safe with you and that the silence between you two wasn't personal either.

After dinner, you changed clothes, getting yourself into more comfortable ones, which consisted of one of his old shirts and a pair of sweatpants you owned. Seeing you in his shirt, rather than your own, made him feel really excited and happy.

"You look really nice," Abner said, smiling shyly at you.

Scoffing, you couldn't hide your own smile, "I don't know about that, but thanks anyway, my love."

He loved when you called him that. His heart fluttered with it.

"I mean it, though. You are always gorgeous to me and this is no different," he insisted, "Besides, you're wearing my shirt and that always makes you look even lovelier, I think."

You lowered your head and chuckled softly, "God, you're making me blush!"

Proud of himself, Abner grinned and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into a loving embrace. Once you looked up at him, he captured your lips in a kiss at last. You kissed him back without any hesitation, sighing into it, as you put your arms around his neck.

When you parted, he brushed his nose against yours and said, "I missed you so much."

"I missed you, too," you murmured, pecking his lips again.

Letting go of each other, his hand immediately found yours again. He didn't want to stop touching you for too long. And then you moved over to the bed and laid down on it.

As soon as both of you were lying on the mattress, you found each other, wrapping yourselves up in one another. Your legs were tangled with his. Abner's arms were back around your waist and his head rested on your shoulder, while you combed your fingers through his hair.

"I love you, Y/N," he said softly, craning his neck a little to press a couple of kisses to whatever patches of skin he could reach on your shoulder, chest and neck, "so, so, so much."

Chuckling, you beamed at him. He smiled back at you, feeling satisfied. It finally reached your eyes.

#you're not alone anon and if you ever need to talk i'm here <3 #really sorry about how much is going on and how little you get for yourself out of it #sorry it's this short but hopefully it's fluffy enough ^^" <3 #gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader insert #gender neutral s/o #gender neutral y/n #abner krill #abner krill x reader #polka dot man #polka dot man x reader #david dastmalchian #fanfiction #fanfic

[fxckin-polkadots]

Okay

This is kinda stupid, but

The dastmalchian boys dating a reader who is related to The Addams Family?

love this request so much it made me come back to tumblr

Abner: considering how often he’s around strange people, he doesn’t think much of you, or your family, though he is terrified of your younger sister Wednesday. He spends half of his time cowering behind you like some lost puppy when she’s in the room. However, when he first met your mother, Morticia, she took to him right away, caring for him and making sure he ate. When you asked why she just shrugged, guess she could see the look in his eyes

Kurt: oh. my. god. As soon as Kurt met Pugsley they were already making up schemes to blow stuff up. You even commented to Gomez that you think your boyfriend just got stolen. With kurts hacking background and Pugsley’s…well….love for explosives, you feel as if you have to babysit them, always making sure to give kurt the “don’t blow things up at dinner.” talk every time you were invited to a family gathering

Murdoc: it goes without saying that he fit right into the family, being an eccentric black wearing man himself, you actually believe he’s the reason that Wednesday learnt new creative ways to almost get you killed, though he’d never admit it.

Lonny: at first, he’s anxious to be around your family, specifically your house, he felt like his nervous nature wouldn’t vibe well with them, though they welcomed him in with open arms. anyone their kid loved was now part of this freaky family!

Thomas: He’s used to the joker, he’s probably not even anxious around them, he fits in quite well

Bob: it’s….Bob he will not go near ur family and if he does you ARE holding his hand, he does ask you if you’re a vampire because when he met your mother she gave off those vibes

Piter: he pretty much already looks like one of you, he offers to do your mothers eyelashes and you have to make sure he isn’t attempting to poison her, and when you all go out on the town? by god.

Johnson: it’s johnson, he doesn’t care who your family are, he loves you and that’s all that matters

#david dastmalchian #not art #david dastmalchian characters #op rambles #johnson reprisal #reprisal johnson #reprisal #fanfic #reader x canon #fanfiction #piter de vries x gn!reader #piter de vries dune #dune #abner krill #abner krill x reader #james gunn tss #bob taylor prisoners #bob taylor x gn!reader #murdoc macgyver x gn!reader #thomas schiff x gn!reader #the dark night #kurt goreshter #ant man and the wasp #head canons #answered asks #my ask #ask reply #ask me anything #ask response #ask box

[all-about-that-rec]

Chapters: 5/? Fandom: The Suicide Squad (2021), Birds of Prey (And the Fantabulous Emancipation of One Harley Quinn) (2020), DC Extended Universe Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cassandra Cain & Harleen Quinzel, Abner Krill & Harleen Quinzel, Cleo Cazo & Harleen Quinzel, Cleo Cazo & Abner Krill, Helena Bertinelli & Dinah Lance & Renee Montoya & Harleen Quinzel Characters: Harleen Quinzel, Abner Krill, Cleo Cazo, Cassandra Cain, Renee Montoya, Dinah Lance, Helena Bertinelli Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Character Death Fix, Action/Adventure, Comedy, Crimes & Criminals, Sequel, Canon-Typical Violence, Friendship Summary:

The mission in Corto Maltese is over, and three former members of Task Force X are left with something they never expected to have: their freedom. Determined to rebuild their lives, they set out for Gotham City with a plan to make their names known and live by their own rules. Their destinies soon become entangled with the many villains and heroes that roam Gotham's streets, with the adventures that hide behind every corner and the mysteries that lurk in every shadow.

The universe is expanding, the story is just beginning, and the city will never be the same.

#harley quinn #abner krill #cleo cazo #cassandra cain #renee montoya #dinah lance #helena bertinelli #the suicide squad #birds of prey #dc #harleen quinzel #fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic rec #fic rec #ao3

[aetherbunny]

At long last Abner gets his kitty!

Just cat related fluff and some sneaky rehab for Pokey.

#fanfiction #ao3 #the suicide squad #abner krill

[practically-an-x-man]

6, 22, 23, 30, 35, 48 for the fanfic asks?

Thank you!!

Fanfiction Writing Asks

6. What’s the last line you wrote?

From what should be the last chapter of A Love Once New, once I actually get it written up:

“Eh. I was fourteen. Heard it had alcohol in it.” he said, “Doesn’t get you drunk, though, just gets you sick as all hell. Without the healing factor I’da probably gone to the hospital.”

(he's talking about vanilla extract lol)

22. Do you title your fics before, during, or after the writing process?  How do you come up with titles?

If it's a oneshot, it's usually after I've finished writing it. For a longfic, I'll usually write the first 3 chapters before I start posting it, and I come up with the title just before posting it. I'm not great with titles (though I'm trying to get better) so I don't really have a system - unless I'm going with song titles, which I do with a couple of my fics - and I just try to come up with whatever I can to get it posted lol

23. Is writing the beginning, middle, or end of the story easiest? Hardest?

The middle is usually the easiest, once I get rolling into the plot and can actually start writing the scenes I want to write. The ending is the hardest, partially because there's always more scenes I could write and it's hard to know when to end it, and partially because I struggle to pace out an ending without it either dragging on or feeling choppy.

30. How much do you edit your fics?  Do you edit as you write or wait until you finish the first draft?

I usually edit as I write - I start each writing session by rereading what I've already written and making tweaks. Then I give it one final scan as I'm getting it uploaded to AO3/tumblr (mostly bc I have to manually input my italics and things into AO3).

35. What’s your favorite fic you’ve posted?

Aw man, I love them all for different reasons!! I think Desert Song has some of the most unique character interactions, and I think Quinn is one of my most dynamic OCs. Taking Flight and WWFA? have some of my best stylistic writing, especially with the descriptions of magic. Heartstrings also has really fun emotional descriptions and character interactions, and some of my favorite dialogue. Smoke and Mirrors is about recovery and finding home, and I still adore its friends-to-lovers arc. Bolts and Blasters is a really fun slowburn and has strong themes of expectation vs. choice. Catch and Release deals with grief, and has some of the best fight scenes I've ever written. Eris' fics are fun because of their dynamic with Rick, and Nikoletta's I love because of the themes of physical and emotional healing.

That probably just sounds like I'm bragging on myself, and maybe I am a little, but I really do set out for something different in each of my fics and I think I strike on different strengths with every single one. I really can't choose!

48. Who is your favorite character to write for?  Has this changed since you’ve started writing for that fandom?

Agh man, this one is also impossible to choose between!! One of my favorite things in writing is character analysis and exploring different dynamics, so I love these characters all for different reasons too! I could ramble on again like I did in the last question, because I really do have something to love about every character I write for...

But for the sake of making a choice, I'll say this: Quinn is the most fun OC to write since she's such a total wild card, and Warren/Angel will always be my number one canon character to write for because he has such an interesting story and a lot of emotional depth to explore. Abner Krill has also become a recent favorite, since he's also got a lot of emotional trauma and depth to explore.

#my friends!!! #answered asks #ask game

[apomekhanes]

hi there! I'm not sure how much you hear this but I'd like you to hear it again.. I ADORE Abner Krill and I was so upset when the movie came out that there weren't many fics about him. then, one day I found "love should make you feel good" and I started reading immediately! I can't remember right now but I think I was there since Chapter 3! I love how you wrote it and I love the dynamic between the reader and all the characters.. it's all so fluid and smooth!

I just wanted to let you know, since it's been a while, that even if you decide not to continue the story you will always have a loyal fan coming back to reread your story! 💚

hi nonny, this means the world to me!! ❤️ i feel like a lot of people have moved on from abner unfortunately and it makes me sad—i'm still writing for him and i hope other people still want to read. <3

i have always fully intended to finish lsmyfg, but i'm honestly so attached to the idea of abner living forever in a golden summer at a beach house... it's a little emotionally difficult for me to wrap up the story and have him leave it 🥲 all things end, but i don't want this to.

i love how much of an audience it had/has(?) and i will always be grateful that abner and this story got me back into writing fanfiction after a really long time not doing it. it's been my therapy and my motivation all year. lots of love to you!!

#abner krill #lsmyfg #once i go on holiday vacation it's over for u hoes (at least 1-2 of my unfinished WIPs LOL)

[embodyingchaos]

❥ heart to heart | chapter two

pairing: abner krill x oc genre: best friends to lovers! warnings: angsty wangsty, very short oof, mention of murder word count: 1.9k masterlist: heart to heart last chapter: chapter one next chapter: -

eden yawned as best as she could with the head gear that was somewhat like a scold’s bridle that was placed over her head and mouth. she was very tired from everything she had to deal with over the last week. not only did she get arrested, she had to deal with the press, had barely any time to say goodbye to nellie, wyatt, viola or abner, and to top it all off, she was sent to good ol’ belle reve.

her cell guard opened the door, “you got a few visitors, ‘37.” she said, making eden flinch at the sound of the name. she got up, “can’t you just call me eden, flora?” she asked, muffled. flora pressed her lips together, “you know i can’t do that.” she told her, holding onto her as they walked to the non-contact visits room. when she got there, she turned to the woman. “could you take this off? kinda hard to talk with it on me.” eden said, pointing at the mouth guard. flora sighed and took it off before moving her to sit at the first counter. 

she stretched her mouth muscles before picking up the phone, “hi there, wy.” she greeted with a lazy tone, looking unbothered. “hi, eddie.” he greeted back with the nickname he fashioned for her a long while ago.

“weren’t planning on telling me and nel that you escaped from a lab facility that was experimenting on you and that you killed all the scientists and guards?” eden remained expressionless. “i’m pretty sure you would have called the police, wy.” “no, i wouldn’t have. you’re like a daughter to me, kiddo.” he said, his gaze softening. “it’s not right that they’re keeping you here.” eden sighed heavily, “i killed people, wy. yes, they did horrible, unspeakable things to me, but i killed them, and that’s a crime. the last person alive has to take the blame, and i don’t mind. i’m happy i was able to spend the last ten years with freedom, with you and nellie, and viola. i got to see the stars at least more than once, and that’s enough for me.” wyatt wasn’t one to cry or get too emotional, but seeing her behind the glass accepting her fate and not even trying to defend herself, it hurt him.

he stayed quiet for a bit before speaking up again. “there’s someone else here to see you.” wyatt told her, eden nodded as he left to go get them. the person who came in fidgeted as he took a seat. eden smiled at them as she picked up the phone, “hello, abner.” she greeted, happy to see him.

abner looked horrible. it seemed that her whole situation definitely affected him. his facial hair had grown much more since a week ago, it was much more prominent. the bags and dark circles under his eyes were also very visible, he hadn’t been sleeping. “abner, you look like you just came back to life-” “i miss you.” he cut her off immediately, tears threatening to escape his eyes. eden was trying to lighten the mood with a joke but it didn’t seem like it would work. “i miss you too, abbie.” she said, fiddling with the end of her shirt. abner sniffled, “it’s not fair. those people deserved to die.” eden gave him a small smile. “nobody deserves to die, abner. it’s not my job, or anyone else’s job to decide who gets to live or die. we don’t have the right to do so. i was wrong to do what i did.” she suddenly let out a choked sob, “and i ended up killing everyone, even the other patients, the kids. it was all my fault.” seeing her crying was something abner was not used to. he had never even seen her cry this much before.

abner didn’t know what to do, or say. he couldn’t even hug her to comfort her since she was behind the glass. then, he thought he should say exactly that. “if i could right now, i-i would hug you, and- and tell you everything is not your fault.” he nervously said, “you’re human, and you lashed out and made a mistake, and that’s okay. those kids are in a better place now thanks to you. they would have been in misery if they stayed in that lab any longer, ed.” eden looked up from her lap and stared at abner through her blurry vision. she wiped the tears from her face.

“i’m sorry i told you i love you, abner. now, you have to deal with me being in here and i’ll probably never be able to hug you ever again.” she apologised, her voice cracking. “i'm such an idiot." "no. you aren't." he adamantly said, determined to get his point across. "i am so happy you told me. it’s not your fault, you didn’t know they’d found you are that they’d been following you for a month now.” he teared up, “i’m going to visit you every day and-” “belle reve doesn’t allow more than three 1-hour visits per week, ab.” eden cut him off and he huffed in frustration, “then, i’ll visit you every gosh darn week! back-to-back with a day break! i’ll visit you on monday, wednesday, friday and repeat!” he shouted, slamming his hand on the table.

abner slid back into his chair, “this isn’t fair.” he whispered, but not to eden, to himself. abner looked back up at her and found her staring at him with her old, empty, black eyes. “life’s never fair.” she simply said, her lips falling into a flat line. in a matter of moments, she was entirely detached and that terrified him. being terrified was nothing new to him though, was it?

as days passed by, eden only spent time in her cell. she had asked for a book or two, and they allowed her to have a few. the most annoying part of being at belle reve was the fact that she constantly got ridiculed for having to wear the scold bridle. even if it did annoy the living shit out of her, she honestly didn’t care, she couldn’t care. plus, she was able to take it off during meal times and when she wanted to brush her teeth so it wasn't so bad. eden had been warned many times that if she even thought about spitting at one of the guards, she’d get tasered and sent to solitary.

as a year passes by, time has never been slower yet faster. eden spent most of her time sleeping or doing chores around the facility. she made a friend, the only problem was that the friend liked rats.

“i still don’t understand why out of all the animals your father could have chosen, he had to choose a rat.” eden mumbled as she played around with her plate of food as she sat opposite of her friend, cleo cazo, also known as ratcatcher 2. “what’s with the judgement, eddie?” “do not call me that, caz.” the older girl warned as she glared at cleo who only gave her a cheeky grin. “sorry.” she was not sorry when she said this. the two of them always spent a lot of time together, mostly because when cleo doesn’t feel like talking to her pet rat, sebastian, she talks to eden. eden usually just endures it, she didn’t like to talk when using her dehumanising muzzle.

after lunch, cleo had decided to go back to her cell early because she wanted to sleep. eden looked around the lunch room until a familiar head of hair stopped her in her tracks. there was no way that was him, right?

she slowly got up from her table and made her way to the man that sat at the table in another corner. he kept his head down, his black hair covering his eyes. there was no doubt about it, this was him. “abner?” eden’s voice was barely above a whisper when she called out his name but somehow he had still heard it. abner’s head snapped up as his eyes glistened from the lighting, “eden…” he said in disbelief, “wh-” eden scrambled to sit opposite of him, “what happened?! why are you here?!” she asked, obviously shocked at the fact he was in belle reve. “you haven't visited me for a whole month. i thought something happened. clearly, i was correct.” abner smiled sadly, nodding.

“i’m sorry. i was going through a hearing, and-and then trial, and there was no time to see you at all.” he rambled before taking a deep breath, “i killed her. i didn’t mean to.” the words were so quiet, eden didn’t pick it up. “and now, she’s everywhere.” she looked at him with perplexity, “what? i didn’t catch that?” abner looked at her with teary eyes, “i killed my mom. i thought she was going to hurt me. i didn’t mean to.” eden’s gaze softens, “it’s okay, abbie. it’s not your fault. your mother was a horrible person for putting you and your siblings through all of the things she did.” she reached out to grab his hand under the table which he easily accepted.

he whimpered, “but now she’s everywhere, everyone looks like her.” eden looked down at the table, “do i look like her to you?” abner stared at her face and her eyes, shaking his head. “you’re the only one who doesn’t.” he confessed, making her grin, “then, i guess you should stick with me, huh?” she nudged his foot with her own and a tiny smile finally took over his lips.

for the next few months, the two hung out around the facility whenever they could. they’d try to get the chores where they would be able to clean at the same time so they’d get to have a conversation or two. on more than two occasions, other prisoners would start picking on or insulting abner. this caused eden to get into more than a few fights, resulting in solitary confinement. 

abner was never one to complain, but he hated the fact that they made her wear a scold bridle. “it’s dehumanising!” eden smiled as she sweeped the floor, “well, they have to take precautions.” she mocked amanda waller’s voice, remembering the exact words she used when eden herself complained about the bridle. the girl didn’t care about it that much, but she did care about how it kept her from being able to kiss him.

they tried their best to keep their relationship on the low. word was getting around that waller had been trying to recruit villains for a task force of some sort. eden knew amanda waller would try to use their relationship to her advantage, and the day she was proven right came quicker than expected.

the crinkling of potato chip bags and the click-clacking of keyboards were the only sounds that filled the room. a woman with long curly hair stood up from her chair and headed over to their chief’s office.

she knocked on the door before turning the handle, “ms. waller?” she asked, “yes, crawley?” waller answered, not looking up from her computer. “i’ve got the files for the prisoners you wanted to recruit.” crawley said as she placed the information on her desk. “all of this includes 037 as well?” waller asked, opening up the first file which consequently was eden’s. “yes, but they called her eresidae in the lab after they’d studied her powers so that’s her name for her file.” crawley explained and was immediately dismissed. “thank you, crawley. you may leave.” waller stared at eden’s headshot before looking back at the computer screen.

there on the screen was eden having a conversation with abner, sitting closely to him. waller knew exactly how to get her on the task force now.

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[neeksnorton]

prison quickie, pt 2 ~ abner krill x f!reader

requested by ~ @tenshichan

read part one here!

A/N - hi there! welcome to the long-awaited prison quickie pt 2! part one got great recognition, and a second part was formally requested! please enjoy!

~ After finally completing the first day of the mission, conversation between you and Abner was sparse to ensure that the Squad wouldn't think anything suspicious. Abner gets the wrong idea, and thinks... "was she faking it this whole time? ~

extra note ~ go leave a request here for 12 days of ficmas! thank you.

NSFW WARNINGS !! ~ ANGST, yelling, crying, piv, m!virgin, nipple play, slight body worship

WORD COUNT ~ 2.8K

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Solitary sucks.

Yeah, you’re by yourself, so you get a little bit of privacy. But you’d rather be with Ab.

And your nose was KILLING you! Did the guard really have to smash your face into the tile on Abner’s cell floor? There was still dried blood on your face, even though you had tried to wipe off as much as you could.

You couldn’t get the sound of Abner’s shriek out of your head. The shriek he made when you hit the ground...He is just so madly in love with you. And you felt the same.

The morning came and the briefing began. Abner was there, in his suit. You’ve never seen him in uniform. He looked so meek, so meager just sitting there by himself. It doesn’t seem like Waller wants everyone sitting together, so you pick a spot in the back.

Something Abner says floats across the room.

“I hope so.”

What? What is he talking about?

It was cold, very cold. Not to mention you were just swimming, and you couldn’t stop shivering. Abner was RIGHT in front of you. You could feel the tension radiating off of him.

You two had not spoken throughout the mission yet, you didn’t want the group to figure out that there was something going on. You wanted to, but it was too risky. This was all just a test from Waller to see how you two would hold up together with the group. You would talk to him later, though. You wouldn't let her sabotage your relationship.

You weren't sure if Abner was in on the plan, but an explanation would have to wait. It stung, but you'd be okay.

Night rolled around, and everyone seemed to be asleep. Not you, though. Tossing and turning in your sleeping bag. Man, you couldn’t stop thinking about your face smashing on the tile of Abner’s cell, hearing him scream out your name. That scream really got to you. Pure terror. Not from the guards, but seeing you in pain. Blood pouring down your face, staining your lips and your teeth. Your eyes rolling back as your head goes fuzzy from the fall. It’s not something Abner ever wants to see again. He’ll kill if it means he could keep you safe.

Small gasps and rustles from a sleeping bag came from behind. You crane your head slightly to check out what’s happening. Abner. He’s leaving to expel his dots. Poor thing. You’ve never seen him with the dots that bad. The power dampener really helped a lot, it seems.

He makes his way into the woods and you see the neon, near-holographic glow of the dots. That can’t be enjoyable. Do the dots burn coming up his throat? Do they grow inside him as well? Fuck. It hurts just to think about it.

You walk over to him. He’s done vomiting the dots, but still doubled over from sheer exhaustion. Throwing up NORMALLY takes a lot of your strength. But this? You can’t even imagine. Lightly placing your hand on his shoulder, you say “You okay?”

He nearly jumps out of his skin with fear. “WHA- oh man, y/n.” He looked away with embarrassment. He was horrified that she had to witness him doing his business.

You realize what he’s thinking. “I don’t care about it, Abner. I know that you have to do this, it’s okay.”

He shrugged your hand off his shoulder. You’re bewildered. He’s NEVER blown you off before. “It’s not just that.”

“Then wh-”

“Why have you been ignoring me?” He jumps up, towering above you. “Acting like I don’t exist during the ENTIRE mission so far?” He was choking back tears, his voice was jumping up and down the octave. “Am I doing something wrong? Why are you just pretending I’m not here?”

You’re shocked. He’s NEVER exploded at you like this before. Your mouth hung agape as your eyes looked at him like he was a completely new person. Probably not the best idea.

“SEE, y/n? You’re looking at me like I’m some sort of ALIEN. What is HAPPENING? I don’t know what’s happening, I can’t figure it out…”

He fell to his knees, making some sort of grunting noise, attempting to choke back a sob but failing miserably.

God fucking dammit. You thought that he would understand the reason you kept your distance. You swallowed your tears as best as possible. You’ve done the unthinkable.

You’ve hurt him.

YOU have hurt him. He’s crying because of you.

He sobbed while holding his knees. You stood above him, carefully formulating how you were going to explain yourself. This may have been the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do. The guilt… the sheer guilt you felt was insurmountable.

“I… I-” you sigh and rub your hand over your face. Your heart was in your throat.

“I didn’t speak to you because i thought that if we kept things under wraps, the squad wouldn’t think there was anything going on betw-”

“But why? Why can’t they know? Why do you need to hide me? Wh-what am I doing?” he squeaked through his sobs.

“No, it’s not th-”

“Then what is it? WHAT IS IT? WH-”

“ABBIE STOP!” You didn’t want to yell, but you had to get through to him. He was refusing to listen, he was too stressed out at the moment. Overstimulated.

He clenched his jaw silently, and more tears formed.

“Hey, hey…”

You grab his shoulder and pull him into you. He sobbed into your shoulder, leaving tear stains streaking down your nightshirt. His hair was damp as you fiddled with the midnight strands on the back of his neck to try and calm him down.

Your opposite hand rubbed the small of his back, sending shivers up his spine and helping him get control under his breathing. his nightshirt was rough, and couldn’t be comfortable on his tender skin. Your fingers danced around the cloth and slipped under, feeling the warmth of his skin on yours. He just… he hated how the touch of your skin made his stomach stir. Especially right now. He was mad. Angry. Confused. Hurt.

“Abbie, usually when groups find out about a situation between two squad members, they’ll separate the two. Put them on COMPLETELY different missions. And even though it was out of our hands that we were chosen, Waller PUT us together to test us. And I can’t lose you. I can’t have Flag knowing and reporting us. He doesn’t know that Waller knows. Should he report us, who knows when I’d see you again.”

He pulled his head out of your shoulder to look at you. His undereyes were red and puffy. His tears were gleaming from the dim moonlight through the trees. Bottom lip quivering, he mumbles “...oh…”

He looked away in embarrassment ,his eyelashes sticking to each other as he slowly blinked.

“I, um… I just t-thought it meant you’d been faking what we had. I was c-confused, I-” he hiccuped.

“No, no. But… you had every right to think that, you didn't know…” There was no way to describe the sheer amount of regret you felt.

He chuckled in your arms. “Haha… yeah.”

You both bust out in laughter. It was only a misunderstanding, but it was hard. Abner had issues. YOU had issues. It was scary. But something you were both willing to work out together.

You both lean into each other and kiss. Lips dancing on each other like a beautiful symphony. Hands roaming on each other's hands and faces. His fingers, slowly swiping his thumb on your cheek. Yours, tracing his jawline, feeling his slight stubble from being out for a few days. His skin was slightly sweating, probably a reaction from the vomiting.

His hands got a little more curious. Down your neck, squeezing your arms. The angle was a little awkward, but he didn’t care. He attempted to wriggle himself in between your legs, trying to get as close to you as possible.

This was the FIRST time you two could be close. Yes, you’d been intimately close before. Touching each other under your pants laying side by side. And… that was about it. Exciting.

But the possibilities were endless from here. Anything was possible in this one moment. Alone.

As he worms his way closer to you, you take a quick look down. He is… hard. Painfully.

You reach down and give his bulge a slight squeeze. He whimpers into your mouth, grabbing onto you like you were the only thing keeping him alive.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to get upset earlier, I-” he breaks away from the kiss suddenly. Tears welled in his eyes, and you removed your hand from his bulge, thinking you did something wrong.

“Nono, it’s okay i just-”

“Do you need a break?”

He was clearly at emotional high tonight, you wanted to be as understanding as you could. But his intentions came to light, as he reached for your hand and placed it back on his clothed length. He swallowed and took a deep breath.

“...No, please keep going.”

You look down at his lips, then back up at his eyes. “Okay, my love.” You begin stroking him through his pants, causing him to bite his lips and throw his head back, as to not moan too loud and wake up the others.

His hands make their way to your tits, massaging them tentatively. He leans forward, going to kiss the curve of your neck. You lean down until your back touches the dirt, causing him to chase after you and eventually be on top of you.

He chuckles nervously. This is the first time he’s really been on top of you.

He leans down and begins licking and kissing your neck gently. God, he was so careful. So fearful of hurting you, or perhaps doing something wrong. But the sounds coming from your mouth were a clear indicator he was doing something right. His breath was so shaky, you could feel it on your neck and it made your flesh erupt in goosebumps.

“Oh Abbie… you feel so good…”

“I do…?” He rolls his hips slightly as he speaks softly into your ear.

You giggle. “Of course you do, how could you not?” You writhe a little bit underneath, causing him to stop kissing your neck. He meets his gaze to yours. “With these beautiful hands, your pretty face, your handsome body…”

His bottom lip trembles and he looks away. “You haven’t even see me fully naked, you don’t know what I look like…”

“Well, we can change that now, can’t we?” you say.

His eyes snap back at you. “Yes but… I’m nervous and I… I’m just nervous, that’s all.”

“That’s okay.” you say. “I’ll go first.”

His mouth hung agape as you removed your shirt and bra, your nipples hard from the chilled air and from Abner’s touch. You hooked your thumbs in your belt loops and pulled down your pants and underwear, rather scandalously and slowly to see Abner’s reaction. He looked as if he had seen a reincarnation of God himself.

God. He hadn’t thought about Him in a while. With all of the bad in the world, he wasn’t sure that one even existed. But now, he was sure there was a Divine Creator. And it may not be a big man in the sky. It’s the bare-skinned girl underneath him. Hair messy in the dirt, looking up at him like he was the only person in the world.

You stared up at him as he took in all of your body. Sweet Jesus. He clenched his jaw, thinking about how long he was gonna last just looking at her. Or how long he WASN’T going to last.

“y/n, I… I haven’t done this before.”

“I know. I didn’t need a scientist to figure that one out.” you countered.

He chuckles nervously. “Can I… Can I…” He was looking intensely at your boobs, mouth salivating with need.

“Please, Abbie.”

He wasted no time placing your left breast in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the erect bud and sucking with hunger. Every single movement of his mouth lit the bundle of nerves between your legs on fire. Strained moans came from your mouth as you struggled to keep them in. The more you moaned, the more Abner moaned against your breast, and the harder he gripped the opposite breast.

He felt the tingly sensation in his belly. Already? He hadn’t even explored all of you and he already had the urge to cum. He released your breast from his mouth.

“I can’t keep going, I might… I might, yknow…” He tripped over his words.

“It’s okay, don’t worry. Abbie… take off your clothes, let’s... do it.”

His eyebrows furrowed slightly. “...do what?”

You roll your eyes and smile. “Have sex with me, silly!”

His eyes widened. “Oh! Yes, yes please, lets…”

He slowly removes his shirt and pulls his pants down, letting his cock bob free. He resisted the urge to cover up his body, he was only ever seen as a subject of cruel experimentation and scientific exploration. Not something to be desired.

“Oh, God…” You whisper. He’s beautiful. So very beautiful. Indescribable. “If you don’t put your dick inside me this instant I might have to smack you silly.”

He was practically vibrating from excitement. All the praise wound him up, his insecurities about himself melted away.

“Are you sure??”

“Abner, I swear…”

“Okay, okay.”

“Ohhhhmygod.” He whispered to himself as you spread your legs slowly. You were his dessert. He traced his hands down your thighs, gripping the flesh. His senses were quickly overwhelmed by your presence, but in the best way possible.

He let out a slow groan and squinted his eyes shut as he entered your heat. This was it. This was what the universe was made for. Every muscle within him was so tight. Just being INSIDE you was complete euphoria.

Then he started to move. In, out. In, out. No. THIS was euphoria. White hot heat began to run through his veins like a drug. He felt he could have a heart attack, the way his heart was pumping.

Your walls clenched around him. You knew he was huge, just not THIS huge. Fire spreads through your tummy and up your spine with each thrust. But you needed more, more, more. Always and forever.

“Harder, honey, harder…” You mewled. He bent down to your face,bodies touching.

Your orgasm was quickly arriving, heat overtaking your body. As you started playing with your clit, each thrust was almost unbearably good. Painfully good. Your moans became higher and sharper, more like gasping for air. He was intoxicating. For his first time, he wasn’t doing too bad at all.

Your connection grew deeper every time he entered your body. Prison quickies… those were nothing. This was different. He was one with you.

“Am I... ahhh- am I doing okay?” He said. His eyes were closed, sighing deeply trying to hold back his ever-approaching orgasm.

“You’re doing great, mmnnhh- keep going, just a little faster, I’m so so close…”

“If I- If I go any faster, I’m gonna… I’m gonna…” he babbled.

“Please?” You begged. He opened his eyes and saw you, face contorted with pure pleasure. The most beautiful thing he’s ever seen in his whole life.

“Yes… yes... “ he said breathily.

He picked up his pace, and within seconds you flew over the edge. Your body spasmed and your walls clenched violently around his cock. He was so good, so good, SO good.

He didn’t hold on much longer. “Fuckfuckfuck… I can’t-” He let out a strained groan as he released his spend into you with sharp quick thrusts. His pace and strength faltered, he slowly fucked you until his bones became jelly. He rested on top of you, you could feel him try and catch his breath.

“I should’ve asked where you wanted it…” he mumbled into your ear.

“Yeah… it’s okay though, this time. I’m on the pill.”

“Okay… I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

He stayed inside you for a little while, not wanting to leave your hot heat.

“Abbie, I need to go to sleep,” You laughed. As much as you wanted him to stay in you, you needed to go to bed. You were too tired to think and there was way too much to do tomorrow.

“Fiiiiine.” he pulled out, shuddering at the loss of you around him. He slipped back into his pajamas, as did you. He walked back over to his sleeping back, and you crawled in with him.

“There's barely any room, y/n.” he whispered.

“I don’t care.”

He wrapped his arm around you, and you snuggled into his chest. This is how it was meant to be. No Suicide Squad, no prison quickies. Snuggled up into his chest, falling asleep to his heartbeat. Forever.

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Hi another little bit of Weird Abner Fluff.

This time he gets a little high with Chris and they talk just a little about feelings.

(Next up, Abner gets a kitten…)

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