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A little teaser for a series I'm writing, it's a Tech x Reader fic with angst, and fluff!

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Waking up in a pitch black room wasn't uncommon for you. What was though was not feeling the chains that bound you to that cold metal table, always holding your bruised and frail body. You laid there in pain, fear pumping through your chemical infused veins. Slowly opening your eyes, you could barely see, but there was something unusual. Looking around slowly, there were no scientists or medical tools in sight. As your eyes finally adjusted to the dark room you took in more of its features. Your mind took a while to process these new changes to your off looking environment. The room was pure white, or at least that's what it seemed to be. You moved your head slightly, pain soon following, spreading all throughout your tired body. At this angle you could spot a door out of the corner of your eye. It seemed to match the room's color scheme, white. A million thoughts, a million questions, were running, swarming, around in your exhausted mind, despite having probably slept for a while. After about five minutes, you were able to sit up. Your body was in so much pain, but you pushed through, ignoring your throbbing head. Your limbs were sore from hours of needles penetrating your skin, pumping unknown chemicals into your veins. Looking around, you couldn't remember the last time you saw a change of scenery. You wound up in this horrible place during one of Cid's missions. You couldn't even remember what it was for, only that it was stupid and dangerous. You can remember though, that the last one to be calling out your name as you fell from the ship that was taking off; after being shot in the leg by who you're certain was Crosshair, was Tech.

My Pretty Flower |Tech x Medic Reader|

A/N- if you've already read the teaser then you can just skip to where you see "-_-"! I really enjoyed making this and am currently working on part 2, but I don't know when that'll be out. Feel free to tell me how I did!

Warning: mentions of giving up/neglect/ribs being visible/angst

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Waking up in a pitch black room wasn't uncommon for you. What was though was not feeling the chains that bound you to that cold metal table, always holding your bruised and frail body. You laid there in pain, fear pumping through your chemical infused veins. Slowly opening your eyes, you could barely see, but there was something unusual. Looking around slowly, there were no scientists or medical tools in sight. As your eyes finally adjusted to the dark room you took in more of its features. Your mind took a while to process these new changes to your off looking environment. The room was pure white, or at least that's what it seemed to be. You moved your head slightly, pain soon following, spreading all throughout your tired body. At this angle you could spot a door out of the corner of your eye. It seemed to match the room's color scheme, white. A million thoughts, a million questions, were running, swarming, around in your exhausted mind, despite having probably slept for a while. After about five minutes, you were able to sit up. Your body was in so much pain, but you pushed through, ignoring your throbbing head. Your limbs were sore from hours of needles penetrating your skin, pumping unknown chemicals into your veins. Looking around, you couldn't remember the last time you saw a change of scenery. You wound up in this horrible place during one of Cid's missions. You couldn't even remember what it was for, only that it was stupid and dangerous. You can remember though, that the last one to be calling out your name as you fell from the ship that was taking off; after being shot in the leg by who you're certain was Crosshair, was Tech.

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You could still hear the panic in his usually calm and stoic voice. After that everything went dark and you woke up in an empire cell. You were questioned excessively as to where the others were but you never said a word. It hurts to see all of the clones that you've known for so long become corrupted so fast. As you finally come back to reality you realize that this is your chance to escape. The more times the thought ran circles around in your mind, the more adrenaline that pimped through your veins. All logical thinking was out the door in that very moment as determination filled your body. With all of the strength that your nutrient deprived body could muster, you flung yourself into your feet. You did it, you were standing; you could do this! Not even a second later you were splayed out on the floor, your limbs giving out on you. What had you been thinking? Your body was too weak, you hadn't stood up in so long;let alone walked. All of those hopes that filled your mind were quick to run away as reality and logo instead took their places. You stared up in that dark room, tears brimming your eyes and threatening to fall as defeat washed over you. You just wanted all of this to end, you couldn't take it anymore. They did this on purpose. They wanted you to feel hope, joy, determination; just so they could rip all of it right out of your hands. They wanted to break you. This was all part of their plan, of course it was. They thought of this as if it were a game, because it was in a way. As your usually strong will started to weaken the batch's bright faces entered your mind. One by one, memories of then all flooded your head. You couldn't give up. You had to keep going;for them. They were all you had left. You loved all of them, one of them a little more than the others. Everything about him was amazing; Tech was amazing. You had to live so you could see them all again. You had to live so you could see Tech again. You had to live so you can tell Tech how much you love him. Your thoughts were quickly interrupted as the door to your new room was opened. Light flooded the room as you closed your eyes. You instinctively brought your hand up to shield your eyes. The numbness you felt earlier due to the adrenaline has long left your bloodstream as pain flooded your receptors. You're weak, so unbelievably weak. A deep and dark chuckle snapped you out of your trance. Footsteps could be heard coming towards you as one of the newer scientists came into view. You could never remember his name, only that he was cruel. You hated him with every fiber in your body. The man enjoyed watching you suffer as he tortured you by injecting such painful chemicals into your body.

"Well look what we have here. A defenseless weakling. Did you really think you'd be able to escape? What a joke, " The man taunted you, taking pleasure in seeing you so broken. The only thing you did was spit on his boot. You knew it was a stupid decision right once the saliva left your mouth but there was nothing that could stop it. He looked down on you with pure disgust in his soulless eyes. He scowles before talking once more.

"Disgusting vermin, get up. You have a new cellmate."

At that note a clone trooper brought someone in. The scientist grabbed ahold of your arm and rather harshly pulled you up off the ground. You were quick to grip onto the table in order to keep you up. Crosshair stood in the doorway of the room. He had his usual scowl and furrowed brows on his face. If you hadn't known him for so long then you would have thought he didn't recognize you. His eyes widened a little as they laid their sight onto you. You were so tiny, only skin on bones. It was hard to imagine that that was truly you. You were so pale, paler than ever. Your face was sunken in and you had so many scars and bruises on your body. He didn't look the best either. It was clear the empire didn't feed him enough. His clothing was very different from yours; yours being just a large loose white shirt and underwear. The shirt wasn't as white as it was when you were given it. It was decorated in blood and unknown chemicals. Thinking back to the chemicals made you realize how lucky, or unlucky, you were to be alive at that moment. So far none of their experiments have killed you. You wondered what Crosshair had been through this entire time. They neglected him, his tight blacks showing off his ribs and trig like limbs. How could they have done this to him? Anger took hold of your mind.

"How could you treat him like this? You're the disgusting vermin here," your voice was small, barely above a whisper;throat dry and scratched up from screaming.

You hardly ever spoke anymore. Most of the time the only noise coming from your messed up throat were screams and whimpers. If you had the strength and courage then an insult would leave your lips. Of course they'd punish you for it but you stopped being scared a long time ago; or at least that's what you tell yourself over and over again. Deep down you were terrified. No one gave you any mind as Crosshair was thrown in, stumbling over his own feet. He grunted as he lost complete balance and landed on his knees. The scientist and clone trooper were quick to leave the room as if you both had some kind of infectious disease. Crosshair, with his usual scowl, had a twinkle of concern in his scrunched up eyes. Of course he had been assigned to execute you but he couldn't for some reason; the same reason he couldn't do it to his brothers. He knew you were going to be questioned and probably get a little beat up, but he wasn't expecting this at all. With no hesitation, you fell on top of him as your arms wrapped around him as best as they could.

"I missed you," The both of you spoke to the other.

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Ok so! I am still working on My Flower, actually got chapter 2 done, just have to transfer it onto here because I wrote it on paper. But I will get that out soon, but I have a few fic ideas for The Last of Us cause I love it! Plus I'm thinking about doing some fics about Ghost because I love their music and love them in general. But I have a Joel x daughter! Reader fic idea that I'mma start working on after I post My Flower so be prepared to see the newest chapter soon! And I am going to continue to work on that but I've kind of lost motivation for that, and I don't really have a whole lot of ideas as of right now, but I ain't abandoning it. Thank you for your patience! And I love y'all so much, don't forget to get proper sleep and eat and to drink some water today!

Edit: Y'all might have to wait a little longer for My Flower because I have apparently lost an ENTIRE PAGE of writing and now I have to try and remember what I wrote because it's in the middle.....

My Pretty Flower Chapter 2|Tech x Medic Reader|

A/n: I really hope that you guys like this! Feel free to tell me what I need to improve on if y'all wish! 😁

Chapters : One

Warning: Torture, needles, injection, passing out, descriptions of pain, angst, fluff

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It had been a while since anyone had come in. Crosshair barely spoke, only awkwardly holding your body. The both of you jumped as the door to the room was flung open. The scientist from before walked in, a nurse right behind him. Crosshair seemed confused when his eyes met the cart that was being wheeled in be the nurse. The usual large syringe was on the cart, but there was something new today. Instead of the dull colored chemicals, there was a bright flourecent blue substance laying next to the syringe.

"Week ain't this cute? That's too bad, cause it's time for you to get up. Experiment time," He had a crazed look I'm his eyes.

This wasn't a good chemical and it was clear by the way that he was looking at you. Crosshair tried to keep you closer to him but failed as you were roughly ripped from his arms. A clone trooper had a hold of you and one had a hold of Crosshair. You could feel your heart rate picking up, as well as hear the blood that was pumping in your ears. They strapped your thrashing, weak body to that metal table.

Out of the corner of your eye you could see Crosshair twitching like crazy. His face was as hard as stone as a low growl like sound came from his throat.

"Oh stop fighting it you little twerps."

You couldn't imagine what was going through Cross' mind, especially since they had apparently taken his chip out and then put it back in.

You looked over at the scientist, the same sadistic smile on his disgusting face. He reached over and picked the syringe up. Tauntingly, he set the brake substance up into the syringe. He held onto the syringe, flicking the needle part a couple of times. He looks down at you as if you were an animal that he was about to dissect. He was inspecting your body; seeing where to inject his new concoction. He finally chose the perfect place in his mind, your neck. You felt it when the sharp needle pierced your skin as he injected the liquid into your bloodstream. You could feel the effects of it almost instantly. It felt like electricity was in your skin. You screamed out in agonizing pain so loud that it could possibly burst someone's eardrums. As soon as a tear left, your eyes instantly evaporated. How are you surviving this? Any normal human being would have died so fast. Except you weren't a normal human being anymore, not since you were brought here. Their last experiments had to be the cause of why you weren't surviving this right now. Trying to breathe was futile as pain surged through your body. You screamed so much. Screamed and cried out until you couldn't even make a sound. You tried to stay awake, scared of what would happen if you slipped into the welcoming arms of darkness. You fought the urge until you couldn't ultimately, passing out from the excruciating pain. When you awoke from your deep slumber, you were greeted by Crosshair's sleeping face. How long have you been out for? You seemed to pass out for long periods of time often. Your body ached and your head pounded. That was a side effect of having an electrifying chemical pumped into your veins. As you slowly start to move around, Cross opens his eyes. He was immediately on alert. He scanned the room before looking down at your pained face. How long will this go on? You had to try and gain your strength back. You needed to get back to your family.

"Cross," you choked out, "Once I gain some more strength back, I need you to help me stand."

He stared at you and huffed, leaning back again as you two laid there. After a little while you finally tugged on his arm, signaling to help you up.

He gave you a puzzled look while scoffing, but doing as you asked; albeit painstakingly slow. Putting the majority of your weight on him, you stood up. You had a tight grip on his upper biceps as your knees willed to buckle. Your breath was staggered as your strength was quickly being depleted. After a minute of just standing and holding onto cross hair was when your legs gave out. He didn't realize that your body gave out until you felt cross hair with a tight grip on you. As he gently lowered you to the ground, he whispered something. You didn't hear what he said, but you already knew. He was muttering like he always said when the two of you were in a stressful situation.

"You're doing good Little Bird."

You hadn't heard those words leave his mouth in so long. The last time you remembered hearing those calming words was right before you guys had to leave him behind. You never have found out why he would call you Little Bird. You remember that day so well though.

The ship had just landed as you and the others unloaded. You were all very confused, one of your group less so than the rest. You had no clue as to what had just happened. They were dead, all of them were dead. You're in shock, and it was clear as day just by taking a glance in your direction. You didn't understand any of it.

You and Crosshair were the last ones in the bunk room, quietly sitting on Cross' bed. The two of you had a little fling going on, but you've slowly been pulling away after having witnessed him making out with one of the other medics. You were heartbroken, having fallen in love with the sniper. It was awkward in the room, to say the least. You yearned to be held in his arms. After sitting for what felt like hours, you slowly and finally felt his nimble fingers creep their way around your shoulders. His head came to rest on the top of your head while your back made contact with his hard chest. Your mind was telling you to walk away, go find the others. Your body didn't move though, didn't wish to move.

"I'm so sorry, but I promise you're doing so well Little Bird."

His voice was stoic, emotionless. Tears slowly slide down your cheek as you pulled yourself away from him. Standing up, you looked at him before leaving to go find the others.

Zoning back in, you can feel Cross' shallow breath on the back of your neck. You could tell that he had fallen asleep. You couldn't blame him, though. You were all so exhausted, but you had already slept so much. Your eyes slowly started to betray you. You snuggled more into cross' body as your own body and mind went blank.

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