Alien franchise x Reader

This Feeling that Remains Final

Karine's birthday was fast approaching, and you still had no idea how you were going to dress. Before helping Walter at the orange grove, you wouldn't have stressed over something that seemed so trivial, but since then, you hadn't been able to get him out of your head and wanted to look your best. Whenever the strange feeling hit while you were in town, you began looking around and eventually found him, looking right back at you. You tried to swallow your nerves and smile, sending him a short wave.

At first, he was embarrassed at having been caught, but as you didn't react negatively, he started smiling and waving back. Every time, he grew more hopeful for a favorable result. You had told him it had happened fast, but for him, it'd been happening for a long time.

When he delivered the bags to Chris, he was pulled inside and asked if anything had happened. His jaw dropped lower and lower as Walter explained, and inadvertently made him uneasy when he frowned at your last response. He stumbled over his words, affirming what you'd told him about it not being a bad thing. Chris knew you fairly well, and hearing you'd been affected by Walter and possibly felt something for him return, he knew you wouldn't let something like that go without exploring it.

The day of the party came, and Walter was a mess. If he had trouble before, it was a nightmare now with his emotions going into overdrive. He didn't know how humans could handle it, or how they even made sense of it. The Orams had convinced him to ask you to dance at the party, and even offered to teach him. During one of his lessons, he had asked Karine how it was possible to feel so awful and so wonderful at the same time. She smiled sympathetically, explaining that's what it felt like when one loses their heart to another; the anticipation and uncertainty threatening to drive the person mad. It was well worth the risk, she ensured, when the recipient of such affections returned them.

The party was in full swing, but Walter was unable to hold a conversation, too nervous awaiting your arrival. Though he was a guest, he ended up passing food and drink to the other guests to keep himself busy. As he was making the rounds, he heard someone mention your name, and quickly found the source; it was the young man who was often in your company.

He ground his teeth hearing the salacious tales about you he was telling his friends. Walter listened on as he lied about all the different ways he took you, and how he planned on taking you after you were wed. He stepped away and placed the tray down on a table before the urge to smash him over the head with it overtook him. He heard the boy say how you begged him for it, and how in love with him you were, and he couldn't keep quiet anymore.

"You're lying," Walter seethed.

"Sorry?" he scoffed. "Who are you?"

"Toby, that's the android creep that's always staring at Y/N I told you about," one of his friends informed.

"Oh," he nodded, jutting his jaw. He pulled his fist back and punched Walter squarely on the nose, making him stumble back. "Anyone catches you staring again, your ass is going to be scrap!"

Everyone around them looked on in stunned silence and Walter wiped his nose of the leaking, white substance. No one was sure if the android could harm a human, even in self defence. Chris was about to step in when you walked into the room.

"What's going on? Are you alright?" The crowd parted for you, but you were met with Toby.

"I'm fine, just putting this robot trash in its place." He took your chin and attempted to lean in for a kiss. You smacked his hand away and recoiled from him, attempting to sidestep him. He grabbed your arm and pushed you toward his friends. "Take my betrothed out for some air."

Just as he turned, he was met by Walter with a hard blow to the chest, knocking the wind out of him and incapacitating him for several minutes.

"Release Y/N, now," he sternly demanded. Toby's friends released you, rushing to his aid, leaving Walter free to check on you. "Are you alright? Did they hurt you?"

"I'm fine," you smiled as you continued to let him check you. "What happened?"

"You should take him home," Chris told Toby's friends, telling them they were no longer welcome. He turned to address you and Walter next. "Go with Karine. She'll get you a first aid kit."

You took Walter's hand and lead him to the hallway where she was waiting, and followed her to her bedroom.

"I must apologize, I-"

"You did the right thing, Walter," she reassured. "The bathroom is just there, and the kit is on the counter. Take your time." With that, she left you alone.

You gestured for Walter to sit while you fetched the kit and a damp towel, trying not to smile at the feeling indicating he was watching you.

"So, are you going to tell me what all that was about?" you asked, gently wiping his face of his fluids. He just stared quietly as before, making you chuckle. "I thought we were past this. Please don't go back to not speaking to me."

"He was spreading falsehoods," he replied, growing nervous at your expression telling him to go on. "About your... intimate life..." he trailed off bashfully.

You cupped his cheek, and he leaned into your touch with a shaky breath. Leaning closer, you hesitantly brushed your lips against his. Without warning, he stood from the bed, firmly locking your lips together as his body curled into yours. The kiss was desperate, and you found yourself just as hungry for him as he was for you. You tried to pull away, but his lips followed your own and you had to push his shoulders to make him stop.

"I just need to catch my breath." The kiss had you both seeing stars, and you grinned at each other as you calmed your breathing. "How do you feel?"

"Like my chest is going to explode," he sighed dreamily. "Does this mean...?"

"I'd like to try, yes. We can figure the rest out together."

"Then, would it be acceptable to kiss you again?"

You took his hands and wrapped his arms around your middle and placed your own on his cheeks, pulling him close. "Please," you whispered. The kiss was softer, but no less breathtaking. You pulled away, grinning at the way his eyes were still closed. "So what now?"

His eyes fluttered open, taking him a moment to process what you'd asked. "Dancing," he replied hoarsely. "I promised the Orams I'd ask you to dance tonight."

You danced for the rest of the night, and while you were lost in thought, Walter decided to strip himself of everything; doubts, fears, unanswered questions, reasoning... he set it all aside, and considered only what remained: desire, jealousy, a yearning to be the reason for your happiness, pain... love?

"David was right..." he thought aloud.

You hummed, lifting your head from his shoulder. "What was that?"

He pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. "Nothing."

Nodding, you buried your face his neck and continued to sway with him.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught Chris smiling your way. He gave him a short nod, silently thanking him for his help before nuzzling his cheek into you, basking in the euphoria that settled the war waging inside him. For the first time in a long time, Walter felt at peace. He felt like he wasn't so different from the humans he was created to serve; how could he be when he could fall so hopelessly in love with one?