Chelley Stories

🎤 Alondra Duarte - Age 24 - Miami, FL 🦁 Leo | Dominican & Haitian | Makeup Artist / Med Student "Hi! I'm Alondra Duarte, I'm 24, I'm a Leo, I'm from Miami... and yes, I'm that girl." "I'm a full-time makeup artist and a med student studying dermatology - so yeah, I'm beauty and brains. I can clear your skin and curve your ex in the same breath." "I'm Dominican and Haitian, raised in Miami - so I talk fast, move loud, and come with flavor." "I speak English, Spanish, and enough Haitian Creole to talk back to my momma and know when my aunties are talking mess." "Oh - and I'm bisexual." "Girls, guys... if the vibe's right, I'm locked in. I don't chase - I attract." "I've never been in a relationship. No high school sweetheart. No college boo. Just a bunch of talking stages that flopped and made me start asking the universe if I was the problem." "So I came to Love Island because I'm ready to fall in love. Like, real love. Butterfly-in-the-stomach, can't-stop-smiling, write-your-name-in-my-notes-app love." "I'm not here to play the background. I'm here to be the bombshell you didn't see coming - and the girl you won't forget." "If you can't handle a loud, loyal, Leo lover with a soft heart and sharp eyeliner... stay out of my DMs." *** I do not own any rights to the love island franchise this is a work of fan fiction for entertainment purposes only***

With a gesture of his optic that was similar to the human action of rolling his eyes, Wheatley took a look around, his heavy accent sounding tired. Was it even possible for a robot to be tired? Maybe after being in space this long. “Mate, there’s nothi-” His assimilative voice cut off in a robotic gasp as his body turned towards the surface of the moon. There, in the rock, was a small blue oval. But, inside the oval, was definitely not the surface of the moon. No, he was looking down at Her, and her terrifying yellow optic. Could it be considered terrifying, even if it was just a light? “Woah, woah woah, okay, this is not planned, not supposed to happen, okay, um, you shouldn’t be there. Don’t mind me, completely unsuspicious, not Wheatley, nope-” “Hello, Moron.”

:Originally written 12/18/18: Wheatley taking care of a sick Chell~. Post Blue Sky AU. Cover by Ka-Star!

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"A voice echoed. He didn't know where he was, and what was going on. He tried opening his eyes, but all he saw was a hazey white light, and a black outline of two figures over him. They moved over him, holding objects, and moving around his right side. There wasnt any pain, he didn't feel a thing. It was strange, he felt like he should feel something, but he didn't. A small tingle could be felt on his arm though." William was one of the many unlucky few who were in the Apeture Science Lab. He managed to escape, parts of him that weren't how they were when he came. He found a small town, and worked in the wheat fields , adapting the name Wheatley. After adventuring deeper in the wheat fields, Wheatley had found a small shack. It has spat out a woman in an orange jumpsuit, and he knew exactly where she came from.

Winter is here and skiing is definitely an option. Wheatley doesn't enjoy it, until Chell tells him the same words he would tell her

A Portal 2 drabble, 100 words divided evenly between Chell and Wheatley. Now that they're free Chell and Wheatley look to where they know the other is, missing them.

[Before this book starts I just want to clarify that this is my first ever legit story so I'll be almost as sorry as Wheatley if it turns out bad. I also want to clarify that it contains spoilers of the real game.] So there he was, the core was there, floating aimlessly throughout the cold, vast space for eternity, with his so called 'Space Partner', trying to keep himself amused. And there she was, the dangerous, mute, lunatic, out of Aperture. Wandering upon the wheat field about her. The core and the mute had had their times, their moments, good and bad, they don't have much in common. Except for one emotion...

Just some Portal 2 oneshots, requests are always open :)

A collab fic. That's all. Chelley collab fic where the two live tigether.

Wheatley is a moron. He truly is, no matter how much he denied it. And he knows because only a moron would betray their only friend the second they got the chance to. When he desperately wants a second chance, an opportunity to apologize to the lady and right his wrongs he gets more than he asked for when GLaDOS turns him into a human...

The perfect life of Wheatley and Chell. Almost.~ Wheatley will be in an android body, though that will be mentioned in the first chapter. -dysania -- I don't own the cover art --

A very jumpy and plotless series of drabble-like chapters. It's hard to explain. Just read it.

Story by wafflegubbies

The after math of Portal 2. Takes place in Blue Sky universe. Things have been busy down in Aperture Labs with GLaDOS back in charge. From dealing with annoying parasites like Caroline to stalking Chell on the surface. So why does she get the feeling that things won't stay the way that they are now. And how can a shooting star scream? Find out in Portal 2 1/2

{𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝗯𝘆 𝗺𝗲. 𝗜𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝗯𝘆 𝗠𝗼𝗺𝗼𝗢𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹 𝗼𝗻 𝗙𝗙.𝗻𝗲𝘁. 𝙋𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺!} [] ~~~~~~~~~~~ ⊚ ~~~~~~~~~~~ [] After voluntarily shutting Herself down, Chell discovers two androids lurking around GLaDOS' chamber. When she recognized the voice of one of the androids, Chell jolts out of Aperture, with the androids following behind her. The three struggle to adapt in a desolate town. Chaos unfolds as she discovers how little memory her old companion has of the incident that caused her so much pain.

-Isekai fic cross-posted from Ao3- (Wheatley x reader) Days often melded together in the middle of global crisis. The months blur,and time tends to feel like a thick jelly, rather than any linear passage. While the universe knows not of what happens on a little blue and green planet, humanity deals with crisis in its own way. Escapism is a term that humans really are no stranger to, and especially not them. An obsession with older games that still shine its own story like a spotlight even after years was no stranger to them. Portal, such a lovely game series it was, and certainly a worthy contender for the next thing to lose themself in too deeply. They'd play for hours until exhausted, and fall back asleep as per a usual routine,waking up in the same location. Or not, if the universe had any say to it

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She already caught her star.

In his nervous rambling Wheatley accidently slips what's really on his mind. Short oneshot.