Bad Dream [Raiden x Android!Reader]

It's okay to be scared once in a while.


Every child gets scared sometimes, don't they? They're learning. They're growing.


It's normal. It's natural.


It's all part of being human.


Is it okay for adults to get scared too?




Is it okay...for me to get scared...




when everyone expects me not to..?



Soft fingers sliding through silvery locks, the hum and whisper of the oxygen machine, the hiss of the monitor, keeping in time with Raiden's pulse; Otacon rushes for tools and aid to keep the cyborg alive until they arrive to his primary doctor, the expert in such artificial bodies.

Europe..., you wonder. How long could that be...?

Suddenly, Raiden flinches, as if pain strikes. His brows wrinkle. You note the glimmer of his teeth as he grinds them together. His filthy, torn body constricts and tenses. You tilt your head, observing this phenomena.

Perhaps the sedative is wearing off...but surely not so quickly. He should feel no pain.

What could be this strange occurrence...?

Suddenly, causing you to jump, he shrieks. A hand flies aimlessly and lands against your leg. Fingers tightening around whatever flesh he finds. The stinging and burning is unbearable, yet you bite your tongue. You sit through it.

But, why...?

When injured, you should push away the initial threat to defend yourself.

Why can you not with him?

What is stopping you...?

Raiden's voice quiets down. Slowly, trembling, he releases a long, drawn out exhale. He releases your skin, now bruised and red, and his arm falls off the edge. Glazes, water eyes flutter open. Blinking, two tears escape either corner of his eyes.

A silence....

Until he speaks.

"What...just happened?"

You stop a moment. What should you say? Would it embarrass him if you told the truth? That he screamed and shouted for someone?

But, the grave look in his eyes, the sunken eyes, full of sorrow and fatigue, gazing up at you, somehow alerts you to his: he knows...

He always knows.

It is quite easy to tell, especially with someone of his background, this is not new. In fact, such instances take hold more often than you would ever be aware of.

Why bother now?

Forcing a weak smile, you lean forward and press a gentle kiss to his forehead. Then, another. Then, another. How pleasant it feels just to feel his skin against yours, no matter how small. With each touch, the more the clenching within his body dissipated within him, until once more, he falls limp.

"It's okay," you whisper, dragging your thumb over his brow. "It's all over now."

Sighing simply, he rolls on his side, pressing his cheek into your lap and edging closer to your form. Your breath catches. Your heart races with excitement, and your body warms.

No, you may not ever understand the man you love, but at least, he could hide away from his fears in the comfort of your embrace.

Once again, you slide your fingers through his light hair over and over again.  Finally, you smile.

And nothing els seems to matter anymore.



It's okay to get scared...


It's normal to be scared...


You can be scared too.



But, I'll be here with you.