Oneshot Request by Anon: Could you do a extended imagine for Wallace? Where the reader is the new replicant he’s made, but he falls in love with you instead. And you help him around because he’s blind, and keep him company.
Author’s note: I personally think he’s a bit out of character in this one, but it fits the request, so I hope y’all don’t mind.
Your name: submit What is this?
Wallace had spent the majority of his life trying to create the perfect
replicant. One without flaws, one that worked under complete obedience; simply
put better than anything the world had seen before. He was a god, and he wanted
to create the perfect angel.
And today, he would finally achieve his goal, even if not quite the way he imagined it.
“Now, let’s have a look at you.” You heard the calm voice of your creator.
him, you weren’t calm at all. Everything around you was new and unfamiliar. After
all, you had just been ‘born’. Suddenly you felt something soft against your
Niander explored your face and body with his hands, “Perfect.”, he whispered, and let you go again. “Get her cleaned up, and then bring her into my office.” – “Yes, Sir.”
woman named Luv took you away from your creator, you had been showered and
dressed, and then brought to his office. But before she let you step inside,
she made it very clear to you how you were to behave. She said that Mr. Wallace
had high hopes for you, and if you were to show any signs of failure, she would
personally see to your end.
To say that her little speech had shaken you up was an understatement. With fear running through your veins, you finally walked inside the office of the powerful business man.
you asked hesitantly, waiting for any sign that he noticed you were present. “I
have been waiting. Come to me.” You took a deep breath, and began walking
towards where he was seated. “Sit.”, he motioned to the chair in front of his. Doing
as you were told, you sat down and waited for his next instruction.
“So, have they given you a name yet?” You shook your head ‘no’. Niander chuckled lightly, “You’re going to have to speak up, my dear. I cannot see you.” A shy smile spread to your lips, ‘Of course.’ You should’ve noticed the lack of the little flying machines around him. The woman told you about them, how there were Mr. Wallace’s eyes.
“I’m sorry, Sir. No, I do not have a-a name.” – “Pity. Then you may choose one for yourself.” His offer confused you, “You’re giving me a choice, Sir?” – “Yes. Now, choose.”
You thought about it for a moment but then you remembered something you had seen on the way to his office. A name tag locked inside a glass cabinet. It had made you wonder why. Maybe it had been the name of someone important.
“Do you need my help?”, Mr. Wallace asked you, and you could hear the smirk in his voice. “No, Sir. I believe I have found something…suitable.” – “Yes?”
You smiled, “Y/N.” Niander sat back in his chair, “That…is an interesting choice but you are correct. It does suit you. Well done, Y/N.”
You couldn’t help but feel proud. After feeling rather nervous, considering everything Luv told you, to hear Mr. Wallace praise you, and treat you surprisingly kind, made you happy. “Thank you, Sir.”
“Now, I’m sure you’re wondering why exactly I’ve called you into my office.” – “Actually, no. I was told not to question anything.” You could see him tense up at your statement. “Who said that, Y/N?”
“Ehm.”, you started fidgeting with your
hands, afraid you had said something wrong that would get you into trouble, “Y-your
assistant, Sir.” – “I understand. For future references, I want you to ignore
her advice. She’s…troubled. Has a lot on her mind.”, Niander dismissed the
unwanted behavior by his assistant. “Doesn’t matter now. Would you like to know
why you are here?” – “…yes…”, you mumbled quietly.
“You, Y/N, are special. You know, I have created so many of you”, he stood up and started wandering around the room, “each with a purpose to serve this earth, to help the people. But I have found that there could be more to you.” You listened closely, it was clear he didn’t mean you directly but your kind, replicants.
“The past has shown that so many of you are full of flaws. Unfortunately, I do have to blame myself for that, for the creation can only be as good as the creator makes them. But now, here you are.”, he turned around, and it felt like he was directly staring at you.
“Y/N, the name of a woman that will change everything. Although I do not
know how yet.” – “And how do you plan on solving this mystery, Sir?” – “The
only way humans have learned for thousands of years. I will have to study you.
Which is way I have made arrangements. Your job from now on will be to serve as
Once again you were confused, “But Sir, you already have an assistant.” Mr. Wallace slowly walked towards you, “Luv’s…talents are wasted if she were to stay by my side. She already has been assigned a new job. She is none of your concern.” – “Of course, Sir.”
Niander nodded, “Good. Then let’s move forward. I have made further arrangements for you to stay in my quarters. But before I can allow you access to my home, let me ask you one question.” You gulped, anticipating what he would ask you next.
“Do you want to kill me, Y/N?”
“What?”, you replied, clearly shocked that he would believe you were capable of doing such a thing, “No, I would never!” He smiled, pleased with your answer, “Very well then, my dear. The day is almost over, I suggest we make our way home.” You took the hint, and stood up, positioning yourself next to him. His hand rose up, and he gently laid it down on your shoulder, squeezing lightly to signal you to start moving.
It had been a few weeks since the day Niander Wallace took you home with him. From all the things you would’ve expected, him being nothing but kind to you, treating you with the utmost respect, and always giving you your own choices, was definitely not what you thought would happen. Yes, he did study you, but really only the first few days. Very quickly, Niander had accepted that you were indeed his perfect angel, unlike any other he had created. But he was also sure, that he didn’t want there to be more like you. He was selfish, he wanted to keep you to himself. Not that he had any trouble keeping you a secret. Hardly anyone knew what went on behind the walls of Wallace Cooperation. Niander had always been keen on keeping things, especially regarding his person, a secret. The only other person who knew about you was Luv, and she would not dare go up against her creator.
Niander had found something, he hadn’t known in a very long time: love. As much
as he was the cold business man, when he heard you singing to yourself in the
morning while preparing breakfast for him, his heart skipped a beat.
“Mr. Wallace!”, you shrieked in surprise, as you suddenly saw him standing at the entrance to the kitchen, “I didn’t know you were awake already.” He chuckled, “What can I say, your voice woke me up.” You blushed in embarrassment, “I’m sorry, Sir.” You walked over to him, and led him to the table. “It’s alright. I like hearing you sing, angel. And there is no need to keep calling me Sir when we’re alone.”, he scolded you, making you giggle lightly.
“Right, I’m sorry.” Quickly, you went back into the kitchen, retrieving everything you had prepared, and sat down next to Niander.
At Wallace Cooperation
Niander walked back into his office where you were already waiting for him. “So?”, you asked, curiosity getting the better of you. “Flawed.”, was all he said, and waited for you to take him to his armchair.
It wasn’t hard to tell, he was in a bad mood. He had designed a new group of replicants, and despite all his efforts, they still
“I’m sorry.” – “There is nothing for you to be sorry for.”
Still, you couldn’t help but feel like it was your responsibility to apologize. After all, you too were a replicant, and since he had made you, Niander had been having problem designing new ones.
“Is…Is there anything I can do to help?”, you asked hesitantly, sitting down on the coffee table in front of him. “No, you’re already doing everything I need you to, angel.” He sighed, leaning forward and letting his hands fall in your lap.
Gently, you grabbed his hand and laid it on your face, so he could feel you smiling. “I like it when you call me angel.”, you turned your head slightly, and placed a kiss in the palm of his hand. “It’s what you are. My perfect angel.” With both his hands, he caressed your cheeks, and pulled you closer to him. “Close your eyes.”, he whispered against your lips, before kissing you softly. Once you parted, he rested his forehead against yours, “Mine.”