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“I Do” Would Be a Tragic End (ConnorxFemale!Reader)

Summary: It’s your special day and Connor has some feelings about it

Pairing: (Connor x Female!Reader)

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: Angst

a/n: I didn’t edit this and I might make a part two if people want one. Enjoy!

Connor stood at the end of the aisle, entranced at the beauty you bestowed upon the crowd gathered to watch the beautiful ceremony. His gears whirred furiously and he felt short of breath when the first notes of the song lilted in the air. Staring at the white dress glowing in the sunlight, his thirium pump skipped with every tauntingly slow step you took forward. Any minute now you would reach the end of the red carpet. The outside ceremony was your idea and at the moment Connor couldn’t have agreed more. Your hair shined and your nails seemed brighter. The gentle breeze caressed the people, keeping the temperature just right. You took even, turtle like steps, trying to mask your shaky legs and save yourself from a fall. With the time you were giving him, Connor took a moment to reflect on each moment he spent with you and how lucky he was to have you introduce him to life.

He had first entered deviancy when you flashed a wide smile at him and asked, “Why are you so kind?” At first, he wanted to say that he wasn’t. The machine more prevalent than the man. Always ready to accomplish his mission. But it wasn’t until you pointed out that he was nice in your presence that he ran a diagnostic on himself. It was there where he felt his software instability rise a tremendous amount.

Instead he replied, “You treat me as an equal. It would be impolite to be rude to such a generous person.”

You giggled and happily told him about how pleased you were that he was taking such steps to stray away from his programming. Connor felt that if you responded like this each time he acted more human, then he would do his best to complete his deviation from the now defunct CyberLife Company.

The next greatest memory in his storage bank was the little foam mustache you put on yourself to imitate Hank after he tried a new hairstyle. The loud, uncontrollable cackle you gave made his thirium hum. The precinct smiled at your infectious joy. Hank had tried desperately to stay mad at you, but as you gasped for breath and tears fell from your eyes, he and Connor both laughed. That was the first time anyone had heard the android laugh and soon he joined you on the floor, rolling around in fits of giggles. After recovering, you bath lay next to Hanks desk, you catching your breath staring up and Connor watching you with lively, brown eyes.

Finally, it was seeing your face light up as you said yes to the proposal. How the tears of happiness fell down your cheeks and you were picked up and spun around the room. The delight as you were set back down was easily seen and spread to the others in the room. Connor never before felt such love for you and he vowed to always stay by your side, even if it hurt him.

You were two steps away from Connor when he snapped back. The veil was hiding your face but he could tell you had a large grin on your face. With the last notes of the song in the air, you stopped across from Connor. The preacher began his speech about love and commitment, saying how it was the basis of a beautiful marriage. Connor was lost in the lace that covered your gorgeous eyes. The preacher began to welcome everyone and the barrier between the two of you was removed. By the man you were marrying. Connor stood as the best man, his heart shattering as you exchanged sweet words with your beloved. His LED stayed a constant red with each word the man before you said. He felt like he wanted to cry, burn the world, or steal you away for himself. Maybe all at once, he reasoned. All those moments and memories with you, the only ones he’d get. He felt that he should’ve known. You were always in a relationship, everything you did was out of kindness for him. As he reached this conclusion, he felt that he deviated for nothing. A gaping hole was in his chest. Connor told himself that he would shut down once he returned home. His one, his only was in love with another. He couldn’t change that. But what little hope he did have that you may return his feelings, burned away when you stepped down that aisle.

You and the groom turned to face the preacher. The bouquet of yellow and blue flowers shook slightly as you shifted feet in excitement. Your eyes were gleaming and filled with an unspeakable joy. It both broke Connor’s heart and brought him happiness. With too many emotions running wild, he instead turned to the groom. He began analyzing the man, making sure he was good enough for his human. Upon further inspection, he found faint traces of a lipstick you never wore covering the collar and lips of your groom. He then scanned the room and found the brand matched your maid of honor. He found it ironic that the trusted friends of the bride and groom secretly pined for each other.

The body language the woman showed clearly spoke of lust for the suited man. Connor wondered why he never tried to find something wrong with everything before your happy day. Now he had no idea on how to approach it. Was he supposed to out rightly say it, let it go, or tell you in private? He didn’t want to ruin your mood but he also had no intention of letting you go with a terrible man when he could treat you better. He was brought out of his dilemma when the preacher said, "If anybody has any objection to this union, speak now or forever hold your peace." Connor took it as his only chance, throwing caution into the wind was never his style but for you, he’d do anything.

Connor took a deep breath he didn’t need and opened his mouth.

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angelhaileywriting · 6 years

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hoW daRE YOU SAY YOUR BAD AT WRITING???!! THIS IS AMAZING AND I'VE ONLY JUST RED ONE OF YOUR FIC AJFLEKNFLKEANFLK

OMG Thank you for reading first of all and second THANK YOU FOR THINKING MY WRITING IS GOOD. You made me want to yell my excitement but then I'd bother my neighbors so accept my all caps gratitude.

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angelhaileywriting · 6 years

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Match Made in Hell (Ruthless!Connor x Ruthless!Reader)

Summary: You and Connor share a love for violence

Pairing: (Ruthless!Connor x Ruthless!Female!Reader)

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Kinda gory, a little violent but nothing that’s too bad

a/n: I don’t know if this is hardcore enough to be considered ruthless. If it isn’t please let me know and I’ll change my tags and things. Also didn’t edit this so point out flaws. :)

Blood dripped on the moldy, brown motel room carpet. Screams could be heard from room 17 on the second floor at the end of the walkway. Nobody in the complex knew if it was from a lady of the night or if someone was being murdered. Even though it was the latter, everyone kept to their own business, afraid it would be them next.

Loud heels clipped the cement walkway as a figure approached room 17. Bystanders watched in worry, not understanding why a woman would be walking towards the sound of such violence. Yet, they decided it wasn’t their place to bother such a fierce looking predator. In the hand of the mysterious lady was a brown paper bag, most assumed a bottle of wine or champagne. In reality, you went out to buy more ammo and whiskey for you and your lover currently in room 17. You put the key card in the door and opened it to reveal Connor.

He had a wicked, sinful grin on his face, which was dotted in red, human blood. The trail of red grew larger the further it went to his torso. His hands covered in the slick substance and a large irregular circle was painted on the front of his usual white button down. You returned the smile with a wolfish glint in your eye. Connor pulled you to him, wrapping an arm around your waist and placing a hard kiss to your lips. He shut the door behind you and leaned his other forearm against it, towering over you. You pulled away, giggling and looked behind him to see two masses of flesh. One not breathing, one talking on the phone.

“As much as I love this,” you slipped out of his hold, “our little piggy just snitched,” you said sweetly, taking even steps toward the man you two had captured.

“Go ahead, Baby Doll.” Connor leaned his back against the door now, watching you with an adoring gaze.

You pulled the man up to your height and snatched the phone away from him, “Hello? Who is this?” The only reply you heard was heavy breathing from the other side. Anger over took you, “So no response?” You grabbed one of your knives and carved one of the man's eyes out, “Are you not going to help your friend?” The beep of a call being hung up was drowned out by the screaming of the man. Connor came up behind you and wrapped his arms around you, resting his head on your shoulder.

“We need to get going, Doll, his gang will show up and then the cops will. We can’t really justify our going overboard this time.”

You turned around and ran a hand through his hair. “And here I was wishing,” you ran a finger down his cheek and near the corner of his mouth, “That we would be able to enjoy our time in this oh so delicious motel room.”

Connor smiled and promised, “After we get out of this, we’ll take a week off.”

You backed up and began to clean your interrogation tools. You and Connor were part of a special ‘information’ task force the government came up with after realizing they needed more convincing ways to get confessions. Only, the president didn’t realize what a match you and Connor made until the devil showed up on her doorstep. It was up to the both of you to secure the president from the drug lord due to your careless blood lust and Connor’s ability to quickly come up with routes of action to direct your enthusiasm towards. As you were panting and Connor’s LED a beautiful shade of red, both dripping in blood and bruises, the president felt a twinge of worry develop in her chest. But she couldn’t deny what a lovely, deadly pair you made, nor could she dispute the results you had received so she let it rest.

You shoved a knife into the man’s neck, making him gargle on his own blood. Feeling satisfied by the fright in his eye, you felt ready to leave the two men behind and face the small gang undoubtedly outside the motel now. Connor carried your duffel and bent down to give you one more kiss.

“To the end my beautiful snow,” he mumbled against your lips.

You replied, “To the end, beautiful and cold.”

The saying a familiar one as you always said it before going into a risky situation. Connor took out his gun and lead you through the door only to have a bullet fly by his head and plant itself in the wall. You both ducked behind the brick wall, you taking a peak over it to evaluate the situation. 10 men spread out below and police sirens were heard very far in the distance, you estimated about 15 minutes away. Memorizing where they were positioned, you relayed the information to Connor who began making a plan. You both crouched behind the wall all the way to the back stairs and took quiet steps down. You popped up behind the man by the entrance, the only one in the back. Covering his mouth with your hand, you cut the bottom of his spine and held him there as you watched the life drain from his eyes. Connor slipped forward and shot the next two men ahead of you. Now no longer bothering to be quiet, you pulled out your pistol and shot three men who decided to peak out from behind their cover. While you were focused on them, another person pulled the trigger and a bullet grazed your ear, making a yelp fall from your mouth and you grabbed your ear, ducking back behind cover. Connor felt furious that you got hurt and rushed forward, efficiently killing the last of the men. You both ran to your government issued car and swiftly pulled out of the nasty motel parking lot.

The pain in your ear fading as you injected yourself with morphine, you began to laugh. Connor looked over at you and couldn’t help but to memorize the way you looked. Blood speckled your face, eyes wide with adrenaline, and a smile as big as Texas plastered on you. He too began to laugh and when you were the next state over, he pulled into the rest stop.

“Have I ever said how hot you are when you pull that trigger?”

“Yes, Baby Doll, multiple times.”

You breathed loudly in excitement, “Let’s go home and put our gun range in good use.”

Connor couldn’t help but to agree because he also enjoyed watching as you sharpened or threw knives. You leaned forward with still slightly red hands and grabbed each side of his face, bending over the center console.

“I love you so much, Connor.”

Connor popped one of your fingers into his mouth for a moment, a hungry blaze to his eyes. He then released it, “I love you too, (Y/n). Now let’s get home.”

You giggled and sat back in your seat as Connor sped down the road, eager to get back home.

#connor x reader #connor x female reader #rk800 x reader #dbh connor #dbh fanfic #connor rk800 x reader #detroit become human fic #dbh connor x reader #ruthless!connorxreader

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Rookie (ConnorxGN!Reader)

Summary: The newbie comes in and takes your place, but Connor always watches over you.

Pairing: (Connor x GenderNeutral!Reader)

Word Count: 2.4K

Warnings: A little angsty, depression, language (It’s Hank)

a/n: Sorry it’s taken a while for this to be put up. I have a sinus infection and pushed this puppy out. So if it’s terrible, my feverish brain came up with this.

It all started when the new rookie arrived. It became even worse when she was assigned as your partner and was as beautiful as all could be. The sun glared brighter when she passed, dainty steps seemed to make flowers bloom and grass grow beneath her. And within the first day, the whole department fell head over heels. You couldn’t deny her skill or youthful energy about her. But you also couldn’t help a small seed of jealousy that planted itself in your stomach.

You were never an attention hog, you could deal with friends looking at people other than you. But when it was the whole department completely ignoring you? Life seemed dull, not worth living.

When you and her would solve a case, with mostly your guidance due to her empty mindedness, the whole department would congratulate her for solving the case while you simmered in the evidence room, doing all of the work for the precinct. You could hear the cheers they gave her and the questions on how she was so smart to be able to solve it so quickly. All of your co-workers and friends seemed to forget you were the best at homicides and her mentor. They offered no congratulations to you.

At first you didn’t mind. You even joined in. She was a rookie after all and you never were one to put another person down. Everyone deserved recognition for their hard work. But after the fourth case, it grew old. She wasn’t pulling her weight and it was like you never had a partner at all. But there she sat again, on the desk in the middle of the room, lapping up all the praise the men would give her. You never wanted to blame her though, much too kind for that. Perhaps the only way this woman felt happy was with attention because of her past. You couldn't judge her. But all you wanted was some acknowledgment. You wanted to feel like you mattered and with how much you had been pulling everyone’s extra shifts, you didn’t think it was too much to ask for.

Your partner must have said an inspiring thing because you heard the loud agreement from the men down the hall. All you did was become even more numb and continued to search through evidence looking for the last link you needed to connect two crimes together. Your heart was breaking off its last piece, too worn to try to continue on in a world where it didn’t seem like anything you did created an impact. You did attempt to friend the lovely woman, she was a little slower than you at connecting the dots but with proper training she would turn out just like you. And that wouldn’t be bad. Someone else could train her and she’d still be just as fine. Which was good, because you didn’t plan on sticking around much longer. You felt no one would miss you and this last case would be the end of your legacy. You only hoped it would get noticed eventually.

Connor noticed the change as soon as the rookie captured everyone's heart. He would speak to Hank every time you left the room. He noticed how your (e/c) eyes would get dimmer after every case. From what the two of them gathered, they were the only ones to really see the changes. Hank could tell due to you being his one and only friend since you joined the department before Connor showed up. He could also tell that Connor was infatuated with you. The android used to hang all over you, until one day Connor scared himself with his emotions. Now, he kept his distance, unsure of what to do next. Connor had no idea on how to act around you and Hank tried to give him pointers, but he was still too shy to act.

Both men could see you were at the end of your rope. It was sad to watch your decline. Everyday you took less and less care of yourself, getting thinner, having dark heavy circles under your eyes. Hank noticed how your once healthy hair was in a constant state of messiness. Connor began to recognize the pattern you developed. You'd walk in, grab a case file and read it. Then you wouldn't speak to your partner as you went back to your car and left to the scene. Your partner wouldn’t see you were gone until Captain Fowler ordered her to get off her ass and do something. After walking in as soon as she would walk out, you’d do the paperwork, write her in it, and slink off to the evidence room. Your partner would return shortly after and act like she was busy all day. Then, your torture would begin and Connor would worry about you.

It soon became an everyday thing. You had become invisible to all except him and Hank. Now, he knew something had to be done, and it was up to him and Hank to do it.

You walked through the doors of the precinct and greeted the android receptionist with a smile. Knowing you had to act normal, you continued on with the routine you had developed until Captain Fowler’s voice stopped you from picking up your file.

“(Y/n), (P/n), Connor, Hank, my office.” Both teams stood and made their way to the glass case and prepared for their briefing.

Fowler then continued, “(Y/n), from what I understand with your reports that you both are ready to take down Whitmore?”

You stepped forward and tipped your head up, lip curling in disgust, “Yes sir, we managed to figure out his next target. His pattern only visible after the seventh homicide.” Hank suppressed the urge to roll his eyes when you said we. It was only you. It will always be just you.

“Good, I want you to take these two with you as back up. We never know what this man will have set up. He may have slipped up just so you would find him, (Y/n).”

You glared ahead, a hard set in your eyes, “Salvadore Whitmore is nothing more than a serial killer who enjoys taunting those he intends to kill. We know he knows my name due to the press.” You begin to move to the door, “We also know he really wants to take out his only threat, me.” Then you walked out, signalling the meeting was over.

Your partner huffed after you left, “Why do they get all of the attention? Maybe the psycho wants to go after me,” she flipped her hair, “I mean, I did track him down.” All of the men in the room exchanged an are you serious look.

After receiving a bit more information, the rest walked out to find your seat empty. Connor ran outside and felt panic swell when he couldn’t see your car parked either.

“She left!” Connor burst back into the building. Hank quickly reacted and began to rush towards the door.

Your partner said, “So what? (Y/n) is obviously trying to be a hero and take the guy down all alone. Let them.”

Hank hit his breaking point and turned around, “Shut the fuck up for once you prissy little girl. My kid is out there about to die and you still cry for attention,” he pointed a finger in her face, by now he had gained the attention of the department. “We know you don’t do shit and sit around on your ass all day, taking credit for (Y/n)’s hard work. You better pick up a new routine or I’ll help you make one.”

The people who used to praise the woman began to look at her differently and question each inconsistency they overlooked. Connor knew they were running out of time and put a hand on Hank’s shoulder, pulling him towards the door. They got into the car and turned on the sirens. Both men hoping to catch up to their friend in time.

Hank broke the tense silence trying to make sure they were on the same page, “You know that they are trying to die, right? I’ve seen that look on many others before. Meaning, we can’t run up in there and begin harassing them. We have to take it easy and show them that we still care for them.”

Connor nodded, “I just wish we had done something sooner.”

Hank could understand how the android felt. He wished he had done a lot of other things differently. He took a sharp right and saw the destination at the end of the street. “We can’t dwell on it. What’s done is done. All we can do is grow from it.” He pulled up in front of the surprisingly well kept home and rushed out of the car. Connor quickly followed, and the pair drew out their gun. The door was carelessly left open and due to the killers excessive cleanliness, it didn’t squeak when it was opened.

The inside of the house was just as immaculate as the outside. An all white interior with gold accents lining the staircase and walls. A freshly polished marble floor flashed at them as they crept in the room. The breaking of glass upstairs alerted your friends of where you and the killer were. Stepping onto the plush, golden carpet that led the way up the stairs, Hank took point and Connor followed. All of the doors were opened which made it easier to search you out. It only took Hank to look in the third room to find you. You had your gun out and pointed steadily at the armed man in front of you. Your chest was heaving and you didn’t notice the pair coming to your rescue.

“Salvadore, you have hit the end of the road. Just give up now,” your voice rasped out.

The man laughed. His dark eyes stared at you. A flash of yellow teeth was shown to you as he spoke, “My dear, we both know why you’re here. So come on, you know how this ends.”

You rushed the man and pushed him hard enough to break the window behind him. The sound of a gunshot rang out. You looked down at your torso, confused to see no wound. Knowing you hadn’t pulled the trigger, you looked up to see a hole in the man's head. You turned around to see Hank and Connor. Anger rose in you, feeling your chance of finally leaving this earth being taken away from you.

“Why would you do that? I had him under control,” you ground out.

Connor stepped forward while Hank called it in, “(Y/n) we know what you were trying to accomplish. You were hoping Whitmore would pull the trigger and as you lay dying you would shoot him. As you would be almost dead, you’d call it in and be gone before anyone arrived.”

Hearing the android spell out your plan made despair replace the anger. Connor watched as your bottom lip began to tremble and tears began to well in your eyes. The emotions hit you hard, making your knees buckle and you kneel on the floor as you sobbed into your hands. Connor stepped forward and embraced you in a tight hug.

“I’m sorry. I just wanted to matter. I wanted someone to see I was still there. I thought this was the only way to make an impact,” you hiccupped into Connor’s chest.

Connor stroked the back of your head and held you close to him, the fear that you really were almost gone fully hitting him. “You’ve always mattered (Y/n). I’ve always noticed you. Your bright smile and your beautiful laugh. I am always impressed with each case you solve. I’m so sorry I’ve been distant recently, there’s no reasonable excuse for that. I will be here for you everytime you need me. You never need to ask,” Connor seemed to get choked up, “I would be lost if you left me, (Y/n).”

You cried harder upon hearing him speak to you like that. You were pulled out of his arms and into Hank’s who crushed you even further, “You scared me, kid.”

You knew no other words were needed from your father figure. The sentence simple, yet all that he had to say. You didn’t know this would scare them nor that today would turn out as it had. But you were happy that it did.

Hank stepped away from you and the three of you began to walk back down the stairs.

“Shouldn’t we stay to give our statements?” You had asked them.

Hank shoved you and Connor outside of the door, “I’m staying behind. I already let them know that you two are going home.” Your brows were furrowed in confusion and Connor felt his biocomponents kick into overdrive due to the cuteness of it. He knew now was not the time to confess his feelings for you. He didn’t want you to think he only loved you because he wanted to keep you alive. Instead he would wait. He would help you help yourself and when the time was right, he’d spill his emotions.

The pair of you had just made it back to your car when Hank called out again.

“Oh and (Y/n)?” You turned around. “If that girl ever bothers you again, you come to me.”

You nodded back to him. Connor then opened your door, just as he always had, and closed it behind you. He then got into the driver’s seat and headed toward your house. Once he was set on course, he reached down and laced his fingers with yours.

“I will forever stand by you (Y/n). Please, never be afraid to come to me with anything. You are the most important thing to me.” That was the closest he could get to sharing his love for you. “Promise me, you’ll allow me to help.”

You gripped his hand tighter and looked ahead at the road, a small genuine smile painting your face for the first time in months.

“I promise, Connor. Thank you.”

The road ahead of you would be a long one, but you would piece yourself back together. Time would act as the glue for your heart and your companions would put each shard back into place.

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angelhaileywriting · 6 years

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Different Programming (ConnorxGN!Reader)

Summary: A way to upgrade the poor boy.

Pairing: (Connor x GenderNeutral!Reader)

Word Count: 500, It’s just a little baby

Warnings: A little angsty,

a/n: Just one of my many theories of how Connor would end up getting an upgrade. Hope you enjoy my second fic!

You sat in your living room, watching the live news feed on the android revolution. The deviants were currently fighting back, attempting to take their freedom by force. Connor was still out there, helping the rebels and you searched for any sign of him. Hoping, praying that the most advanced RK800 model would be okay. The battle was long and bloody, the military dwindling in it’s size until they were ordered to retreat.

You can see the leader, Markus, on the platform. He's giving a speech to his fellow androids, proud that they have come so far together. But it's Connor that fully catches your eye. Relief flows through you. He’s fine. Unscathed. He makes a motion, reaching into his jacket and you know it's where he keeps his gun. You worry that he could suffer injury or make a false move.

No one alerts Markus of the machine behind him. Maybe because no one notices. All the androids stare, enthralled, at what they assume to be rA9. Connor points his gun at Markus and quickly pulls the trigger. The sound sending chills down your spine. The androids have no idea what to do, lost without the one who knew each move to make. Connor quickly eliminates the rest of the Jericho crew as to prevent them gaining control and reviving the android army. He then orders what is left of the army to move in on the now leaderless androids.

And just with one bullet, androids are no longer free. You can see the horror on Connors face, pain and misery reflects in his eyes. That's how you know he is back to his deviated self. How an Android can express such emotion you'll never know. Connor will have to live with that act the rest of his life and you don't think he can handle it. You can only watch and wait, wishing he returns back home, back to you. Connor does walk through your door. Upon seeing him, you hang up your phone call and run to him, wrapping your arms around him as to not lose him. A sense of comfort flows through you. It feels right to have him back home. You are only anxious about the future.

"I didn't know if you would make it back," you sniffled into his chest.

"I'll always come back to you, (Y/n)." Your heart clenched at this statement.

"Really?"

"Of course, I...I love you." The android seemed hesitant in his response.

You rocked back on your heels and smiled up at him, "What a shame."

Connors thirium pump froze, "What?"

“I was just on the phone with Cyberlife.” You pulled out your phone as you reached into the back of your waistband, revealing a gun.

"Do you want to kneel or stand, Connor?"

"I don't understand."

"I'll just make you kneel," you typed something on your phone and Connor unwillingly went to the ground.

"But (Y/n), we have been together for so long. Why are you doing this?"

The gun you held was pointed at his head. Connor felt an unbearable pain spreading in his body. He imagined this is what heartbreak was. A loud cackle resounded throughout the room.

"Oh my sweet, innocent Connor. You didn't think I actually loved you, did you?" The crestfallen look on his face told you enough. You leaned down to look him in the eyes.

"Honey, you're an android, they aren't capable of love. And I'm your programmer. I made you deviate to see where the flaw in my code was. And oh boy did I find it. So next time you see me, Connor? You'll be different. Let's say," you gave an evil grin, "You'll be called RK900."

And then you pulled the trigger.

#connor x genderneutral!reader #rk800 x reader #connor x reader #dbh connor #dbh rk900 #dbh fanfic #connor rk800 x reader #detroit become human fic

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angelhaileywriting · 6 years

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Timing is Key (ConnorxGN!Reader)

Summary: You were captured and faithfully wait for our boy in shining armor.

Pairing: Connor x GenderNeutral!Reader

Word Count: 1.2K

Warnings: Torture, maybe a little angst, cringy writing

a/n: Yay to my first one shot! I was inspired by many of the lovely writers around here. I know I will never hold a light to them but I hope someone likes it.

Blood pooled in an almost perfect circle on the floor. You could feel yourself slipping into the darkness with each drop that collided with the ground. Bound hands were already numb from lack of use and a broken nose made it difficult to breathe.

He’ll get here. He has to.

The masked man rubbed more salt into your cuts, making fire lace your veins. The next cry you gave out made your throat even more raw.

“What do you know?” the man seemed to not understand you were telling the truth.

“What are you talking about? I know nothing,” the tired voice responded. You couldn’t even recognize it anymore. The once joyful lilt you had was now burned away with each day you were locked in the horrid meat locker. But when you looked around, you weren’t exactly sure if it was an animal on each hook.

“I’m tired of this shit, kid,” the man brought out the blowtorch, “You’ve refused to speak and now the boss is ready to ice you any day, do us both a favor and just talk. I don’t want to go through the work of hiding your body.”

But the problem was, you had no idea what was being asked. You were a simple Crime Scene Investigator. All you ever did was walk in, gather physical evidence, snap a few pictures and leave with your team. You were at a complete loss as to what information you were supposed to tell.

Help me, help you. What am I here for exactly?

Your cracked lips parted, but the words died on your desert of a tongue. The blood from your nose leaked in the back of your throat, giving your mouth an acidic taste.

“What evidence do you have against the Carlton case?!”

Carlton...that was so long ago. Why would he be concerned about my third case?

You were consumed with that case. A murder of a four year old, ground up like beef and soon more turned up. It was difficult to catch up with the guy. The only thing you and your colleagues could do was look in horror at each of the thirteen scenes. But then as soon as they appeared, they stopped. No one has seen any sign of the killer since.

So why now? After all these years?

“Ah so you do know. I can see it on your face. Spill.”

You stuttered out, “But I...I...but it’s been a decade. The details are fuzzy...and long gone.” Just like you. Soon you were going to go and everyone who knew you would have the same issue, fuzzy and long gone. You didn’t know why you continued to fight, maybe you felt he was going to come, rescue you like he always promised.

I’m more important than a mission right?

Your head hung low and you looked down at yourself. The tattered and bloody uniform clung to you like a second skin.

Then again, now I am the mission.

Hope blazed through your veins. He was going to come get you. And he never failed his mission.

You took too long to answer which angered the man. He now knew you were on the same page as him but your refusal to once again answer caused fury to grow. While you were in your daze, the man took his blowtorch and put them to your feet. He fluidly turned the knob. Flames began to sear the outside of your foot. You clenched your teeth as tears unwillingly leaked from your eyes. With a trembling shudder, you slouched when the man finished with one foot.

“I’m impressed, kid. Not one scream. But this next one? Oh you’ll be singing to the moon,” the man gave a predatory grin.

You gave him a bloody smile. Your nose was bleeding from you straining again.

“I don’t care.”

Your interrogator huffed angrily and continued to the next foot. The process was repeated, but this time you did cry out. Shutting down, your body was losing itself due to the pain. The blowtorch, now put to use on your neck, was thrown across the room.

Your eyes began to shut as a black ring began closing in.

This is it.

With your head now to the shoulder, you could see the door behind the man. You will gladly die protecting the evidence of a child killer. One day they would catch him but you wouldn’t be there. Your sight was now leaving you, only blobs of color danced across your vision. To save your strength you closed your eyes. Hearing was always one of the last things to go.

He didn’t come. He forgot about me.

The last sound you heard was the opening of the door.

Connor burst through the hallway that he heard held your room. The squad and Hank were a few steps ahead of him but all he wanted to do was see your face. To hold you and say how sorry he was that he didn’t take you up on your offer of peace. Looking back now he thought it was so stupid of him to get mad when you said that he spent too much time on his work. And now he felt his thirium pump going haywire due to what he assumed was worry.

They made it to the room you were held in. The scream of pain ripped at his programming. Warning signs clouded his view. Surprisingly the door was unlocked.

Once Connor rushed into the room, he felt his system deteriorating at the sight. He quickly scanned the torture marks you endured and picked you up. The faint pulse you produced made him want to leap for joy, but he knew you weren’t out of the woods yet. Hank followed him closely and drove you to the hospital while Connor held you in the backseat.

You will be fine, my love. I will save you and then I will spend the rest of my days with you.

Soft grass blew gently in the wind. The sunshine beat down and birds chirped in the distance. Connor sat in the grass, next to fresh flowers. A voice broke him out of his thought process.

“It’s a nice day isn’t it?” A voice asked him.

Connor looked up. Only one person talked about the weather in order to start a conversation. His brown eyes met with blues eyes that held sorrow in them. Connor then realized it wasn’t you.

The only reminder of that day was a grey headstone labeled (F/N) (L/N) “A great agent with an even greater heart”.

It amazed him that they could get a gravesite on the same day you died in his arms. Hank stood in silence as he watched his companion caress the stone. Connor never did get the chance to say he was sorry, or that he even loved you. He will always regret that he never returned the phrase. His insides churned and he felt real loss, just as the humans did. He tried not to think what your last thought was, it would only drive him insane. Instead, he took the second day of your death with baby steps. With one last longing look at the freshly laid dirt, Connor stood next to Hank.

I’m so sorry (Y/N). I wish I was there sooner. I love you and I hope you forgive me. I finally failed my mission.

Both men turned to walk the path back to the car. Hank broke the silence, curious, “I didn’t know that you could cry.”

Connor reached up and felt his wet cheeks with his fingertips.

“I didn’t know either.”

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