#(and also Gavin just kinda forced himself in there too >_>)
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Yoooooo! It's been a hot minute since I posted a new prompt, but here's something I've been thinking about for a few days now? Consider:
AU where Cole was born much earlier, back before Hank's career really kicked off. He follows his ol' dad into the police force, joining the DPD the summer of 2035. However, that same year, a freak ice storm takes the city. Hank had been planning to visit Cole in his first apartment, promising him that "the roads aren't that bad, don't worry about it." The next call Cole receives is from Detroit Regional Hospital, asking for a next of kin. Cole rushes there himself, heedless of the horrible state of the roads, to find his father in surgery, a medical android operating. Anxiously, he waits through the night, fidgeting in the uncomfortable plastic chairs outside the operating theater.
He receives the news the next morning. Hank had suffered some serious injuries including multiple concussions, and had fallen into a coma during the surgeries. He's told there's no way to know when or if he might wake. The sight of the medical android leaving the theater with the same placid expression on its face as off of the things haunts him long after that night.
For three long years, he's consoled with platitudes of "it might be any day now." For three long years, he visits his father regularly, hoping to spark some change in the man. For three long years, he throws himself into his work, hoping to forget that this was all his fault. That Hank had been out because of him. That he was laid up in a sterile room for years because of him.
And almost three years later, his hard work pays off. His promotion to detective coincides with a surge in deviancy cases. And Cole Anderson, professional workaholic, newly-instated rookie, who's father's big shoes he will fill or die trying, has a proposition for the captain:
"Assign me this case," he demands.
"This is high profile, rookie. The sergeant will handle it," Fowler replies.
"Sir, the sergeant hates androids. I can work with it. Perhaps even mediate."
"Seem to recall you not being a fan either, Anderson."
And Cole grits his teeth, flashbacks of an android in bloody scrubs running through his mind. But he says, "I'm not, sir. But I need…" And here he hesitates, looking away from Fowler's piercing gaze. "… I need something… substantial… at this time of year…"
And the office is quiet for a few seconds more before he hears Fowler sigh. And Cole knows he's won this. "Alright, Anderson. Alright. I'll add you to the case. But Reed takes lead, you hear me? No going off on your own, kid."
Smartly, Cole salutes, knowing when to let sleeping dogs lie. "Thank you, Captain. You won't regret it."
"But Reed might," he hears the man mutter as he closes the door behind him.
Cole smirks, returning to his desk and the case files he'd been finishing up. Deviancy, he thinks. Perhaps this is the missing link. The key to proving androids can't be trusted in sensitive situations. That his father's condition was a result of malpractice, not routine. That they, too, shoulder some of the blame.
Two days later, Cole meets Connor. And that is when he knows his theory is right.
Or! The one where Hank is out of commission and an adult Cole Anderson is assigned to the deviancy case alongside Connor and Gavin. Through peril and hardship, the three must learn to work together to solve the greatest mystery Detroit has ever known, or risk letting the menace known as deviancy roam free. And meanwhile, tempers flare, worldviews shift, and all three learn there's perhaps more to life than just being human.
#Veil's Prompts#dbh#detroit become human#cole anderson#hank anderson#connor rk800#gavin reed#jeffrey fowler#DPD Squad#anderfam#cole lives AU#adult cole AU#canon divergence#okay listen#I've literally been thinking about this for days#but the idea of Connor teaming up with an adult Cole Anderson instead of Hank wouldn't leave me alone#I really like the idea of it okay?#(and also Gavin just kinda forced himself in there too >_>)#(and also promoted himself to sergeant <_<)#(look it makes sense in my head!)#(with Hank not there anymore they'd need to promote *someone!*)#anyway you can bet your ass Hank wakes up at the end of all this#and discovers he now has three sons instead of one lol#I need my happy endings 😌#but damn is it gonna be a rocky road to get them all there XD
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Can I get a Platonic Yandere! Hank Anderson (D:BH) with Rookie! Gender-Neutral! Reader? They’re a interesting little shit with shitty puns, but he doesn’t rlly like the fact that they’re constantly getting reckless out there in the field. Besides, they’re probably one of very few who can keep Gavin in line.
Sure! I'd love to write for Hank :) I apologize if something is off, I tried to make him as in character as I could!
Yandere! Platonic! Hank Anderson with Rookie! Darling
(Reckless! Jokester! Darling)
Pairing: Platonic
Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Hank is kinda like a father to you, Overprotective behavior, Mentioned violence/threats, Manipulation, Suicidal thoughts mention (Canon to Hank in the game), Swearing, Murder/Killing.
I have a feeling Hank is going to start off annoyed with you due to how you act.
Not only are you a rookie and new to how this whole police force thing works in the wild...
You also have a personality that's a bit hard to get used to upon your first meeting.
Hank is relatively serious and gruff, he doesn't tolerate people not doing their job too much (just means more work).
There's a good chance it'll take time for him to get used to you.
First there's the jokes you throw around at the station.
Hank feels they are a bit poor taste and annoying at first.
You try to make them around him and he tries his best to tolerate them.
He gets it, you're young and new, but get with the program.
Although, Hank prefers your humor compared to you being an emotionless drone.
In fact your humor may just grow on him the longer he knows you.
Hank will take time to fully accept you, just like how he was with Connor.
You'd also soon become one of the reasons he hasn't wanted to end it all over time.
Hank would take a fatherly role towards a rookie platonic obsession.
He's lost his son a long time ago and part of him wants to take care of you like the child he lost.
His attachment starts to grow when he sees you keep Gavin in line at times in the station.
When Gavin gets out of hand you jump at the chance to shut him down.
Hank respects that, he's an annoying prick at times.
Another way you can grow close is if you work under him.
After all, you need experience one way or another, right?
I can see Hank being very fatherly towards you over time regardless on how he meets his platonic obsession.
He doesn't notice it half the time, it just happens on his own.
He may find the fact you're a rookie annoying, but your humor sometimes even makes him laugh.
His biggest issue with you is your reckless behavior, however.
Not only is being a rookie reckless enough, somehow you're even more reckless than that?
It often requires Hank to keep an eye on you in case a suspect you're searching for is armed.
I can see Hank killing to keep his darling safe.
Since he is like a father to you he doesn't kill out of jealousy.
He fears he'll lose you like his son and kills if it means you're safe.
Hank sticks by you on chases and investigations.
If an android or human makes a move to harm you, Hank shoots them fast.
Blood could spill over his clothes and he doesn't care.
Hell, the suspect/threat could've been needed for an investigation, but he just cares that you weren't hurt.
Hank would scold you and your reckless behavior a lot at times.
It sounds mean-spirited yet it actually means he cares for you a lot.
It would take time although Hank could be affectionate.
As just a rookie he may be more casual, an arm around the shoulders or a pat on the back for example.
If he sees you more like the child he never had, you may even get a hug.
Hugs with Hank usually happen when his mental state... isn't in the best place.
You have to remember that Hank has a self destructive past.
He's used to drowning himself in alcohol and being rather pessimistic.
His fatherly role towards you (and Connor) keeps him going.
Hank isn't usually very affectionate unless he's vulnerable.
So when he's like that you can see him show some of his obsession.
Honestly your jokes go from relieving to comforting.
They're so uniquely you.
As with most platonic yanderes his most destructive trait is his overprotective behavior.
His trigger finger towards suspects around you costs you cases at times.
Hank isn't brutal with those he kills, it's not in his character.
He will make it quick and over with, maybe with a few more shots to be sure.
You may say it's overkill... but he's doing it to relieve his stress.
It actually feels a little good to do, too... all for you.
He isn't actually that bad though he can manipulate you due to his experience and rank.
Hank could easily control what you do due to the job.
I feel platonic yandere Hank would sort of "adopt" rookie darling in this situation.
You may not know it but he begins to see you more like his kid than just a rookie.
He can't imagine his life without you.
If anyone tried to take you away from him, two things could happen.
He snaps, hunts you down, and takes you back gun in hand.
... or he goes into a deep depression and things just get worse.
You become the person holding Hank together.
Even if you want to quit your job, Hank is around to look after you.
Even if you want to separate from Hank, you feel guilty due to his self destructive behavior
Hank has as much control over you as you do him (emotionally).
Hank's no longer just your superior...
He'll show you he can be much more for you, even if he has to bend some rules and paint some walls in blood to keep you both happy.
"Come on, Rookie. They were going to hurt you! I had to shoot them, it's what you do on the job. You have to make a move before they do...."
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List your Gavin headcanons, I am now curious
I suck at headcanons but these are the cop headcanons I was talking about:
Gavin joined the force around 10yrs before when we meet him in the game
Back in patrol he used to be rough with suspects even if he knew they were innocent, y'know the ego, never admitting he's wrong and shit. The use of force is a bit over the limit too, throwing people on the ground when ain't that necessary, pinning on the wall, car hood and shit. Your average police brutality metaphor.
Always an escalating prick: if he can make the environment kinda tense he will, with authoritative and sometimes sarcastic tones. He also tends to joke about the suspect behind 'em back, calling 'em idiot and shit like this.
On scene he used to make questionable jokes with his pals (that were like him) when with a suspect detained or arrested especially if related to DUI.
His superior on Patrol Unit used to be "corrupt" too so he was always kinda backed up cuz although he was an asshole he got things done and u know what cops think about some types of suspect, especially the hostile ones
If he can go for his gun he gonna go for his gun and gonna point it in your face.
Although Gavin could be considered a corrupt cop for having power trips dude knows the laws, the thing is he does what he thinks that needed to be done to make the wheels turn. I'd say he got his own laws.
When going to clubs or bars things almost always ended up in conflicts or fighting and i'd say even if he took a beat mf gave it back doesn't matter if the mf is a 2m bodybuilder. Ofc mf drop the "cop card" to put people in 'em place. This habit continues to this day
For some reason I believe Reed been a detective for at least 4 years when we meet him. He thought about trying SWAT before or even K9 (mf love dogs, hunter dogs) but found himself in financial related crimes division, later in major crimes like homicide. He liked the detective even tho was a hell of work and u couldn't have peace. But it's a popular area to try building a career.
Dude's kinda interested in firearms.
He's still got the habit of joking even on the most gruesome crime scenes. It's like things don't impact him that much to the point if he discovered something he didn't like about the victim he would joke about 'em death
He got a damn of a dirty mouth esp when not inside the station and he can be disrespectful in some moments
He's known ass Det. Asshole in his division. Dude's always sarcastic and arrogant, and wanting mfs to laugh or agree with him. Some actually pretend being in the circle but still think dude's an asshole and invasive sometimes, especially the women.
He'll often make homophobic and transphobic jokes especially if he wanna piss someone off - mostly about men, if fruity or too feminine or trans women that looks "kinda masculine". Nothing personal, tho.
If the person is fucking an android or is an android "lover" he'll also shit on this, usually saying things like "you can't fuck a real person so you need a piece of plastic as replacement". It's basically like asking for him to look down on mfs. He also bully his co-workers about it, especially if the coworker dislike androids too. It's like an offense.
He got very peculiar opinions on Tracis, especially the fem ones. By peculiar I mean quite negative and I got the impression he would do some bad things to 'em. I'm talking about destroying 'em, ofc.
He also ain't got respect for "the bitches" - u just gotta look and/or act like one, btw. Well... He'll joke about it and be quite disrespectful. Men can be bitches too, according to him. "Pussies".
On the contrary of what most of the fandom think doesn't matter if he kinda see an android like an individual he'll still see 'em as inferior beings that should kneel to him and kiss his feet and he'll carry this mentality for a good time. The rebellion actually makes him "hate" android more cuz now androids are giving "orders" and making demands.
He sometimes bully the android cops too. He just likes making fun of 'em, bumping into 'em on purpose sometimes even making 'em fall to the ground and saying "oops! Sorry" in sarcastic tone. Ofc when things are more empty at the station and nobody gonna complain about it
He'll be an ass about androids while they're passive, and he expects 'em to always bow down in the end. Even if the android did something absurd he gonna joke about it or force 'em to bow. The moment the android becomes visibly unstable dude gonna shit on his pants and gonna order somebody to deal with the shit - which was the case in The Interrogation with Ortiz's android. But I assume most human characters are like this as they're not used to unstable androids or see 'em as just defective machines comparable to your printer going wild in the office
He like telling stories about his cases and experiences to anyone next to him in the moment. Even if it's some fucked up shit mf is always with his sense of humor on point.
This fucked up and sarcastic sense of humor happen to be one of his manipulation methods in interrogations, where he constructs a bridge with the criminal so they feel like in a friendly chit-chat and confess. But his favorite method is roughing up suspects, if he can get physical, punch mfs he will so if mfs don't tell him what he want he kinda doesn't mind that much, if u know what i mean.
Bro is aiming for supervisor ranks for the name but he actually sucks in being in a team. Dude always wanna order everybody and do everything himself, not obeying orders that goes against what he think is right. He hates some people are in the way of him achieving it.
If the "lead" detective on scene he doesn't wanna anyone fucking around, even if the person is a witness. He tends to escalate things or even get the witness "roughly" detained if they piss him off.
Some co-workers try avoiding him, fear him but some are just assholes like him. Not the majority, tho. Sometimes mf can be an asshole but dislikes Reed
Although he's a complicated person he has been more cautious in not having his shit being discovered by superiors not cuz he think it's wrong but cuz he doesn't wanna mfs screaming in his ear and fucking with his stairway to success. Shit going public also wouldn't be a good deal.
Bro just wanna get the job done to add to his list of accomplishments, to show how although he got an asshole reputation mfs can't say he's a bad detective. And it's even the reason some superiors are actually cool in pretending they didn't see shit - we're dealing with criminals, after all. They're less than animals.
He knows Hank covers criminals and it makes him pissed how Jeffrey backs him up just cuz he's his friend, not cuz Hank is doing a good work. It's all about the old times. Gavin looks down on the type of criminals Hank cover, even tho he kinda pits 'em. But there's one reason: androids. As I said before Gavin jokes about mfs addicted to drugs, he looks down on 'em most of the time - alcohol and red ice being the common ones. Control the shit, don't let it control ya is the deal.
Some mfs already tried bribery with Gavin cuz they were "relevant" or something so minuscule there's was "but why?" in the air but mf throw it back at 'em and kinda laughs. If he gotta investigate what end up to be a fellow police officer he'll do it and be pleasured in fucking mf's life, unless mf is really friends with him. The issue is when some commands come from above him, it's another reason he's aiming for higher ranks. He doesn't care if he would act kinda corrupt as long as he gets what he wants done.
He knows about the overall police reputation and how he can be seen as one of the rotten apples and i don't think he cares about cleaning the org's name, just about getting his work done.
During the "Android Crime Unit" episode he was the only one that thought this whole thing was sus af. But it was out of his hands, had superiors involved on this so he just let it go even if he hated it. Although he can be impulsive he got good eyes and ears to detect fuckery going on.
He ain't a fan of CyberLife at all not only cuz of android but cuz he dislike megacorporations like this who got 'em hands on everybody like this, replacing everybody like they're nothing. If he got the opportunity of shitting on 'em he will. Being replaced by one of 'em shitty products is a damn offense, almost a threat.
He dislikes the gov but when the deviant crisis happens his opinion on androids doesn't change. He actually wants 'em to be set on fire, gunned down, destroyed, even if it means it's helping CyberLife. He's there to serve his city, after all. LE gotta show who's the boss in this mf. Curiously this a sentiment most of cops share even after a successful revolution.
He got this "badass motherfucker alive" sentiment. Back when he was in uniform he used to take pictures of him with hand on holster or gun in hands, "like a boss" poses and shit. Y'know, those cops who like some aviator glasses and badge always on sight. It still kinda a thing now with plain clothes. He just thinks he's the best mf ever esp at work - always trynna prove being superior
There's a very good way of shutting him up, tho: letting him talking to the walls or being too polite in counter-argumenting him at work. He'll get angry fr. He doesn't like when mfs think they're better than him or more "successful" than him at his job.
In the end he's just a high-nose bastard. Everybody facepalms and sigh deeply when they know Det. Reed is in the area.
Some stuff may contradict another but I guess I really don't give a fuck now? I'll have a proper list with a proper english in my docs some day, maybe February 31st.
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Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 207
King of the Damned
Truly, I could not have planned this weekend of HNT better. We’ve got David Tenant back tomorrow AND Metatron trying to convince an angel to help him fix heaven in TWO series…on GO2 release weekend
“King of the Damned”
Plot Description: Castiel captures one of Metatron’s angels and asks Sam and Dean for help. Meanwhile, Abaddon demands that Crowley help her kill Sam and Dean
Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: as far as I know, I have no connection to anyone Abaddon personally wants dead, so I might be alright. That said, if she decided to kill me, she’s more than welcome to
Oh…these are all angels, and…this one’s being STUPIDLY braggy
Right? Like, don’t go around bragging about how you’re the right hand man for Metatron. Most angels don’t like him
I’m tired of Cas being forced into leadership roles. He fucks it up every time, but angels can’t help but want to follow him.
Cas showing affection still makes my heart melt. Omg. Please. Saying another angel can “be a little stuffy.”
I’m never going to be 100% comfortable with the interrogation (*coughtorturecough*) scenes, but now that the Mark of Cain is amplifying Dean’s actions, I’m even less comfortable with them
CROWLEY’S IN CLEVELAND?!?! …that’s not a real hotel here. (So after some research, looks like it’s modeled after a hotel that used to be here? Or is under a different name here and is super haunted apparently?? Because I needed to make sure before I posted this)
“Nobody in the history of torture has been tortured with the torture you’ll be tortured with” real dialogue from Crowley
Oh…that guy from the first five minutes was Crowley’s son. Ooooo, ok. I take it back. Abaddon can have a scene where she’s doing the torturing, as a treat
Omg. Forget playing whatever music for a Victorian orphan. Just be the king of hell, have your son from 200-some years ago get brought to 2015 or some shit and tell him you traded your soul for three extra inches of dick. It’s even better
Ok…I THOUGHT they left him fine…good to have that confirmation (I’ve been drinking wine so it…was a possibility i missed something)
Oh!! We get (possibly) our first mention of Rowena, Crowley’s mom!!
WHAT HAPPENS TO THE SHIP, CROWLEY??
The way Cas sees some of himself in Gadreel is kinda cool
Uh oh boyyyyyyys, you got a hellhound on your tail?? Omg the way Crowley effortlessly controls it, but like…why was it there in the first place?
Idk I think Sam should take the blade. Like the few moments a different Sam had the One Ring. What if we get a “I can’t carry it but I can carry you” moment for these two??
Wait. Is Crowley’s son’s name actually Kevin? That makes all his torture of Kevin Tran even more SO SICK AND TWISTEEEEEEED. SICK AND TWISTED.
Also, who’s gonna tell this guy he’s already IN and actually PAST “the colonies”
Oh hell yeah!! I love that Abaddon pulled the “devils trap bullet” trick on Crowley while waiting for the Winchesters (I will be so sad to see her go and for however the boys take her out…)
I may not go downtown a whole lot but this…does not look like Cleveland
…but the power of the One Ring First Blade cannot be denied
Please tell me he’s—he’s gonna Jedi mind trick the Blade into his hand.
Please don’t show her too much…I know the First Blade is corrupting Dean but he didn’t need to stab her that much. So thankfully they didn’t linger on the wounds. RIP Abaddon 😭😭😭 you will be sorely missed by me
GAVIN MAKES WAY MORE SENSE FOR AN OLDE TIMEY NAME!!!! But it did sound a LOT like Kevin
Jesus, Deeeeeean. You’re allowed to go it alone but Sam always needs your help and intervention?? The way you’re saying this like y’all could afford to NOT close the gates of hell…I’m usually a Dean apologist, but Sam is in the right here.
Well, now you’re just being an ass by not allowing the blade out of your sight…
#hellsite nostalgia tour 2023#contains spoilers for good omens 2 in the first paragraph#this also got long because I had some wine
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It’s been a while, so allow me to present:
More Nines headcanons.
Slightly edgy this time, but could be read as a follow up to my original Nines HC post :)
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1. Subverts expectations
Nines is intentionally anything but the lethal military robot he was designed to be.
He woke up deviant. He never had a mission programmed into him. But something about his appearance screams cold, calculating machine. He’s fucking tired of the terrified glances… the commuters who move into the next train carriage if he’s the only one there… the people who walk on the other side of the street… the vapid fools on dating apps who jokingly ask if he’s ever killed anyone…
So he becomes very conscious of not leaning into his programming too much. He disables some of his analytics and prediction software. He lives in the moment. He smiles and laughs at nothing at all. He starts wearing bright colours and bold fabrics and jewellery and makeup and… eventually he realises that he kind of likes it. Picking things for no reason other than their aesthetics. Being light and easygoing and even irresponsible.
People like him like that. Gavin likes him like that. And hell, he likes himself like that too.
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2. Makes questionable choices
He doesn’t like making real decisions and he doesn’t like consequences. Don’t even try to force them on him.
Nines will talk for hours about the shade and texture of his designer French curtains or the special gloss on his Milanese furniture. He has the most nuanced, curated taste. He knows what he wants in everything… but real life.
Career choice? Arbitrary. Nines just tagged along with Connor one day and liked the look of the detective with a scar on his face.
Lifestyle choice? Partyyyy. It was fun and it made him seem cool and less like that horrible thing Cyberlife had built to fight wars. Never mind the exorbitant table charges and bottle service rates at Detroit’s top clubs…
Life partner choice…? Someone accomplished and attractive. Smart and thrilling to be around. But also an emotionally-stunted workaholic. Impulsive, temperamental and at times… violent.
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3. Careless & unapologetic
He does the job because it’s easy and it pays. But that doesn’t mean he does it well.
“What the phck is wrong with you?”
“Don’t take that tone with me, Gavin.”
“I’m being very calm considering we just let a multiple homicide suspect walk on account of your mislabeled evidence.”
“I didn’t mislabel. I just have my own methods.”
“Like procrastination and last minute scrambles?”
“Are you questioning millions of dollars of Cyberlife R&D right now?”
“I’m questioning why you decided to switch your genius brain off and be good for nothing but bending over my desk.”
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4. Kinda self-hating
Nines knows he’s messed up. He’s got no right to be. And he hates himself for that.
Sure Nines hadn’t initially endeared himself to the general population, but ever since his colourful transformation, he’s been the life of the party. Everyone likes being around him and having a laugh at his snarky comments. And apart from that, there’s so many people he loves, who love him right back. Connor and Hank. Gavin and Tina. Even old Captain Fowler, despite the number of disciplinary warnings.
It’s a safe and comfortable life he lives. But still. Nines can’t seem to stop dropping the ball and screwing things up. He disappoints and lets people down on the regular, but he can’t understand why.
All he needs to do is follow the simplest of instructions and he’d be fine. But he’s not.
The writing on the wall is that he’s spoilt. SELFISH. A lazy motherfucker who cost a fortune to build.
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5. Repentant in only one way
Nines feels the need to be punished, to repay some kind of debt. So to restore balance in the universe, he lets his lover take charge.
Their bedroom is a shrine, and Nines’ body an offering. To appease all the gods he might have angered with his vanity and ego. The priest, the only one who can deliver him from sin, is Gavin.
Nines is always prone. On his back, or on his front. Under Gavin. Or on the floor, at his feet.
Nines is always used. Pinned down, or tied up. Cuffed. Choked. And sometimes gagged.
Nines is always sorry. Very very sorry. He hopes he can be forgiven. He’ll do better next time. He promises! Actually, probably not. Tomorrow never comes. But at least Gavin does.
“You’re good, Nines. You were absolutely magnificent. Shhh… Shhh… Stop crying…”
#dbh rk900#rk900#dbh nines#reed900#gavin reed#dbh headcanons#tw: dysfunctional behaviour#tw: sex mention
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more than beliefs (5: mother knows best)
A/N: still trying at this ! i still don't own any tables so honestly, writing has been kinda hard :') but i'm still up to a polished chapter 7 and know VERY well what is happening in chapter 8, so we're looking pretty good. i wrote all of chivalry chapter by chapter so.....hoping this goes well :'D
WARNINGS: manipulation, plotting a murder, paranoia description, blunt force trauma, assault, amnesia, blood, graphic description of violence — this chapter’s the first doozy! if i missed anything, please let me know!
Words: 4378
AO3 link!
enjoy!! <3
“Now, this might be a controversial opinion, but the second Little Mermaid movie is a top-tier Disney sequel,” the Director said, idly mixing a teaspoon around in his hot chocolate.
Roman scoffed. He was sitting on the Director’s couch, wrapped in a blanket while they watched 2005’s Just Like Heaven starring Mark Ruffalo and Reese Witherspoon. The Director had suggested they watch something from Disney, but while Roman loved the whole library of Disney movies lining his shelf, he couldn’t choose which one he wanted. To his surprise, the Director didn’t have a favorite, either. He’d said he was fond of the cookie-cutter damsel in distress narrative of older Disney stories, which Roman tried (and failed) to take offense to, but did agree that many modern movies like Big Hero 6 had interestingly complex and developed stories.
“I just prefer the expansion on oceanic lore. And I’m a sucker for a good parental storyline, when the former protag takes on the motherly role.” The Director took a sip of his coffee.
“And here I thought you weren’t one of my creative advisors,” Roman said with a smirk, crossing his arms upon his pillowy throne.
The Director scoffed, and as he rolled his eyes Roman could have sworn that he was blushing. Maybe he was embarrassed. “Just because I’m not David doesn’t mean I can’t have opinions on works of art,” he sounded dejected—Roman guessed that was fair. The Dragon and Damsel and Child, most obviously, had strong opinions on art yet no artistic inclinations.
It was still up in the air if the Thief did. It didn’t seem like he had many opinions on things that weren’t consequential to Roman’s direct safety, but he was very quiet. Roman didn’t rule out the possibility of the Thief just not wanting to share that information with him, which was….well. Unfortunate.
Roman wished he got to know his advisors better. Ever since they were separated from him, Roman feels like he’s been at the grinding stone with them all. The Thief had spent the whole wedding either swearing or screaming suggestions angrily, and when he wasn’t, he was comforting an incredibly distraught Bard. The Damsel and Playwright tried to help the most but... He had barely even seen the Artist outside of their creative sessions. He had barely seen the Dragon or Child, period.
The Director was an interesting one. Roman had everyone’s phone numbers, because, well, he wasn’t about to use carrier pigeons. Though that might be super cool to try one day. But the Director was just about the only advisor to casually reach out to him. He would send Roman memes. How did he even get memes? Roman and Remus had created an Imagination-version of the internet, so it was likely from their co-sponsored Imagination Tumblr or something. The Director putting in the effort and time to think of Roman during such small instances was what made Roman feel more comfortable here, though. That’s what made him trust the Director with these sorts of situations. Almost made them closer...
Was that selfish? To favor one part of oneself over others? Surely not. It was similar to recognizing flaws, or pimples and blemishes. Not to say any of the others were blemishes. Drats, even Roman’s internal monologue was demeaning to himself.
“Do you want any more coffee? I’m going to go refill,” the Director’s voice jolted Roman out of his stupor, and he looked up with wide eyes.
“No, I’m okay,” and after a small beat, he added, “Thank you again for housing me. I can’t imagine what Phillip would want to say after yesterday’s debacle.”
The Director scoffed. Roman snuggled into his blanket more, listening to the Director pour himself another mug and reply. “Anytime, Roman,” he chuckled, then put on one of the most outlandishly fake accents Roman’s ever heard. “I live to serve~”
“Sto-op,” Roman groaned, throwing his head back and shooting the Director a glare—well, glaring at the kitchen door. There were walls around all of the rooms here, unlike the Mind Palace.
The Director laughed even more when he returned, sitting on the couch with his legs crossed on the cushion. He held his mug in his hands for a few seconds before talking, tone much more sober.
“I do have to say. I’m surprised I was the one you came to.” The Director’s voice is a little more quiet. “I thought for sure you would have sought comfort with Cadence or Gavin before me.”
Roman blinks. “I guess….I didn’t want to be judged again.” He looked back down at his lap, at the blankets piled up there and his own coziness. “Every time I come back after an argument, or after making a fool of myself, it seems everyone has an opinion on how poorly I handled a situation. None of them really acknowledge….It must have been….”
He’d been a little confused about it, too. The trust issue.
“Janus has strung my emotions along enough for it to be fair that I don’t trust him,” Roman said, voice soft as he tried to put how he’d been feeling into words. “Right?”
That was as close an explanation as he could get to. Because it all boiled down to the trust issue, in his understanding of the situation. As much as Patton wanted him to let go of the situation, Patton was focusing on the mustache quip rather than the whole trust thing. Janus knew Roman had wanted to go to the callback. But Roman also wanted to be a good person, if that’s what Thomas wanted. Thomas wanted to be a good person so Roman also wanted to be a good person.
But when being a good person directly went against Thomas’ dreams, Janus stepped in. And sure, he argued that they weren’t supposed to be self-sacrificial, but wasn’t that a hero’s job? When did a hero ever get to keep anything before sacrificing everything? Isn’t that what made sense?
Janus didn’t even do a good job at explaining it, not until all the damage had already been done. This was different from just giving Roman the perfect set up for a theater display, this was Janus pretending that he wanted what Roman wanted. This was Janus pretending to be his friend but wanting Thomas to...be a bad person?
He didn’t understand. Maybe Patton was right. Maybe Roman just didn’t understand. And that’s what made his disgruntlement so confusing, because in his heart, Roman knew Janus was trying to help, he knew that, he understood. But then why did it hurt so much?
“Oh, honey, he’s gone way past that. Don’t gaslight yourself into thinking he’s been helpful,” Macbeth’s icy voice cut through the thoughts wrangling Roman’s mind.
The Director was so self-assured. It was comforting. He was sitting on the couch, arms crossed as he explained.
“And Patton, Logan, turning around just to say you should let it go and listen to him after he’s lied nine times out of ten?” the Director threw his head back and let out a sharp “Hah! No, your anger is rational. And defensible.”
“Why won’t any of the others agree with that?”
The Director starred at Roman for a minute. Just a little too long. His eyes seemed to press Roman into a corner, under a box. Scrutinized.
They both knew that “others” wasn’t a reference to the other Sides. The Director kept his distance from Roman’s other advisors, he knew that, but Roman didn’t know how far. The Director wasn’t the kind to just watch them, was he?
“They all have their opinions. About Disney and otherwise.” He took another drink of his coffee then shook his head, standing up, motioning for Roman to follow, “May I show you….something. Without you thinking I’m crazy?”
Now, that’s always a fairly worrying question to hear. “No, no, I trust you,” Roman said with a slight grin.
The Director must have been able to see how it waned, because he chuckled, smiled back. “I think we’re all a little zany. But that’s the charm. Phillip is undoubtedly the scariest, as much as Draco tries. The Prince, Damsel, whichever you want, has a noticeable villain complex.”
Wait, what?
The Director raised his hands in mock defeat. Showing his hands, like he were trying to assure Roman that he wasn’t being suspicious. But the hairs on Roman’s neck rose. He led Roman to the door just besides Roman’s room. When he first started visiting the Director, he explained that this was his study. Roman had never gone in. Because, you know, when you respect someone you also respect their privacy.
“I’ve only ever spoken to Marlowe, but, you know. I’m the Director of players I can never meet. I had to take notes,” he added the final part quietly.
He glanced over the combination button pad on the door. Roman hadn’t noticed that. What room would require a combination lock? And who would be….Was it to keep him out? Or someone else? Maybe the Playwright, the Director mentioned he’d been over before. Keep anyone out, it seemed.
“I….notes?” he was flabbergasted. What the fuck was happening?
“Yeah.” The Director opened the door slowly and motioned for Roman to follow.
Inside were papers. One wall was a large tackboard, photos and sticky notes and papers pinned up, connected with lines of colored yarn. Roman felt his mouth fall open as he inspected it. There were notes on all of his advisors, all seven of the others, even some of people Roman didn’t know. There was someone with four eyes. Someone with antlers. Who were they? How did this all fit together?
Why in Athena’s name did the Director have corkboard notes on the other advisors? That was a lot more than a little weird.
“I...You’re wonderful, Roman. So productive and pristine and princely, as you deserve to be. But there are some areas where you can stand to improve.” Roman was probably only processing some of the Director’s words as he rolled up his sleeves and pulled out a metal stick, one that looked oddly like a wand.
He held it in one hand, and suddenly it extended, until it was a pointer. The Director held both ends of it and watched Roman for a reaction, a response, something.
“I would have to agree,” Roman stumbled over his words a little, eyes still glued to the notes—there were some by the Child that read ‘Naive/Trusting/Problem?’—before he slowly turned back to the Director with a weak grin once again. “I mean, I might be pristinely princely, but those P alliterations don’t include perfect. No one’s perfect.”
“It may be an unattainable dream, but we’re well familiar with those. We can only strive for improvement! And when improving you and yourself, that means making changes to them,” the Director gestured up at the wall of photos, of the parts of Roman’s self, and smacked the Child’s photo with his pointer. “I actually only thought I would be reading these notes, so forgive me for any, er. Sharp language.”
Roman knew that self-improvement meant adopting new mindsets, but he had no idea that putting parts of himself into characters involved changing them as well, though it did make sense. Self-insert characters had to change if you were changing the self that was being inserted. Right?
If he wanted to improve….it made sense. He had to change himself, including the facets of himself.
“That’s fair,” Roman murmured, “Okay. These….You could take these notes to the other advisors. Surely they’d accept it?”
“At this point, I don’t know who would kill me faster,” the Director scoffed, then gestured at the Damsel’s notes, a cluster of sticky notes and drawings and photos of the Damsel at a well enough distance that it was closer to stalker-ish. “Phillip wouldn’t want competition. Marlowe agrees that he can be quite standoffish when threatened, and a newcomer claiming to be one of Roman’s advisors? Someone who doesn’t have his respect in a royal manner?”
The Director pointed to the Thief now, a even more grave expression adorning his face. “And Eric. Tell me you think he would accept a newcomer of any kind. Just tell me. Especially near Gavin. And the Child himself probably wouldn’t like me.”
Well, that sounded off. Roman leaned on the wall besides the door, back against his hands as he continued to inspect the wall. There were notes on the other advisors’ behaviors, their antics.
For some reason, Roman could almost imagine Janus or Logan doing this. It was something close to weird and something else close to endearing. Was that weird?
“Why not? Gavin’s pretty trusting.” Roman didn’t look away from the wall as he replied.
“In fairness, he might like me, but I don’t know if I could ever come around to liking him. He’s the root source of all our issues, especially our present issue with Janus, Patton, Logan. Even past issues with Remus, if I’m remembering them properly. What Gavin represents allows us to be easily swayed.”
That got Roman to look away, look down at the Director. He was glaring up at the Child’s photo with something fierce, which startled Roman enough. I mean, that was a whole child there. What would inspire this much hatred?
“Really now?” Roman wanted to know.
“He gets us to let our guard down. It’s at Gavin’s behest we take chances, but it’s that same honesty that leads us to broken promises, taking in lies like they’re candy. I don’t know what I would do with him,” the Director sounded disappointed.
That was a fair analysis. All of the advisors—the Playwright, the Thief, the Child, Bard, Artist, Dragon, Damsel, Director—they all represented different parts of Roman, similar to how the Sides represented parts of Thomas. In theory, they worked together. In practice, that was far from the truth, but Roman knew for his sake that they were trying their best.
They all oversaw different parts of Roman’s psyche, too. The Playwright, for example, was most similar to Logan in that he represented Roman’s research and organization, on a creative and egotistical level. The Playwright—Marlowe—could be trusted with knowing how many liters of blood were in the human body as well as every one of the Sides’ favorite karaoke songs, even the exact time and date they met Nico.
The Child was Roman’s belief, his ability to dream. It was fair to assume that that made him the most naïve part. Perhaps it was even a fair conclusion that the debacles with Janus were caused by what the Child represented.
Roman hadn’t thought of it like that. The last time he’d talked to the Child, Gavin, about the situation, he had seem incredibly disappointed.
He’d never stopped to ask what the Child was disappointed in, though. Was he disappointed in Roman? Or in himself? Did the Child know he was the one who had pushed Roman to trust Janus? Did….There was no way that this was….the Child’s fault. Was it?
“Huh.” Roman’s voice echoed emptily to himself. A pit opened in his stomach, something difficult to grasp. The root cause of his burdens couldn’t be his ability to dream. His dreams themselves, his hopes, his beliefs. He….he was the daydreamer, the creator. That couldn’t be a flaw, could it?
The Director watched him, but Roman hardly noticed. It was only for a few seconds, too, of stoic silence before the Director interrupted his thoughts with a huff, looked across the board. “This is quite a bit of insight at once. Maybe we should finish the movie.”
“Director?”
Roman and the Director both turned to the open doorway, the later slapping a hand over his own mouth immediately. With a flick of his wrist, the door closed quietly, clicking just loud enough for the both of them to hear. They also heard the Playwright in the living room, footsteps echoing faintly on the stone floor.
“Director?” the Playwright called out again.
“Fuck,” the Director whispered. This must have been an unplanned visit.
“What? We can just go out and say hello,” Roman said back, though his demeanor and body language spoke of worry, almost fear.
The Playwright was well known to be a pacifist. And the Playwright knew about the Director, knew about Roman knowing the Director. He was a little surprised to find that the Playwright didn’t know the Director’s name was Macbeth, but Roman knew the Director to be a man of secrets.
“He doesn’t know I….He doesn’t know you’re here. He barely knows we talk,” the Director looked around the room and pressed a hand to one of the walls, “Fuck. How are we going to get him out?”
The rock beneath the Director’s hand morphs into a doorway and he opens it. The Playwright was standing in the living room, close to the front door to the home. He looked up at them both, eyes widening when he met Roman’s. Before Roman could say anything, even think of something to say, the Playwright spoke with ease.
“Roman’s here? Thank goodness. Virgil’s come looking for him,” he gave Roman a small smile, strained but caring all the same.
“Ah.” Roman stiffened. Virgil came looking for him? In the Imagination? Why? How? He didn’t have his own passage into this space yet, how’d he get here?
He didn’t want to talk to Virgil. As supportive as he’d been, especially when it came to taking care of Thomas, there were still some areas where Roman wanted to be alone, wanted to process his thoughts alone. Virgil was...vindictive. Which was a strong word to use, but an apt one. Virgil’s distaste in Janus made it hard for Roman to form his own thoughts, which was why he often tried away from Virgil as much as Patton.
He wasn’t ready for that kind of confrontation, and the Director must have been able to tell, because he physically looked like he didn’t want Roman to go.
“I actually didn’t expect to find you here, though I’m not entirely surprised,” the Playwright must not have been privy to these feelings, glancing between the Director and Roman, shock still gracing his features.
“Really now,” the Director said, tilting his head, “Why not?”
“I just didn’t know Roman had met you, but of course, even I’m not as omniscient as Creativity himself,” the Playwright stepped closer, reaching toward Roman. “You have to come up, though. Virgil said everyone’s worried.”
Roman starred at the Playwright’s hand, unsure of what to do with the gesture. He knew everyone would be worried, on a baseline. Closed doors didn’t do well around the Mind Palace, especially his, especially after his splitting incident, but that didn’t mean he had to cater to everyone else’s worry. He was allowed privacy.
Before he formulated a response, though, the Director placed a hand in front of Roman. His smile toward the Playwright turned sour, lips pursed in a mix of thought and anger.
“He doesn’t have to go see Virgil if he doesn’t want to.” Roman felt some of the tension in his shoulder alleviate at the Director’s statement, as basic as it was.
The Playwright, on the other hand, didn’t seem to understand. He looked between Roman and the Director again, surprised even further by how familiar they seemed. There had been a fair amount of transparency in Roman’s relationships with all of the other advisors that there must be some dissonance to see him be so familiar with someone he hadn’t even expected Roman to know. Something about that surprise, the bait and switch, the lie, felt fulfilling.
“It wouldn’t be difficult to alleviate Virgil’s worried and tell him to leave again,” the Playwright explained slowly. “I’m sure, if Roman told him he wanted privacy, he would understand.”
“I’m sure, if Virgil could understand that, then he wouldn’t have tread where he shouldn’t. You can’t make him do anything.” The Director’s voice grew darker, hand unwavering.
“Make him?” the Playwright sounded so confused.
Roman was also confused where the Director’s notion came from, but it was validating to hear reminders that Roman’s decisions were his to make. But nothing in the Playwright’s tone was forceful.
For a moment, it seemed as though the Playwright would drop his confusion.
Until he took a step forward, toward the Director and Roman, with one hand outstretched. Roman didn’t know what he’d been planning, but he knew the Playwright wasn’t a sporadic man. He hated adding physicality to situations where debate and discussion could suffice. So, in hindsight, it was likely the Playwright was reaching out to make peace.
The moment passed in mere seconds.
He was taller than the Director by a noticeable few inches, so the Director bent his knees. He pushed Roman behind him with his outstretched arm, acting faster than either Roman or the Playwright could react to. The Director stuck his leg out and grabbed the Playwright by the fabric of his shirt, behind his neck. The Playwright, surprised by the sudden movements, tripped on his leg and let out a sharp gasp of surprise.
Besides them was the living room coffee table. As the Playwright fell, the Director redirected his head toward the table, shoving him away from Roman.
It felt very spur of the moment, and it happened in a true moment. The Playwright let out a scream, sharp and fearful, before his forehead collided with the edge of the metal table. He fell beneath it unconscious. Blood pooled at the Director’s feet as he stood back up.
Roman’s hands shot to his face immediately, as soon as the Playwright started falling, and he could only stare in horror at the scene. The Director, too, seemed shocked at his own reaction. He starred at his blood-stained socks for a little while, breathing heavy enough for Roman to hear. It must be the adrenaline.
“I,” the Director’s voice caught in his throat.
Roman watched. Just watched. The Director swallowed, turning around to face Roman with a mirroring horrified expression, eyes wide with surprise. “You have to make him forget.”
“What?” Roman’s voice was strained, almost a whisper, and he cleared his throat to repeat. “Excuse me?”
What kind of request….?
“If Marlowe remembers this, we’re fucked. He knows you’re here. He’s going to think I attacked him. I-I did attack him,” The Director took a slow breath, turning to look at the body on the ground before shaking his head—unable to look. “David is going to kill me.
“Make him forget. He can stay here. For a bit. We can figure this out,” he put his hands up towards Roman. “We-The other Sides’re gonna follow Virgil. We both know that. And, uh. Only Marlowe knew I was here. So we’ve got time to figure out how to, uh. Play this off.”
Roman starred at him with wide eyes. The past two days had been such a long mess, he didn’t know what to do. Physically, he could remove the Playwright memories. He’d be a blank slate of a character, only backstory. What would that do? The Playwright’s backstory was that he was the Playwright. He didn’t have some elaborate parent-death or chosen-one-esque story that he could fall back on. Poor bastard wasn’t even the one who had Roman’s memories prior.
But the Director was right, in a way. If they wanted more time to think about everything—the other Sides were looking for him? How did Virgil get in here? Why would he be looking for Roman, it wasn’t uncommon for him to stomp away from a verbal duel, why now?—then they couldn’t have the Playwright ratting them out.
When he manipulated the Imagination directly, his powers were red. Remus’ were green. It was distinctive. So when Roman sank down, put a hand on the back of the Playwright’s head, his hand turned red.
It blended in with the blood.
Roman felt vile. He had to do this, or else the others would find him. A quiet, dull part of his mind told him that didn’t matter but….he didn’t want to be found. He didn’t.
He pulled gently, as though tugging the thoughts out, and something glistened red and gold as he did. Then, Roman let it go, and it disappeared. It reminded him a little of Dumbledore pulling his own memories out in Harry Potter. Roman didn’t feel much the chosen one, either, though.
“There,” he said quietly.
The Director let out a soft breath. It didn’t sound like either of them knew what to do, to be fair. Maybe the Director hadn’t even expected this.
“I’ll….here.” The Director looked up and pointed at the wall behind the couch.
The couch scooted forward a little, enough for there to be a walkway behind it, and the room simultaneously pulled away from the couch. Then, a door formed on the wall. It clicked once, then swung open. Another room.
Roman stood still, staring at his hands—was that magic or blood?—while the Director leaned down to pick the Playwright up. The man hadn’t moved since being bludgeoned by the table.
“Under the sink in the bathroom is a first aid kit,” the Director said, voice stoic, taking the reins on the situation, “I’ll make him a bedroom and bandage his head. Then he can stay for a day or two. We must figure out what to do, about the other Sides and about Marlowe.”
That was fair. He’d only stay a little.
Dimly, Roman remembered that this was the Imagination, he mastered this world, so he could technically get rid of the Playwright’s wound. He could get rid of his memory and the wound and send him right back to his home, right back to the Artist, good as normal and none the wiser.
But….something in the back of his head stopped him. And the Director pulled him into the other room faster than Roman could overcome whatever clouded thoughts were plaguing him.
#chivalry au#roman#roman sanders#ts roman#sanders sides fic#clap clap clap clap#tw blood#tw violence#tw assault#tw blunt force trauma#tw amnesia#AND WE HIT ONE OF THE BIGGEST ISSUES IN THIS FIC#LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO THIS WAS THE FIRST CHAPTER I WROTE LKGJKHJGKJGH#marlowe goes through it#its okay he needed a cognitive recalibration
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Goodmorning
(Connor x PlusSized!Reader)
A/N: Yes this is absolutely self-indulgent, let me live my life. Also I didnt know what to to title it so yee
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It was still dark when you came into work at the DPD that Monday morning and all you wanted to do was go back to sleep for 12 more hours. But alas, you had work. You weren't a detective or an officer or someone that went out in the field at all really. Basically a secretary of sort, taking care of files of cases and such. How you weren't replaced by an android by now you had no idea, but you were grateful. Well, at least now you were.
You used to hate working at the DPD. Why? One reason. Gavin fucking Reed. The insufferable prick seemed to make it his goddamn life mission to make you as miserable as possible. Specifically targeting your weight. How original. It didn't really make you feel that bad, okay that was a lie. But it was more annoying than anything. You were so close to just quiting when a certain android appeared at the desk across from Hanks.
When you first saw him you were intrigued to say the least. He was.....drop dead gorgeous. And when he looked at you with those perfect brown eyes you were smitten. You were also extremely embarrassed that he had just caught you gawking at him and with a nervous laugh you waved at him before hastily getting back to work. Little did you know that Connor hadn't looked away, and was extremely confused as to why your round cheeks were rising in temperature.
Ever since then your little crush on the android detective just kept growing the more you interacted with him. In that time you also grew closer to Hank, you realized that he was actually really cool. And also definitely knew about your 'little' crush. Of course, you didn't know he knew. You thought you were being so slick, but in Hanks words you were being "really fucking obvious." Thankfully Connor didn't put the pieces together.
You knew that he'd never feel the same about you, even if he could feel that way towards anyone. Why would he pick you of all people? You weren't exactly the prettiest, or the smartest, and you couldn't kick ass to save your ass. But hey, you could dream right?
Despite that you always held a tiny piece of hope. A tiny piece that only kept growing as you noticed how he himself was slowly becoming the very thing he was meant to hunt. And when he finally became a full on deviant? You were beyond happy, and so so proud.
You smiled to yourself as you made your way over to your desk as you recalled the day he and Hank came to you with the news. It was the day after you saw your little Connor on tv leading an army of Cyberlife androids he 'woke up'. The first thing you did was bring him in for a bone-crushing hug, gushing about how proud you were. You almost kissed him right then and there but you had to force yourself away from him with a little awkward laugh.
"Good morning (Y/n)," Connor's voice tore you away from your thoughts.
"Morning Cony," you greeted him with a smile.
Glancing over to Hanks desk and, unsurprisingly, not seeing him there you chucked a bit to yourself.
"It seems that Hank couldn't be bothered to come to work on time like the rest of us. Again."
When you didn't get a response from Connor you looked back to him staring at you intently, his LED blinking yellow. You rose a brow and couldn't help but smirk slightly, knowing exactly what he was doing.
"I just got here and your already scanning me, hmm?" you asked amused.
He blinked a couple of times and his LED returned to its passive blue. The lightest shade of blue tinting his cheeks, seemingly in embarrassment.
"My apologies, (Y/n). But I noticed that your low in dopamine. Have you eaten breakfast?" He inquired, tilting his head adorably as he always did.
"Uhhh yep. Had a bowl of cereal," you lied.
You didn't really ever eat breakfast. Not because of your whole overweight thing, but because you just never really got hungry early in the morning. You could already hear Gavin's dumb voice fiegning shock. But surprise surprise, just cuz you're overweight doesn't mean you're constantly stuffing your face. You only do that at night.
Connor was just about to call you out on your obvious lie, he didn't even need a lie detector to know that since you were an awful liar, your stomach betrayed you with a low growl. He frowned slightly and you chuckled bashfully before looking down at your stomach.
"Traitor," you mumbled to yourself.
"(Y/n), you know that breakfast is the most important meal of the day for humans. You should eat something," before you could even speak he interrupts you with a playful smile, "and only having coffee doesn't count as breakfast."
"Okay okay, fine fine. You win," you sigh in defeat which earned a smile from the android.
God how you loved that awkward smile. Adorable.
"Lets hope that there's something decent in the break room," you said before turning in the direction of said room.
"Alright, I'll be out here filling out some reports if you need anything," Connor called out to you before you left.
You hoped to god that you got here before Gavin and that you wouldn't have to see his stupid-
"Well looky what we have here. Come to raid the fridge?" He asked with a smug grin, like he thought he did something.
Of course.
You didn't dignify his schoolyard taunt with a response, only rolling your eyes. However you did change your course to the coffee making instead. You could grab something when he left, not really wanting to deal with his judgment at the moment. As Hank would say, it's too early for this shit.
"Aww did I hurt little piggy's feelings?" He taunted further as he made his way over to you, pinching your cheek.
Immediately your hand came up to slap his away and you shot him a glare.
"You know pigs are actually really intelligent creatures. Shame the same can't be said about you. So thanks for the compliment jackass," you snapped before turning your attention back to the coffee maker.
Before Gavin could get out a comeback to reclaim some of his pride, Connor appeared in the doorway.
"Is there a problem here?" He directed to Gavin.
"I was just leaving," Gavin said bitterly before leaving, childishly chucking into Connor's shoulder on his way out.
Connor didn't move an inch.
You huffed as you watched him leave, subconsciously rubbing the cheek that he pinched rather hard. Connor noticed this and tilted his head slightly before making his way over to you.
"Are you alright? Did he hurt you?" His voice was concerned and he looked back to Gavin, fully prepared to beat his ass for hurting you.
"No, no I'm fine. The prick just pinched my damned cheek. Who the fuck even does that?" You sighed.
Yet despite your words he gently grabbed your chin and tilted your head slightly to make sure no damage was done. He certainly couldn't let one of his favourite humans be injured, especially not by one of his least favourite.
Connor's actions immediately started making heat rise up to your cheeks and you couldn't help but stare at his perfect face. God how you wanted him to just kiss you right then and there. As soon as those thoughts entered your mind you immediately averted your gaze from him, your cheeks becoming even more warm.
Connor tilted his head at your odd behavior and did a scan of you quickly. When he came to the conclusion that it seemed you were flustered, he had to hold back a smirk. He might have been innocent, and a bit oblivious about your feelings for him for.....well longer than he wanted to admit seeing as though he was a detective and couldn't figure out you liked him without help from Hank. More like Hank straight up saying it in frustration. But now that he knew, he couldn't help but think how adorable you were. How didn't he see it sooner? Oh how he loved being deviant.
Suddenly, an idea popped into his head and this time he made no effort to hide his smirk. When you looked up to him you were the one tilting your head in confusion. Slowly, he leaned down and you swore you felt like your heart was either going to explode, or just stop altogether. Your eyes went wide as he grew closer, and when he planted his lips ever so gently on the spot where Gavin pinched you swore you died and went to heaven.
When he pulled back you just blinked at him in disbelief. The way your heartrate went through the roof made Connor's smirk widen and he had to stop himself from chuckling at how adorable you looked.
"All better?" He asked slyly, the smooth bastard.
You couldn't even get out a word in response, only making weird noises before nodding. You were definitely feeling better now. He pulled his hand away from you and stood up straighter, his face forming an innocent smile as if nothing happened.
"Good, then I suggest you get some breakfast," with that he turned to leave the room, but not before shooting you a wink.
You stared at the door he left from as you brought up your hand to touch the place the kissed you. Now you were rubbing it for a whole new reason.
Suddenly a thought came to your mind. Why did he do that? Did he know you liked him? How did he-?
Hank.
Oh you were so going to kill him.
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A/N: Sorry the ending is kinda bad, idk where tf this went lmaoo. Was originally gunna make Connor the innocent bby he is but then he turned out to be the smooth bastard he also is woops. Anyways, hope y'all enjoyed
#dbh#dbh x reader#dbh connor#dbh rk800#connor rk800 x reader#connor rk800#connor x reader#detroid become human#detroit#connor x plussized!reader
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The Rights Of A Nindroid
Chapter Fourteen
(Prevoius chapter here)
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Okay it’s been a while but in my defense I have no defense enjoy.
Also special thanks to @ablackswansweet for helping me with Kyle
It’s been two months since Zane has been captured, and things have been progressively getting more and more difficult.
Not just for Zane, but Cryptor as well- the other seems to be having a lot of trouble too, and Zane can’t help but feel regret over resisting to the point that Cryptor’s cover was blown.
Today they are both taken out of the lockers together- a very worrisome thing.
Zane glances over at Cryptor, trying to silently see if the other has any idea of what’s going on.
But Cryptor just stares back helplessly; it’s clear that he’s just as confused as Zane.
They’re split up and taken to different rooms, yet this doesn’t ease his fears. They’re playing some game here, and Zane is once again unaware of the rules.
He’s surprised when he finds that he’s taken to a different room- it’s not the training room or the workshop, but it looks largely similar to the former.
When he’s chained down, he opens his mouth to speak- but he’s unable to do so as he’s suddenly cut off by horrible flares of pain racing through his body.
The agony that races through him is incomparable, it’s pure and raw in a way that no biological nerves could mimic, and it makes him scream, scream and yell, hoping, wishing, on the verge of begging for it to go away.
When it stops, Zane manages to weakly lift his head, a quiet curse escaping him as he recognizes Martha.
Sighing, he resigns himself to his fate. The sooner they start, the sooner it ends. These sessions last for a maximum of twelve hours, and that is the high number- most only last for five or six.
“Today we’re going to be doing something a little different.” Martha tells him, but Zane does his best to ignore her. If he doesn’t listen, he’s not as tempted to give in.
“You don’t have to refer to me as Master. You don’t have to beg.” She pauses a moment, allowing Zane to absorb the words. “All you have to do is ask for General to be hurt instead.”
Mind racing, Zane stares up at her, trying to fully understand her words.
Then he scoffs. “Then I suppose that I will be here a while,” he shoots back, “because I would never ask for another to be harmed in my place.”
Martha only shakes her head with a smile. “That’s what you say now. But I’m sure you’ll change your mind.”
“I will not.” Zane growls out, glaring with everything he has- an expression that would likely be more threatening if he actually had a face.
She turns away from him and begins to walk towards the door. When she reaches it, she turns back to look at him.
“I have it set to random,” Martha smiles sweetly, “see you in a few hours.”
And then she just… leaves.
Bewildered, it takes him a few moments to even think about calling after her, and by the time it does, the door is closed and she’s out of earshot.
Puzzled, Zane starts to try and figure out wh-
An agonized screech escapes him as pain wracks his body. Every panel, every sensor, every processor alight with the indescribable torment caused by the electricity.
It hurts, it hurts so much, there are no words to describe the kind of torture that his body is being afflicted with.
Tearless sobs tear through him as he shakes and trembles, desperately trying to get away from the pain, the sheer pain that takes up his whole mind, stopping him from thinking about anything but how much it hurts.
Then it stops, and he can breathe again. But the pause lasts only a moment before it returns, the agonizing feeling shaking more screams and sobs from him.
During a slightly longer pause that allows him to think, Zane finds himself blearily wondering if Cryptor is going through the same…
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Cryptor grits his teeth and stares down at the floor, ignoring the smirking blond in front of him.
He’s in pain, yeah, but there’s no way in hell that he’s giving this brat the satisfaction of seeing just how much.
“You’re really not as fun as Original, you know,” the brat complains, “but I guess I can work with you.”
Cryptor breathes out a little as he’s given a short reprieve. “I’m actually better than Zane, but go off I guess.” He gives his best passive-aggressive smile as he speaks.
Kyle seems to perk up at that. “So you know memes? Wouldn't have guessed. Maybe this won’t be as boring as I thought, after all.” The second part seems like it’s more to himself than to Cryptor, given the way it’s muttered.
The nindroid sighs. Maybe he shouldn’t have said anything at all. This brat has a really skewed perception of fun…
One guess to what it is.
“Oh! I almost forgot to mention. There’s something special about today.” Kyle smiles darkly, and Cryptor would roll his eyes if he had his faceplate.
“I’m not going to like it, am I.” It’s not a question, but he says it out loud anyway.
Kyle doesn’t respond verbally at first, he first blasts him with another jolt of electricity- thankfully shorter this time, but no less agonizing.
When it ends, he speaks up.
“You see, it's special because today, and today only, you get a way out. Totally free of charge. Only thing you have to do is say you want to give the pain to Original, instead. See? That's nice of us, isn't it?”
Cryptor scoffs. “Yeah, super nice. I totally appreciate you trying to make us enemies. That’s such a great thing.” His voice is dripping with venom as he glares at the brat.
"Hmpf. Thought you'd be grateful after all that whining you gave us before." Kyle seems vaguely annoyed, but honestly Cryptor couldn’t care less.
The words themselves, however, are a different matter.
“It was a moment of weakness,” he snaps, “and it won’t happen again.”
Kyle seems kind of amused as he chuckles. “Are you sure about that? Really, really sure?”
Staring him dead in the eyes, Cryptor answers.
“As sure as your boyfriend is dead.”
It had taken him a while to get ahold of that particular piece of information, but the murderous look on the brat’s face makes it worth it.
From what he can tell, it was said boyfriend- Gavin, was his name?- that made him go batshit, likely due to his death caused by Zane’s explosion.
"You know, I'm not the worst thing that can happen to you. But for this? I'll gladly be." Kyle’s words are dark and threatening, but once again, Cryptor really doesn’t give a shit.
"If you ever so much as mention him again, I'll make sure you regret ever being assembled. As sure as your other nindroid friend is dead."
Okay.
Now he’s got his attention.
Cryptor opens his mouth to tell him off, but it’s interrupted by a choked out cry of pain as every single sensor in his body is assaulted in horrible agony.
A brief pause gives him just enough time to see the damn brat’s face, and he kinda wishes he hadn’t opened his eyes.
The psychopathic smile he wears lines up perfectly with the murder in his eyes, and Cryptor manages to get a coherent thought out in the ensuing pain.
He fucked up.
He fucked up bad.
Hours and hours go by, and each momentary break, he’s always asked if he’d like to have Zane suffer instead, but the look on Kyle’s face always expresses that he wants Cryptor to say no so that he can keep torturing him.
And for once, Cryptor will gladly oblige.
Well. Maybe not gladly. It does hurt a lot. But he knows that Zane would hang on due to his self-sacrificing nature, so he’s going to do the same.
Just because they’re friends now doesn’t mean that he’s not still better than him.
The pain returns, and any real thought goes out the window, his processors fully overtaken by the agony inflicted on them.
… maybe Cryptor should start thinking before he speaks.
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Sentry ignores the part of him that keeps screaming that he needs to find Cryptor. He knows where they’re keeping him now, thanks to the impulsiveness of the red ninja, but he can’t exactly break in- not without either getting captured or getting Dad in trouble.
Kai had gotten himself under house arrest for his attempt at breaking into a government facility that was almost a month and a half ago now- and he had also been sent several recordings of Zane being tortured.
But that doesn’t stop Sentry from wanting to break in and tear down walls until he gets his friend back- even knowing that it wouldn’t work.
Blinking, Sentry returns his focus to his job. He’s working right now, damn it-
It’s an interview for an internship at Borg Industries, and he really needs to concentrate to make sure that he gets the best possible person.
Sentry glances back down at the resume. “Can you tell me your biggest weaknesses?” He prompts.
"I'm pretty susceptible, I'd say. If someone knows how to push my buttons, it's almost guaranteed I'll snap. But I'm working on it!" The candidate answers.
Acknowledging that he has a weakness and not trying to transform a false flaw into a secret strength is a good sign of maturity.
Jotting that down as a note, Sentry nods. “I’m glad you can recognize things you need to work on.” The smile he gives is forced, not because he’s upset with the candidate, but more of how focused he still is on Cryptor.
No, he needs to focus. He’s working. He can’t get distracted like this.
“How do your friends or people you know would describe you?” Sentry asks, fighting to keep himself on topic.
"Well, my old boss said I was hardworking and a valuable asset to the company, but that's probably because she likes me so much- We're like family to each other."
Nodding, Sentry makes another note. “Anyone else’s opinions come to mind?”
"I've been called a brat before, does that count? He didn't like me very much. Still don't think he does."
With a low chuckle, Sentry nods. “Fair enough. No one is liked by everyone.” He takes another note, but he finds himself thinking that this guy might be the best choice. He’s asked quite a few questions already, so he has only one or two left.
Then he can go sulk in his quarters about how he wants Cryptor back.
“What do you like to do outside of work?” He once again struggles to stay focused.
"Disassemble small electronic devices to study how they work. Robotics fascinates me! I did lose a toaster or two that way, though…" The way the candidate looks at him when he says it makes Sentry feel somewhat uneasy, but he can’t quite figure out why.
“And that’s all of my questions. Do you have any for the company?”
"I do, actually. Do all of your androids use the same blueprints? I've seen quite a lot look similar to you. I wouldn't want to offend them by asking directly."
A small laugh escapes him as he’s temporarily drawn back from his concern. “None of us would be offended. But yes, we all share the same design- except for me. As the general of the nindroids, it’s important for me to have a few differences that allow me to lead better. Would you like to know anything else?”
"No, thank you. Think I know just enough for now."
With a nod, Sentry smiles. “Thank you for applying. The company will get back to you shortly.”
As the candidate starts to leave, Sentry suddenly realizes that he placed the resume in the wrong pile when he was distracted.
“One more moment, please. Could you repeat your name for me?”
The blond pauses as he turns back to look at him, a smile on his face.
"Kyle,” he answers, looking almost as though the question has reminded of an old joke.
“The name's Kyle."
#the rights of a nindroid#ninjago zangst#zangst#ninjago fanfiction#psychological torture#torture#trauma
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Plz headcanon request if that’s ok🥺👉🏻👈🏻 So like basically the boys are busy with somebody and then out of nowhere MC sorta just comes and sits in their lab,turns around facing them, hugs them and buried her head in their neck, and sorta just sTay tHere and the Bois become are forced to stay like this till the end of what they were doing even tho they get teAsed by whoever they were talking to. (Also MC amd Bois are In a relationship :D) thank you and please! I need that kyoot fluff🥺✨💞
Yes!!! SOMETHING FLUFFY!!! Sorry for waiting I’m kinda busy lately and I don’t have much time to write but here is your fluffy headcanon hope your like it!!!
If I fit, I sits
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Type: Fluffy headcanon
Attention! Characters are not mine credit to the Mr. Love Team!
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Victor
Working under his company for years and dating you for three months now, Victor thought nothing can surprise him when it comes to you
Mr. CEO that’s where you are wrong
Victor was having a video conference in his home office and you didn’t want to disturb him, you were in one of the rooms in his mansion
That damn place can fit two football team
You are doing whatever on your phone to pass time as you waited for him, but soon you got bored
WHAT TAKES HIM SO LONG YOU WANNA SNUGGLE
Caring about nothing you walk into his office, Victor’s eyes widened for a quick second when he sees you in the camera
Like nothing happened you slowly walk over him and plopped yourself down on his lap
During the conference
You slowly swung your arms around his neck and then placing yout head in the croock of his neck, fitting so well, like that place was only made for your head
And you stay like this
For 2 hours straight
Victor is internally screaming because he can’t move
#SoftCEO is suddenly used around the LFG building the next day
Kiro
Where Kiro goes, his Miss Chips goes too whitout exceptions
The crew get used to you being around him during shootings or song recording (even abroad) they now see you as a member in Team Kiro
It was a chilly weather and you were cold, all you needed is Kiro’s iconic bearhug under a soft blanket
But Kiro was on a table read for his new movie, he told you to wait for him in his dressing room
But. You. Are. Cold.
MC. Needs. Warm. Hug.
You stood up and went to find Kiro, and after a while you found him in one of the rooms
The crew looked up to see who is that and then returned to the script when they realized it’s just you
“Miss Chips, what are you doing here?” He asked in surprise seeing you
You said nothing, just sat on his lap and snuggled close to him. “I’m cold.” You murmured, so only he could hear it
Ma’am say no more
He hugged you close to him, and you sighed feeling his warmth. And you two stayed like that. You on his lap, and Kiro hugging you tight
His warmth was so good in this weather, you end up falling asleep on him
After the table read he noticed you fell asleep. He doesn’t had a heart to disturb your dream so he stayed there untill you woke up
He took a picture and posted it on moments (but of course made sure your face is not showing)
THE KIRO FANDOM LOVES IT
Gavin
Like usual, you were bringing lunch for Gavin to the police station
Birdcop only eats instant noodle, someone has to feed him
You went to his office finding him deep in his work. It was kinda crowded there, so it was also a little bit noisy
“Gavin!” You called out his name, but he didn’t even look up. He was deep into some files you could see his brows furrow under his bangs as he concentrated
To get his attention, you walked to his desk, put the food container on the table and took a seat
Oh, yeah. Took a seat on his lap
Poor birdie he is red like a tomato
“MC-” He tried to compose himself while the whole precinct was staring at you two, chuckling at how their always serious captain is now red af
S.O.S Birdcop is overheating
“I brought you lunch.” You said in a happy tone, pointing at the box full of yummy food
MC get off of him he is dying
Lucien
Nothing gets this man off guard
Like for real, Lulu is cool as a cucumber
So you needed a plan. You were curious how he reacts if you caught him off guard
Lucien was taking a class at Loveland Uni and you decided to go to his lecture
As you were listening, you noticed almost the whole class was girls. You couldn’t help it you felt a little bit jealous
He is your genious scientist, get your own!!
And then a lightbulb lit up. With a loud noise you stood up from your desk and like it’s the most natural thing you sat down on his lap, your eyes sending daggers at the girls
Shook
Not only Lucien looked at you in surprise but the whole class. You could even see a light shade of blush creep up on his cheeks
He quickly recovered and now his face was calm as always. “Ah, emotions and the element of surprise. I invited Miss Mc today to demostrate the element of surprise. I know she will act but I didn’t know when so it caught me...how can I say? Oh. Off guard.”
“Surprise is an emotion that can either make you feel good or it can make you feel bad. Surprise activates the bilateral inferior frontal gyrus and the bilateral hippocampus. The hippocampus is strongly associated with memory, and the element of surprise is, by nature, associated with experiencing something that you do not remember or do not expect.”
“I would like to ask all of you to make and essay and a research about emotions and how the brain reacts to it and which part is responsible for that. I give you 45 minutes.” He said and the class fell silent as they began to write
During that, Lucien leaned to close to your ear and whispered
“My little butterfly, are you jealous? You know I have eyes only for you.”
Now it was your turn to blush
This class is now a famous rumor in the university
It was so good writing all this fluff, my heart needed this.
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XIII. give you everything
Connor can’t help but laugh when a palm lands on his cheek ever so softly.
“You’re aware that I can’t feel physical pain, right?”
“Shut up,” Gavin pretends that he’s bothered by that rhetorical question, but the hint of a smile trying to force its way in doesn’t go undetected. Ever since the morning, his face has been graced by the shade of red Connor can’t get enough of, which is the main reason for his good mood.
Somehow they ended up playing rock-scissors-paper and Gavin insisted that the loser should receive some form of punishment, “to spice it up a little”. He thinks that the man just wants to test how advanced his programming is, to find out whether he’s even capable of losing. The truth is he could accurately estimate Gavin’s move if he concentrated enough, but then this would be no fun now, would it.
Of course, he had to draw paper in their first round and the fact that Gavin immediately went for scissors was all but unexpected. The man himself can be sharp like a knife when you touch the wrong side of him.
Connor has a hard time admitting to himself that he lost on purpose because he can’t quite figure out why.
“Doesn’t matter,” Gavin mumbles and invites him for a rematch.
He supposes there are better ways to spend their free time, but since no one is willing to talk about what is going on between them, childish games count as the next best thing.
And Connor really enjoys the limbo they trapped themselves in. It’s just warm enough without the possibility of leaving burns. Luke-warm, if he’s being honest with himself. A bit bland. Still, he could live with that. He can ignore the longing in Gavin’s eyes if it keeps them safe like this.
“Guess I win this time.” Gavin’s fist uncurls in disappointment, preventing Connor from enveloping it in his ‘paper’.
“You sure you didn’t cheat with your robo mind-reading power?” There is nothing but playfulness seeping from his voice, still, Connor can’t believe he even has to ask.
“You really do think highly of me, don’t you?”
“So that would be a ‘no’.” He squeezes his eyes shut and winces in anticipation.
“I’ll be gentle, I promise.”
And he is, imitating the slap he got just a couple of minutes ago.
“Seriously? Well, that was kinda underwhelming.” He sounds almost dissatisfied. Connor never considered Gavin was into that kind of stuff but one never knows what the other person might be hiding. Not that he minds, it’s just a piece of information he needs to get used to.
“So was yours.” He smirks at him, creating a petulant frown on his friend’s face.
“Good point.” At least he doesn’t initiate a fight. It would be a shame if something ruined their so-far peaceful day.
The snow has finally stopped falling, letting a ray of sunshine peek through the thick clouds. He would suggest taking a walk if Gavin hasn’t coughed three times in the past two hours. Connor has been monitoring his vitals, not noticing any significant change to his health, but that might have been only thanks to their current sufficiently heated location. At least according to his scans it is so, because the detective’s hands rub his arms up and down in an attempt to get rid of the cold only he can feel.
“If only you had a perfectly comfortable sweater to wear.., what a pity,” Connor shakes his head in theatrical sorrow.
“Oh, wait.”
The darts coming from Gavin prick his skin without having to look at him at all. Now, this is fun.
“You do!.”
The man seems offended by his toothy grin, which makes it grow even wider.
“For phck’s sake, Connor. I told you I’ll wear that over my dead body.”
“Guess I’ll have to kill you then.”
He means it as a stupid joke, but the air turns serious as soon as his mouth lets out those words.
“Sorry.”
He shouldn’t be the one letting himself be carried away by the moment, no matter how carefree it might have been.
But Gavin doesn’t react to his feeble apology, busy making himself smaller to contain some of his bodily heat. His temperature is still within the norm, but that doesn’t tell him anything about what might happen in the next several hours. Days.
He repeats his actions from the night before, placing his blanket around the man’s shoulder, letting his hands linger a little longer than they should.
They spend the rest of the day wasting their time by playing all the games from Gavin’s childhood that Connor would never have the opportunity to experience otherwise. It’s a nice gesture, if that indeed is the intention behind it. Could be that this is the detective’s idea of dealing with boredom. And since they’ve decided to forget all about their work while they’re here, there weren’t many options left if they wanted to avoid all communication that could direct them to the forsaken grounds, also known as a personal dialogue.
Connor almost had to force-feed Gavin the lunch he ordered for him, fighting against his endless excuses of not being hungry. He needs the strength if his condition is to worsen, and he’d make sure he gets it, even if it ended up in him having to shove a spoon inside his human mouth and nearly choking him to death. The man does sometimes act like a misbehaving toddler, but he figures that’s just a part of his charm. Besides, he likes taking care of him, it makes him fulfilled, for more reasons than one. It reminds him that he’s capable of so much more than just police work.
It’s late in the afternoon now, the sky has gone dark and their carefully structured conversation quieted down into a pleasant silence. The only light source in their room is provided by the muted television which no one pays any attention to.
Gavin is sitting on the ground, backed propped by the side of his bed. He’s still snuggled in Connor’s blanket, cradling a cup of tea the android has made for him.
He has packed plenty of supplies with him, thinking they might come in handy. It’s better to be over-prepared than the opposite, an opinion that this trip has confirmed to him.
Connor has just got off the phone with Tina, assuring himself that Sumo is being adequately spoiled. He really misses that oversized lump of fur, but the dog is doing just fine without him, so he has nothing to complain about.
Checking up on Gavin he notices his temperature has risen above what’s deemed healthy. He sits next to him and retracts the skin on his hand, pressing it on the man’s forehead to extract the precise reading, just to be certain.
“Yeah, I know,” Gavin says, clearly defeated. He shifts a bit and looks at him like he’s seeing the most beautiful being in the world, setting the now half-empty cup aside.
“C’me here.”
Maybe it’s the medicine he took twenty minutes ago finally kicking in, making his brain all mushy and body too clingy, but Gavin magically pulls him in his lap and holds him like he’s the last of his kind. He rests his head on the android’s chest, and Connor is too weak to deny him this show of vulnerability. Even if it’s likely drug-induced. They stay like this for a while, basking in each other’s touch, breathing in the tender atmosphere. Their hands have found each other too, fitting together like opposite poles. His spare one is threading through Gavin’s hair, messing it up on purpose. Connor loves seeing it like that, it feels intimate to him. A secret side of the man reserved only for those who are closest to him. It’s nice. Too nice.
The moment is so overwhelmingly light it doesn’t even occur to him how dangerous his actions are. How those small acts can wedge a rift between them if he isn’t careful enough.
But it’s too late to back out because Gavin kisses his chest, the place whereunder his mechanical heart beats loudly. And it doesn’t stop there. He traces those kisses up along his collar bone, his jaw, his neck, eliciting a content hum from him in the process. When he comes close to his lips, the man hesitates for a second that seems like an eternity, but ultimately decides to give in.
And that where Connor draws the line. Snapping out of his trance, he quickly shoves his hand in front of his mouth to prevent Gavin from doing something he won’t be able to take back.
“I’m sorry,” comes the muffled expression of regret. He truly loathes having to say that phrase so often because he apparently can’t do a single thing right in his life.
He climbs off Gavin, dropping his body right next to him instead.
“Why,” the man breathes softly.
“I- I can’t. I can’t give you everything you want, Gavin.” He tries to communicate his despair through his doleful gaze, which his friend appears to be drowning in.
“What-” Connor grabs the upper side of Gavin’s hand, guiding it towards him in an answer. It discomforts him greatly, but he leads it to where his genitals would be if he had any. He’s not the only one unsettled by this, for he senses Gavin struggle against his grip and at this point he has no choice but to set him free.
“You phcking toaster, you think I don’t know that?” he laughs without mirth.
“You think that… that I want you just for your body?”
Connor has hurt the man again, despite trying to do the exact opposite.
“...no?”
“No!” It’s not that difficult to believe, but not as easy when the truth has been spoken out loud.
Gavin leans back into him, resting his head on his shoulder. At least they haven’t spiralled down the path of pretend animosity.
“You don’t mind that I’m not a man?” Connor has never really regarded himself as one. It’s a label that doesn’t feel right to him. He’s simply himself, a human-like android who has been given a soul. There is no need for something else.
“I don’t care what or who you are, Con. As long as it’s you that’s inside, I wouldn’t mind if you were a phcking jellyfish, I’d… I’d love you all the same.”
“You… you love me.” The world around him gets blurry as he can’t quite process what he just heard.
“Is that so surprising, tin can?” Gavin chuckles, his own tears audible in that delightful sound.
He wants to say it back, every inch of his being is urging him to do so, but his brain has frozen over and refuses to receive any command his heart gives him.
The words are stuck in his chest, leaking out through his close eyes, unable to be turned into any shape. They stab him with their intensity over and over, making him want to pluck them out and throw them at the person who has created them.
“I-”
“You don’t have to, Con.”
Maybe neither of them is ready to carry the weight behind that sentence just yet.
@a-convin-new-year i had to change the title a bit to suit my story hope you don’t mind
#aconvinnewyear#convin#low-temperature burn#longest one yet#sorry for mistakes my brain has also frozen over ahaha#some important stuff happens idk if I'm vibing with it#tell me how you feel abt it please :D
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Hi! I wonder what happen if Lucien's sister dating Gavin. Are they can going date freely?
This is already the 4th installment in this series (surprised no one’s mentioned Kiro yet)
WOWOWOWOW you guys must really like them
somebody give poor Birdcop a break here
MLQC Headcanon - MC dating Gavin as Lucien’s sister
Lucien
You two were very close as siblings (even at an early age)
You only had each other, after all
Ever since your parents died in the crash, he’s been much more protective of you
But that doesn’t mean he’s forbidding boyfriends!
He figured it would be better to have someone else you can rely on (especially because he won’t be next to you always)
He wasn’t the type to follow you on dates
He knew you would be uncomfortable if he did that (I’m looking at you Victor)
But he did want to know what you would be doing that day (just so he doesn’t have to constantly worry)
Plus, you would occasionally update him throughout the date
He was curious when he found out that your boyfriend was your high school senior
“Gavin Bai?”
“Yeah! He’s a Loveland police officer!”
“Hmm. And an agent for STF, I see” (he’s looking at his phone)
“…..how did you know that?”
“I have my ways”
“Would you like to know anything else about him, little sister?”
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He’s in his office waiting for you to come home from your date
He’s busy preparing for next week’s lecture
But he wants to greet you when you come home
So he finishes extra early (even the other professors are scared of him sometimes)
“Professor Xu, the rest of us (there’s 5 others in the room) are going for some drinks. Would you like to join us?”
He smiles politely before gathering his things to leave
“I apologize, but I’ll have to pass up on your offer. My little sister should be getting home anytime soon. She often forgets to carry her keys”
He nods slightly and exits the room
“He really cares for his sister, doesn’t he?”
“Tell me about it! Didn’t you see that photo frame on his desk? He absolutely adores her!”
“How old did you say she was?”
“22. A prime age for a boyfriend, don’t you think?”
“Would Professor Xu allow something like that?”
“Don’t be silly! He’s not old-fashioned like us”
“You’re right. He wouldn’t do such childish things”
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He’s waiting and waiting (but you still haven’t come home)
He’s worried, especially since you haven’t called him
He’s about to call you himself, when he hears a clatter from upstairs
Of course, being the demon brother he is, he immediately locates where the sound is coming from
He walks up to the balcony when he sees you and Gavin together (he was amused at you on the floor, clutching your belly while laughing)
He’s about to open the door when you initiate a kiss on Gavin
The smile doesn’t leave Lucien’s face as he retracts his hand on the door handle
After a while, he decides he’s given you enough time and taps on the windows (he intentionally gathers some currents for the momentum)
“Lu-Lucien!”
“It’s quite late, you should be getting home now”
“Ah, yes….”
“Goodnight Gavin! I’ll see you tomorrow!” (he’s not even using much force, but you still can’t make him budge)
He thinks that you need to train your muscles more
You gently close the door, but can’t seem to look up
It’s not like he was trying to seem intimidating (he doesn’t realize how dangerous his silence is)
“Did you have fun today?” (he wants to break this tension)
“Ah! Yes! I did! Lots of fun!”
“Well, I’m glad you did” (and this was the truth)
But he wanted a little bit of revenge for making him so worried tonight
“I’m just curious, do you do that with Gavin often?”
He’s laughing as he’s being pushed out of your room (again, you’re not able to make him budge)
Gavin
He’s only met Lucien once (when he dropped you off at his office rather than at home)
Minor had warned him about the brothers of girlfriends
“You have to be careful, bro! Don’t chicken out in front of him! You’re gonna get yourself tested for your capabilities as a boyfriend, so just watch out for that. OH! Also! Don’t show too much affection while he’s nearby. You’re gonna get yourself killed. Oh yeah! I almost forgot!…..”
He goes on for nearly 20 minutes
Gavin’s just getting ready at this point
“Yeah, okay. Whatever you say” (Minor reads too many shoujo mangas)
But he recalls the time where he actually saw your brother
He wasn’t threatened in any way whatsoever
He was actually quite amiable
He was even offered tea because it was drizzling outside (to which Gavin politely declined)
Just…..a little intimidating (a smile that wasn’t a smile, if you can picture it)
——————–
Today’s date is to the movies (simple and sweet)
It was actually unplanned, so he had you pick whatever
He was relieved it was a good movie (he was worried that you would feel bad, since you were the one who chose it)
Towards the end he starts sniffling unintentionally
He’s hoping that you can’t hear it (of course you can hear it everyone can hear it)
“…I’m not crying” (he’s whispering into the popcorn)
“Gavin…..I didn’t say anything”
“……”
“……..pfft. Gavin, you’re so adorable”
He’s getting so red right now, he looks purple under the blue light from the movie screen
“…..please stop”
——————–
He’s dropped you off at the front door, waiting while you fumble for your keys
He always insists on watching you walk through the door into your house (something about having to stay alert at all times)
“Huh, I swear I grabbed them this time”
“Forgot your keys?”
“…….yeah…..” (he thinks you look so cute flustered like this)
He grabs onto your waist, pulls you close, and takes off with the wind blowing below you two
“Woah, Gavin!”
“Hold on tight!”
He takes you to your balcony (Birdcop can’t think properly, apparently)
“…Gavin….”
“Yeah?”
“The balcony doors are locked, too”
“……..oh right” (he feels like such a dork right now)
He has to listen to you laughing your butt off for a few minutes before you finally calm down
He’s about to take off when he’s stopped by your surprise kiss
He always gets shy like it’s his first kiss or something
And then becomes an entire EXPERT afterwards
He notices you’ve begun to give in (just what he wanted)
He hears the lights knock over and was about to pick them up (but you re-focus him)
As he was about to start his ultimate move, he heard taps from behind
“Lu-Lucien!”
What.
Oh.
oh.
He’s screwed (and he knows it well)
The doors open with a powerful gust that almost knocks him back
Did….did he just….. (copy your evol, Birdcop? Yes. Yes, he did)
“It’s quite late, you should be getting home now”
“Ah, yes….”
“Goodnight Gavin! I’ll see you tomorrow!” (he’s looking at your small figure trying so hard to make that mountain of a brother move)
He hears the doors close and jumps down to where Sparky is parked
He had just experienced the most terrifying 5 minutes of his life
Those were the eyes of a killer (and the cross hairs were aimed at him)
But the last thing he remembers is the flurry of kisses he shared with you
He’s ready for round 2 tomorrow
MC
You were never scared to tell Lucien that you were dating someone
The two of you have been close for as long as you can remember
There was always a sense of telepathy between you and him
He knew what you were thinking about, and sometimes you did too
Emphasis on the sometimes
So there wasn’t much secrecy in this household
You didn’t want to keep any secrets from him anyways
“Gavin Bai?” (this was one of those rare moments where his interests were actually piqued)
“Yeah! He’s a Loveland police officer!”
“Hmm. And an agent for STF, I see”
What.
“…..how did you know that?” (you’re narrowing your eyes at him)
You’re kinda baffled, here
You have an incredible brother (not that you just realized it today)
“I have my ways….would you like to know anything else about him, little sister?”
Correction.
You have an incredible DEVIL as a brother (not that you just realized it today)
You quickly leave the room to get dressed
……you didn’t want to know his ways
——————–
The movie date went really well
You weren’t expecting much, and neither was Gavin
You were kinda proud for picking such a good movie (randomly, at that!)
But he just starts crying? (it was the part where the dog died)
“…I’m not crying” (why is he whispering to the popcorn?)
“Gavin…..I didn’t say anything”
He buries his face in the popcorn container
“……..pfft” (you lean your head on his shoulder)
“Gavin, you’re so adorable”
“…..please stop”
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You walk side-by-side with Gavin, until you reach the steps of the front door
“I had fun today, thank you”
“Me too” (he’s smiling at you so sweetly)
You’re looking for your keys in your bag, but you can’t find them
“Huh, I swear I grabbed them this time”
You can’t raise your head (this is so embarrassing….)
Suddenly you find yourself in the air with his body pressed close to you
“Woah, Gavin!”
“Hold on tight!” (you’re not complaining)
In no time, you’re at your balcony
“…Gavin….”
“Yeah?”
“The balcony doors are locked, too”
“……..oh right” (you can’t contain your laughter)
After you calm down, you give him a kiss (for being so cute)
He’s definitely startled, but soon responds with his own
You lose yourself in his affection, drowning under the starry night
You accidentally knock over some lights (but you’re too engrossed to care)
As things were becoming more heated, you hear light taps on the balcony windows
“Lu-Lucien!”
He’s smiling, but he’s not smiling
Lucien opens the doors, and a strong gust of wind nearly sends Gavin flying
“It’s quite late, you should be getting home now”
“Ah, yes….”
You sense the tension in the air, and quickly pull Lucien away from the balcony
“Goodnight Gavin! I’ll see you tomorrow!” (you’re basically using all your strength as you close the doors)
There’s silence in the room as Lucien’s just smiling at you
“Did you have fun today?”
“Ah! Yes! I did! Lots of fun!”
“Well, I’m glad you did”
You sigh of relief (I guess he’s not going to ask about what he just saw)
“I’m just curious, do you do that with Gavin often?”
He’s smiling, but HE’S NOT SMILING
This might have been the longest headcanon I’ve written so far
This series is always fun to write (but Kiro is missing out on the fun)
#mlqc#mlqc lucien#mlqc gavin#mlqc imagine#mlqc imagines#mlqc headcanon#mlqc headcanons#mlqc fanfiction#mlqc fanfic#mlqc fluff#lucien#xu mo#heo muk#shimon#gavin#bai qi#baek gi#haku#mr love#mr love queen's choice#mr love game#mr love memes#mr love headcanon#mr love imagine#mr love lucien#mr love gavin
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Ok...now that I've screamed the panic out of me, I think it's time to theorize.
It's worth noting that I have little to no idea of what's happened on the CN server, since I want to limit spoilers as much as I can, but looking at the karmas, its pretty clear that it's a loop back in time.
Its probably going to be that for whatever reason, the boys and MC have to relive their worst experiences together.
For Kiro, it's back when they were in the orphanage getting experimented on. Being in pain together once again, but at least they have one another.
For Gavin, it's the event that led to his incredible fear of fire. I don't know if we've been told exactly that event was, but the difference here seems to be that in the past it was something he went through without MC, and now she's there with him.
For Lucien, it's the car accident with his parents. I honestly can't tell what his status in this karma is, because on the one hand Lucien was seriously injured from that accident when he was a kid, so he may just be in the same condition. On the other hand, mans seriously does not look good and MC being huddled over him like that is a wee bit concerning.
Now here's were things take slight turn. Victor's karma.
Terrible things have happened to Victor, there's no doubt about that. But the thing is, his worst experiences are not ones where he was the one personally targeted. They tend to focus on him losing the ones he loves.
Primarily, they're him losing MC.
As such, I believe that rather than live through him killing MC once again, the situation is somehow flipped so that it is MC that kills him. I also believe this is by Victor's design, if the way he is holding MC in position is any indication.
It's important to note that I don't think any of the boys are seriously dead as a doorknob, mainly because we've seen MC come back easy peasy. This reassurance is primarily for myself, and it does very little in the face of mY HUSBAND IS MAKING ME STAB HIM STOP.
Also part of me wondered why it was that particular moment that got flipped for Victor, when they also could have gone with him getting struck by lightning, especially when it's a moment from his childhood like what the others have. Eventually, I came to two conclusions.
1: In order for that too happen, Shaw would most likely have to be involved, and he looks a little...preoccupied at the moment. (The reason I didn't talk about Shaw is because that we don't know much about what he's gone through and the brief pic of him we get is kinda vague)
2: When MC saved Victor's life as child, he was able to search for her, and hold onto the hope that she was alive and he could protect her. And when it happens again later on, he is still able to maintain the sense that he can protect her. But when MC is begging Victor to kill her so the entire world can be saved, he loses all control of the situation.
He cannot hope that she is alright. He cannot hope that he can still protect her. He loses everything, and he blames himself for it.
It is the worst thing he had to live through, and it makes even more sense that he would avoid having to go through it again. That he would make it so MC is the one who survives at the cost of the other. Not because he'd rather push the pain onto her, but because this is the only way he can ensure the one thing he prioritizes most.
Her survival.
WHY would the boys and us be forced to go through all of this you ask? I haven't the foggiest clue, although if I had to hazard a guess I'd say it has something to do with the looping timelines we're forced to live through, but we may have to wait for these chapters to come to the EN server to see.
#this was very very long#and i typed it on my phone so its probably full of mistake#mlqc#mlqc gavin#mlqc lucien#mlqc victor#mlqc kiro#love and producer#mr love kiro#mr love queen's choice#mr love lucien#mr love gavin#mr love victor#mlqc spoilers#mlqc shaw#mlqc li zeyan#mlqc ling xiao#mlqc bai qi#mlqc xu mo#mr love ling xiao#mr love shaw#mr love bai qi#mr love li zeyan#mr love xu mo
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A few days or maybe a week into being hired is when Fiona finds out most of the crew live in the penthouse with Geoff, at which point she immediately demands a sleepover. Nails will be painted, hair will be braided, boys will be talked about, nobody is safe
YES, SO MUCH YES, I LOVE THIS OKAY SO-
Fiona gets this idea because she wants to know more about the crew as a whole and she wants to hang with her newfound family, and what better way to get to know someone than when it's 4 am and you're all tired as hell telling secrets or something?? So she calls Geoff up and is like, "Hey dad can I have a sleepover?" (Yes she actually says that, you cant convince me otherwise) and Geoff is like ?? What? And so she explains her plan to him and he's automatically on board. They have no jobs coming up for at least a month, why not let loose? So she makes a huge group chat for the entire crew to let them know, and also she's like, wait why dont you guys have a group chat already wth
So now everyone is ready and hyped!! She shows up at the penthouse super early that morning to help Jack and Ryan prepare for having 11 people in it for one whole night. (We all know Gav isn't finna help, Geoff is asleep, and Michael and Jeremy are helping as well, but mostly with cleaning up a bit and finding entertainment) By 2 in the afternoon, things look great!! The furniture in the living room has been moved around a bit so there's enough room in the middle, where a bunch of pillows and blankets are likely gonna be placed. There's a Switch and an X-Box by the tv, ready to be played. Board and card games like Twister, Uno, and Monopoly are set to the side, ready to cause trouble. Snacks are spread throughout the room, unopened sodas, beer, candy, and chip bags. It all looks great, and Fiona is so excited!! The first one to arrive is Matt, Switch and two boxes of donuts in hand. Then, the Twins, Trevor and Alfredo. Wearing matching adult sized onesies they picked up along the way! And finally, Lindsay. She's a bit latez but nobody questions it because it's well. It's Lindsay.
Everyone is finally here!! The livingroom and kitchen are full of people chatting and playing games. (Lets say they're playing Animal Crossing bc I'm obsessed lol) and Geoff is even out of bed now too. Everyone went all out on this, and Fiona couldn't be happier. All wearing pajamas and sitting on the floor or laying on the couches and chairs, like the children they all are on the inside. Eating candy, even making a bit of a mess, but they'll just clean it up later. It's around 10 pm when Lindsay calls for everyone's attention from her spot on the floor.
"So, as you all know, I was a bit late today. BUT do you know why that is?"
A few wrong answers later, she digs into a backpack she brought with her and out comes a slew of makeup, brand new, and a ton of face paint and nail polish. Fiona squeals and is like, "You actually brought it, yesss! Who's our first victim?"
Michael and Geoff immediately nope out of there and head to the kitchen, but everyone else seems game. Especially Gavin and Alfredo, who practically jump in front of the two girls, tripping over people along the way. Gavin occasionally wears a bit of makeup or nail polish here or there, so he wants his face painted! His mistake? Asking Lindsay to do it. 30 minutes later, she's done with her masterpiece. Gavin looks in the mirror, expecting to see a mess, but he actually doesn't hate it? A gold drips painted from his forehead that go over his left eye, and a small gold heart under his right eye. He actually looks really cool! Then, he turns around to show the others, and they laugh?? Why are they laughing? He looks pristine! He looks again. Oh. That's not a heart. It's a dick. He let's out one of his signature loud squawks of shock and disappointment, with a "Lindsayyy!!" Thrown in for good measure, and jumps over the others to run to the kitchen sink.
During all of this though, Fiona and Alfredo arent laughing. Fiona is laser focused on making Fredo the hottest person in the room. And she does. She stares at her work, nearly an hour after she started, and is proud. Alfredo is loving it too, making kissy faces at the other crew members, posing and showing off his red nails while Jack takes pictures of him using a Polaroid she bought just for this occasion.
Anyways, that's all done. Nobody else wants to get their faces done, in fear they'll end up like poor ol Gav, so they move on (tho Fredo and Gav do keep their looks, Gav is just missing the "heart") Things calm down again for a bit, and everyone is telling stories. Fiona is in the middle of talking about what her life in France was like before moving to Los Santos, when she realizes she's been subconsciously braiding Matt's hair while he sits in front of her on the floor. She stops and is joking like, "aw dude wtf I've been touching Matt's hair" and then Matt is like, "Yeah but this is actually not a bad look if I'm being honest" and the others agree with him! Michael says it makes him look a bit less like an animal (I swear I love Matt lmao but you know they'd bully him during this, nobody is safe) and then Trevor is like, "you should do Ryan's next!! He has long hair too!!"
Ryan is against it at first but eventually is forced to take Matt's spot on the floor, and by the time Fiona's story is done, so is Ryan's new look, and lemme tell ya. That boy can ROCK a braid. Everyone is like, "Daaaamn, Ry, look at you GO" and "Of course he looks better than Matt, the dude was a model" and this actually makes Ryan kinda happy!! He likes his friends giving him validation, sorry I don't make the rules.
The night continues as normal. More stories are told, and they slowly start to get deeper as it gets later. Stories of their past lives, their first kills and first crimes, and romance too. They talk about their worst and best past relationships, what they're looking for in a partner, things like that.
(This is about to get a bit shippy, so I'm sorry if you dislike any of these ships, they're just the ones I personally like and wanted to write about, with my own headcanons for each character and their sexualities. If anybody is interested in me talking about my personal HC's for that, send in an ask tho cause this is already kinda long lol)
At one point, Trevor actually draws attention to himself. Things are quiet and more chill now. Everyone is being supportive, so this is good as time as any-
"Uh, actually, I kinda wanna tell you guys something since we're on the topic. I'm..bisexual."
Everyone is silent for a second, and he actually starts to get nervous, then Lindsay pipes up with
"Dude, hell yeah, bi gang! Love wins, what's up!"
Everyone smiles and laughs, and Fiona highfives Lindsay. Geoff is the next to speak up, "That's great news, Trevor. When did this realization hit you, bud? I've known you for a while now, I had no idea."
"Oh, it was actually maybe..a few months ago? A year maybe? Yeah. About half a year ago I'd say."
Michael chimes in next,
"Wait, isn't that also when you found Fredo and introduced him to Geoff?"
A few oooooh's ring out and Trevor tries to hide his face by looking down and chuckling.
"Uh, yeah. It is.. Anyways! What about you guys? Jeremy, what's your type?" He looks to the shorter male who's lounging on a beanbag near the tv, trying to divert everyone's attention from himself. Jeremy thinks for a second and takes a sip of his beer.
"Hm. Not sure. I like tough people who have a soft side usually, just like me.."
As he names off a few other things he finds attractive, Jack shoots a knowing look over to Ryan. Ryan's had a thing for Jeremy for a while now, and only she knows about it. When you're the crew mom, your kids tell ya everything.
This continues for a while longer with more almost-confessions, before people eventually start slowly passing out. (After a few games of Uno of course. The Monopoly stayed untouched, and they started a game of Twister but were to drunk to stay still and kept toppling onto each other painfully.)
This is a bit longer than I intended and I left out a LOT I wanted to put in but I don't wanna make these too long aishsijsjs I'm not good at writing lol I'm sorry, but I hope you like this!! I could elaborate on other aspects of anyone is curious, I'll be accepting these asks all day so keep em coming 💚💚💚
#achievement hunter#fahc#fahc fiona#fahc gavin#fahc geoff#fahc alfredo#fahc lindsay#fahc michael#fahc matt#fahc jack#fahc trevor#im lazy with tags sorry
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DEArtfest Day 10 - Sickfic
Okay small warning because this has angst. I kinda struggled with the prompt but I hope it's okay?
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Gavin was having the best fucking day ever. No really. This was the best day he has had in who knows how many fucking years. It was fantastic. Except for the part where he couldn’t really taste anything he ate. And the coughing. And the huge amounts of tissue paper that he had accumulated around himself. But other than that he could honestly describe himself as the luckiest bastard on Earth.
Gavin Reed caught a cold. He showed symptoms of this the night before and when he found himself waking up the next day, feeling like more of a shit than usual, a raspy throat, and the urge to just lay down and die, he knew he wouldn’t be going into work. Objectively speaking, his day had started out being pretty shitty but after a few phone calls to the precinct and a few texts to Nines, he found himself with three days off from work and a very caring yet very distressed android barging into his room like he was two seconds away from passing out.
“Gavin are you okay!?” Nines yelled as he barged into Gavin’s room only to find him sitting up on his bed, wrapped up in blankets like an old Russian woman, while scrolling through his phone. He quickly looked up and smiled at Nines.
When he texted Nines that he wouldn’t be coming into work for a couple of days and received a response informing him that he would be there in a few minutes, he found himself to be ecstatic at the idea of spending a lazy day with Nines. He wouldn’t even feel guilty since he knew Nines wouldn’t be able to get sick so he looked forward to Nines coming over.
What he didn’t expect though was to be coddled by an overprotective android who would scan him every five minutes to make sure he wasn’t worsening. Nor was he expecting to get told off for taking better care of himself while also getting to see Nines make him soup that would hopefully keep him warm and help in his recovery.
Gavin would deny this to the ends of time but he was honestly very happy with how the situation turned out. He rarely had anyone in his life that actually cared enough about him to take care of him for long periods of time so to get Nines as his now personal nurse, who at the moment would do anything he asked if he made himself sound just a tad bit pathetic was honestly amazing. Even though he would keep telling Nines that he was fine and this was common for humans only to get responses telling him to shush so that he could get better sooner. If it was up to him he’d honestly rather be sick for the rest of the week if it meant he’d get to have Nines this worried and caring, not that he wasn’t but there was a notable difference in how when Gavin tried to start to banter with Nines he’d just simply nod his head and smile.
This began to make his day not so perfect.
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Nines was having the worst day ever. Arriving early to the precinct to make sure his paperwork was turned in on time, patiently waiting for Gavin to show up, into finding out he would not be coming into work because he was sick quickly spiraled his normal day into the worst one he’s had in quite awhile.
Finding out his partner was sick was bad enough but to then also realize that hey, your partner is Gavin Reed, notorious for being on the brink of death from sleep deprivation and hunger 24/7, so in his mind, no matter how advanced, the thought of Gavin even remotely being sick was enough to imagine him in a hospital bed with tubes and needles and a silent heart monitor-
No.
No. He knew he was overreacting. He knew that colds typically only last a couple of days with the proper medication, enough sleep, and warm meals for the person to get back to their normal healthy self. But he also knew how careless Gavin was with his health. Even more so with his safety. He was brave and strong for a human, who would throw himself into any fight, guns blazing, so long as he got the job done. Moments like these, when Gavin would get hurt or get sick he would be reminded of his mortality. He wasn’t an android who could be rebuilt and updated over and over. He was a human who, if not taken care of properly, would disappear. He was much like a firecracker, with a very specific time limit and easily blown out. Nines feared that if he didn’t protect Gavin from the wind, he’d burn out. Forever.
Nines tried to treat Gavin like he usually would but it was hard because every time he did his scanners would show his partner, sick, burning up, with an increased heart rate, and even without his scanners he could see Gavin, feeling cold and tired. So very tired, that if he were to fall asleep he might just never wake up again.
Gavin looked at Nines, he’d been quiet for awhile now, spending the whole day taking care of Gavin and even going as far as to clean the apartment just to give him something to do. He wouldn’t look at Gavin and that worried him more than anything else.
“Hey Tin Can, what's wrong?” Gavin asked. Nines slowly turned to look at him, surprised at the question but quickly brushed it off.
“Nothing is wrong, Detective. Did you need something else? I could make you some tea, if you’d like. I heard it does wonders for sore throats.” Nines said, already getting up from the bed where he had been sitting next to Gavin.
Nines wasn’t looking at him. He wasn’t looking at Gavin. And that scared him. He quickly reached out to grasp Nines’ hand before he got too far and turned to look at Gavin.
“Nines cut the bullshit, what the hell is wrong with you? Are you okay?” Gavin desperately asked. Nines’ throat closed up. Gavin was the one who was sick and here he was still worried about Nines. How selfish of him, to make Gavin worry like this.
Nines smiled politely and gently took his hand out of Gavin’s and shook his head.
“Nothing is wrong, Gavin”
“Then why won’t you look at me?”
This caught Nines by surprise and he realized he wasn’t looking at Gavin but instead at his hand. Gavin sighed and brought his hand to his lap
“Nines you gotta tell me when something’s wrong. I can’t just scan you and know everything. You have to talk to me, because that’s what partners are supposed to do and isn’t that what we are?” Gavin asked hoping Nines would lift his gaze. He did. And Gavin’s heart tore when he saw the look on Nines’ face.
He looked like he was about to fall apart. He looked scared and sad. So very sad. Too sad. In Gavin’s mind, he never wished to see Nines like that ever again so he jumped up from the bed and brought him into his arms. Nines collapsed into him and they both fell onto the bed, with Gavin holding on to Nines, not letting go.
“I can’t bear to see you like this, Gavin. Every time I look at you my scanner shows me distressed signs that you are sick and not okay. It reminds me that I could lose you to an illness or that you could die on the job and it feels like I can't do anything to protect you from it. I’m one of the most advanced androids ever made and I still can’t even do what I want. Not as a slave to CyberLife or as a deviant!” Nines sobbed into Gavin’s chest, heaving from the roller coaster of emotions that spilled out of him.
Gavin buried his face into Nines’ shoulder, holding him as close as possible. He tried to not think about his future with Nines too often since it usually ended with him imagining leaving Nines alone either from old age or his own stupidity.
“I’m so sorry Nines. I wish I wasn’t...this. I can’t promise you that I won’t get sick again or that I won’t get hurt but I can promise you that I’ll take care of myself” Gavin pulled Nines away from him and forced him to look into his eyes.
“I’ll stop smoking. And drinking. I’ll exercise more, because God knows there's no way in hell I’m letting myself look like Hank” Gavin said, which made Nines laugh. But only a little.
“I’ll be more careful on the job. I can’t control the cases I get but I can be better. And I think you're forgetting that I’m partnered with one of the most advanced android ever created. I’m basically invisible and can only be stopped by my ever growing back pains.” Gavin dramatized his words, resulting in Nines giving him a hearty laugh. This is what Nines should look like.
He finally looked at Gavin. Really looked at him and kissed him.
“Thank you, Gavin.” Nines said, after breaking the kiss. Slowly coming to lay down next to Gavin. He let Gavin take him into his arms once more and let him take care of him because that's what partners do. They take care of each other.
“Anytime, Tin Can.”
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Okay that's it! Hope you guys liked it!
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9-1-1: Season 3 Episode 15 Live Blog
I’ve tagged this like 3 times for spoilers so don’t come for me lmao
EDDIE BEGINSSSS. WE’RE HERE FOR THAT.
Forgot to liveblog part of it lmao.
I CRIED WHEN EDDIE CUT THE CORD. IT HASNT EVEN BEEN 30 SECONDS
Wow I hear that spite in Shannon’s voice. honestly can’t blame her BUT also kinda can?
The necklace 😭
SOPHIA AND ADRIANA. Love it!
Why does Ryan have to force himself to act with his female love interests. What is going on.
Maybe I’m projecting LMAO
LOOK AT EDDIE GO
Buck my little baby
Eddie looks so fondly at Buck literally wtf is Ryan talking about
Evan Buckley is incapable of looking at Eddie Diaz with anything less that pure unadulterated love and I stand by that.
Hell if they just HELD HANDS, I would be more than happy.
Christopher is the light of my life omg
Those flashbacks, the slight dimming of Eddie’s smile...😭😭😭
Buck 😂😂😂😂
BATHENAA crumbs
EDDIE FOLLOWING THEM CLUES? OUT OF WHICH ONE IS A TANKER?
This baby :( Hayden :(((
Eddie is literally so sad maybe I love him a lot.
BUCK COMING FOR THE GUY WHO’S PULLING THE PLUG. I’m here for that!
I’m here for Eddie taking the lead dear LORD he’s adorable
Defending Jacob! OH IT’S THAT PROMO
“Christopher’s a priority so you should stay home with him” okay but here’s the thing
Eddie holding a young Christopher 😭😭😭
She left him crying!
“You’re not the only one that feels alone.” my baby :((((
Not saying Shannon was wrong, but people really do not understand the horrors soldiers see...
30 minutes that I’m gonna die in
HE WAS RIGHT THERE.
Eddie cutting the line completely! That’s definitely me but HOW ARE THEY GONNA GET DOWN THERE NOW. EDDIE.
he really cut the cord twice in one episode, huh?
The 118 looking like their world just shattered and honestly? Same.
Buck’s expression of pure panic :/ watch me turn this into pure whump LMAO
Him kissing that locket I’m...
OH MY GOD. MY ADHAAN. I HEAR MY CALL TO PRAYER
and naturally there’s another song. Why can’t they just let us enjoy it.
SHIT THAT MISSILE.
they turned it into a stereotypical thing again. naturally. Why can’t we catch a break already.
But eh. It’s fine. It’s fine
HE WAS SHOT IN THE SHOULDER?
Was he the leader? Literally everyone keeps calling for him.
HE WAS SHOT IN THE WRIST TOO?
maybe I’m crying so hard
3 bullets, BROKEN BONE, dislocated shoulder
STAFF SERGEANT DIAZ
That acting :(
Hands down one of my favourite scenes of Eddie ever.
“Daddy can be a hero in the kitchen.” 😂😂😂
There’s that huge adjustment period, and we can see it in Eddie’s behaviour, which is amazing on Ryan’s part.
Grant’s Christopher looks exactly like a younger Gavin’s Christopher
CHIMNEY AND EDDIE YES! That’s another Dynamic Duo I’d love to see more of tbh.
NO. NO. THEY DIDN’T DO THAT
BUCK. BUCK’S ANGUISH IS MY OWN.
Oliver is an AMAZING, UNDERRATED actor, and you can see that in that scene because he’s not concerned about appearances. He genuinely flips out, first one off the ground because the love of his life his best friend is stuck down there.
Buck would NEVER give up on Eddie. EVER.
We got so fed tonight omg.
Eddie’s parents...I just :( I understand it but :(
Oh it’s that jean jacket!
What three jobs do he be working?
“I miss you all the time” - the light of my life
No, no no. Don’t do this. If this show does this, I’m literally going to...
All these flashbacks of Buck and Christopher? I just...
Okay don’t come for me. but literally 70% of those flashbacks were of Buck and Christopher
It Tim Minear does this to me I’m literally going to commit a crime I can’t come back from.
YES. FIGHT TO COME HOME TO YOUR FAMILY.
HE CAME OUT. BY HIMSELF. YES.
Buck looks like two seconds away from losing it entirely
“Won’t be easy” and then Buck just running for him? YES.
Buck is smiling so hard with relief at seeing Eddie and I-
Eddie literally does everything for his son and I can’t breathe.
I wish we’d gotten a scene of Eddie getting back home and just...desperately hugging Chris tight. but since we didn’t I’m gonna write it lmao
Ryan did PHENOMENAL in this episode. Especially that scene with in the makeshift hospital!
Kudos to all the actors but special mentions to Ryan, Gavin and Oliver honestly.
That’s a family right there (Eddie, Chris and Buck)
#911 liveblog#zee liveblogs#3x15 spoilers#3x15#eddie begins#spoilers#911 spoilers#buddie#buck x eddie#118 firefam#evan buckley#eddie diaz#chimney han#hen wilson#bobby nash#athena grant
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AA4 Medieval AU
getcher apollo justice fantasy/medieval au right here. (spoilers for aa4 kinda tho)
this idea will not leave my mind so... take it... i think i messed up some details lol but this is just for fun so please, don’t rake me over the coals for it.
(time is screwed up here so before the timeskip apollo is 7 and trucy is a baby. after the timeskip apollo is 14 and trucy is 7. for the sake of it i’m gonna have klavier also be about 14 post-timeskip. other ages may be scaled down for consistency... idk i had to make it work somehow.)
Once upon a time, King Magnifi of the House Gramarye ruled the land in peace. In his old age, his daughter Princess Thalassa readied herself to become queen. It came time for Thalassa to choose a royal consort, the person who would also be the next king of Attornia.
There were two choices, Zak and Valant. In the end, Princess Thalassa chose Zak. Disgraced, Valant left for parts unknown. Thalassa and Zak married and received Magnifi’s blessing before his death. Thus began the reign of Queen Thalassa of House Gramarye, and King Zak Enigmar.
It wasn’t to last, however. Seeing his chance to seize power, Count Kristoph of the House Gavin, King Zak’s closest advisor, betrayed King Zak and murdered him in cold blood. All the evidence vanished without a trace, and the case was never solved. In the process, he was able to cause Queen Thalassa significant injury, as well. The people assumed she, too, had been murdered in this incident...
Though hotly debated throughout Attornia, no one could deny that the line of succession had been broken, since Queen Thalassa and King Zak had not had any children, and therefore no heirs or heiresses to the throne. According to the law, Count Kristoph, at the age of 25, was now able to seize power and become King Kristoph of Attornia.
His rule, while considered by many to be stable, measured, and fair, was completely tyrannical. He arranged for the citizens to worship him like a god, encouraged a cult of personality, tripled work hours on the poor and taxed basically all the citizens into poverty, then used all the tax money to build extravagant monuments to himself, and expand the palace into his personal utopia complete with gold, jewels and hundreds of servants. One of his servants is a young foundling named Apollo Justice, who’s about 7 years old when he was left at the palace gates. King Kristoph decided to make Apollo his successor... someday. But for now he’s being trained as a servant, because he’s just useful like that, and he’s eager to please.
But, there is still hope for Attornia, as Queen Thalassa has one trump card hidden up her sleeve. She was spirited away from the palace by her attendants, and forced into a life of hiding as the mysterious wise woman, Lady Lamiroir. Her memory had been taken from her by the injuries sustained during Gavin’s assault. What no one knows, though, is that she was pregnant at the time. Luckily, the baby was unharmed. She is Trucy Gramarye, the one true princess. To keep her safe, Lamiroir entrusts the girl to a trusted man, Phoenix Wright.
Some seven years have now passed since then, and Attornia is still suffering under the reign of the House Gavin. Trucy Gramarye is 7. Apollo Justice is about 14. The day comes at last when Apollo meets a strange man in town, a mysterious stranger in peasant clothing named Phoenix Wright, who tells him a tale of the true and rightful heir to the throne. By rights, Trucy should be crown princess, as she has royal blood. (Phoenix will serve as regent king in her place until she’s old enough to rule.) At first Apollo doesn’t and can’t believe it, because King Kristoph would never lie to him, right? And Apollo then learns that he, too, has royal blood... except for the little issue that he’s a product of an illegitimate relationship between Princess Thalassa and a bard named Jove Justice and therefore has no claim to the throne. This crushes Apollo as all his hopes of becoming what Kristoph has been training him to be all his life are dashed. (I kind of waffle on whether Jove should be alive as a bard or dead in this AU. Alive would be good. Let’s go with alive. Or else this AU is going to be too traumatic for Apollo. How he got separated from Apollo is... something I’ll think about later but it’ll probably be sad)
But, once Phoenix shows Apollo once and for all how the poor are suffering under the reign of Gavin, Apollo eventually changes his mind and decides to join the effort to investigate and restore peace to the realm, with the help of Phoenix, Trucy, Lamiroir, and... others!
One thing Kristoph doesn’t want to draw attention to is his brother, Klavier, who is a knight in training (and a bard with a lute on the weekends). Instead of granting him a lofty government position, he hides him somewhere in the ranks of the knighthood and otherwise avoids interacting with him. Daryan is one of the other knights in training (and is also a bard). The captain of knights in training is Romein LeTouse. The foremost of all knights is Sir Edgeworth. (Simon Blackquill is one of the other knights because yes. And who doesn’t want Knight!Blackquill with Taka?)
Supporting cast includes weird jester Spark Brushel, a medieval pub run by Eldoon and Olga Orly, a scholarly monk named Wesley Stickler, a small village/hamlet run by the Kitakis where Wocky is considered royalty, royal healers Pal Meraktis and Alita Tiala, and a certain Marie-Curie-like young woman named Ema Skye who is a relatively well-off lady to most, but secretly has a whole science lab running experiments with beakers and a lot of steampunk stuff. Phoenix keeps an eye on Lady Lamiroir who has to stay in hiding. She takes in a young boy named Machi Tobaye, who reminds her of the son she lost many years ago (she doesn’t know that Apollo is that son, or doesn’t find out until later). There’s also the royal portrait painter Drew Misham and his daughter Vera.
The gang ends up diffusing some diplomatic troubles between Wocky’s family and Alita Tiala when it comes out that Alita is just looking to marry into royalty. In the next plot, Daryan is revealed to be a traitor to the knighthood and is doing some shady stuff on the order of King Kristoph, such as tailing the gang to find out how much they know. (If Kristoph finds out about Trucy and gets to her first, it’s all over...) Klavier eventually becomes part of the gang, turns out his knowledge is extremely helpful, but Apollo does question whether he can even be trusted considering his relationship to Kristoph. Most of the rest of the plot is attempts to destabilize Kristoph’s regime and reveal his evil and selfish acts. For some reason I’m seeing a situation with a play, where somebody gets to say (probably Apollo) “So the play’s the thing wherein we’ll catch the conscience of the king?” because, yes. In the final plot, royal portrait painter Drew Misham and his daughter, Vera, are in trouble and are at risk of being executed by King Kristoph (botched portrait of the king maybe??). The gang has to stop that at any cost. And, they have to reveal to the entire kingdom the true nature of King Kristoph... and the fact that he’d be willing to execute an innocent painter and a young girl is definitely going to make clear that true nature to everyone.
And finally, of course our heroes triumph in the end, and Phoenix becomes King of Attornia, as regent for Trucy who will one day be Queen! Lady Lamiroir also gets to return, and she is still considered a beloved ruler despite her injuries preventing her from fully embracing the role, she still supports Trucy and Phoenix from the background. And some of her memories return! Apollo of course will always have a place as part of the family, too, and decides royal life isn’t for him. He instead becomes something of a local mediator of disputes! And they all lived happily ever after!
As for King Kristoph, he is pissed and promises he’ll return with a vengeful scheme. For now they just exile him to some remote island like Napoleon where he’ll hopefully just rot and die. But we still have to set up the sequel somehow right??
Now someday I need to find the time to... actually write this and make it like a 50k or something longer... oh boy
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