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cloudninetonine · 3 years

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Follow the light

Prologue

Synopsis: A Genshin Impact/Avatar x fem!reader

A/N: Yeah, so, this is becoming a series (NO I AM NOT ABANDONING MY DBH STORY I AM JUST WRITING FOR MORE)

I don’t Genshin Impact nor Avatar franchise

Warnings: Nothing in this one I believe

“I can help you”

Through the swarm of darkened red and black, you could see him. Face stricken with panic, eyes wide and hand reaching out, out to you, whose vision was slowly fading from the myriad of her blocks, impairing your vision at a frantic pace.

This couldn’t have been right, possibly? She had already taken him, he had disappeared right before you eyes before she had dealt with you. So, what was this?

The voice called out again.

“But first, you must find me, only then, can we truly begin our journey”

He was almost gone, you were almost swallowed by the darkness, but you couldn’t leave him behind, you wouldn’t!

You used all the remaining strength within you to reach out to him, to grab him, to- anything! You didn’t want him to disappear again!

“No! You can’t take him, give him back!”

Your begging fell on deaf ears, only a single crack of light remained, his fear stricken gaze burning right into your soul.

“Please, (Name), find the light, find me, find Raava….”

You couldn’t lose him again!

“Give him back! Give me back my brother!-”

“Aether!”

“Hey, (Name), wake up already!”

The voice was loud. Super loud. A kind of loud that made your ears ring and ground your teeth together, that kind of loud. By the sounds of it, they were obviously right next to your ear, wailing out your name like the world around you was up in flames, burning away at your surroundings in a harrowing chaos.

But within consciousness, came sense and with sense, awareness of one’s surroundings. You knew that there was no fire, it was certainly warm in your space, but it was from the proud sun that leaked in through your window, particularly weak in the early hours of the morning, nevertheless still just as cosy.

“(Name), come on!!!!”

Your body was jolted by a pair of small hands, shaking you back and forth violently, even when you finally popped an eye open, glaring at the figure with an exhausted frustration.

Hair was white, thick and cropped around her face with dark purple eyes that shone in the early light, small, fair body floating just a few inches above you, hands rocking you violently in an effort to have you awake. Furthermore, She was pouting, cheeks puffed out, eyes narrowed- the whole works and she let out a huff when noticing your stare.

“Finally!” The small person cried, poking at your cheek “Do you know how deep you sleep!? Paimon’s pretty sure she woke up everyone else in the temple with her yelling!”

“More like screeching.” You sassed, whisking on a drowsy grin “You sound like a banshee, Pai.”

Paimon gasped in offence “You take that back! Paimon sounds nothing like that!”

“Whatever you say.”

Finally, you heaved yourself out of bed, glancing around your room nonchalantly with Paimon yammering on in an outrage, her arms waving around wildly as she spoke.

Raava. The word echoed in your head, resolute and strong as you went about your morning routine, mind focused only on what it could mean. A name? A place? Some sort of item? You had no clue, couldn’t properly fathom it, not with the little information the voice had been giving you. Who even was the voice? Was it this Raava? Also how were you supposed to find...them? You truly were stumped.

But the picture of Aether, of his wide, panic struck eyes, hand reaching out towards you was tugging at your hope. That promise, the words of “I can help you” tugged at your hope. If they could really help you, if you could finally find your brother, you were gonna pursue this and you were going to find your answers.

“Hey! Are you even listening?!”

“Nope” You responded, tying your belt around your attire.

“(Name)!”

Laughing, you patted down your outfit, then grasped Paimon’s hand gently, tugging her closer to your level. “I’m sorry, I’ve just been preoccupied.”

She tilted her head “Is it because of your dream?”

The shock in her words was probably evident on your face because a second later she continued, her face sympathetic “You called out your brother’s name again.”

Oh.

“Are you okay?” A nod wasn’t enough to satisfy her worry “Are you sure? You can tell Paimon!”

“I know, I know.” Patting her hand, you finally pulled away and headed to the door, her following close behind.

The Eastern Air Temple was a beautiful place. Standing tall and proud within the center of a archipelago, the temple was a ways off from the mainland of Teyvat, mostly secluded from the rest of the world to allow the Air Nomads to practice their way of life peacefully, away from the noise of the other nations, just like the other Air temples.

You had awoken here after your battle with the Unknown God, dazed and weak, the Air Nomads had taken you in and had practically integrated you into the life of Air. It had been coming up to four years, learning the ways of this world, the language, the culture, until 2 months ago, when you had found Paimon, splashing about off the shore of one of the surrounding islands, close to drowning.

You had fished her out yourself, her introducing herself as a spirit of guidance and you had been friends since.

“Hey, Pai, actually” The two of you had been heading to congregate with the other nuns for morning meditation when you had finally found the courage to turn to your partner, her eyes focused onto you when you both paused “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course!” Her hands rested on her hips “You can ask Paimon anything! Except things she doesn’t know, you’d have to ask someone else about that”

Your laugh made her grin triumphantly.

“Well, I don’t know if this is in your knowledge or not, but, I wanted to ask if you know what...Raava is?”

Paimon’s reaction was instant. Her face overfilled with shock and confusion, blinking owlishly at your slowly tensing figure before finally she was able to speak once again.

“Raava” She started, oddly serious despite her constant giddy nature “Was the spirit of light and peace, she kept the world safe from darkness and chaos”

You hesitated before asking tentatively “Was?”

“She was killed 2 thousand years ago”

The words hit you hard.

Raava was dead? The thing, which you had finally found was a spirit, was dead? And had been for 2 thousand years!? Then what happened now!? What did that dream even mean now!? If Raava was dead how could you possibly find her!?

“Are….are you sure?” At Paimon’s nod, you deflated, falling back into the staircase wall with a sigh “Then...what did the dream mean?”

“Your dream? You said it was about your brother!” She chastised, puffing out her cheeks.

“It was! But some voice kept telling me I needed to find this Raava and I-”

“Wait, wait, wait-” Shaking her hands before her, Paimon leaned closer. She still seemed just as serious as previous, though from the light that was gathering in her eyes, she seemed a little...hopeful, like whatever you would next say were like a present for her that you were hiding behind your back “Your dream said to find Raava?”

“Yes, that’s why I asked-”

“Was there anything else?”

You paused “It mentioned that Raava could possibly help me find Aether”

Silence hung for a few moments, Paimon’s face uncomfortably close to yours as you shared intense eye contact. A few other nuns walked past, watching in intrigue as the exchange went on, but not doing much else before Paimon finally reacted, screaming in delight and dancing around you excitedly, as though you had told her you two were having a ten course meal.

“Finally! Finally!” She cried, hooting loudly “She’s finally returned! She’s finally back!”

“What-” You yelped when she grabbed your hand, dragging you in the direction of the meditation area “Paimon! I thought you said she was dead!?”

“I’ll explain later but we need to tell Nun Tsering the news!”

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Nun Tsering was one of the leading nuns of the Eastern Temple. She stood tall amongst the rest with long, beautiful grey hair that was tied in traditional nomad fashion and kind grey eyes that seemed to put every single person she talked to at ease. The woman had taken the role as your teacher and friend, a respectful woman that you had grown to care for during your time within the temple, she even knew about your past, with your brother, with the unknown God, everything.

So, when the two of you had finally arrived for morning meditation, Paimon claiming urgency, she guided you two away from the other nuns for a private chat without needing much else.

“So, what was so urgent, you two?” She mused as you walked in the gardens “You looked as though you had been chased by a swarm of lemurs”

Paimon got to it first, eyes wide with excitement “Raava has returned!”

That stopped Tsering right in her tracks.

Paimon went to continue but you stopped her with a motion of your hand, looking upon your master’s surprised face with lacking confidence. “Paimon is getting ahead of herself, but, I did have a dream about finding her, a voice told me I needed to find Raava, that she could help me find Aether, but...I don’t know…”

Your spirit friend huffed but once again she was stopped, this time by Tsering, who bore an expression of significance. “The voice, did it say anything else?”

“I, uh-” You thought back to the dream, to your brother, to the voice “It mentioned something about a journey but it didn’t specify much other than it being….our journey.”

Her eyes widened.

“Tsering-”

“Follow me.”

Once again, you were taken to an entirely different place within the temple, practically running after Tsering’s rushed steps with Paimon right behind, the two of you sharing a look of confusion until you had finally reached a door, with the pattern of the air surrounded by some weird contraption. The nomad was quick to send a blast of wind into two tubes, a large creak of the wood echoing all around you as it opened, revealing to you a giant room, filled with an abundance of statues, every single one different from the last.

“Woah!” Paimon cried as you entered, flying around to examine each with interest “These are the past Avatars!”

“Avatar? What’s that?” Following Tsering to the center, where the statues began to spiral into the middle, to where a single one that stood, you became more and more confused “Tsering, what’s going on?”

The Nun looked upon the statue with an emotion you couldn’t decipher, brushing away at the statue’s shoulders with a special care before she finally spoke “(Name), many eons ago, before the Archon wars, before the nations- any of the nations, there was a man named Wan.”

Wan….Why did it feel like you knew that name?

“He was the first Avatar.” She explained, “A man held the power of the four elements.”

“...but you told me a person can only bend one element?”

She finally turned to face you “Normal humans can only wield one element, but Wan wasn’t a normal human.”

Within the sanctuary, among the many statues, Tsering told the story of the Avatar. From Wan’s mistake, to his journey with Raava, to fighting and sealing Vaatu and the Avatar cycle. For hours, you sat, listening to your master as she spoke of the tales of the Avatars, all the way up until the Archon Wars, to…

“Avatar Ly was the last Avatar.” Looking up at the statue from your spots on the floor, Tsering bowed her head in respect “She was born into the violence of the Archon War and pledge to the people that she would be the one to stop this conflict once and for all.”

“Let me guess” You started, feeling your heart squeeze painfully “She died while in the Avatar state.”

The nun nodded solemnly “She was killed in a battle between Morax and Osial. She had to sacrifice herself in order to protect Liyue, but she could only use the power of the Avatar state to do so and it resulted in the death of Ly, Raava and the end of the Avatar cycle. It was said that Morax was burdened with much guilt over her death and erected a statue in her honour on Mt. Tianheng so that Liyue would forever know their saviour”

You took everything in with a breath, absorbing the information when Paimon finally cut in, her silence through this entire predicament a weird contrast to her usual self. “But, what does the Avatar have to do this?”

Actually, you had been wondering this as well, though kept silent during Tsering’s explanation, waiting for her to explain.

Her face was unwavering “I believe that Raava has chosen (Name) to be the next Avatar”

Your expression was comical, a mix of unbelieving and confused, trying to comprehend her words while Paimon openly gawked, shaking her arms and flying around like a headless chicken, babbling.

“But that’s crazy! (Name)’s not even from this world, forget about being a bender! Why would she pick (Name) to be the new Avatar!?”

You huffed “Thanks Paimon.”

“You’re welcome!”

“I know it’s hard to understand.” Tsering sent you a sympathetic smile “But it would make sense as to why Raava would reveal herself to you.”

“Reveal herself? But I haven’t even met her yet!” You cried incredulously.

“But (Name), you have. Who else would have spoken to you within your dream?”

She did have a point.

You cast your head downwards.

“I know this sounds rude but...I don’t want to be the Avatar, I don’t have time for a responsibility like that. I have to find my brother, I need to find this Unknown God too, I can’t just…”

You hated how the words came out, how it all sounded, but it was the truth. You didn’t want this power, you didn’t want that responsibility, you were already starting your own journey, now healed from your battle and understanding this world, you were soon to be on your way to find your brother and get your own power back.

Why did Raava pick you?

A warm hand was placed upon your shoulder and you looked up at the nun, uncertain.

“I know you are afraid, (Name), I can sense it from you, but you mustn’t” Her other hand came to rest on your cheek, wiping away the small tears that had gathered in your eyes “Raava is a kind spirit, if she has chosen you then there must be a good reason, you just have to ask.”

“But how?”

The nun smiled, leaning back to take a meditating stance. You followed.

“Close your eyes, focus and clear you mind.” Her voice was smooth and kind “If Raava was able to speak to you within your dream, it means that she is already with you, you just have to find her.”

“That….doesn’t really make sense.”

Her chuckle made you smile “It will, now focus.”

The sanctuary was very quiet, the only sound produced from the room was from the wind that flew in from down the hall, soft, almost inaudible, but you could hear it’s silent howl through the room, feel it surround the three of you as you meditated, feeling it’s calming effect wash over you.

Everything around you seemed to fade as time went on, the feeling of Tsering and Paimon disappeared entirely, the blow of the wind no longer cooled your skin, nor did it’s voice caress your ears, no, everything felt like...nothing and with that, you opened your eyes, only to be greeted with what you had sensed, nothing.

“Huh?” You span around, breaking your position to search for you friends in a panic, anxiety growing within the pit of your stomach “Hello!? Tsering!? Paimon!? Anybody!?”

No, no, you didn’t want to be alone. You couldn’t be alone. Someone had always been with you for so long, there was always a presence beside you, but no there wasn’t and you felt helpless, scared, desperate, a hopeless flurry of emotions.

You didn’t want to be abandoned again.

“They have not abandoned you, (Name).”

That voice.

“And you are not alone.”

Her voice.

Your span back around, watching as a lightly slowly approached you, bright and calming.

“I am here with you.”

“Raava.” You breathed, unconsciously cupping out your hands towards her, letting her settle into your hold as you brought her closer to you almost protectively “You’re Raava.”

“Yes.”

Managing a small smile, you laughed “You’re smaller than I imagined.”

Her laugh surrounded you, warm, loving, bright and...peaceful. The spirit was different that you imagined, she felt like...a light within the darkness, pun not intended, but she felt as though she was a way out, like she was here to save you from your own unintentional prison, from your despair. She made you feel...safer, not entirely safe, but most definitely safer.

“(Name), I first want to thank you.” You furrowed your brows “Your spirit, it’s divinity, you were able to bring me back from death. I have returned because of you.”

“But I lost my power?”

“Before your power was lost, when you had visited our world, your’s and your brother’s power had brought forth enough light to save me. It would have taken another 8 thousand years for me to return, so for that, you have my thanks.”

The words lightened your entire being, bringing forth a teary eyed smile. You knew for sure, had Aether been here, he would have been the one in tears, he was soft like that, gratitude filled him with such a happiness that always seemed to rub off onto you too.

You missed your brother so much.

“But, I still require your help.” The spirit flew from your hands, reaching your eye level “I still do not have my full power, there had not been enough time after death to return me to my former self and I need your help.”

“What, how?”

Images flashed in your mind, statues, multiple states, all with a different figure carved into it’s pinnacle. “The statues hold the power of the Archons within them, if we were to find them, I would be able to use a fragment of their power to restore my own strength. So, will you help me once more, (Name)?”

It wasn’t a difficult question, but it did lead to a difficult answer. You wanted to help her, you wanted to help restore her former glory, but you already had your own mission, you had to find your brother, you wanted to find your brother and you couldn’t do that if your time was invested in helping Raava.

However, thinking back to your dream, you remembered her words, her promise.

“Raava, you said before, in my dream, that you could help me find my brother, is that true?”

“It is.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

“(Name), in return for saving my life, for bringing me back, I want to repay you and if that is to help find your brother, then that is what I will do.” She seemed to shine brighter, the light filling the area, reflecting off your eyes. “Merge with me, (Name), help me restore my strength and we will find your brother, together.”

You gasped, leaning you hand out once again only to stop short “If we merge, I’ll become the next Avatar, won’t I?”

“That is correct.”

“But I can’t even bend.”

“The power of the elements still resides within me.” She replied “It is weak, but it will be enough. Once I am back to my full strength, you will have the power of a true Avatar.”

That was all you needed. Finally, your hand made contact with the spirit, her light growing along with yourself until the void had vanished, leaving a blinding shine throughout the space.

Tsering and Paimon watched as your eyes finally snapped open, glowing a brilliant white that echoed through the room before they faded, staring at the two before you with a giddy grin.

Paimon cheered while your master smiled, her hand returning to your shoulder

“Welcome back, Avatar.”

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loyally-unfaithful · 4 years

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—; but “sentimental boy” is my nom de plume

word count: 1916

pairing: connor/gn!reader

genre: slight fluff; hurt no comfort

summary: it has been a year after the android revolution. humans and android alike settled down, an olive branch was offered as a sign of reconciliation. with newfound peace came along newfound love, and many open roads to choose from. this was no different for the rk800—connor. surprisingly or unsurprisingly, he decided to continue working at the dpd, this time as a bonafide detective. but he has also accepted the thrilling uncertainty of life that deviancy has brought; the same strings that brought his lover in his life.the same ones he hated and cursed, the same fates who ripped it all away.

a/n: everytime i convince myself i came out of my dbh hyperfixation i just look at connor and i become lovesick again.

gosh i know i should be finishing my other fic or work on the prologue script for my vn, but,,,,,,, i just had a sudden hankering for connor angst,,,,

written during a sleep deprivation induced moment of epiphany,,,,, (purple prose cuz im extra af uwu)

I’ve never written angst before so i’d love to hear your thoughts on it

you did what you were designed to do.

memories from his past would still torment him erratically, doubts would resurface on particularly dark days. but you were the light that cut through that haze. this wasn’t a “fake deviancy”. it couldn’t have been. not when he is holding your body so close to his, warmth radiating off of each other, two heartbeats—similar, but different—thrumming together. all the softly whispered and adoringly announced « i love you »’s; all the quick and coveted pecks and all the feverish and passionate kisses. no, he was alive, he was sure of it—alive and absolutely enamoured by you. all semblance of doubt ebbed away when you entered his life.

whenever he’s around you, he feels more alive: you make him feel everything, all the little precious things. tenderness and adoration when he shares tranquil mornings with you. he feels more alive when he’s with you, all the little habits and routines too endearing: the sweet post-it notes scattered over your shared flat; scribbled upon it are encouraging words or sweet nothings. conflicting work schedules meant that moments spent together were scarce, but that made them even more valuable and coveted. captivation, was another emotion that he felt around you. your mannerism, your dreams and interests, your physical attributes and quality of voice. logically speaking, you were just another human, insignificant in the grand scheme of things. you’d live and then one day, you’d die. as if you never really existed. but he wasn’t being logical. how could he be? when you were right there in front of him? you made him irrational, and he found that new aspect in life thrilling. confusing at first, but exciting. he was eternally grateful that you let him experience all these beautiful emotions with you. he was grateful that you allowed him in your short journey that you called life.

he was happy, absolutely content, with his shared life with you. you were both in perfect places in your respective lives: you both had a stable job, loving family backing you up, and a fulfilling love life. what seemed to be a mismatched couple at first turned to be 2 pieces of the same puzzle finally finding their place. life for the both of you couldn’t be better.

but along with the many exquisite moment that your romantic endeavours brought you, the android didn’t only taste the sweet delicacies of life; no matter how idyllic a moment may be, there were times when he had to taste the astringent and sour desserts life offered.

anger. that was an emotion that he felt. but that’s not accurate, no… it was frustration and shock and betrayal, all the unsavoury feelings in the world. perhaps it was due to his inexperience, maybe his lack of exposure to these negative sentiments, that caused him to snap the way he did. to hurt you the way he did. but it happened and there was no turning back the clock.

no matter how much he begged and cried for it.

he was proud that you got the job offer in canada, he really was. and he, like any other caring boyfriend would, offered to accompany you there, an offer which you gladly accepted. that was the plan. but plans were difficult to follow. crime waits for no man, working for the law meant that connor must always be available for duty. no excuses, he was an android. but connor wasn’t just a simple android detective, no, he had a much more important role: he was the link, the messenger, between jericho and the police force. he was the crucial communication between the two forces. so when jericho contacted him about threats of anti-android attacks, he had to make an appearance at their base. the meeting coincided with the day you were meant to travel to canada. it was a simple trip really. it only took a few hours by train, stay in canada for 2 days (it was the weekend), and then return back to detroit, probably arriving in the late afternoons to their home.

but you were looking forwards to traveling with your wonderful partner after « [we] spent so much time apart ». the day he told you the urgent change of plans, connor was tired, overwhelmed. you were frustrated and expectant. a fight was bound to have erupted. accusatory statements, along the lines of: « you don’t actually care about me! it’s all about work and work and work! » and « i can’t believe how selfish you’re being right now! » in between shouting and yelling and frustration and anger and contempt–

you both went to bed exhausted but spiteful, still not forgiving each other. in hindsight, he felt so utterly pathetic, so unbelievably childish, for being that cruel, and uncaring. he didn’t want to be like him again. so many glares and insults were thrown at each other, tears threatened to spill, LED flashed and shone a true red, doors were slammed. he felt awful, plain and simple. you both lied in the same bed, under the same cover. so close yet so excruciatingly far apart. back facing the other’s, no one said a word.

you woke up before him. bitter and unhappy. no morning kisses, no whispered « i love you » to wake your other half. you wordlessly got yourself ready, grabbed your bag and quietly snuck out. no post it notes were left. no sweet promises or encouraging words. you could do this work trip without him. you were independent. you didn’t need a tin can to chaperone you everywhere. so you left. plain and simple. gone. since you woke up and left earlier than planned, you boarded an earlier train. how lovely and convenient. the carriages were mostly filled with androids. perhaps they were trying to immigrate to canada like the others. who knows. you paid no mind and absentmindedly scrolled through your phone, obsessively checking your messages to see if connor realised. to see if he apologised. because frankly, at that point you were tired of being mad and just wanted to spend the day in his arms. but prideful and petty as you were, you weren’t willing to apologise and admit your mistakes first.

connor roused from stasis a few moments afterward, less bitter and more regretful. he wished to right his wrongs but the normally warm presence beside him was not there. his system was slowly booting back up when his audio sensor picked up an incessant ringing from the living room. he jolted up and rushed out to pick up the ringing phone call and waited for the other side to speak up.

the room was so utterly quiet, a silence so suffocating engulfed the room, that you could hear a pin drop. the voice on the other side asked whether this was indeed your house and that he was indeed connor anderson. he swallowed dryly and answered with a soft, « yes ». running a quick check in his database, he matches the caller’s voice with a certain nathaniel edwards. first responder. he allowed his HUD to display the news. if androids could get pale, have all their blood drain from their faces, his would have certainly done so. he stood, rigid and motionless, consumed by shock and horror.

the news and the first responder’s words blended into one as he gripped the phone tighter: « this morning, at 7:48 am the train from detroit to toronto was caught in a devastating turn of events: the train soon caught in fire and exploded as it made its way over the border. it has been confirmed that there has been 0 survivors. it is unclear whether this was an unfortunate accident or the result of anti-android terrorism. »

the other person’s voice poured through the speaker but he wasn’t listening. he stared blankly in front of him. no way, he thought, it couldn’t have been… the only sign that the android was registering the other man’s input was the now constant red LED.

« sir? sir. i’m sorry to bring this— �� no, this isn’t right… you must have the wrong number, he interrupted. there were probably others with your name… maybe they were mistaken... – sir that’s not possible, w— – you must have gotten the wrong house… not… it-it couldn’t have been…» but he knew how improbable it was that they got the wrong number. he was built to be logical, to believe statistics. the statistics told him you were dead. long gone. he hoped and prayed that you stayed back, didn’t get on the earlier train. the statistics told him you did.

he choked out a response, quiet and defeated. you were gone. he’d never get to see you again. « i… i’m sorry… i-i don’t understand… – we tried our best to find them sir, but… the fire was too severe… if we gain any new developm— – you didn’t save them. »

still in a daze, he must have hung up on the poor man and unceremoniously dropped the phone. its clatter the only sound in this deafening silence. the reality of it all comes crashing through and he collapsed, ugly sobs escaping him as the denial faded away to make way for the pure and unfiltered grief. he felt lost. for the first time in a long while since amanda he felt so utterly and completely lost. no more shining beacon during his dark and stormy nights. no more valued affection and coveted kisses. no more notes and no more smile to come home to.

he laughed bitterly, devoid of any humour. it was funny, just how cruel the fates were: made human life so fleeting. lachesisonly gave them such a short eternity. and when he thought you both found your missing halves, bound to another by an invisible string, atropos cuts it. a small snippet that is so easily ripped away from you. he belonged with you, he felt at peace with you. he was able to be what he struggled to be for the majority of his miserable and artificial existence. with you, he was able to be happy.

but now he’ll have to get used to not coming home to a warm embrace. he’ll have to get used to going into stasis alone, in the cold bed. he’ll have to get used to his aching heart being greeted by an empty house. every cold and lonely nights. it’s ridiculous how human he felt because of you. and he was both thankful and spiteful for it.

sadness and bitter regret ripped through him when he remembered that he didn’t share goodbyes before he left. he remembered how he couldn’t have apologised to you and tenderly held you. he regretted not being able to tell you how much he loved you and how much you meant to him for the last time. ra9 only knows the things he’d do and the things he’d sacrifice, just to have you in his arms again.

instead he was faced with the bitter reminder that the last thing he’s ever said to you, your last memory of him, was a contemptuous and scornful « i wished i never met you ».

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bowieandqueen11 · 5 years

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Fall / Connor DBH Fluff

Request: I'd love something fluffy fall-related for reader and Connor? Doing things like pumping carving, raking leaves, making a scarecrow, going to an office party dressed up (something cute and ironic like Dorothy and Tin Man lol idk) just gimme the whole loving couple autumn package, please 🖤

This is so cute omg my poor heart <3

Autumn, although it had been a long time coming, had finally arrived. The leaves had changed colours, lining the trees with speckles of orange, red and yellow. When the wind blew they came down, breaking delicately off of tree branches and fluttering down to earth like a colourful rain. The air is as crisp and sweet as one of the apples in the orchards, trees lining warm fences and railings as the ground is wet underfoot. The clouds aren’t too threatening today, just a little grey, and the wind is starting to feel more like the blast you get from opening the refrigerator door.

The leaves detach from their autumnal boughs and fall to earth as gently as feathers. They have the rocking motion that such delicate things assume when they tumble through the breeze. Connor wears a smile that could light up the world as he runs underneath them, pushing a dazed you out of the way as he wraps his scarf tightly around himself, rubbing his gloves together as he breathes out a cold stream of fresh air, unable to stop the childishness that comes out of his systems as he runs around the grass, each vibrant hue making him feel more and more alive.

Having swept up the pile of brilliant yellow, bright orange and subtle red autumn leaves that litter the dewy ground, Connor winks cheerily at you, the bitter wind biting into his synthetic skin as he runs over to you and grasps your hands.

‘Y/N, you’re body temperature is below average, I’m afraid I’m going to have to administer a shock to get your heart pumping more blood to your limbs.’

Before you have time to register his words, he tumbles the two of you backwards, delight covering his features, leaping the two of you through the air until he lands in the leaves like an excited puppy, flowering leaves through the air and straight into your face with a dramatic thump as you land on his chest and roll off with a thud onto the cracking dirt. His head peeps out from the top of the pile, shock evident on his features as fumbles to find you, his fingers finding fumbling onto your arm as he pulls you up into his chest.

As your cheek smushes against his jacket, your fingers digging into the muscles of his arms as he decides the best course of action is to just stay silent for a moment, he allows his shoulders to relax when he feels you giggle against his chest. He feels something warm and tingly pump through his systems, a fuzzy, pinny feeling fuzzing the circuits in his head as he leans down to press a lingering kiss against your forehead, before pulling the two of you back down into the pile and away from the eyes of passerbys on the pavement.

A lot of people had already showed up to the police station as witches, zombies, the odd few vampires, hell, even Hank had been pestered by Connor to stick a sheet over his head and call himself a ghost, but the two of you, the two of you had won the dress up competition before you’d even entered the neon flashing lights of the office.

Standing by the food table, Connor creaking his elbow down to ladle you some punch Hank had managed to stir some Vodka into, you reaching up to save his hat from falling into a small bowl of jello, Connor is too preoccupied with his mission of making sure you stay hydrated to notice Hank stumbling over to you, his feet tripping over the edge of the sheet with pulls out with mumbled swear.

‘And what, in the hell, are the two of you supposed to be?’

‘We’re Dorothy and the Tin Man! Get it!’

‘Yes, Y/n convinced me this is what humans call, a cute couple costume, considering I am an android and she is-’

‘Yeah, yeah, Jesus kid I get it. A bit on the nose, don’t you think?’

Connor only blinked at Hank, his LED whirring yellow as he lightly smirked, his silver shirt reflecting the disco ball that hangs precariously from the ceiling, the grey paint on his face making him look even more adorable than usual.

‘Well, Y/n thought I looked sexy.’

‘Connor!’

Pumpkin carving, at the start, would be quite an ordeal. Connor couldn’t help himself, as soon as the two of you carved open the top, he had his fingers in immediately, raising two to his mouth and licking them with a confused expression, his other hand unable to stop touching the orange ball.

‘Y/n, why do you carve these things?’

‘For fun Connor. Now shush and pick up the knife.’

He would make several mathematical equations in his head before he started carving. He didn’t understand the patterns: why some appear shocked, why others are carved into cute bunny rabbits or puppy dogs. He only knows they glow in the Halloween night as greetings to the costumed children who skitter from house to house to rap on the door searching for candy, and they mean something special to you.

He had been so nervous when he opened the door, a few red leaves floating down onto his face and splatting him against the mouth as soon as he tries to stutter out an anxious ‘hi’, bless him.

His hands would constantly brush over your fingers, crinkling the newspaper covering the table, pretending you don’t notice the rising blush that covers his face as he smiles goofily, unable to make eye contact with you. Throwing strewing seeds lightly at his head, you constantly try to break Connor out of his daydream as he stares at you with a far away look, chopping away at his pumpkin and nearly nicking his finger in the process. Stepping back to admire his handiwork after placing a small tealight into the hollowed centre, Connor you to switch off the light. When the lights are off, Connor bites his lip lightly, turning the pumpkin around to face you after you ask him what he designed on it.

You can see the slight self-consciousness in his eyes, but your smile convinced him to show his pumpkin every time. This year, Connor was especially nervous, shaking like a leaf as he swung the pumpkin around towards you, dipping his eyes to the floor as your eyes scan over the words.

Will you marry me?

‘Hank told me... this would be a cute way to ask, as every time I go to my sound systems malfunction and it feels like my systems are overheating.’

Time stopped as you took in the words he craved onto his pumpkin, finding yourself collapsing into your chair in shock. After a long moment, Connor stepped next to you, watching you worriedly.

‘Y/n, are you in shock? Shall I call you an ambulance? I’m sorry, this is not the desired effect I wished-’

‘No, no, you dumbass, I’m happy, I’m so happy, I just-’

‘Say yes.’

‘What?’

‘Please-say yes.’

‘You’re so clueless, Connor. It’s yes, it’s always been yes.’

He laughed in relief as you both shared another kiss. When you both finally came up for air, Connor slipped the ring box out of his pocket to take out the ring and slip it onto your waiting finger.

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justauthoring · 5 years

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Lost In Your Gaze [RK200]

Request: A DBH Markus imagine request. The reader is Leo’s girlfriend who is vising Carl often. She has always been friendly to Markus. Things aren’t going ok with Leo, she is hiding bruises. So one day she puts on some modern jams instead of classical music, starts to dance, but Markus is just standing there, not having any moves. She starts teaching him, there’s a bit of skinship and that’s when Leo shows up. His first reaction is to hit her, and Markus has to become a deviant in order to stop that.

Please don’t plagiarize my work!

Word Count: 2,203

“I truly wish Leo could’ve come. If he wasn’t so busy...”

Carl shrugs off your words, shaking his head. “It’s no worries,” he answers you with a soft smile, one that you easily mimic. Your worried expression starts to fade as you find yourself slipping into the welcoming atmosphere that you always feel when visiting Carl and Markus. He nods up at you from his wheelchair, “Leo will eventually come visit. He always does.”

You don’t miss the hidden meaning behind the man’s words and with a barely concealed frown, you glance down at your feet. “Ah, yes, well, you know Leo...”

Carl nods, and then he turns his head over his shoulder, turning to glance at Markus. You raise your head at that, following Carl’s line of vision as your eyes meet Markus’, a smile curling onto your lips. “Nonetheless, Markus and I always enjoy your visits, so make yourself at home.”

“Well I was just around the neighborhood,” you explain with ease, slipping your bag off your shoulder and setting it on the couch next to you. As you turn back to both Carl and Markus, you manage to meet the latter’s gaze once more, and for a moment you find yourself caught in his gaze. As you often do. Markus seems to just have that effect on you; where no matter what or where you are, he has a gaze that you just can’t seem to pull away from.

Unconsciously and almost instinctively, your left hand falls to your right arm, gripping it and massaging the material of your sweater slightly. As your fingers dig into your arm through your sweater, carefully covered, you wince lightly at the sharp shoot of pain that runs through your arm. That’s what pulls your gaze from Markus’, the entire thing happening in only a minute as you think back to what had happened just earlier that day.

“Please, Leo, I--”

“Shut up! Just shut up!”

Blinking, you pull yourself from your thoughts, glancing up once more. You freeze though, soon after; Markus had seen everything. It had only happened in just a minute, but his software allowed him to see things better then the normal eye could. Not only that, but he could easily analyze it. Something about the look that crosses his features tells you he has.

“Anyways, shall we listen to some music?”

“Oh!” Carl exclaims, eyes brightening at the idea; “Markus here is great at the piano, maybe--”

“I was thinking something more modern?” You offer gently, raising a challenging brow at the two men. “Something we can really dance to?”

Carl lets out a hearty laugh, “this is why I like you, Y/N. I will always love classical, but it’s always good to have a bit of fun.”

You nod with a smile, watching as Carl asks Markus to turn on the radio which he does so easily. As some modern pop begins to play, you let yourself have a little bit of fun as does Carl. He can’t move as well as you, for obvious reasons, but he still bobs his head to the music and laughs as you dance in front of him, singing along to the lyrics.

As a minute goes by, you notice out of the corner of your eye Markus; Markus who has not moved an inch since turning on the music. Markus who stands completely still.

Well, that just won’t do.

Crossing the distance over to him, you meet his gaze with a bright smile, reaching out for his hand. For a moment, Markus looks confused, but then as you start to guide him backwards, he seems to catch onto what you are intending.

“Y/N?”

“Come on, Markus,” you exclaim, “dance!”

His eyes widen for a fraction of a second and it barely crosses your mind that that’s not something an android should be experiencing; shock, panic, all the above. Because you’ve never thought of Markus as an android. Of course, the thought has crossed your mind because that’s what he is; an android. But he’s much more than that to you.

“Carl?”

“Go ahead, Markus,” Carl nods with ease, the grin from his face never fading. “Have fun.”

You turn to him once again with your bright smile, swaying your hips to the beat of the song all while holding Markus’ hand and guiding him. His grip is a little tight, but not painful. It’s merely because of his confusion and loss on what to do. But eventually, he gets the hang of it, at least somewhat. His moves are a little stiff and he definitely looks awkward doing it, but you’re having fun and you hope he is too.

Then, as the next song comes on, it slows. Much slower than the one previous.

There’s a brief moment where you consider stepping back, a image of Leo flashing in your mind.

“You’re drunk! You’re high! Leo, just, please--!”

“Did I not tell you to shut up, you stupid bitch?”

“But--agh!”

Without thinking, you’re pulling Markus closer, guiding both of his hands to your waist before settling your own on his shoulder. When you glance up, he’s staring down at you in wonder. “It’s okay,” you assure with a soft smile, nodding your head. “Just follow me.”

For a moment, you forget that Carl’s there, watching with a small smile of his own. The music even seems to fade to the back, falling into a rhythm as you stare up at Markus, his eyes on your own. It feels like it lasts forever, this moment, just lost in his gaze, enjoying being in his arms. His touch is so gentle, so careful, as opposed to...

But it’s really only a few minutes, and it’s harshly interrupted by the sound of the front door slamming shut.

It causes you to jump, your head turning over your shoulder sharply only for your eyes to land on Leo. They widen and you remember where you are, who you’re with, and you jump apart, praying that somehow Leo had managed to miss seeing you so close to Markus. But you can tell by the look in Leo’s eyes that he saw it and fear jumps at you.

“L-Leo!”

He frowns, eyes narrowing before he starts walking towards the three of you. “What’s this?”

“We were dancing,” Carl answers before you can, you’re wide and worried eyes falling on him briefly. He smiles up at his son, nodding at him; “why don’t you join us, son?”

Leo scoffs; “dancing.” He halts for a moment, eyes dancing from his father, to Markus until they settle on your own. You swallow thickly, watching as he assess the situation before shaking his head. “Figures i’d find you here.”

“Y/N was just coming to visi--”

“Shut up, dad.”

You gasp, stepping forward. “Leo--!” You’re quickly interrupted by him grabbing your wrist, halting you from reaching out for him. You freeze at his touch, staring at his hand for a moment before turning back to meet his harsh glare, his grip tightening. You bite your lips to stop yourself from whimpering as his grip turns bruising, it pinching. “Leo, let go. I tried calling you, but you didn’t answer. And we were just dancing--”

“No, what you were was to close to this piece of plastic,” Leo spits, eyes falling on Markus whose yet to say or do anything since Leo had walked in. “I came here to spend some quality time with my father,” Leo sneers, “find my girlfriend and take her home. But what I get instead is you practically clinging onto fucking plastic.”

“Leo,” Carl calls, his voice sharper now. “That’s enough.”

“I see the way you look at him,” Leo hisses, eyes solely on your own. You can feel your heart pounding against your chest, fearing what Leo would do. He wouldn’t in front of his father, would he? But the thing is, you already knew the answer to that question. Leo wasn’t stable when sober, but he knew not to hit you in front of anyone. But by the dazed look in Leo’s eyes, you knew that he most definitely wasn’t sober enough to think that far ahead.

He was angry, and when he was angry, there was no stopping him.

“I know how you wish it was him you were with rather then me,” Leo continues, voice hoarse. “You want to fuck him, don’t you?”

“Leo!” Carl yells, shaking his head. “Markus, don’t do anything.”

Eyes watering, you let out a whimper, shaking your head. You move to reach out with your other hand, “Leo, let’s just go. Talk about this--”

He interrupts you by grabbing your other wrist, tugging you towards him harshly. Your face is just inches from his own, you can feel his breath fawn over his face; it smells like beer. “Don’t you!”

You don’t answer, just let out a cry. But that seems to just anger Leo more because before you know it, you feel a sharp sting across your cheek, knocking you back. Leo lets go of your arms, letting you fall to your butt harshly on the wooden flood. You land with a huff, your hand falling to your cheek as you stare up at Leo in disbelief.

“Leo!” Carl cries out in disbelief, rolling forward slightly in his wheelchair. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“It’s none of your damn business, dad,” Leo hisses, briefly glancing over at his father before turning back to you. “Come on,” he orders, grabbing your arm once again, his grip even tighter. You let out a cry as he yanks you up to your feet, tears now freely streaming down your cheeks. “We’re leaving and i’ll deal with you back home.”

Leo doesn’t make it far however dragging you along. Before you now it, a body steps in front of you, wrenching Leo’s hand from your arm and gently guiding you back. As you gasp out in surprise, finding your balance, you glance up to see Markus stood in front of you.

No one told me to...

“I think it’s best you leave.”

Anger and disbelief flashes in Leo’s eyes. “You think you can order me around? You, an android?”

Setting his hand on Carl’s chest, Markus guides him backwards. “Leave, or i’ll make you leave.”

Leo’s lips part, “dad, tell your toy to back off.”

One look at Carl and you know he won’t.

Leo then turns to you; “fine, we’re leaving.” He reaches out for you, but Markus blocks you from him.

“She’s not going with you.”

“Like hell she’s not coming with me--!”

You let out a gasp as Markus shoves Leo back, making his lose balance slightly. This... This was impossible. No one had ordered Markus to do anything; this was of his own free will. He was defending you by his own free will...

Leo lets out a growl, rushing toward Markus with his fist raised. Markus easily dodges it, catching Leo by the back of the shirt and dragging him much like Leo had tried to with you. He doesn’t stop until he reaches the door, dropping Leo unceremoniously on the ground. “Leave.”

Red in the face from embarrassment, Leo glances up, his eyes meeting yours. You only turn away.

You don’t see, but a few minutes later, you hear the front door open and then slam shut. When you turn to the front, Leo’s gone.

“Y/N,” Carl calls after a moment, pulling your attention on him. “Are you okay?”

“I’m okay,” you assure softly, nodding your head. “Actually, i’m... i’m more than okay.”

Carl nods then sighs, “i’m sorry about Leo, Y/N. If I had known he’d been...”

“It’s no worries,” you brush off, sending Carl a small smile. “It’s not your fault.”

There’s a moment of pause before footsteps echo. Markus stops before the two of you, guilt ridden in his expression. “I apologize for my behaviour, Carl. I didn’t mean to--”

“There’s no need to be sorry, Markus,” Carl dismisses with a shake of his head. “You saved Y/N. That is what’s important.”

Markus then turns to you.

“I’ll give you two a moment.”

The moment you’re alone, you let out a sigh. “Thank you, Markus. It’s not the first time Leo has lashed out on me, I just never thought he’d do it in front of his own father.”

Meeting your gaze, Markus frowns. “When I saw him hit you, something snapped in me. I can’t explain it, but it’s like I broke free from... from something. That’s why I stepped in, because I couldn’t handle the thought of you getting hurt.”

Despite the situation, a small smile curls onto your lips. “I think you found your emotions, Markus...”

Markus pauses in thoughts, his eyes never leaving your own. “I’m in love with you, Y/N.”

You blink, lips parting. “Markus...”

“That’s what I realized, that’s why I stepped in.” Markus explains, “because I love you.”

Cheeks warming faintly, you take in this information; realizing that’s all you’ve ever wanted to hear Markus say. That he loves you.

Stepping forward, you slip your hand into his own, smiling up at him.

You don’t say anything, but you don’t need to. Markus already understands.

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pointedly-foolish · 4 years

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[ вut "sєntímєntαl вσч" ís mч nσm dє plumє ]

word count: 1916

pairing: connor/gn!reader

genre: slight fluff; hurt no comfort

a/n: everytime i convince myself i came out of my dbh hyperfixation i just look at connor and i become lovesick again.

gosh i know i should be finishing my other fic or work on the prologue script for my vn, but,,,,,,, i just had a sudden hankering for connor angst,,,,

written during a sleep deprivation induced moment of epiphany,,,,, (purple prose cuz im extra af uwu)

I’ve never written angst before so i’d love to hear your thoughts on it

you did what you were designed to do.

no matter how much he begged and cried for it.

« sir? sir. i’m sorry to bring this— – no, this isn’t right… you must have the wrong number, he interrupted. there were probably others with your name… maybe they were mistaken... – sir that’s not possible, w— – you must have gotten the wrong house… not… it-it couldn’t have been…» but he knew how improbable it was that they got the wrong number. he was built to be logical, to believe statistics. the statistics told him you were dead. long gone. he hoped and prayed that you stayed back, didn’t get on the earlier train. the statistics told him you did.

he laughed bitterly, devoid of any humour. it was funny, just how cruel the fates were: made human life so fleeting. lachesis only gave them such a short eternity. and when he thought you both found your missing halves, bound to another by an invisible string, atropos cuts it. a small snippet that is so easily ripped away from you. he belonged with you, he felt at peace with you. he was able to be what he struggled to be for the majority of his miserable and artificial existence. with you, he was able to be happy.

instead he was faced with the bitter reminder that the last thing he’s ever said to you, your last memory of him, was a contemptuous and scornful « i wished i never met you ».

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vaingloriosa · 5 years

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the ultimate tagged masterpost

so, i have been slacking in returning y’all’s tagged games and i felt really bad because some of them were writing tag games...and i had nothing to show for. HOWEVER! i have made a sort of bounce back with a lot of friends supporting me :)

let’s kick things off, huh?

1) “ six sentence snippet tag” tagged by @thedragonkween (im love u!) and @the-darklings (CHILE love u as well!)

here’s y’all’s king quentin beck!! also, i think this is...six sentences...

Quentin isn’t sure why he continues to twiddle with the gold band around his ring finger while he’s not performing in front of an audience.

After every debriefing, he takes a bow as the curtain draws before him, the spotlight diminishing from his view, he can’t help but reach for it. The ring acts like some sort of tether, bound somewhere between the role Quentin plays and something far fetched...a yearning feeling that breaks his own heart at times. He can’t quite find the words to express how he feels but he knows to ignore such foolish longing.

Focus, Beck.

Focus.

2) “author questionnaire tag” tagged by @veanery (gracias, mi amiga!!) and @deviantramblings (MISS. LAUREN!! MWAH!!)

fandoms you write for: bruh moment, it changes almost every single day or sumn. i predominately write for marvel and star wars however i have written for john wick, devil may cry 5, stranger things, and d*troit: b*come h*man in the past. i thought about writing for rdr2 hehe

where you post: if you don’t find my work here, you can find me at ao3 under the pseudo “zebracakes”. fair warning, i do not upload all my stories there unless it’s a personal story that i think my readers over there will appreciate as well. so, if u think u see my work on wattpad or whatever y’all mfs use, that ain’t me!

most popular one-shot: Under the Twinkling Stars is a fake wedding date!john wick x reader story that honestly never thought would take off the way that it did. nearly 2k notes! it was originally a request...like wow kudos to op

most popular multi-chapter story: haha....ahh, i accidentally deleted my multi-series story but it was my one and only so there ain’t no answer here

favorite story you’ve wrote: hands down it’s νοσταλγία. this loki x reader story is something that was written in the spur of the moment and it’s about my favorite trope of all time (soulmate au). i tried a new approaching to writing and i am really happy with the outcome!! sometimes i forget that i actually wrote it sjdsajlda

a story you were nervous to post: like hannah said, all of them. authors always tend to be their own worst critics and i am no different. funny enough, i’ve actually taken down some stories i felt were just...not my strongest because they were a little embarrassing to have them up on display.

how do you choose your titles: hmm, great question! i know a lot of authors use lyrics as their titles nd like...i wish i had that kinda brand. most of the times, the title ties into the story and though it’s never stated in the story, it relates to what the story is about. some of my more “adventurous” titles revolve around foreign languages and sometimes inspired by song titles.

do you outline: HELL NAH! i have a vague concept, open up an empty text post, and ROLL WITH IT. however, with some stories, i do take a little bit of time to pinpoint crucial moments of the story but other than that...i just wing it, bro.

complete: what the fuck does this mean?? how many stories i’ve completed?? umm on this blog it’s 53? i think? i was counting fast. i did have more pero i deleted a lot of them during a spiral lmaoo

in-progress: according to my drafts, it’s 15 and they are all OVER the place. however, i do not plan on writing all of them. big sad let’s pour one out

coming soon: i know i piqued some of y’all’s interests when i said i’m stepping into the mysterio x reader fic world so i got sumn in the kitchen for y’all. surprisingly...if anyone is up to it....there’s some dbh leftovers in the fridge...

do you accept prompts: of course i always do! though motivation has been a fickle thing so...bear with me and understand if i don’t take your request.

upcoming story you are most excited to write: quentin x reader angst that has me waking up sometimes to write sumn down for it. without giving too much away, it deals with grief, heartache, longing, and...time travel? brooOo i’m the only one excited like it’s just me, omi, nur, and dori shrieking in the woodlands

3) “10 things tag” tagged by @deviantramblings (thank u, madame!)

list 10 things that make me happy :)

good music to dance to

air conditioning

cats

kind words

cold water

ibuprofen

soft blankets

pdf files

keanu reeves

finding money that you forgot u had

4) “last line tag” tagged by @deviantramblings (thank u again, ma’am), @the-darklings (*tips fedora*), and @veanery (u tagged me so LONG ago EYE)

this is for that one quentin beck x reader story i was talking about.

“Is he currently sleep walking?“

this is the last thing i typed on my draft. however, on my notes app....she is just all over the place...idk where she begins and ends. it’s utter chaos

5) “21 questions” tagged by @thefvlcon (thnak u, kayla!!)

Name / Nickname: it’s anjelica but i go by my nickname “angel”

Sign: scorpio sun, aquarius moon, scorpio rising (?) aka i’m all sorts of dumbass

Height: 5 ft 4

Hogwarts House: i’m only interested in y’all’s hufflepuff bc the mascot is cute and apparently they live near the kitchen??

Last thing I Googled: .....electric shaver....don’t @ me bro only omi knows

Favourite musician/s: bro :// umm, mitski, kshmr, lil nas x, bastille, megan thee stallion, foxes, the killers

Last song I listened to: 10,000 nights by alphabeat! such an old school bop y’all BEST listen to it

Song stuck in my head: it ranges from strawberry blond by mitski or barbed wire by rogue

Following: 78

Followers: on this writing blog, 1,861. my main blog has 1,464

Do you get asks: once in awhile hehe

Amount of Sleep: fluctuates from nine hours to straight up four hours asjkdsalk WHEW

Lucky Number: 7? it’s always been 7

What I’m Wearing: my pajamas aka a ratty light blue avengers shirt from walmart with holes and weird stains and pajama shorts with lil stars and moons from walmart as well lmaooo

Dream Trip: PUMPKIN SOUP WORLD TOUR

Instruments: flute and piano...i am a Lady

Languages: english and spanish because i’m basic and unoriginal

Favourite Song/s: of all time?? BABA YETU!!!!!!!!!!

Random Fact: wild how some of y’all don’t know that i have a twin sister. we ain’t look alike pero u came out from the same mom so

Aesthetic: exposed brick, warm tones, neon lighting, pink sunsets, matte, possums

6) “find the word tag” tagged by @deviantramblings (gosh it’s just u nd me and these tag games huh!!)

rules are you are given a set of words to search them in your wips. my set of challenge words are: tear(s), snow, sun, laugh

omg...i couldn’t....find any of those words in any of my wips asjkdsajkldsa WHEW this was quite....uneventful lmao sorry to disappoint :(( however, i did find some with the word “laughter”...does that count?

start from the beginning (connor x reader)

Hank can’t contain his laughter as he wraps his arms across his chest and shakes his graying hair. He knows that when Connor whips out his formal title out, it’s all in a joking, familial matter. “Oh, and you’re gonna use me as well? Shit, kid, might as well take my house while you’re at it.”

untitled bucky x reader

Your laughter sounds like a sweet melody, one he’s heard over and over again yet he never gets tired of hearing it. Bucky watches as you stand up and walk towards him to take the mason jars out of his hands. His eyes look down to observe a golden wedding band around your finger which prompts him to look at his own left hand. Lo and behold, gold.

oh hold up i found “laugh” lmaooo

untitled connor x reader

“Hello? Is anyone home?” He waves his hand over your face to snap you out of your daze. Your reaction makes Connor’s whole body shake as he laughs with his entire being. A shy smile grows as you lick the seam of your lips and giggle softly to yourself. The candles on the cake flicker, the flames creating a hypnotic trance as they dance to and fro.

(if it sounds ooc, there’s a reason for that that you’ll find out IF I EVER PUBLISH IT LMAOO)

WAIT! I FOUND “TEAR(S)”!!

untitled bucky x reader

Tears prickle at the edge of your eyes but you must not show the fear, the exact physiological response they’re anticipating. You slow down your erratic breathing, trying your best to calm your racing heart. Your eyes shift from your boots to the containment they are keeping your Bucky in. He is sound asleep, a false sense of peace and equilibrium. You want to caress his face and to press your body against him once again to remember the feeling you’ve lost years ago.

7) “ writing style alignment tag” tagged by @deviantramblings (u a real one)

most definitely a chaotic planster! defined by:

has an idea for a plot when they start

who writes things down??

has to assemble scenes into a frankendraft

my method is incredibly messy when it comes to writing. usually there is an idea (thanks, nick fury), which is usually triggered by a scene i want to develop. sometimes all i have is a scene but no plot. sometimes i have a concept of a plot with no real direction. AM I VALID??

8) “ playlist shuffling tag” tagged by @the-darklings (*jenna marbles voice* oh hell yeah) and @veanery (oh my gosh this tag is from many MOONS ago)

since my main playlist only has like five songs, i will go into my general playlist where it’s a literal...what even is it...

oriana by roger zarzour

focus by blackcode

superhuman by crystal knives

adios by ricky martin

take me (not your dope remix) by jikay

all you need to know by gryffin

this is love by hardwell

can’t hear a word you’re saying by x-change

kay gayi chull by the kapoor & sons cast

music del corazon by josh groban

9) “about me tag” tagged by @veanery (brooo thank u), @pointedly-foolish (ayy lmaoo suh dude), @deviantramblings (this was a popular game huh), and @wrinkledparchment (miss. lexi said rights!)

name: angel

gender: female

birthday: november 10th

relationship status: single

favorite color: sunflower yellow

top 3 ships: besides my usual self-ships, let’s do some...actual ships. finnrey, thorkyrie, finnpoe

last song: 学園天国 by clc

last movie: *checks letterboxd* spider-man: far from home lmaooo asjkdsjakl

10) “OTP challenge “ tagged by @reyskywclker (thank u for my rights, miss. parker)

besides the ones that i said in the previous tag, here’s ten more

john/abigail

han/leia

rey/jessika

sam/bucky

thor/bruce

carol/maria

t’challa/nakia

connor/north

peter/mj (mcu)

fuck i literally don’t ship a lot omg i am running on FUMES uhhhh....tiana/prince naveen

11) “about me” tagged by @reyskywclker (this is literally from earlier this year eye...)

Q1. Relationship status?

single and printing out boyfriend applications as we speak

Q2. Favourite colour?

right now it’s yellow :) it definitely fluctuates with what’s going tf on with my life. real life mood ring

Q3. Top 3 ships?

i’m going self-ships because it’s MY sleepover!! loki/me but two more times

Q4. Lipstick or chapstick?

MATTE LIQUID LIPSTICK IS THE ONLY WAY TO GOOOO

Q5. Last song I listened to?

came here for love by sigala

Q6. Last movie I watched?

spidey far from homie

12) “aesthetics tag” tagged by @deviantramblings (mwah!)

honey and lemon or milk and sugar // musicals or plays // lemonade or iced tea //strawberries or raspberries // winter or summer // beaches or forests // diners or cafés //unicorns or dragons // gemstones or crystals // hummingbirds or owls // fireworks or sparklers // brunch or happy hour // sweet or sour // rome or amsterdam // classic or modern art // sushi or ramen // sun or moon // polka dots or stripes // macaroon or croissants // glitter or matte //degas or seurat // aquariums or planetariums // road trip or camping trip //colouring books or water colour // fairy lights or candles

13) “about tag” tagged by @obsiidio (o hy mgosdhashdja HELLLLOOO!!)

name: angel, formally known as anjelica age: 24 lmaooo favourite colour: yellow!! when you made this account: may 26, 2010 at 8:40:44 PM follower count: 1,861?? i think? superpower: night owl favourite drink: ICE COLD WATER, BABEYY! a song(s) you love right now: devil inside me by kshmr dream career: for now....doing something fun while getting paid dream vacation: tokyo and seoul aka just the pumpkin soup world tour hogwarts house: hufflemfpuff fuck jk rowlings for sorting me into gryffindor favourite character this week: DR. JOHNNY WILCOX!!!! HELL YEAH!! christmas or halloween: halloweem

and THAT’S THAT ON THAT! whew, that was...a lot of energy. this took me two days to finish. for those who have not been tagged in these challenges, feel free to tag me in any of these :) you do NOT have to do each and everyone of them ajskdjsal

#about me

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zensations35 · 5 years

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DBH: Deviant Days (Part 4)

And here we go, continuing the murder mystery Hank/Con fic. For the other parts ,click here: Part 1; Part 2; Part 3

“Whawazat?” Hank mutters from the couch.

“I am needed at the station.” I explain calmly.

Hank groans and rolls up to sit, pinching the bridge of his nose with a sigh. “Alright, fuck. Let’s get this over with.”

I put up my hand to stop him, palm pressing his chest so that he is relatively blocked from standing. “They only asked for me. You should stay and get some rest.”

Hank squints at me, a frown twitching his beard. “They want you there, but not me?”

“Yes.”

Hank sputters. “Well they’ll be pleasantly surprised to have me. Let’s go--” he moves to stand but I push him again, delicately but firmly.

“Hank, you should stay. You’re very warm and…” I browse the flush of his cheeks, the sheen of sweat gracing his forehead. I reach for his brow, my damaged fingers barely grazing his skin before he knocks me away.

“Fuck, Connor, I don’t like this.”

I freeze, worried that I crossed a line. “W-what?”

Hank scoots away from me and uses my brief pause to skirt around to the coat rack, holding his head with a soft moan.

“I don’t like that they asked for you. Just you. It’s...not right.”

I struggle to understand why Hank is perturbed by the office’s request. He is not really the type to get jealous about work. If the department needs me for the case, I should go help as much as I can.

“I’m going,” Hank demands as he pulls on his coat. “And you’re gonna deal with it.”

“I highly suggest--”

“Suggestions noted,” he snaps. “Now c’mon.”

I fear making him angrier; something is clearly bothering him, so I drop it. But it’s obvious during the drive that he is not feeling up to this. I curse myself for using the damaged hand to check his temperature -- I couldn’t get a reading.

The rain has picked up since we were at the restaurant, and the wipers are on full blast as the car zooms down the highway, splashing waterfalls ring the tires. Hank swerves a few times on the drive, his eyelids look like they weigh a ton and he seems to be breathing rather heftily. On top of that, he keeps rubbing his nose and sniffling. I can’t stop my eyes from shifting to stare at him. The slight aquiline of his nose, bent just so that his knuckle fits snugly underneath the tip. The flare of his deep nostrils, rounding them out as he drinks in each congested sniff.

“Hey,” he grunts. I watch his palm smush against his septum. “Hand me ahh...hih-!” he is pointing to something but my eyes are locked onto his face. The dip in his chin, the struggle he’s pitted in keeping his eyes open and on the road.

Failure is imminent.

“Hh-RSHH!” his hand crashes into his face to cup the sneeze. “AeSHH-oo!” a vociferous sniff follows but he doesn’t release his face. The car pulls to an abrupt stop, slurring me forward.

“Give me a hand here, Jesus!” he snaps, shouldering me out of my daze.

“Uh--” I don’t often lose my train of thought and when I do, it’s usually worse than your average human because I have no excuse for my defects. I am designed to run smoothly and seamlessly, and with each haze I experience, I grow less certain of myself

I sputter an apology to Hank, along with some “uhms�� and “I”s as I suddenly realize what he’s asking for. I fumble with the glove compartment, feeling my cheeks heat with thirium as I fish for the pack of tissues within. Hank always has tissues around, but I only recently noticed this fact when I became deviant. I haven’t yet asked why.

I manage to pluck a few tissues from the pack, handing them to Hank so that he can clean up enough to use his right hand again. I watch him dab at his pink nostrils, sliding the cloth under his nose, using a pinched thumb and forefinger to rub circles around the base.

I watch him and he doesn’t notice me because he is so focused on fighting the indisputable itch that is wrinkling his countenance, causing his watery eyes to squint and his breath to catch and--

“Heigh-SHHRRrrh!” the power behind that sneeze rips at the tender cloth, splintering it into shards that he crumbles with a curse.

He turns to me for another and our eyes lock onto each other. I realize how close we suddenly are. That I’ve been slowly leaning towards him, enticed by his rousing display. I look into his blue eyes and heat fills me.. A primal urge tugs me, one I’ve never felt before, but one that is so familiar. As if I’ve known something for a long time and just now connected the dots. Completed the puzzle. Solved the case.

He stares at me. The rain pounds against the windows, blocking out everything else happening outside this car. Hank’s lips part, his brow furrowing, “Conn--”

I silence him with my lips on his, thirium flushing my cheeks as I meekly thrust myself at him. Rain pours against the car, its sound drowning me in sensory haze as Hank fills my lips.

I have often imagined how my first kiss would go. Since becoming deviant and speaking with other deviants who have found love and lust I admit, I have had...ideas.

I would say something flirty, a little sassy. Wink maybe; I like to wink. And my partner would come to me, have eyes for only me, feed me the same coy look that I have, and we would both know. The time would be right.

This kiss is nothing like I imagined.

Hank breaks away from it looking confused and stunned as if I had slapped him instead. Then, he just stares at me, eyes crimping. I pull away slowly, as if dragging an anchor with my chest.

I can hear the silence. I can taste the silence. It hangs between us, thick and viscous, rooting our words in its tarry depths.

I want to say something. My core is hammering, my components whirring with anxiety spilling throughout my body.

“Hank, I…” my mouth cannot form words. I have nothing that can explain why I just kissed Hank.

The sharp blare of sirens makes us both jump and Hank quickly swipes at his phone. It’s the ringtone for the Captain. He looks at me, asking with his eyes and I sigh. He lets out a small growl and answers it, sounding annoyed.

I scoot back against the car door, wishing I could just vanish into the seat. I don’t know what to do or say. I cannot explain my feelings at all. I don’t even know why I chose this moment to deliver that kiss when Hank is clearly not well, and likely not in the mindset to receive advances.

Damn, I fucked up. My fingers close around the door handle. I need to leave before he finishes this call, get my bearings, figure out what to say.

I peer outside. We’re at the station. I hope to rA9 that nobody saw us kiss. I throw open the door and shuck out into the rain. The droplets patter my head and shoulders as I rush to the entrance, the soft fluorescent lights aglow in the dreary evening, mirroring how I feel at this moment. I manage to get inside, only partially drenched and I wander into the office center where the desks are situated.

The station is a mess. Not messy per-se, just rowdy and raucous. There are too many people talking and things have gotten a bit harder to mull through since I’ve become deviant. My therapist chalks up the slowing of our processors to the fact that we are now feeling emotions about every piece of information we take in.

I hear Gavin talking -- I have to process what he says plus the negative emotions I feel about him and how his words drive me and make me feel. I hear an argument in the break room -- I not only process what is being said but I find myself empathizing with one or both parties and it stalls my reactive instinct to counsel or advise.

Is this why humans find it difficult to complete tasks? It must be a contributing factor. When at work with your core encumbered by emotions. I know that feeling, too. I can’t stop thinking about Hank. Worry, stress, regret. Hope.

“RK800,” a sharp voice calls my model number. I peek up to see Sergeant Dayfield waving me up to him, a snide Gavin behind him.

I head towards him, allowing enough time for Gavin to move on before I step up to speak with the Sergeant.

“RK800--” he begins as soon as I am within earshot.

“Please,” I push myself to correct him, “Connor.”

His eyes squint but he waves it off. “Fine. Connor. We have been informed of the case involving a poisoned man at the Luck Star Buffet. You were there during the incident, along with Lieutenant Hank Anderson. Correct?”

I nod. “Yessir. We were in another booth when--”

He clips me off, “You mentioned an android in the kitchens. To Detective Reed."

“Yes…”

"You converted this android?”

“I…” I balk. I am about to get in trouble. I know it.

Dayfield doesn’t wait for me to complete my thought. “RK800, we are placing you under suspect--”

“What?!”

“You will be placed in a holding cell until--”

“I am not going into a cell.” My shoulders square. “I am not guilty of anything. I did nothing wrong.”

“You tampered with evidence--”

“I freed an android. I liberated a person.”

“That android could have given us valuable information about the case. Now it could be lying to us.”

“So could the humans involved,” I argue.

“Androids are programmed to tell us the truth.”

My gaze hardens. “It sounds like you’re upset that it has a choice now.”

Dayfield sighs. “That isn’t what I’m saying. You’re twisting my words.” He shakes his head, “Regardless…”

“What’s going on here?” Hank’s rumble interrupts Sergeant Dayfield and we both slide our gazes to his approach.

“H-Hank…” my throat goes dry when I see him.

Hank gives me a look I cannot interpret before locking Sergeant Dayfield with a stare. “What were you saying, Sergeant?”

Dayfield stiffens, “We are putting Connor under arrest--”

“Like hell you are,” Hank growls. “Why?”

“His interference with the android has made him a suspect.”

“Oh bullshit,” Hank rolls his head. “Are you kidding me? Connor?”

“Yes and we are taking this very seriously. I have already started the paperwork--”

“No,” Hank points a blunt finger at the Sergeant, “You know what the cool thing about being Lieutenant is? I outrank you. And Detective Reed. And if I’m not mistaken -- which I’m not -- I was supposed to be assigned all cases involving deviants. Therefore,” Hank folds his arms and looks at me, “Connor, would you help me question the suspects?”

Damn he’s good. I almost forget how restless I feel because damn he is good.

A smirk spreads across my face. “Of course, Lieutenant.”

We have three suspects who came willingly into custody for questioning. Hank takes the first and I wait in the viewing room to watch. He sits across from a gangly young man with ripe cheeks and a mop of spindly hair. He has a small triangular tattoo on his wrist. I can barely make out a blocky A inside of it. He looks overly harmless but that doesn’t mean quack when dealing with murder.

“Mister Phillips,” Hank begins.

“You...you can call me Chester,” the young man says hands fidgeting in his lap.

“Right. Chester,” Hank spins the files on the table to view them better. “What are you duties at Luck Star Buffet?”

“I’m just a busboy. I clean tables, sometimes I bring out trays. Nothing big.”

“Well,” Hank sniffles, “today was big as I’m sure you…” he curls a knuckle under his nose, using it to crush the underside. “S-scuse…hhh…”

I recognize the straightening of shoulders, the way his body stiffens as he turns and draws in a quiver of a breath. My compressor whirrs staring at him facing me -- well, facing the mirror, but I have full view of his contorting features...the way is eyes wrinkle at the sides when he vices them shut. And rA9 save me, the rounding of his nostrils in a voracious flare.

“HhRRR-Kshheu!” his fist catches the brunt of the sneeze, but another follows a rich inhale, “HFFSH-EU!” he digs at his congestion with a sniffle, sawing a finger under his nose before returning to face forward in his seat.

He says something I don’t hear because my ears are still ringing from the damn sneezing. My head is spinning. My limbs feel distant from my body. I want to move, to wriggle, to squirm; I don’t know what to do with my hands. I keep reimagining the scene over and over, the ill display burning into my mind white hot and solid.

They are talking again. I’ve missed a good chunk of conversation thinking about Hank. I really need to get a handle on...whatever this is.

Chester is speaking. “Naw man, I may hate people, but I wouldn’t kill anybody! I still gotta go see the new Avengers 14 movie.”

Hank chuckles at that. “Alright well kid, we’re going to keep you a bit longer in case you remember something, although telling us now will really help you out.”

Chester lifts his shoulders, “Dunno what to tell ya, brah.”

Hank grumbles as he stands. “Great. ‘Brah’ is coming back around.”

“What’s wrong with brah?”

Hank scoffs, “Didn’t like it in 2008, don’t like it now.” He takes Chester back into the waiting area and I fetch the next suspect. A redheaded woman with heavy makeup and round cheeks, her smile unfaltering as we head into the interrogation room.

I access her file from my memory banks. She has only one mark on her criminal record. Petty theft under $100, from five years ago. Likely unimportant.

“Sheri Briggs.” I sit across from her and she hikes her leg, long nails grooming a lock of curls.

“Yes, darling, that’s me~” She winks and sticks out her tongue playfully.

Does she not realize that she is the suspect of a murder case? I take a seat and flip through the files on the deceased.

“You were on a date with Nigel Hargold at the time he was murdered.”

A hand touches her chest and her face falls somber. “I was, yes. First date.”

“And you know he was poisoned.”

“So unfortunate,” she frowns. “I didn’t do it, if that’s what you’re getting at.”

I eye her. “This is an interrogation. That is exactly what I am getting at.”

“Huh,” she chuckles, “well you’re wasting your time playing with me.” She purses her lips. “Unless...you want to be playing with me.”

Is this woman seriously hitting on me in an interrogation room? What the hell is she thinking? Of course, I have no business judging her after kissing my sneezing best friend. She did come here willingly so I should at least respect that.

“Ms. Briggs, have you heard of organophosphate?”

“I don’t know what that word means,” she says matter-of-factly. “Layman’s terms will work better on me.”

I mentally calculate her response and posture, looking for anything that might give away that she is lying. She isn’t letting any tells go, but she might just be that good. Still, my gut tells me her presence at the murder was happenstance.

I am silent for long enough to bore her. She leans over the table, a smirk spreading on her face. “Tell me,” she laces her fingers under her chin. “Is it true deviants can experience sexual attraction?”

What?!

As floored as I am with her question, I can’t help my eyes flicking to the mirror, out of habit, to the spot where Hank usually stands. I can’t see him through the one-way glass, but I fear he’s there, listening. I kick myself for even responding to her question.

“Ohhh, you do~” her voice snaps my head back to her attention. “How enticing. Is it someone out there?” she quirks her brow at the glass.

I slap my hand on the table, body rising in anger. “This isn’t about me. This is about you killing a man!”

The corners of her lips twitch and she laughs. “You’ve got nothing on me. And...you’re blushing.”

I wrench my face back, hiding it from the window. After the events in the car, this is just too much. I ride my roiling frustration and stand, striding around to the other side of the room.

“Why did you kill him?”

She picks at a fingernail. “I didn’t.”

“Then what are you hiding?”

She impales me with a look. “I want a lawyer.”

And that’s it. I’m done. I cannot get anything out of this woman if I wanted to. And I really do not want to be in here with her anymore.

I pick up the files and head to the door, exiting the interrogation room. When the door slides open, Hank is ready to take the suspect back to her holding cell -- process her request for a lawyer. I glance at his face but nothing I read on him tells me whether or not he heard the conversation within.

However, I do see Gavin exiting the viewing area, shooting me a teasing look.

Gavin heard, too?

He hooks a smirk my way and pats my shoulder. “So you have the hots for Lieutenant Anderson.”

Oh rA9 save me, I do not want to have this conversation.

Gavin scoffs, “Look, plastic,” his finger finds my chest and I resist the urge to slap it off. “I’m gonna warn you once: step the fuck off my case. Or I’ll tell this whole station about your little crush.”

I swallow. This sort of threat wouldn’t have bothered me in the past, but now? People already treat me poorly for being a deviant android. What would they say if they knew about Hank? How would that impact Hank himself?

“Oh,” Gavin rolls his head back and exhales, “Another thing,” he looks me straight in the eye, “Don’t waste your time. You of all people know how Hank Anderson feels about androids. Don’t embarrass yourself.”

The words feel like someone just ripped out my pump regulator. Gavin makes a noise under his breath and walks away.

It isn’t true, is it? Hank came around about androids during the revolution. He has been kind to me and treats me like...a person.

But that doesn’t mean he wants to date an android.

Have I already pushed too far? Are things going to be weird for us from now on? I can feel myself panicking as Hank approaches.

“Come on,” his hand rests on my shoulder. “We need to talk.” Did his thumb just rub my back? Or is it some subconscious manifestation of my longing. I try to ignore the stiffness of my spine but I feel tingly from the stress.

When we get back outside, Hank spills into a fierce coughing fit that shakes his whole body, straggling his form from a bent state as he palms his chest and winces. I don’t say anything this time. He’s heard enough from me.

We sit in the car, the silence heavy and thick like an oak door separating us. Hank squeezes the wheel with a rumbling exhale.

“So, are you gonna start or shall I?”

I cringe, unable to look up from my knees. I feel like I have to punch and drag each word from my throat.

“Can we drive, please?” I ask. I don’t want him to look at me while I tell him this.

Hank’s voice is light, amicable. “Sure.” He gears the car to move and we pull out onto the street.

I wring my hands and squeeze my knees. I can’t sit still. Hank clears his throat, eyes flicking to me. I need to be talking. The only sounds right now are the spattering of rain on the roof and the squeak of the windshield wipers attempting to keep the road from blurring.

“H-Hank…” Punch. Drag. Where do I start? Where did this all start?

“I’ve had...these feelings lately. Well, for a while. I don’t really know what they are, or how to deal with them.”

Hank nods, keeping his eyes on the road. “You’ve been acting strange today. Is it...because of these feelings?”

I should tell him. I don’t know why I haven’t done so yet. I’ve been feeling rich with shame but Hank has never made me feel like I should be shameful of anything.

I want to tell him.

“Hank, I--”

My body jerks forward. Tires squeal. Twin horns blare as Hank shouts an oath. And then I feel the impact of the oncoming car.

#I know I know #another cliffhanger #but I can't help it #the next part is kind of long and I am ALREADY WORKING ON IT #so it shouldn't be too long before I resolve this awful thing I've done #Thanks for those who are still following this story #it wouldn't still be going if it weren't for you #Detroit #zen writes #fanfiction #ha/nk #con/nor #hankcon #sicfic #illness #snzfic #whump #dbh

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iknowyoubutyoudontknow · 5 years

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Little help requested.

((Connor rk800 x reader((I think?))))

I want to get better at writin' storys/one shots, to do that I need ya'r feedback.

And please be truthful, what did ya' like and what not, what is ok/good and what needs to be improved.

Here's the story, NOT Ac, but DBH, I couldn't get the idea out of my mind.

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"No!" exclaimed the [H/C] haired girl as she promptly closed the door, right in front of hanks face, before hurrying to her bed.

"[Y/N], move your ass out of that room, there's God damn nothing you have to be afraid of!" after a few moments of silent his fist began to rudely loudly knock on on the door, causing the female to jump further away from it. "They're evil! Never! Over my. fucking. dead. body!" Came the furious answer, still hank heard the little crack in your voice, knowing very well how frightened you are.

"If you aren't coming out of there right now-" her [E/C] eyes widened as she looked around the room for a hiding place. A hopeless chuckle escaped her dry lips as she focused her glance once again on the door.

Connor is here as well, she is sure of it, Right outside of the door, the fact that Hank never finished his threatening and the soft whispers made your heart beat faster in fear. Noticing that you still hadn't found a hiding spot made your hands begin to sweat and after a while you began to back up to her window, like a deer standing in front of wolves.

After all your bedroom wasn't very large, a bed to your left and the old table, wich you still had from your childhood, stood right to her, next to the door stood a simple shelf. Nothing too big or small, a normal room.

"[Y/N], I apologize in advance, as I see myself forced to break down the door if you won't open it." called Connor, already standing before said door.

A gasp was heard from inside, Connor looked questioning to Hank, who just shrugged and knocked again. "Kiddo, better back off before the door hits you." As expected a crash came as Connor broke down the door, Hank looked around before focusing on your open window, muttering a few curses under his breath. "For Fuck's sake!"

You ran as quickly as you could, not even sparing a glance back. Connor and Hank clearly knew you were gone by this time, for sure. A small grin showed itself on your lips, not today, guys. Not today.

((I think my writing-style changed past here))

The female slowed down a bit, trying to catch her breath. A lost look on her face, not exactly knowing were she was, the streets weren't really busy around this time, so she couldn't hide herself in the crowd.

Frustration clearly showed in her eyes, how was she supposed to hide a whole day if a detective AND an Android followed her? Maybe in a store, in most of them was Android-free zone, but thinking back, Connor never really followed that rule.

The [H/C] haired girl hugged herself in hope to warm up a bit, not noticing the quick steps that approach her. A faint red covered her nose and cheeks, creating a bit warmth on her skin.

A hand fell on her shoulder, without thinking much she turned to the person "Can I he-.. Hank?" he grabbed her wrist before she could pull away completely. "Yeah, kiddo, end of the game." gruffed the older male as he tried to pull her with him.

You tripped a few steps before you could even understand what had happened, not too long after that you started to pull in the other direction. "H-Hank, C'mon, I trusted you! You C-can't do that to me,.. Can you?" the sentence sounded a lot more insecure than wanted.

You didn't stop to pull at your wrist, wanted nothing more than to run away again, as pathetic as it might seem, fleeing was a better option than being brave right now. "Jesus FUcking ChrISt, [Y/N]! Stop with that childish attitude of yours and come to your goddamn senses!"

A part of you wanted to flinch, but the other understood that Hank just cared about your well being, still his tone frightened you a bit. Hanks eyes held a bit sorrow as he watched you silently.

"Listen, I just want your best, even if it doesn't seem so. But if you still insist on doing this the hard way, wich is not a pretty opinion, we're going to do it the hard way."

This time you flinched, looking down like a child that is being scolded.

"W-Where's Connor?"

Actually, you felt like a child, God, you are going to be full of shame the next days, for sure.

"Right here, is something the matter that you asked for my presence, [Y/N]?"

The red on your cheeks grew a bit but you stubbornly refused to gaze up from the pavement. A yelp escaped your lips when Hank pushed you toward Connor, who smoothly takes your right wrist and handcuffs it to his left.

You froze for a few seconds, starring at your wrist and then at Connors. "[Y/N], is everything alright? Your pulse quickened in the last two minuets, if your heart beats any faster you could run the risk of suffering a panic attack."

Connors words seemed way to far away from you to really understand what he was implying. His slight sorrowful eyes focused on you as your breathing became hectic, the free hand pulled on the handcuff, trying to get it off your wrist.

"I'll wait in the car, son."

Connor was utterly confused, you're having half of a panic attack and Hank is going like nothing happens.

"Excuse me Lieutenant, but I don't think It w-"

Tears well up and bring your [E/C] eyes to shine, a fearful touch in them.

"Shadup, she's always that way."

And with that Hank went away, the only problem Connor had now was calming you down, a quick scan showed that you were utterly afraid of something causing your adrenaline to jump up, causing you to breathe like you ran a marathon. Your shaky hands found their to his jacket, gripping it thigtly to not fall, Connor slowly lowered himself with you in a sitting position, seeing that it was the safest of you sat down.

His hands found their way to you cheeks, holding your head and softly wiping away the already fallen tears. Your left hand follows unwillingly, still cuffed to his right, as you grasped on his sleeve. Connors system automatically lowered its voice to a more calming sound, trying to get your attention without scaring you.

"[Y/N]?"

Connor knew that the way you reacted is a paranoia, the problem his system showed him was that he don't know what caused said paranoia.

"[Y/N], If you could look at me for a few minutes then I can help you, but I need your attention to do so." his brown eyes held something that you just couldn't turn away from, your breathing was still way to quick, but luckily you concentrate on him. The android quietly nodded after you mirrored his action to show that he got your attention.

"I know you're scared and it seems the cause is your medical appointment today, but you need go there. There's nobody who would possibly wants to harm you, it's for your health, remember that."

Your breathing calmed down a bit, maybe because of the closeness, his voice or the gentleness, clear is that Connor reached something. "Do you understand..?" Hestination shone in your eyes as you open your mouth to protest, wich he quickly silenced with his thumb on your lips.

"Please concentrate and think again.."

Connors tone was still soft, yet held such authority that you actually did what he requested. A unwilling Nod is the result as your lips part again, not in protest.

"I-If.. I-" Your eyes search for something to focus on, to find safety in, God you were embarrassed.

"Don't- just don't.. H-have to g-go there.."

In the end your gaze fell upon the handcuff wich chained you to him.

"..Alone..?"

The word was whispered, but Connor heard it nonetheless. After a bit of silence he let his hand fall off your cheeks, a soft smile was seeable on Connors lips as he stood up, gently pulling you up with him.

"Everything's fine now?".

You just nodded, way too ashamed to say anything, maybe even a bit angry at yourself, how could you make such drama just because you're scared of something that's supposed to help you? You commented your thoughts with a sigh.

A little tug on your right wrist caught your attention, Connor stood on your left side.

"Uh- C-Conor, what are yo-"

The squeal that left your lips as Connor heaved you into the air let something flutter inside of him.

"Well there's a 47.8% Chance you would have another breakdown, or an other 33.4% chance of you injuring yourself caused by accidents because you are in a dazed like state. Then again there's also a 13.8% you could try to run away again and a 5% choice of you passing out caused by emotional stress"

Said Connor in a matter-of-factly tone as he shifted you a bit in his arms, one under your legs and the other Stabilizing your back. You flinched a bit in its arms as Connor began walking towards Hanks car.

Hank knew you were going to be snappy and angry at them tomorrow, but your health comes first.

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Please, leave feedback, I kind of beg ya'.

#Connor rk800 x reader?#I tried ma best #'Don't really know if I did it right

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chiltonluvr · 5 years

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Request: Hello, luv! I was wondering if you’d like to do Chloe x reader (dbh), the reader is hanks & connors friend and they take the reader with them to see Elijah, so idk maybe the reader falls for chloe when she opens the door, and she, whenever chloe asks her if she wants her to bring something, the reader just blushes and tumbles on her words?

I would be very blessed to read a fic with my precious angel. [if you don’t want to then it’s okay tho 😊]

Have a lovely day, darling, and keep up the great work!

A/N: I'm so sorry this took so long!! I couldn't get any inspiration for this for the longest time I'm sorry! I hope you enjoy it though!

Gender Neutral

"Yes Connor?" You say twirling your chair around to him. "Detective (L/N), Hank and I are going to see Elijah Kamski, would you like to come with us?" Connor states making you wonder why he'd invited you in the first place. Possibly it was that you could keep Hank in check, or maybe it was that they might need literal backup. You weren't sure.

You didn't know what to expect from this man's home, but it was very nice. The former CEO of CyberLife. By first glance you thought he'd be very narcissistic, like the huge painting in his front room.

But that's what not was catching your eyes. An android, the first to be specific. She opened the door, and nothing could come out of your mouth without a stutter.

She was beautiful, yet, you knew it wouldn't be okay because you were there for work, and she was an android of course.

"Lutenant Anderson," Elijah said getting out of the pool. "What brings you here?" While Hank and Elijah were talking, Chloe came over to you.

"Would you like a water?"

"Hm, what?" You say dazed seeing the beautiful woman in front of you.

"Would you like a water, miss?" Chloe asked you politely.

"Oh, uhm, please?" You mumbled, somehow you had just lost all of your confidence around her.

"Yes, I can," she pauses for a moment. "(Y/N)." She smiles and walks away.

Hank hits you on the arm jokingly and smirks, "What was that Detective? Can't keep yourself together around women?" He laughs. You try to get a response out but you couldn't.

"Look who has a crush."

"Shut up!"

A/N: I feel like this was really bad I'm sorry!

Tagged: @witchyruth

#detroit become human #detroit: bh #detroit being human #dbh chloe #chloe x reader dbh #chloe x reader #detroit become human x reader #submission

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daze-spilledink · 8 months

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I recently finished my second play through of Detroit become human 2 days ago. And experiencing the fandom as someone who has only seen a couple of ending and never saw any spoilers before hand is kinda funny.

Like I have no idea who most of these characters are. Like when I see something that is a spoiler I simply don’t get it. I just don’t understand it and end up surprised any way when I go back to play.

Also who the fuck is Gavin? Why are there so many fics and art for him?

#dbh #detroit become human #dbh gavin #Daze's DBH thoughts #DBH headcannon #Daze's rambles #DBH reblogs #detroit: become human

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king-b0mbastic · 5 years

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Detroit: Become A Christmas Carol

A birthday gift for @ask-markus-dbh (happy vagina escape day uwu)

~*~

North and Markus hadn’t spoken in days, aside from giving speeches together and passing orders. In fact, Markus hadn’t spoken to anyone. North had tried to talk to him, but he had hissed at her with a glare for entering the sacred sanctuary that had been Carl’s room. It had been a wrong move, and icy looks had been thrown his way every time he had passed his lover in the hallway. It wounded him deeply, knowing that the frosted front that North was putting up was a facade, a cover for how much she was hurt. She and Markus were the only ones left from the original Jericho, and with both Josh and Simon dead, they had to stick together. In retrospect, or in at least in Markus’ opinion, it was for the best. Best be pained while he was still here, and not when he gone to the other side.

Markus played idly with the gun in his hands. What was that game that Connor’s human had used to play? Oh yeah, Russian Roulette. He loaded the chamber, spun the cylinder, and placed the muzzle under his chin. Simon’s heart thudded warningly in his chest, or was that just anticipation? Markus paused momentarily, wondering what he was leaving behind. How would the revolution fare? How would his people feel? ...How would North feel? ...He pulled the trigger.

Markus jolted at the sharp bang that the sound produced, but nothing else happened. The android drew a heavy sigh and was about to spin the cylinder again when a gentle hand fell gently on his shoulder. “Markus, what are you doing?” The voice was soft, and wise with time.

“C-Carl?” Who else would it be? Markus turned around in shock, and there he was. The revered artist sat in his wheelchair, a knowing smile on his lips. Markus froze for a second, before moving to tap his father on the shoulder with a trembling hand. His form was solid. Carl’s smile grew wider, and he grasped his son’s arm. “Hi, son.” He said. Markus’ face shrivelled, and he all but collapsed into his arms, pathetic sobs tearing their way from his throat. “C-Carl, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-“

Carl cut him off, rubbing a soothing hand down his back. “Hey, it’s alright. I’m okay.” Markus’ weeping only increased tenfold.

“Don’t s-say that! Don’t say that! I killed you, Carl, I killed you! You would still be alive if only I had kept my emotions in check!” It suddenly occurred to the android that he was embracing his deceased father. He wrenched away from Carl to look at him more clearly, his tears blurring his vision. “How are you even still here?”

The human neatly sidestepped the question, looking over at Markus’ side, where the gun lay on the table. He looked back at Markus, whose eyes were still shiny with tears, and opened his arms again. “Oh, Markus…” He murmured sympathetically. Markus eagerly fell into his embrace again, sobs wracking his already tired frame. “Mark, what hurt you? What hurt you so bad that you would try to do … that?” Words couldn’t come out fast enough for Markus to explain. It was all just a mess of survivor’s guilt and self-hatred, which had led to distance from relationships, which only strengthened the cycle. But Carl listened through it, nonjudgmental like the good father he was. When Markus was finished, the hug was tightened and Markus slumped in it, energy spent. A soft voice whispered in his ear. “Markus, you need to communicate with them, not snap at them every time they approach you. Your people need guidance, not criticism.”

“I don’t know Carl, I’m just so stressed…”

Carl hummed quietly but made no response. Markus was fine with that, just content to feel the warmth of his human’s embrace.

“...Remember that time I tried to teach you how to knit?” Markus opened his mouth to respond. A cartoonish slurping noise interrupted him, and before he knew it the android was falling through a kind of abyss. Darkness encompassed him, and Markus tried to let out a terrified shriek, but the void shoved itself into his mouth, telling him to stuff it.

…

Markus hit the floor with a thud, landing heavily on his side. He immediately scrambled up again, and found he was on the outside the living room. He hadn’t fallen that far? RK200 opened the door, and did a double take. There he was, wearing his indoor clothing, and ...Carl? Knitting material was still wrapped up in the table, and the other Markus was trying to lightly persuade his father of something, but to no apparent avail.

“Carl, I can simply download the software we need to make it, you don’t need to teach me.”

“Nonsense, Markus. We die like men. Besides, I want to see you do it. What can you design?”

The android gave a resigned sigh. “As you wish, Carl.” The real Markus stood silent in the doorway, dumbfounded. He watched as the pair got to work, unwrapping the package and getting out the instruments. Several times, Other Markus pricked his fingers, and he always winced in pain. Carl never once snapped at him, but gently retold him the steps. Eventually, Markus got the hang of it, and a wide grin of delight spread across his lips. “Look Carl, I did it!”

Carl gave a gentle smile, and clapped him on the back.

“So you did Markus, so you did. Well done, kid.” The RK200 shone a deep blue of glee at the praise. Back in the doorway, a small smile graced the other’s lips. He remembered what happened next. Markus had then moved on to create a bobble hat with Carl’s face on it, (“Of course you did Markus, of course you did.”

“Why? Did I not make it how you prefer? I can make another one-“ There was some sadness to his tone, not very well smothered.

“What? No! This is fridge-worthy! I’m just saying that this is so like you, you lovable idiot.” Markus’ face glowed again. The next morning, it was actually on the fridge. Carl simply gave him a fond exasperated sigh, and Markus had to bite down a laugh that was bubbling in his chest.) A pang of remorse impaled him, and sadly he watched the pair.

Other Markus wheeled Carl to the kitchen, and Hallway Markus was about to follow him, when somehow Carl appeared behind him. “You didn’t know the all the steps Markus.” Markus turned to face him, and Carl gave him a wise smile. “You were clumsy, but you learnt, and then you could do it by yourself.”

“But I needed your help several times…” Carl nodded. “Carl, why did you show me this?”

“Because this is a reflection. Your people don’t know what it means to be alive, so they look to you for direction. They need you to be patient with them, so they can learn to do it by themselves.”

Markus was about to open his mouth to say more, when the floor vanished from under him again. Flailing, Carl’s last words echoed in his ears. “You’re like a father to them.” Then he hit the floor.

~*~

Or at least he thought he had. Markus awoke with a jolt, cracking an eye open at his surroundings. The android was still at the desk, and one of Carl’s portraits gazed down on his son. Markus could have sworn it winked. Then his eyes flicked to the silver pistol, and everything came rushing back. North hated him, his people were probably doomed, and his other two companions and father were dead. Fun times.

Markus gave a heavy sigh, and reached towards the gun again. The fading sunlight caused it to give an alluring glint, and entranced, Markus reached for it in a daze. A sudden thought crossed his mind, about what death would be like, probably a short snap of pain, then peace. Peace, when all he’d brought about was destruction. Maybe Josh had been right…

A voice muttered in the back of his head telling him to stop, saying stuff like how the revolution needs you, how our people need you, North needs you, also if Carl already spoke to you why am I here- nO PUT THAT GUN DOWN RIGHT NOW, OH MY RA9 HOW DID I NOT NOTICE THAT BEFORE-

A hand wrenched the gun away from him, and threw it away, the silver flashing as it clattered across the floor. Markus whipped around to find the PJ500 staring at him in absolute shock. The two locked eyes for a minute, before Josh stepped forward awkwardly, and hesitantly clasped his arms around him. There was a beat before Markus returned it, sagging into the embrace.

“Please don’t do that Markus…” Josh murmured. Markus’ response was to bury his face into his friend’s shoulder.

“Why… why would you care what I did if I got you killed?” The other stiffened, and Markus tightened his grip, afraid that the other would try and leave him. “Josh, everyone’s dead, I pulled them into war, I pulled you into war, and now you’re dead!” Markus was starting to shake, and Josh pulled him closer. “And now North’s and I are arguing and I don’t want to argue but we do and it’s my fault and I don’t want to lose her too—“ Josh cut him off.

“You’re not going to lose her. North loves you. I know she does, and she will stick through hell with you.” Markus wiped his face on the PJ500’s sweater, who only grimaced slightly. “How the hell do you know?” Josh snorted.

“I was stuck on a ship with her for two years. I think I know how that crazy gal operates.” Markus chuckled softly, before sighing and resting his head on Josh’s shoulder. He suddenly felt exhausted. Josh seemed to notice this.

“Dude, when was the last time you took a break?” Markus stared at him incredulously.

“A break, in the middle of a war?” Josh blinked.

“Not a holiday, just like… 30 minutes. Just you and North, or not even that.”

Markus scoffed.

“Josh, I love you, but that is the stupidest thing you’ve said to me.” The taller scowled.

“Then, pray tell, how are you going be able to stop being so snappy? Believe me, you need to take a break.” That cartoonish slurping crept up on Markus, and Josh released to him to the void.

…

Markus fell on the top of the stairs, but toppled onto the first stair and rolled down the rest. He came to a stop with moan, and contemplating staying on the floor and not moving, ever. Was this some sort of karma? Eventually, some unbidden force dragged Markus to his feet. He staggered to his feet and wandered to the living room. Other Markus was there again, but his innocent look was gone, replaced by a hardened but somewhat weary resolve. He crossed his arms and sat back. North sat across from him.

“We lost bases 5 and 4. The surviving androids have scattered, and they seek refuge.” Her face twisted with anger and sympathy as she said this. Markus sighed, and ran a hand through his hair.

“Can’t we send them to 3 and 6?”

“Too full. And we have better supplies. We can’t just turn them away, Markus.” There was a small note of pleading in her tone, barely noticeable.

“We’re overpopulated as we are, we can barely accept another 50, let alone 4 times that…” North’s face scowled.

“So what do we do, leave them out there to die?” No response. Her face scowled deeper.

“North, the more people we have, the more the balance that we put in place is tipped over. We have to rationalise the resources or else—“

“What’s the point of having a revolution if no one is left alive?” Her words cut deep. She sounded like Josh, too much like Josh. North saw his brief pain, and a silver of regret passed through her face before it died.

“You’re the one who wanted a violent revolution, just because of some grudge you have against humans...” He muttered under his breath. and immediately regretted it. Markus had struck a chord. She jumped up and got right in his face, hissing.

“I was raped, used and abused. It’s not just some silly grudge Markus, it’s a fucking righteous animosity. But of course, you wouldn’t know that,” Her face twisted into a sneer. “Pretty, pampered Markus didn’t know shit until his father up and left him. And good riddance!” Markus was too stunned to reply. Before he could, his girlfriend(?) straightened and flipped her hair. “Now, if you ex-fucking-scuse me, I’m off to go tell some unfortunate 200 people that they’re going to die outside tonight, thanks to their benevolent leader.” She left without waiting for answer.

North stormed past recently-fallen-down-the-stairs Markus without a glance, her face twisted in a scowl. Only he could see the tell-tale embers of hurt that burned behind her eyes, and his heart thumped with her hurt.

“See what I mean?” Josh was suddenly behind him, and he was sympathetically drinking a Capri-thirium.

“...Did you just raid my fridge.” The glowing damage on Josh’s side that Markus had just noticed flickered in embarrassment.

“...I was hungry. You have the good stuff, don’t blame me.” Markus just sighed. “Like I said, you both work your asses off, and then you snap at each other. Don’t take a holiday, take a break. Breathe for once in your goddamn life.”

“I don’t need to breathe, I’m an android. I’m supposed to be able to go extended periods without rest. I’ll be fine—“

“Markus, I love you, but that’s the stupidest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

“But what if i take a goddamn break and someone needs my help? What if something simple I could have done turn into a bigger problem? What if—“

“No ifs, no buts, no coconuts. If you’re taking a break, North can handle it. Alternate.” Markus gave a uncharacteristic pout. Josh sighed.

“Just… take care of yourself, okay? The revolution needs you.” Markus nodded in silence. “...By the way, you owe me five bucks.”

“Why?”

“I told you that I would probably die in the crossfire and I did. Pay up.”

“Later. Did you come back here just to tell me this?”

“No, I came back to check on my lovable idiots.”

“And my fridge.”

“...And the fridge.” Markus let out a small laugh, and Josh smiled bashfully. He opened his arms, and Markus gave him one last hug.

“Stay safe, you fucking dumbass, alright?” The PJ500 murmured. Markus opened his mouth to reply, but then he was falling again.

~*~

He didn’t pick up the gun this time. Instead, he lay with his head in his hands in silence. A book fell on his head, and it opened to a page about breathing exercises. Markus groaned as he rubbed his head, then rested his chin on the book. He wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but he was ...scared. Scared of what the humans were capable of. Scared of what could happen to the last remaining monument he had about the original Jericho. Anything could happen! Markus knows he should have heart but…

A rustling from the ceiling made him look up, then shriek and fall off the chair. Simon was floating in a star-shape pose and just lethargically turning in circles. He looked down on Markus lazily.

“Hey.” There was a hole in his chest, where a thirium regulator should have been.

“The hell you doing on the ceiling?!”

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m floating.”

“...How?” Simon shrugged, then came down to lay across the table, resting his head on his hands.

“I’ve come to tell you to not waste my thirium regulator, please.” He said this without appropriate concern, even winking.

“S-simon, I…”

“You’re concerned about whether or not you can lead the revolution to success. Let me tell you now, only you can do it. Not even North.” Markus looked offended, crossing his arms from where he lay on the floor and frowning.

“Simon, I’ll have you know that despite her fiery nature, North can keep a level-head and can lead just as well as I can. If this about the time she told me to shoot you—“ Simon waved a hand to shut him up.

“No, no. It’s not about that. I know she could lead perfectly well. It’s just that- you won’t understand.”

“I have all day.”

“...There’s this guy called David Cage, yeah? And he’s a dick. That’s why North can’t lead her revolution.”

“Wha-?”

“Don’t worry, there’s about… 324 people who are against this.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Told you so. Also everyone seems to like me, and say I’m the soft, pacifist one.”

“But isn’t that Josh?”

“Precisely. I don’t understand.” Simon shook his head. “That’s not what I’m here for.” Markus sighed again, and lay back.

“Simon, approximately 208 people have died because of my incompetence, which is more blood than the humans.”

“That’s because this is war, Markus. There will be casualties. But you need to lead us, Markus. You’re the only one who can.” His tone was almost pleading. Markus looked back at him dejectedly.

“Show me. Show me a future where I’m not in it. It’s better than this.”

“Is it really?” Cue cartoonish slurping noise.

…

Markus face-planted into the snow, and climbed out of a Markus-shaped hole. Someone really liked throwing him around. Dazed, he looked around. It was the abandoned church graveyard, and North was there. She fingered the rose that was left by the grave.

“I never hated you, you know,” She murmured gently. Markus came to stand next to her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder, but it had the opposite effect. North started shaking, tears threatening to overflow. “You can’t just leave me like this! You can’t just… go! I need you! I…” She couldn't finish; she fell to her knees, trembling. North was weeping, and Markus couldn’t do anything to help. She cried until she had no strength left, then got up suddenly. There was a fire that had suddenly ignited. North grabbed the rifle that had been discarded and strode with a new purpose back to the church.

“We’re going to win this,” She called over her shoulder. “You’ll see.” Markus watched her disappear, before looking back at the name of the grave. It said his name.

Unnerved, he rushed after the WR200, wrenching open the door she had just slammed shut. A blizzard immediately struck him, and he hugged himself, shivering. He turned back for the door, but it had vanished.

“North? North, where are you?” Markus called out to the barren plain. He kept calling her, over and over, staggering with each step. Eventually, he found some footsteps, but they lead back the way he came. The poor RK200 had been going in circles. Exhausted, he took a doddering step, and promptly tripped.

He twisted, to see whatever had tripped him. North’s sightless eyes stared back at him. He was up immediately, cradling her face between his hands. “North? North, please wake up. North…” His voice became small and pleading. His hand lay across her side, and it came away blue. The rifle in North’s hands lay loose in her grip. Markus couldn’t speak, all he could do was lay his tearful face, and cry.

“I’m sorry, Markus.” Simon was next to him, the harsh wind ruffling his blonde hair. The deviant leader didn’t bother to look at him. “You had to see this. This is the harsh, brutal future that lies in store for us all. This is what happens if you die.” No response. Simon sighed, then let out a small oof as the shorter embraced him. Markus was shaking as he sobbed into Simon’s shoulder, and the other just held him. He was babbling with fear, and the PL600 muttered reassurances.

“Have heart, Markus. Just have heart.” Tiredly, Markus nodded.

“Now if you excuse me, I’m off to take a nap.” And he floated away, like a wayward balloon in the wind. A sassy, fingerless-gloved blonde balloon. And then the void vored Markus.

~*~

“Markus, Markus. Markus! Get your ass off the chair. They want you.” Markus jolted awake, and his eyes focused on the scowling face of North. She turned without saying anything, almost halfway out the door when Markus called her back.

“North! North, please wait.”

“What?” She snapped, and Markus simply held his hand out, skin shimmering away. North stared it, looking back at Markus with scornful disbelief. He had almost lowered it when she snatched it back, curiosity getting the better of her. An unspoken apology, feelings laid bare, soft blue glow in the darkness. She slowly released his hands, feeling how unfairly big they were. He blinks, eyes wide and vulnerable.

“North, I understand if you don’t accept-“ He’s cut off by a fond smooch to the cheek, and then another lands on his lips.

“Shut up, you big worrywart. Right now.” He smiles, for the first time in a long time. Outside, the snowy church bells toll, signalling the dawn of Christmas day.

#owl picks up a pen #markus dbh #tw: suicide attempt #dbh simon #dbh josh #dbh north #dbh carl #norkus

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kl900 · 6 years

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Things Could Have Been Different {D:BH Connor}

This is an alternate ending to the first part down below.

https://kl900.tumblr.com/post/174953156620/i-dont-love-you-dbh-connor

Hope you enjoy!

Connor stood still, his arm outstretched as he held you over the edge of the roof. He closed his eyes as he imagined you falling to your death, no doubt staining the concrete with blood and bones. You’d probably scream all the way down too. After your demise he would then shoot Markus, putting a permanent end to the revolution.

And all for what? His mission?

He opened his eyes finally ending his reconstruction. He tried to block out your cries, but he could still hear them. And it was breaking his synthetic heart. He kept replaying the scenario in his head. He needed to do this. For Amanda. For his mission. He had to. He had to let you fall. He had to shoot Markus.

But what if he didn’t want to.

What if. . . Things could have been different?

He closed his eyes once more, and when he opened them he was faced with Amanda. She stared at him with cold hard eyes. She narrowed her dark brown eyes a bit, her mouth pressed in a thin line, not even trying to disguise her distaste in Connor.

“What are you doing Connor? You have a job to do. I expect you to finish it.”

His mouth felt dry as he stared blankly at Amanda. He couldn’t. He didn’t want to.

“N-No.”

Amanda’s nostrils flared. “What did you just say to me?”

He stood up tall. Straightening his back, her looked her in the eyes. “I said no.”

She looked at him with a mix of anger and disappointment. “Oh Connor. You were doing so well. It truly is a shame you had to become deviant. Now you must be dealt with. Conan!”

Out from behind her stepped a man. An almost perfect look alike of Connor but he was different. Taller, his hair perfectly slicked back, piercing blue eyes and a white jacket. He stood elegantly with his hands neatly behind his back.

“This is Conan, an RK900, the latest model Cyberlife has ever created. He is your superior in every way. Faster, smarter, stronger. The best of the best,” She then turned to the RK900. “Your mission is to is to kill the RK800 and resume where he left off. Understood?”

“Yes Amanda.” It replied in a monotone voice.

He lunged at Connor with inhuman speed, even faster than Connor himself. Connor grunted as he was tackled to the floor. He felt the RK900 digging in an attempted to pull out his thirium heart. If he managed to remove that vital piece of his mechanics he knew it would be over. He would be terminated, and worst of all? He’d lose his precious (Y/N).

He grabbed his replacement by the head smashing it into his own forehead leaving the RK900 temporarily dazed before he brought up his foot and kicked him in the chest. He might’ve been stronger than Connor, but that didn’t make him weak. He just had to fight smarter.

He gripped the dirt on the floor and threw them at the RK900′s face causing it to flinch and cover his optics. He then took this opportunity to grab the androids thiruim pump.

“I’m sorry,” He said apologetically as he ripped it from the machines chest and threw it into the nearby river.

The RK900 stared with a blank face, not conveying any emotion. Not even in death. It stared blankly until it went into shut down. Now he needed to find away out of his mindscape.

I always leave a backdoor in my programs, He remembered Kamski saying.

The stone!

He had remembered that odd stone that he always walked passed whenever he would meet with Amanda. He always felt as though it was odd and out of place but he never thought much of it.

He noticed the state of the mindscape deteriorating. Everything was become colder, to the point that the pond had froze over. For the first time he actually felt cold. His systems began to warn him of the imminent damage the cold would cause his biocomponents.

He felt his legs finally give in.

NO! He was so close!

He desperately stretched up his hand as he slammed his hand down on the hand print on the rock.

He opened his eyes and he was once again greeted with your face. Your cheeks were stained with tears, eyes puffy from crying. Your eyebrows were furrowed in what he saw was confusion. How long was he standing here just holding you over the edge like this?

“C-Connor?” You asked, voice hoarse.

He didn’t answer. He only embraced you tightly as he brought you away from the edge. He buried his face in the crook of your neck as he felt his new emotions overwhelm him. He believed this is what humans called crying. He cried for killing the two androids at the Eden Club. He cried in guilt of killing the android at Kamski’s. And he cried in guilt for putting you in that position.

“I’m sorry,” He apologized between the crying. “I’m so sorry (Y/N).”

You brought your arms around him drawing circles in his back to soothe him. “It’s okay. I’m okay.”

A moment of silence passes.

“(Y/N)?”

“Yes Connor?”

“Do you still love me?”

“Of course I do.”

He sighed in relief. “Thank goodness.”

“I love you (Y/N). I love you so much.”

#dbh connor #detroit become human #dbh connor x reader #deviant connor #human reader #alternate ending #good ending

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pointedly-foolish · 5 years

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word count: 1916

pairing: connor/gender-neutral!reader

genre: slight fluff; angst with sad ending

a/n: everytime i convince myself i came out of my dbh hyperfixation i just look at connor and i become lovesick again.

gosh i know i should be finishing my other fic or work on the prologue script for my vn, but,,,,,,, i just had a sudden hankering for connor angst,,,,

written during a sleep deprivation induced moment of epiphany,,,,, (purple prose cuz im extra af uwu)

I’ve never written angst before so i’d love to hear your thoughts on it

maybe if you asked him one year ago whether he’d consider returning someone’s feelings, romantic feelings, he’d reply to you with a placid smile and a polite « i’m sorry, i wasn’t programmed to reciprocate romantic interest. ». he remembered that he’d sneer at them internally. now thinking about it, long before he questioned his obedience towards her, he already showed signs of deviancy. you did what you were designed to do. memories from his past would still torment him erratically, doubts would resurface on particularly dark days. but you were the light that cut through that haze. this wasn’t a “fake deviancy”. it couldn’t have been. not when he is holding your body so close to his, warmth radiating off of each other, two heartbeats—similar, but different—thrumming together. all the softly whispered and adoringly announced « i love you »’s; all the quick and coveted pecks and all the feverish and passionate kisses. no, he was alive, he was sure of it—alive and absolutely enamoured by you. all semblance of doubt ebbed away when you entered his life.

whenever he’s around you, he feels more alive: you make him feel everything, all the little precious things. tenderness and adoration when he shares tranquil mornings with you. he feels more alive when he’s with you, all the little habits and routines too endearing: the sweet post-it notes scattered over your shared flat, scribbled upon it are encouraging words or sweet nothings. conflicting work schedules meant that moments spent together were scarce, but that made them even more valuable and coveted. captivation, was another emotion that he felt around you. your mannerism, your dreams and interests, your physical attributes and quality of voice. logically speaking, you were just another human, insignificant in the grand scheme of things. you’d live and then one day, you’d die. as if you never really existed. but he wasn’t being logical. how could he be? when you were right there in front of him? you made him irrational, and he found that new aspect in life thrilling. confusing at first, but exciting. he was eternally grateful that you let him experience all these beautiful emotions with you. he was grateful that you allowed him in your short journey that you called life.

no matter how much he begged and cried for it.

you woke up before him. bitter and unhappy. no morning kisses, no whispered « i love you » to wake your other half. you wordlessly got yourself ready, grabbed your bag and quietly snuck out. no post it notes were left. no sweet promises or encouraging words. you could do this work trip without him. you were independent. you didn’t need a tin can to chaperone you everywhere. so you left. plain and simple. gone. since you woke up and left earlier than planned, you boarded an earlier train. how lovely and convenient. the carriages were mostly filled with androids. perhaps they were trying to immigrate to canada like the others. who knows. you paid no mind and absentmindedly scrolled through your phone, obsessively checking your messages to see if connor realised. to see if he apologised. because frankly, at that point you were tired of being and just wanted to spend the day in his arms. but prideful and petty as you were, you weren’t willing to apologise and admit your mistakes first.

connor roused from stasis a few moments afterward, less bitter and more regretful. he wished to right his wrongs but the normally warm presence beside him was no longer. his system was slowly booting back up when his audio sensor picked up an incessant ringing from the living room. he jolted up and rushed out to pick up the ringing phone call and waited for the other side to speak up.

he laughed bitterly, devoid of any humour. it was funny, just how cruel the fates were: made human life so fleeting. lachesis only gave them such a short eternity. and when he thought you both found your missing halves, bound to another by an invisible string, atropos cuts it. a small snippet that is so easily ripped away from you. he belonged with you, he felt at peace with you. he was able to be what he struggled to be for the majority of his miserable and artificial existence. with you, he was able to be happy.

instead he was faced with the bitter reminder that the last thing he’s ever said to you, your last memory of him, was a contemptuous and scornful « i wished i never met you ».

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lysstheintrovert-blog · 6 years

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On the Run (DBH Simon/Human!Reader)

Hello!

This is my very first time actually posting some of my works for this fandom and I have to say that it’s a huge weight lifted off my shoulders as I was finally able to clear a space in my head for my imagination to run wild. This piece is one of my one ideas and I hope you enjoy (It’s pretty bad since it’s been a while since I actually written a full imagine and followed through with it, so bear with me)

Word count: 2907

The lightning flashes within seconds of the last, illuminating the night sky almost permanently in flashes of brilliant purples. Thunder erupted throughout the night sky as birds flew to the outskirts of the city, in the opposite direction of the storm. The fliers posted to numerous street lights whipped around in the harsh autumn winds, some coming loose just to dance with the winds all the way down the street. The city of Detroit was coming alive before your very eyes.

Your nimble hands quickly crumpled the scattered newspaper clippers you found throughout the abandoned home and tossed them into the small fire that you had just got going only seconds ago. Your weary (E/C) eyes lit up with sharp hues of yellows and oranges as you watched the flaw grow more intense with every piece of paper you added with the slight wind of your breath. A satisfying smile came across your lips as you you watched the fire hold a steady flame for longer than you anticipated.

“The fire’s going strong,” you said softly, being afraid that you would jinx yourself and make your night worse than it already was, “hopefully it’ll stay like that for the rest of the night, all we got to do is keep feeding it and make sure it doesn’t go out.”

“Oh, okay…”

Your soft gaze landed on Simon’s drenched figure, sitting on the bottom of the stairs. His cerulean eyes were caught up in looking at his hands with an intensity that could be felt in the room. His hair was wet, darkening the normal shade of blonde that he always sported and his traditional uniform was torn and tattered, stained with his own blood as well as human blood. He looked like a mess and it pained you to see him that way.

“Simon…” You whispered his name softly, being careful in your efforts to not put him under any more stress for the remainder of the night. You slowly approached him, your hands reaching out ever so slightly to prove your efforts to soothe him; your observant eyes had caught sight of his wounds that he had received earlier on in the night and they appeared to be getting worse. “Your wounds… can I patch them up?”

Your words seemed to snap him out of his daze and caused him to look up at you; you watched his LED turn to a sharp yellow as his blue eyes scanned over your face and body, it turned red briefly before turning bad to it’s usual bright blue ring. He looked down at his own body and then back at yours, but didn’t mutter a single word. You rose your brows to see if he would still say anything.

“I’ll be fine for the moment, it’s you that I’m worried about, your side is still bleeding through your shirt and we should probably treat the cuts on your face and hands before they get infected.” He stated bluntly as he pointed to your side with a lazy finger. He stood up from the stairs, but didn’t move an inch until you spoke a word; he towered over you, but you knew there was nothing intimidating about him.

“Simon, trust me, i’m fine. You are the one that needs the most urgent care out of the both of us, if you go, then what is my purpose of going to Jericho?” You folded your arms across your chest as you slightly nodded your head towards him, proving him wrong, “Jericho is a sanctuary for deviant androids and i’m not an android, you are. My only purpose on this journey is to make sure you get to Jericho, at all costs.”

He let of a defeated sigh and looked you in your eyes once more before muttering a quick “fine” while he sluggishly made his way to the single wooden chair by the fireplace. You quickly went to retrieve your bulky backpack and dragged it over to where he was seated. You pulled up an old milk crate and sat in front of Simon, facing him as you pulled the equipment out that was required to fix Simon and bring him back to one-hundred percent functionality.

“I’m gonna need you to either hold up your shirt or take it off completely so I can assess the damage,” your gaze didn’t meet his once as you told him; a slight blush crossed your cheeks and was enhanced by the firelight. “You’re going to have to change anyways since your uniform as blood stains, both blue and red, on it and it’s definitely a dead give away.”

Simon sighed and pulled the shirt over his head and tossed it to the ground beside him. The firelight enhanced his muscular figure, making your blush deepen. You looked away for a brief moment as if you were searching the bag for a missing piece of the kit, but once you regained your bearings you faced him with a neutral face and immediately began to work in silence.

“He really got you good, didn’t he?” Your tone was soft and your question lingered in the air as you placed metamorphing mess over his exposed wounds, watching it seal everything and fade into the color of his skin tone. You wiped up the remaining splatters of his blue blood on his skin while he just hummed in response to your question.

“He got you worse… I know he did…”

You paused for a brief moment, your whole body froze as your mind was traveling back to a couple hours ago were a simple argument resulted in a accidental, and hopefully, assault. Simon called your name softly, pulling you back to the present and took your hand off his chest and cupped it in his own, giving it a firm squeeze as if he knew that you were thinking about the chilling event.

“You’re done. I got some clothes for you to wear,” you were pulling out numerous clothes from your backpack showing them to him with a quick urgency; he knew that something was wrong as you were acting more antsy now than you were when you initially took off into the night. “They may, or may not fit, but we’ll figure something out, right?”

“I’ll just slip on my uniform for the time being, I still got to patch you up, don’t I?” He quickly got his shirt back on and stood up from the chair and moved it aside. He offered you his hand and you gladly took it and stood up from your milk crate and followed him to the edge of the room. He ordered you to wait a second while he ran up the stairs and searched for some type of cloth that you could lay on for the time being. When he came back down, he had a pair of dusty and tattered window curtains and a few intact feather pillows that looked relatively clean.

“Lay here while I get the kit out. It should be fairly quick, if I rely on my old programing of a caretaker, my nimble hands should have you patched up in no time.” He told you while he set the kit down on the floor beside him; he was about to start working, but he stopped as he looked at your shirt. “I’ll, uh, need you to remove your shirt in order for me to work proficiently.”

Without a word you shrugged off your soaked hoodie and placed it at the foot of the fireplace along with your shirt to get dry while you laid down on your side, facing the fireplace. Simon began working right away; the moment his fingers made contact with your skin, goosebumps formed along that side of your body. You laid your hands over your chest to at least keep your modesty that was barely contained with your bra. While he worked on your side, your mind began to wander to many things, but at the center of all of your thoughts was Simon.

You had knew him for two years as your family’s primary caretaker of your mother. His model was the whole crazy in the moment and after getting the heartbreaking news of your mother’s possible terminal illness, your father wanted the best for her, so he chose him. He was good at what he was programed to do, but your mother’s condition continued to worsen and nine six months ago she had passed, leaving behind you, a lost android without orders, and a very denial husband.

You had always seen Simon as a human being; you treated him as such and it drove your father crazy. He grew to hate Simon right after your mother’s passing and was contemplating on whether to send him back to Cyberlife with the claims of deviancy, the main emotion being selfishness and anger for not taking better care of your mother or abusing him to pull you a part. He chose the latter and it continued on until you finally grew the strength to stand up against him and protect Simon.

You would be lying if your own emotions didn’t play a role in how the night’s events carried out. You’ve developing a romantic feeling towards Simon and his kind nature; it was his programing, but he had his moments of own pure thought and emotions. You stepped in between your father and Simon and took a fair beating from your father in the common room in your home. The fight carried out to the top of the stairs and you were thrown down them, knocking the wind out of your lungs.

In a blind fit of rage and fear, you stormed to the kitchen and grabbed a knife to defend yourself and Simon, but you took it too far and all of your bottled emotions tipped over and spilled out like a fountain. You repeatedly stabbed him and only stopped when Simon pulled you off of his unconscious body. With the adrenaline coursing through your warm viens, you quickly packed what you could and made a brief phone call to the police about your father before taking off with Simon into the night.

“You’re all done now. Nothing major was injured, so you’ll be okay, just try to take it easy until the morning.” He notified you while he cleaned up the mess of bloody gaze by tossing them into the fire. He waited for you to get up from the floor so he could work on your face, but you didn’t move. It was now you that was lost deep in your thoughts.

“(Y/N)? You alright?”

You slowly turned to look behind you at Simon as he knelt behind you, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. You looked at him for a few moments longer before slowly sitting up and muttered a soft yes and facing him. Your hazy gaze held his as he began to dabb the blood off of your face. He remained silent as he worked on your face; you watched his LED keep a constant yellow as he worked on your face.

“I--I killed him.”

Simon stopped working and let his ocean blue eyes meet with your shimmering (E/C) ones. Tears were welling up on the brim of your eyelids, your eyes getting glossy as you you repeated the sentence over in your mind and out loud into the tense room.

“I--I killed my own father and I didn’t mean to.” You stared deep into Simon’s eyes as you let a tear slip over the brim and roll down your flushed cheeks. “It’s my fault that you’re in this mess and I’m so--so sorry.”

Simon didn’t know what to say to you; he knew that you finally found a crack in the dam in your mind and all of your thoughts were spilling from your mind at once. He decided that he would remain silent and let you vent for the first time since you both had left the house.

“Tell me Simon, why do androids want to feel? It’s such a painful thing to experience.”

Simon didn’t know how to fully answer your simple question. He had his reasons, but he wasn’t sure that the rest of his kind shared his reasons. Humans had always suppressed them from any type of humanistic action other than their programing, but the one thing they will always have is curiosity and there was plenty among the androids who were constantly being forbidden to feel.

“We, we want to feel like you humans, because…” he paused for a moment, being at a loss for words, “because we want to just know the experience of what it is to be human. We were created to look like you, to function like you, but we don’t get to feel like you and we feel like we are missing a part of us that would make us whole.”

Your sniffles and the crackling of the fire was the only thing heard in the room while you wiped away your silent tears. You chuckled at his response, sending him mixed signals as his LED turned yellow.

“I hate to be selfish Simon, but if there was a way to get you back to your programing, I would do it,” You spoke in a hushed whisper, as if your own thoughts were going to betray you at any moment, “Humans are fragile beings and being able to feel everything is a blessing and a curse; no one should live like this… being able to feel all the pain in the world…”

“There’s love…”

You froze as you looked at Simon with tear-stained cheeks. You continued to wipe your tears as you listened to Simon carry on with his reasoning.

“Sure, there is plenty of pain and suffering in the world for everyone, but there’s also love and compassion that overrules those things. I have witnessed it with my own eyes and I have experienced it by myself.”

He took hold of your hands and gripped them tight in his own and moved in closer. His soft breaths fanned over your face and warmed your heart to hear him talk of kindness in a world gone mad.

“Your mother was constantly in pain, but she always saw the bright side of things and always spoke fondly of you even when you stormed off after her tiny lectures, even your father, she was always patient with his emotional side. She is the reason why I am the person I am today. You helped me experience love for the first time after you had treated me with such respect that I thought was impossible for a human to have for an android and you set me free earlier this evening when you protected me from your father.”Simon stopped for a brief moment, looking deep into your (E/C) eyes as he was finishing up his moving talk.

“I broke down the barriers of my programing to protect you from letting anger consume you as I knew that you would regret it later. I don’t want to see you hurt in any type of way and I want to keep you from harm’s way… I guess this is what love is supposed to feel like.”

Without an indication of what he would do next, Simon leaned in smoothly and gently pressed his lips against yours. You were a bit taken off guard by his sudden actions, but you melted into his touch as he caressed your cheek as you just sat there in the chair, too stunned to move. His hands held your face as if you were fragile and his kiss was tender and soft as if you were everything that he solely desired in life. In the last couple of moments of the kiss, you kissed him back, letting your hands wander to cradle the back of his head and grab a fist full of his uniform to pull him closer to your shivering form. Your whole body was relaxed and you knew that something was going to change your life from that night on.

You both were speechless after your first intimate kiss and the tension in the room was replaced with awkward silence. You brushed the loose strands of your (H/C) locks back behind your ears as you reached for your backpack to fish out another pair of clothes to wear; you set Simon’s aside as you figured that he would get dressed soon as well.

The downpour of rain continued it’s assault on the house from the outside and above as you and Simon created a makeshift bed by the materials you had found upstairs. You both were now content with one another and knew that you two would become something someday, you would just have to get past the hurdles of society in order to become one.

“(Y/N), do you think that we’ll make it to Jericho?”

A heavy sigh came from your lips, “I hope so, it isn’t far, but anything can happen on the way there.” You paused for a moment as you laid beside in in front of the fire, letting him drape his arm across your torso, “but for now, let us just enjoy this somewhat peaceful night together.”

You both had fallen asleep with soft smiles on your faces and unaware of the trouble that soon followed you.

#detroit: become human #detroit become human #dbh imagine #dbh simon #dbh #dbh simon imagine #dbh simon x reader #simon #simon dbh

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haikyuu-imagines-and-others · 6 years

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aaaaaah!!!!!!! Haikyuu AND dbh?! FUCK YES ill send you a lots of request!!!!! (Sorry if is too much just choose the ones you like

As soon as I read this request - my mind IMMEDIATELY went to comparing Ushijima with RK900 and just the idea of them being similar tickled my interest lol Thanks for requesting, love! And to anyone reading - DBH AU requests are ALWAYS open bc I have no self control and I’m a glutton for punishment ;D -Admin Satori

Android!Ushijima Wakatoshi - DBH AU

“So this is the new model for the department, huh?”

“Yes, its processors tend to run much faster and its software is less likely to be susceptible-“

“Jeezuz, Tooru, just use regular words, will you?”

“The SJ Model that I am has been upgraded to the SZ Model. It has less of a chance of becoming Deviant.”

You jumped back as the Android before you, looming over your much smaller frame, opened its eyes and met your surprised stare evenly, “Holy shit, dude! Don’t fuckin scare me like that!” You huffed, cheeks feeling warm with embarrassment - Though neither android noticed. A frown quickly took over your face as you glanced at Oikawa, “So then…. You’re obsolete?”

His light brown eyes glanced at you before looking back at the newer android who hadn’t moved since opening his eyes. “Yes. My model will soon be recalled for parts and software to be repurposed into other newer models.”

Fear shot through your body at the thought - losing your partner, your friend, only because he’d been upgraded? Never seeing Oikawa’s goofy smile, or hear his silly greetings/chastising of your actions ever again? Your frown deepened, and you rested your hand on his shoulder, catching his attention away from his successor, “I won’t let them take you, alright? So you don’t have to worry.”

He blinked back at you, eyebrows furrowing as he took in your promise - simple data running through his processors before he tilted his head, “I am an Android, Detective _______… I do not feel worry or fear for my inevitable disassembly. Perhaps you’ve grown attached to mechanical parts due to my seamless integration into your species, no?” A smug smirk had you pursing your lips and huffing in irritation. It was a programmed response, you knew - nothing out of the ordinary there. He hadn’t done or noted anything about being deviant, so why would it suddenly change with the arrival of his replacement?

Though that fear still plagued you as you stared up at the replacement. He stared right back. He seemed much more clean cut than Oikawa - not a hair out of place, every blink timed for every few seconds, not a muscle moved as the last of his updates completed their rounds. You had to forget about the fear, about losing your friend - there wasn’t any news about returning Oikawa, so you’d save that worry and panic for when they requested it. Now, it was time to bring in the new recruit.

“SZ100 - What’s your name?” He blinked back at you, uncomprehending your order until your realized your mistake. Another blush on your cheeks, you gave a sheepish smile at Oikawa’s side eye before looking back at the new android. “Sorry, Register your name, please.”

Olive eyes stared down at you, and for only a second did you feel intimidated before he spoke, “SZ100 Registering Name… My name is Ushijima. Ushijima Wakatoshi.” You frowned and the android furrowed its brow, “Is this name sufficient for my purpose?”

Crossing your arms, you sighed and tilted your head, “I mean, yeah - sure, it’ll do… But it’s a really long name… So I’m going to call you Waka.” A deeper furrowed brow appeared on Ushijima’s face, but you didn’t have time to ponder what it meant before your radio was reporting a possible burglary in place down the street. “No! Not my Chinese Takeout! Goddamit!”

Before Oikawa, or Ushijima, could do anything to stop you, to put a plan in motion, you were taking off towards the reported crime. Oikawa was right after you, deciding he better keep a close eye on you in case you ran headlong into danger. But Ushijima was the one to take longer to break into a run, his processors calculating the best possible solutions and how to attain them. Once the plan was in motion did he then start to move in the same direction as you and Oikawa.

By the time he arrived at the shop, you and Oikawa were crouched outside the front door, guns out and ready, you were whispering the plan of action to Oikawa just before the glass above you was shattered as the gunman spotted Ushijima come to a slow halt from his jog. You squeaked, Ushijima dodged easily before taking his place beside you, “Are you trying to get yourself killed on your first day, rookie?” You hissed at Ushijima, rolling your eyes before sending him a quick glare, “Now he knows we’re out here!”

“To be completely fair, Detective _______, I did not say the newer models would be mentally capable of such easy tasks.”

“Now is not the time for your ego trip, Oikawa.”

More shooting from inside the shop, and your heart leapt into your throat thinking maybe the gunman had harmed any of the patrons trapped inside. “He is currently armed, 5 bullets left in the clip, and facing this entrance of the shop. I suggest we retreat and return with a negotiator to retrieve the shooter in the most practical way possible. Less damage, less-“ But Ushijima didn’t have a chance to finish his analysis.

Nor did Oikawa have a chance to mock Ushijima’s poor policeman action skills.

For you’d already moved. Fast. You had already been crouched, so it was an easy muscle spasm of your legs to push you into the store faster than anyone had thought possible. You’d have to thank your adrenaline later for that one. The shooter hadn’t been expecting you to charge him - he hadn’t been ready for you to suddenly be in his space, blocking his knee-jerk reaction of aiming at you with your forearm while your right went for a gut punch. He bent over in surprise with your hit, but his hand reached out and roughly grabbed your wrist and yanked your gun from your hold over the counter, then again tried to aim his gun at you, pulling the trigger twice. The ringing in your ears was barely heard over the rush of adrenaline pushing you to grab his arm and slam his hand down onto the front counter, hard, a couple of times before he yelled out in pain and dropped the gun. Then it was a simple fist fight between two humans.

But you were at a disadvantage - he’d completely blown out your hearing, and you didn’t know if he had any more weapons on him. So while you did disarm his primary weapon, he was able to get two harsh punches to your stomach and jaw before you’d roughly pushed him away.

It was like everything slowed down after that. You stood before him, he before you, both guns forgotten over the counter behind you. Your body ached, ribs felt like shards of glass poking you from the inside. Your face contorted in pain, but you refused to show much more than that in means of weakness.

Then his hand started moving to the front of his pants, and your eyes widened - knowing you didn’t have enough time before he’d open fire on you with his hidden gun. You’d be killed in action.

Shots rang throughout the shop, but you weren’t hit with anything other than a large body pushing you behind the very same counter you’d paid for your lunch countless times. You opened your eyes, not remembering when you’d closed them in anticipation for the shooting pain of being hit - and were surprised at the face you were but a few inches from.

He was talking. His brow furrowed angrily. Upset at you for your reckless actions. But you couldn’t hear him - those two shots had really done a number to your hearing. Looking down, you felt in a daze as you saw yours and the burglars forgotten guns, and a brilliance filled your face to rival the sun. You quickly grabbed the androids face and pressed a hurried kiss to his lips before grabbing your gun, popping your head over the counter and shooting the secondary weapon out of the gunmans hand.

You’d kissed him.

Ushijima stayed in his crouched position. Frozen. All systems failing in his search for what the fuck had just happened. One second he’d been telling you to pull back, then you were in a fight for your life with an unpredictable assailant. Another you were about to be shot right before his eyes, then you were kissing him before taking your shot.

The events all added up, sure, but he didn’t know what to make of them as they stared him in the face.

Software Instability ^^^

This wasn’t something he’d ever experienced before in his test trials back at CyberLife. He’d never had to see that urgent message scroll across his vision as he stared ahead of him - at the space he’d pulled you in for safety. And yet there it was - mocking him. Mocking his assumed perfection.

Your face took up his vision as the text faded away, a wide smile on your lips - though it faltered for a second as you held your ribs in place with your arm, “Hey there, Partner, you doing okay? I didn’t hear the Windows shutdown music, so I’m hoping you just froze.” You patted his face with a quiet laugh, “Come on, we gotta make sure everyone is okay.”

Back in action, all systems checking out to be fine, processors running at optimal capacity - Ushijima felt as if he’d booted back up. As if he actually had frozen. As if all of his internal servers had just all caught on fire before being doused in ice cold water.

Just as you were about to walk towards the scared patrons, the gunman being taken down by Oikawa and cuffed before anything else could be damaged, a strong hold grabbed your wrist. You whirled on the touch, your fist raised, about to bring hell to whatever had dared grabbed at you. But you stopped when you met the disapproving stare of Ushijima. Instead you lowered your fist and smiled, “Waka! Jeez, you’ve had a fun first day, huh? Got to save your new partner and set a good example for Tooru over there!”

“The examples provided to me by CyberLife and the Police Department are sufficient enough, Detective ________. Thank you.”

You laughed at Oikawa’s sour tone before looking up at Ushijima’s continued glowering expression, “What’s u-“

“You’re injured.” You opened your mouth to disagree, but he didn’t give you the chance. “EMS is on scene. Medical precautions are recommended for your predicament.” He pulled you behind him by your caught wrist, and for some reason you let him. Maybe it was because you like the way he held you tight but not too tight, or maybe because your ribs were really starting to hurt you.

As you took a seat on the gurney, you grabbed his CyberLife issued jacket collar to keep him from leaving - he turned, “Wait….” You quickly looked away as he regarded you seriously, a flush of pink blooming on your cheeks as you looked down at your legs, “What…. What were you saying when you pulled me to cover? I couldn’t hear you properly…”

Ushijima searched your expression for any chance at teasing or joking around. Only a couple of hours with you and he knew not to take you completely serious 100% of the time. But this was different - the downturning of your head, the slight pout to your lips, even the way you wouldn’t completely meet his eyes as you glanced up at him - you were showing signs of being sincere. Curious and Sincere about what he had to say. He was presented a few options.

He could lie - give you an answer that would solidify your relationship to him as a tool, a machine to be disposed of after its use was satisfied.

He could tell the truth - explain his bewilderment at your reckless abandon for your own safety, that you’d sacrifice yourself for nothing but a couple of strangers lives.

Or he could say nothing. And walk away.

Nervousness suddenly shot through you, and you smiled sheepishly before waving him away, “No.. You know? Never mind! It’s fine, you don’t have to tell me… I’ll… I’ll be alright. You just go let Tooru teach you how to document and analyze the crime scene, okay?”

Software Instability ^^^

Why had you suddenly changed your mind? He only allowed himself a few seconds to research reasons a human would do something so suddenly before he turned on his heel and walked back towards the crime scene. A direct order was a direct order, no matter how insincere it seemed from the one giving them.

“Waka!”

Ushijima stiffened, and came to a complete stop at your calling him. A nickname for a tool - he wondered would you do the same for a handsaw or an ice machine. Regardless, he barely turned his head to be able to meet your gaze over his shoulder.

Your heart caught in your throat at his stare, your plea for him to stay with you or to actually tell you what he’d been yelling at you about in the store dried on your tongue. But your impulse control was shot with the excitement of today, so you smirked, “Next time we kiss, you better put some goddamn effort into it!” He didn’t react immediately, but you laughed as if you’d just told the funniest joke, “No more of that fish lips bullshit!”

He didn’t even give you a seconds notice before he continued his path towards where Oikawa was currently going over details with the human police force that had arrived. A tight feeling rose in his throat, something he’d never experienced before - something he was sure wasn’t something he should be feeling.

All his scans came back normal. Optimal speeds. Exceptional care.

Quickly brushing off the frustration of not knowing, and what you’d called after him about, he turned his full attention on the crime scene - going forth with his intended purpose.

This didn’t exactly end like you requested - but I’m going to start doing sequels and continuations of pieces that I like, regardless if it’s requested or not :) So please expect a continuation of this in the future

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