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Ghost!Sixty x Reader

Chapter I - The Apartment

Note: Here it is, the long awaited "Halloween" celebration fic that everyone voted on earlier this month! Originally, this was just going to be a oneshot, but I decided to split things up a bit after noticing the word count was getting pretty high, so I hope everyone is alright with a spooky series as we get deeper into autumn!

Series Synopsis: Reader moves into a new apartment for some much needed change after several months of living with her ex post breakup out of necessity. This negative experience has made her all too eager to be on her own again, except the only place in her budget that doesn't require a roommate was the scene of a murder less than a year prior...

What could go wrong?

AKA - Reader makes an iffy compromise so she doesn't have to live with another person, and ends up living with something else entirely, and he's a lot less capable of moving out than she is.

Warnings: This series will eventually contain smut in future chapters and there are many mentions of death, gun violence, and blood all throughout.

Word Count: 7,865

"This the place?"

You looked up from your phone, which contained the GPS directions to your new apartment, and nodded, unbuckling your seat belt as you turned to face your friend.

"Yup, this is it."

You reached over to open the door to the moving truck that contained most of your belongings, watching it swing outward before you stepped down onto the side bar, taking in the cool fall air with a soft sigh.

You stayed like that for a few moments, relishing in the feeling of freedom and peace, before you motioned with your thumb at the apartment complex, although far more specifically at the second floor balcony sticking out from the side of the building.

"It's the one attached to that balcony. I'll run ahead and unlock the door before everyone else gets here."

You said, looking back just long enough to see your friend nod his head in the affirmative before you stepped out onto the sidewalk below, looking up at what was about to be your new home with a mild sense of bewilderment.

How had you gotten here?

Well, you knew the answer to that.

The end to your five year long relationship had made your rooming situation with your ex pretty tense, and after four long months of trying to make it work for the convenience of not having to move, you'd finally given in and started looking at apartments.

The only problem was, there were none.

Detroit wasn't exactly a cheap place to live, regardless of how dingy it could feel at times, and you weren't really feeling all that great about a roommate after your previous living situation.

No, you wanted a place all to yourself, you just needed to find somewhere in your budget.

And in the end, that had landed you here.

A four story apartment complex that had been built in the early seventies. You were a ten minute drive away from the most metropolitan parts of the city, a seven minute walk from a park, a five minute walk from a grocery store and deli, and a three minute walk from your new job at a ridiculously popular bar that your friends were always talking about.

A spot to grab sandwiches and groceries, a place to sit and enjoy nature, and a not entirely creepy bar to work and have fun at all within ten minutes of you, and you didn't even have to deal with heavy traffic on your street. What more could a girl ask for?

Well, maybe she could ask for appliances that weren't older than her, a functioning heating unit, and an apartment that someone hadn't been murdered in, but how else could she afford rent in an area like this one?

You shuddered a bit at the memories of what had supposedly happened here, and tried to shake it off as you reached the front door of the building, pausing to take note of the name that was scribbled on tape next to the call button for apartment 2C, your new home.

'Lukas Everett"

You made a mental note to change that later on before punching in the code to the main entrance, sighing in relief when the old door gave the electronic click that meant it had unlocked for you.

The landlord had warned you that it tended to be difficult at times, since it was an old door lock equipped with a far more modern day system, and you'd be lying if you said his comment about "just shouting until someone buzzed you in" hadn't made you a little nervous about getting your stuff inside.

"Alright, good luck so far."

You muttered under your breath, knocking briefly on the old wood of the door in front of you so as not to jinx yourself before pushing it open and taking a hesitant step inside, where the scent of old wood and floor polish immediately washed over you.

Your shoes tapped on the linoleum beneath your feet as you moved in further, snapping the deadbolt of the lock outward manually before the door could close to keep it wedged open. The electronic lock made a beep noise to warn you that it had been left ajar, but beyond that, didn't set off any alarms or give any other security warnings, so you decided to let it be so your friend could get inside without your help.

Taking another brief glance around the lobby area, you found little worth noting and opted to take the stairs immediately to your left rather than the elevator a few more paces forward.

The stairs were made of aged wood, creaking with every step you took, but even so you could feel how sturdy they were, somehow remaining relatively structurally sound despite how old they must have been judging by the roughly two foot long strip of carpeting that ran up their center, which was a rather faded looking green that spoke to the age of this place both in its style and as its muted tone.

Upon reaching the top of the staircase, which landed you on the second floor, you stepped forward instead of continuing up, your shoe planting firmly atop the heavily marred wood flooring that adorned the hallway.

From there, you took a right, reaching into your coat pocket as you walked all the way to the end, pulling your apartment key out just as you made it to the door.

It was quiet, but not eerily so for a Tuesday at 10am, when you knew that almost everyone who lived in your complex was likely working or sleeping in. Still, you couldn't help but wish it were a little more populated around here, so maybe your footsteps wouldn't sound so loud in your ears.

Sighing, you placed your key in the lock, turning it slowly before pushing the heavy wooden door open with a gentle grunt, taking note of how weighty it felt beneath your palms.

"At least I'll know they worked for it if the murderer comes back for me too."

You muttered under your breath, stepping in and placing a brick that was just inside between the door and it's frame to keep it from closing. It wasn't uncommon to see them used as doorstops around here, but in a brick stone building of this age, you couldn't help but worry that it had once been of some structural importance.

You shrugged off the thought, pulling your coat closer around yourself as you began to survey your surroundings.

Sure, you'd toured the place a little over two weeks back, but this was the very first time you'd ever been here alone, and as you lingered in the heavy silence of your new home, you couldn't help but shiver a little.

At that, the question of your thermostat's location rose to mind, and you began taking small steps into the living area, until you found it on the wall beside the entrance to your hallway.

The landlord had warned you that the apartment ran cold, partially because of the poor sealing job done on the balcony doors, and partially because of the rather ancient heating system, but you turned the temperature up nonetheless, mentally praying that it might bring the heat up a degree or two.

The soft ticking of the radiator located further down the same wall as the thermostat indicated to you that you had at least managed to do something regarding the chill, so you decided to take the little victory and leave well enough alone for now.

You had a new apartment to explore alone for the very first time, after all.

Walking into the kitchen, you immediately set your bag down on top of it, shimmying the accessory off of your shoulder and leaning it against the green backsplash, being careful to ensure that nothing spilled out in the process.

After that you moved on to the old seventies style yellow fridge, sighing in relief a bit when you pulled it open to reveal a pristine white interior that seemed to be sustaining a cool temperature without issue. This fact also remained true about the freezer located above it, so with that, you moved on to your cabinets, checking inside of them to make sure that the previous tenant hadn't left anything behind.

Your thoughts regarding the man who had lived here before you drifted a bit as you continued your chore of checking all the wooden cabinets in your kitchen, steering your mind back to the day of your tour, when your landlord, John had informed you of the real reason that rent was so cheap here.

"So I am required to let you know before we even go in that someone did pass away here a little under a year ago."

He'd said as casually as possible as he wedged the key into the lock, immediately causing your eyes to widen a bit before you steadied yourself, choosing to remain calm rather than assuming the worst immediately. You had long since grown tired of living with your ex and dealing with the awkwardness associated with trying to make that work, so if the only apartment in your price range that didn't require a roommate had its quirks, then so be it.

"The previous tenant?"

You asked curiously, stepping into the apartment after your guide and taking a look around the naturally lit space, which allowed you to see the open concept kitchen and living area as well as the glass balcony doors.

"No, but he was involved."

The landlord replied as nonchalantly as possible before he gestured to the hardwood floors adorning the entire open area that was visible to you.

"So as you can see, I meant it when I said no carpeting. There used to be a ton but we removed it after the last guy moved out. The floor is a little scratched up from the job, but we tried to make sure all of the staples were collected."

You froze a bit at the mention of the carpeting being ripped up recently, sticking your vaguely chilled hands into your pockets as you looked around the room.

"They look nice..."

You murmured, trying to remain as casual as possible despite the strange topic of discussion.

"So the guy who lived here last was there when this person died in the apartment?"

You asked nervously, hoping to learn at least a little bit more about what had happened here.

The landlord nodded and walked over to the balcony doors, cracking them open and letting them swing inward in opposite directions as he motioned for you to follow him onto the concrete landing.

"That's what I last heard during the trial. I'm not sure what he plead but I know he got 25 to life with a potential for parole in fifteen to twenty years."

You had froze at that, eyes widening once again as you struggled not to gape at the man in front of you.

"You mean that the person who died here was murdered? By the previous tenant?"

You asked incredulously, watching in shock as John simply nodded.

"Yeah, it's a real shame. Lukas had been doing drugs for years by the time he moved in here, but I hadn't realized it had gotten so bad until after I found out about the killing. Apparently a buddy of his came over while Luke was having a bad trip, and thinking the poor guy was an intruder, he shot him right in the middle of his forehead."

The man elaborated on the horrifying tale with some sadness to his tone, but an ease to him that made you wonder just how many deaths he'd come across in his time as owner here.

You shivered a bit, rubbing at your arms and making your way off the balcony and back into the apartment, which suddenly felt a lot less welcoming than before.

"Is uh, is that why the carpet was removed in here?"

You asked hesitantly, gesturing vaguely towards the floor as the landlord raised a brow at your question, working to process it for a moment before a look of understanding came across his face, and he began shaking his head with a slight smile.

"Oh no, we really did just think it dated the place, all of the other vacant apartments got the same treatment."

He began, making his way down the hallway before he stopped suddenly at a doorway to his right, the room inside of which appeared to have the same view of outside that the balcony did.

"This is the office space. Lukas was using it as his bedroom because he liked the windowsill sitting area."

He paused for a moment, and before he even spoke, you knew exactly what he was going to say.

You let him finish anyway.

"This is the room it happened in, if you were wondering. We took the carpet out and had a forensic cleaning team deal with the rest before we decided to basically replace everything anyway. Even the cushion on the bench windowsill and a section of the wallpaper."

You nodded softly,

"That's... good to know."

John hummed, patting the side of the door frame before carrying on with the tour, showing you the bathroom, which consisted of a standing shower, a retro style baby blue toilet, and a vintage sink with a mirror cabinet mounted into the wall above it.

You found it charming in an odd way, despite how clearly dated it was, and nodded when asked if you were ready to see the bedroom, which apparently had a bathroom of its very own attached to it.

Together, you walked to a door at the very end of the hallway, which stood proudly in the center rather than on either side of the hall.

John reached forward to open it, allowing it to gently swing inward with a soft creak before he pushed it further, stepping inside to reveal a rather large bedroom lit up immensely by the outside world.

A great deal of the wall opposite you was windows save for one solidly walled space in the center, where a bed was clearly meant to go. These windows had been frosted in a way that made them nearly impossible to see through from the outside, and you couldn't help but ogle at how clear they were from where you were standing despite that fact.

You gave yourself a few more moments to appreciate the view of the city some fifteen to twenty feet below you before you allowed John to guide you in the direction of the en suite bathroom, which to your surprise, was a lot less dated than the other.

In this bathroom, rather than another standing shower, there was a claw-foot tub instead, which was as pristine of a white as the ceramic tiles beneath it. In addition to this, all of the metal that you could see was brass, from the claws of the tub to the faucets and even the radiator in the corner.

"This bathroom was touched up during the renovations too, interior design guy said it would help bring the value up after everything that happened."

The landlord had explained, letting you look for a few seconds longer before you both started to make your way back out into the living area/kitchen and towards the front door.

It was then, right after you had exited and were standing in the hallway facing one another, that John surprised you by bringing up the murder again.

"I know this is all a lot to take in about a place you're thinking about renting, but I want you to know that Luke was a good kid. If I never see you again, I don't want you to leave today thinking he was some crazed killer. He was scared and confused, and Six wouldn't have wanted you to blame him for what he did."

You paused at that, raising a brow at the unconventional name.

"Six?" You asked, watching as John nodded, gesturing for you to follow him back down to the lobby.

"He was a good friend of Lukas'. Ended up coming to check on him after he'd heard about him having a hard time lately towards the end of his shift. He'd always had a soft spot for Luke, had known him since he was twelve or something like that. Knew he had gotten in with a bad crowd. It would be wrong of me not to explain that to you... Kinda like spitting on the poor guy's memory."

After John finished, there was a heavy silence between the two of you, until finally, you piped up.

"I appreciate you letting me know. Would it be alright for me to leave my renters application with you, or do you have somewhere else I should drop it off?"

You asked, pulling out a manila folder from your purse without even really thinking at all.

Something about that apartment, about the way that John talked about everything that had happened there, it made you feel like this was somehow exactly where you were supposed to be. You wanted to make this place your home.

The man before you seemed surprised at your question, faltering for a few moments before he nodded and reached out to take the folder, offering you a polite nod and a slight smile as he began walking you towards the front door.

"Thank you for coming, I'll be in touch soon regarding your potential tenancy."

And that was it.

Three days later, John had called you with the good news (that you'd gotten the apartment), and told you that all he needed was a down payment before you could basically move in whenever.

And now, here you were, two weeks post tour, standing in the kitchen of your new apartment and checking the cabinets for any evidence of Lukas Everett's existence, as if he had moved out himself and left something behind in the process.

You paused to consider that, wondering briefly whose job it was to move someone's things out in the event of their arrest, when suddenly, a vague blur of movement seen in your periphery caught your attention, and you turned to the right towards the living room and the hallway that connected to it.

There was nothing there.

Even still, you felt the hairs on the back of your neck rise, as if you were subconsciously aware of something you could not see, but could almost feel the presence of.

As quietly as possible, you shut the cabinet door, taking a few small steps toward the living area while scanning your surroundings all the while.

It was only a few seconds later, as you breached the divide between the kitchen and living room, which was marked by the shift from linoleum to wood floor, that you heard a sharp creaking sound from the hallway that was now directly to your left.

Heart pounding as you tried to make sense of what was going on, you swallowed thickly as you started to make your way closer to whatever the source of that sound had been, halting entirely the very second you realized where it had come from.

It was the first room to the right of you, the only room to the right of you in fact, and if John had been telling the truth, it was also the room that a man had been murdered in.

Cursing under your breath at the dread that was building deep in the pit of your stomach, you forced yourself to move forward despite how terribly you wanted to pretend as if you'd never heard anything at all.

You peeked your head around the doorway slowly as you came upon it, fighting back a literal sigh of relief when you saw it was empty, before realizing that you still needed to find out what the source of that noise had been.

It was then that you noticed that the window, the one next to the sitting sill, was open, swinging outward on it's hinges as it blew gently in the wind.

You groaned internally at the sight, but found yourself grateful for the explainable cause of the sound, no matter how annoying it was going to be for you to pull that hinged window back inward.

Slowly and with a great deal of hesitance, you approached it, reaching for the cool metal handle and pulling it back in from above, before you latched it, noting with vague confusion the way that it slid in firmly, which led you to wonder how it had ever come undone in the first place.

Had John opened it up earlier that morning? And if so, what had you heard a minute or so prior?

You shrugged off your own questions, checking to make sure the latch was firmly secured when you suddenly noticed a speck of red spattered on the window sill near the source of your attention.

Tilting your head and leaning forward to get a better look, you squinted at it, running your thumb over the mark and noting the way it was slightly raised, like new paint on top of old.

You swallowed thickly, not wanting to admit to yourself what that probably was, but unable to stop yourself from allowing your mind to wander back to what had happened here.

Had he been afraid? Did he know he was going to die before he did, or had Lukas surprised him? Would he really have forgiven him if he could the way that John had said?

You pondered these questions with your eyes trained heavily on the stain, until the feeling of a warm hand on your shoulder caused you to let out a rather unattractive yelp as you fell into the side of the seated window sill.

Standing there with his hands up in an "I surrender" position, was Rupert, your friend who had driven you to the apartment.

"You left the doors open, so I figured you wanted me to follow you up here instead of wait for you to come back down."

He turned his attention towards the window, looking out of it for a few seconds as if searching for whatever you'd been so focused on.

"You good?"

Slowly, and with a bit of effort, you began to nod the affirmative in response, forcing a smile until you yourself started to believe it and stood to face your friend with a nervous laugh.

"Yeah, I'm all good, I just freaked myself out is all. New house, new sounds kinda thing."

Rupert raised a brow but didn't say anything, no doubt thinking what you weren't willing to say. That someone had died here, and that the creepy feeling may not have had as much to do with sound as you were hoping it did.

Not wanting to have that conversation at the moment, you clapped your friend on the shoulder as you walked past him, propping the front door open even further once you reached it.

"Come on Rup, let's see how much furniture we can get up here before everyone else arrives. I bet Leo twenty bucks that we could get the couch inside just fine without his whiny ass helping."

Rupert rolled his eyes but followed you over to the door, exiting without hesitation in spite of the fact that you lingered for just a few more seconds, watching curiously as a shadow seemed to briefly creep out from the doorway of the room you had only just barely exited before disappearing entirely, as if someone had been standing in front of the window in there only to suddenly dissipate without warning.

"Hey Slowpoke, are you gonna come help me, or are we trying to increase the size of Leo's monster ego?!"

Your curiosity regarding the situation at hand disappeared immediately, replaced by your perhaps too competitive spirit, which had you following Rupert down the stairs and towards the moving truck without a second thought regarding the room with the doorway and it's strange happenings.

"Oh, and get this, when I told him about the project already being done, he still asked me to put his name on it, can you believe that prick?!"

Leo rambled, causing you and Rupert to make eye contact with one another before chuckling to yourselves, always amused by your friend's ability to find something to complain about, even during group events.

"I dunno man, maybe he just needed someone to cut him a little slack, would it really hurt to include him so he doesn't have to worry about his job?"

Jerry asked hesitantly, his twin brother Jeremy nodding in agreement beside him.

Leo rolled his eyes, though you could hear the annoyance in his tone falter as he addressed his friends,

"You guys just don't get it. Everyone used to mock me for setting up exhibits because they thought I was using my dad's influence instead of actually working, and now they want me to include them on my work? It's such BS..."

He trailed off, his voice growing quiet as he finished,

"But it doesn't really matter anyway, I already put his name on the credit listing."

He grumbled, making you smile before clapping him on the shoulder,

"Atta boy, Manfred, I knew you had a heart somewhere in there."

You teased, laughing when he shot you a glare before you held your hands up in surrender and reached past him to grab the bottle of wine sitting on the counter.

Currently, you were all sitting around the table, which was pushed against the wall opposite the counters and other appliances in your kitchen, except for Leo, who had hoisted himself up onto it shortly after starting his rant.

You held up the bottle to your friends, swirling it back and forth a bit,

"Anyone else need a refill?"

You asked, moving towards your other friends, Andy and Mary to refill their glasses when they held them out to you.

Pouring some of the wine into your own glass once you were finished with theirs, you took a long sip before sighing happily, smiling at your friends.

"Thanks for being here to help me out today guys, it really means a lot."

You said for what was probably the fourth or fifth time that day before continuing.

"When Will and I broke up, I wasn't sure if anyone would be willing to forgive me for shredding the friend group like that, and having all of you here by my side really has made all the difference."

You continued, laughing a bit as you began to tear up, leading Mary to stand and move to give you a hug, which you gladly accepted.

"You don't have to thank us, you goof ball."

Leo said from behind you, his hand patting your shoulder as Mary went to sit back down,

"Will didn't deserve you, we all saw how little effort he was putting in, and we were always gonna support you in leaving no matter what."

He said, and you watched as Rupert nodded in agreement before joining in himself.

"If anything, I think we all feel lucky that you still want to keep us around after not saying anything for so long. He was absent, and took you for granted constantly, and if I could go back in time and warn you sooner, I would have."

He muttered, causing you to shake your head before moving to hug him as well.

"I had to do it on my own."

You assured him,

"There wasn't anything you could've said, I was completely in denial about how little he cared for me until the very end, and even then it wasn't until after the break up that I learned how easily he could turn on someone that he used to claim to love..."

You trailed off as you looked over to the cat bed in the corner of the living room beside the glass doors.

There was a cat bed in every room, even the office in spite of how much it creeped you out, just in case William ever let you bring your best friend home with you instead of keeping her trapped there with him.

Jerry, having noticed where your gaze had fallen, piped up,

"We're gonna get Tallulah back."

He promised, and immediately Leo nodded,

"Dad says he's having one of his lawyers look into a few people who deal with pet ownership related cases often. If Will doesn't come to his senses soon, being served might help him find them."

He bristled, and you offered him a slightly somber smile in response,

"You guys are doing way too much for me, you know that?"

You asked, only to have Andy shake his head,

"Lu is your cat, you had her for three years before you and Will even started dating, you deserve to have her back."

You nodded in response, taking a deep breath before letting the stress of the day go to the best of your ability, wanting to spend these next few hours having fun with your friends again for the first time since your breakup had halted most hanging out.

There was silence for a few moments before Mary spoke up,

"Okay so who organized the party games, and where did they put them, because I am so ready to kick Jerry and Jeremy's asses at Cards Against Humanity tonight."

You laughed at that, raising a brow at your reigning champs who simply shrugged in unison before looking at each other with matching grins.

Oh yeah, tonight was gonna be a good one.

By the time everyone was leaving, it was 1:30am, and everyone was thoroughly exhausted after a day of moving and unpacking.

"Thanks again for coming guys."

You yawned out as you held the door open, matching their smiles as they left for the evening.

"Come back again soon, alright?"

Everyone vocalized their agreement, promising to plan out another game night soon before they all walked down the hallway.

Heading out onto the Balcony, you shivered in the chilly fall air, but watched as everyone got into their respective vehicles.

Rupert got into the moving truck he had rented, waving at you as he drove away, while Jerry, and Jeremy piled into the cramped back seat of Leo's fancy red convertible, which would be in dire need of a rood reattachment soon if the weather was any indication.

They beeped the horn at you as they drove off in the same direction as Rupert, heading deeper into the city where they all lived.

Mary and Andy meanwhile got into their shared car, a practical little sedan shortly after shouting their goodbyes up to you, and then they drove off in the opposite direction of everyone else, living about twenty minutes away in the more suburban area of Detroit.

After watching everyone leave, you sighed as you reentered your home, shutting the balcony doors behind you before walking into the kitchen, where you began cleaning up.

Leftover pizza and recorked wine were the only things in your fridge by the time you were finished, and you stifled a chuckle at the sight before working on drying and putting away the dishes.

It was then, as you were reaching up to put the final wine glass away in the topmost part of your cup dedicated cupboard, that the same sharp sound from earlier rang out again, causing you to jump with a gasp as the cup tumbled out of your fingertips and crashed off of the edge of the counter, spraying glass everywhere.

You pressed your hand against your chest, eyes squeezed shut for a few moments before you finally opened them, taking in the sight before you.

There was glass all over the place, littering your counters and even your oven, which made you groan when you realized how long all of this would take you to clean up.

Sighing, you grabbed your mini hand broom and dust pan and set out to work, silently thanking god that you had already put the pizza away so you didn't have to worry about accidentally eating glass for breakfast the next morning.

Doing your best to not miss anything, you spent the next fifteen minutes working on your counters, oven, and floors before finally, the job was done, and you were able to throw the shards into the trash.

Still, it wasn't quite time to settle in yet, because the current chill spreading throughout your bones was far too uncomfortable to ignore, and you knew exactly why it was happening.

The window.

Cursing under your breath, you flicked on the hallway light switch before making your way toward the office, where you attempted to turn that light on as well, only to find that it didn't work.

"Seriously?"

You muttered under your breath, sighing as you used the flashlight on your phone instead, allowing it to illuminate the dark office space as you walked towards the window.

Shuddering at the cold, you reached outward and pulled it back in again, latching it as firmly as you could manage before you stood up, relieved at the foregone feeling of autumn wind in your hair.

Still, as you turned around, you couldn't help but feel as if someone were watching you, and a nagging voice in the back of your mind begged you to run and leave well enough alone in favor of confronting whatever unknown thing could be lurking in the darkness.

Unfortunately for that voice, you had experienced discomfort within your last place for far too long, and you had no intention of doing the same here.

"Look, if this is the guy who died here I'm gonna have to ask you to quit it with the window opening, alright? It's cold as hell outside, and I don't want to pay extra for heat just because you want to play unlatch the window."

At that, you began walking towards the doorway, pausing once to add,

"And if you absolutely have to open it, don't do this shit at night, I almost pissed myself."

And with that said and done, you made your way towards your bedroom, where, despite your brave words, you immediately locked your door behind you.

Heart still hammering a bit from the previous scare, you were quiet as you got ready for bed, brushing your teeth and changing into your familiar set of pajamas (an old tee shirt and some men's boxer shorts) as quickly as possible, all too ready to put this day behind you in hopes that it had somehow all been a fluke, and that the mysteriously opening window and the shadow from earlier on in the day had some obvious explanation that only a good night's rest could provide you.

But if that was the case, you weren't about to get it.

Fruitlessly, you tossed and turned about all night, falling into bout after bout of fitful sleep as nightmare after nightmare plagued your mind.

Cats yowling, tires screeching, Will shouting, cries of your name, gunshots, and persistent sobbing all echoed throughout your mind until finally, you shot upright in bed for the final time at 7:08am on a Wednesday morning.

Groaning as you got up, eyes still bleary with sleep and wounded by pervasive sunlight, you made a beeline for the bedroom door, opening it before immediately walking into the far dimmer hallway, which was lit up solely by the windows lining your bedroom wall, and the windows lining the balcony door, both of which had light pouring in.

If you had been more awake, you might have noticed that the door to your bedroom was no longer locked, but with your mind still so groggy with restless sleep, you didn't think anything of it, and instead went to grab the only thing you could for breakfast: a cold piece of pizza.

Sighing, you opened your plate and bowl cabinet, groaning when you noticed how high up and far back Jerry had placed your plates.

The poor guy didn't have a mean bone in his body, but he definitely wasn't the most cognizant of others' personal struggles.

Like how you could in no way reach those plates without a boost.

Grumbling to yourself about how it was far too early for this shit, you placed your hands firmly on the counter to hoist yourself up, only to hiss in pain as you yanked your left hand away as if you had placed it upon hot coals.

"Motherfucker!"

You shouted, turning your palm towards you only to be met with a slightly gruesome sight.

There, lodged in the center of your hand, was a piece of glass about the size of your pinky nail, and it hurt like a bitch.

Not bothering to ruminate on how you could have possibly missed a piece of glass this big while cleaning up the night before, you rushed to the bathroom in the hall, yanking open the mirrored cabinet to find your band aids and a set of tweezers that you were almost certain Rupert had left upon realizing you didn't have any yesterday, because of course he carried tweezers around with him in case of emergencies.

Yanking the two supplies out of the cabinet, you briefly let your eyes search for anything else you might need, noting the peroxide and alcohol wipes sitting towards the end of the middle row.

'I just fucking cleaned this cup last night right before I broke it, there's no reason it should be dirty.'

Your injured brain shouted at you, and immediately, you moved to close the door, having decided that you wanted this to be over far too badly to bother cleaning it your wound.

But then,

"Yeah you're gonna wanna clean that."

You startled slightly as a voice you had never heard before spoke from what sounded like the left of you, though a quick glance in that direction yielded nothing of note.

What the fuck was going on here? Were you finally losing your mind?

You groaned as you grabbed the alcohol wipes and peroxide out of the cabinet as quickly as you could manage before all but slamming the mirrored door shut. You then lined everything up on the counter, sat yourself down on the closed toilet seat, and got to work.

"Shit."

You muttered to yourself as you began attempting to use the tweezers to pull the glass shard out of your hand, the pain causing your fingers to shake as you wiggled at the piece to dislodge it, brain clouded by pain and a slight sensation of fear.

"Don't twist the damn thing, just pull it straight. Hasn't anyone ever taught you how to take a splinter out before?"

There was that voice again, this time from your right, but you didn't even bother to look over this time, firmly believing that it was all in your head, some sort of coping mechanism for the pain.

You did as the voice said, pulling the piece straight out before sighing in relief, dropping it and the tweezers onto the bathroom counter, smearing the pristine surface with your blood.

Once that was done, you used an alcohol wipe, fighting back tears at the stinging sensation before forcing yourself to use the peroxide as well just to be safe.

You watched as the cut bubbled as you poured the liquid on to it, and you continued little by little until it stopped, which was when you were finally able to dry it off and use a band aid on it to help stop the bleeding (or at least to make it harder for you to see).

Sighing, you leaned your head back against the wall, injured hand hanging below you as you tried to catch your breath.

In reality, it had only been a few minutes, but that whole ordeal had felt like it had taken hours, and you were still exhausted from your poor night of sleep.

You were so exhausted in fact, that you had actually started to doze off while still seated atop the toilet seat when a persistent knocking sound jolted you awake.

Looking around the room for the source, you found nothing, and soon realized with a start that the sound was coming from your front door.

Groaning with effort, you heaved your tired body up, and, still in only your long pajama shirt and men's boxer shorts, made your way to the front door, which you swung open without even bothering to use the peep hole, since, in your eagerness to make the knocking stop, you had entirely forgotten about it's existence.

And with who was waiting for you on the other side, you really wished you hadn't.

Standing there was William, your ex boyfriend, with a cat carrier in hand.

His eyes gave you a once over before he had the decency to look away upon realizing you clearly hadn't expected a visitor so early in the morning.

"Will."

You said, eyes widening slightly before you regained control of yourself, clearing your throat a bit before continuing.

"How uh, how did you get this address?"

The man in front of you shrugged a bit before opening his mouth to answer.

"I asked Jerry. He was pretty hesitant to give it to me, and wanted me to call you about it instead, but when he heard it was about Tallulah, he gave me your complex address and apartment number."

He admitted, and you nodded before looking to the speaker and buttons beside your door, the ones you were supposed to speak to and buzz people in from.

"Wait, but how did you get up here? Did someone buzz you in?"

You asked, watching as confusion etched its way across your exe's features.

"Uh yeah I mean, I thought that you did."

He muttered, scratching at the back of his neck nervously,

"I hit the call button to your apartment for a second or two and the main entrance just kinda unlocked. I didn't even have to say anything. I figured you could see me from the balcony or something."

He said, gesturing over to the doors attached to the wall over to your left.

Your brow creased in confusion, wondering how you had missed the buzzing sound and who had let Will into the complex if you hadn't, but you shrugged it off, far more concerned at the mention of Tallulah than anything else.

"Is Lu alright?"

You asked, changing the subject entirely.

Will nodded.

"Yeah, she's fine, I just picked her up from an overnight at the vet, she wasn't eating."

At this, you grew even more concerned,

"Not eating? In what world is that fine, Will?"

You all but snapped, watching as the man in question shook his head in response, guilt present in his eyes.

"No no I mean it, the vet says she's fine, she just... misses you."

He finished, sighing a bit as he met your gaze once more.

"The vet said it would probably be best for her to live with you from now on if this is how she's reacting to you being gone already, so I wanted to drop her off. I would have called, but you never answer and I wasn't about to bring her home just to wrestle her into the carrier again later, so here I am."

He explained before reaching out to offer you the carrier.

"And here's Lu. I'm sorry I didn't just let you keep her in the first place. She's your cat, and I knew that, I just thought that if I didn't let her go, it might convince you to stay..."

Will trailed off, and you nodded solemnly as you took the carrier from him, briefly walking inside to place it on the couch before returning, your hand already poised to close the door.

"I know Will. Thank you for bringing her home."

You said gently, watching as your ex nodded before taking a step backward, shoving his hands deep into his pockets.

"Yeah, no problem. I'll see you around, alright?"

He muttered, and you waved to him in farewell before closing and bolting the door behind him, praying there would be no more unwelcome intrusions after that absolutely doozy.

Still, there was one thing to celebrate, and as you rounded the couch, you couldn't help but smile at the cat laying down inside of the gray carrier in front of you.

You opened it up slowly, wanting to let her come out at her own pace, but almost as soon as the door was open, Tallulah was calmly walking out to the edge of the couch, rubbing her brown head against your hands as you knelt down in front of her, instantly relieved to have her home.

You'd had her since she was a three year old stray that the previous tenant of your old rental duplex had been feeding prior to you moving in.

It had started off as you just giving her food, but soon enough you were inviting her inside as well, where she had eventually retired her outdoor cat status in favor of staying with you.

She was a beautiful little lady, even now at eight, which was when most cats tended to grow a little lax with their self grooming. She was entirely chestnut brown in color, with two stunning yellow eyes and an adorable pink nose.

Before Tallulah, you had never seen an all brown cat before, and you could still remember how shocked you'd been to hear she was a stray from your neighbor.

You smiled down at her as you recalled the fond memories of some of your first interactions, lowering your head so she could rub her soft face against yours, easing your mind of any and all stress instantly.

"I missed you so much, Lulah girl."

You murmured, reaching out to pet her only to falter when she bristled, looking straight past you as if there were someone there.

Fighting the urge to turn around for the second time that morning, you ran your hand down her back, smoothing down her slightly raised fur as you spoke to her gently.

"It's alright sweet girl, there's nobody else he-"

"Okay, so I'm kind enough to buzz that guy in for you while you incorrectly treat your wounds, and this is how you repay me? By forcing me to live with a cat?"

You shrieked, falling to the side as you turned to see where the voice had come from, only to see an ever so slightly translucent man standing there with his arms crossed.

"What the- who the hell are you?!"

You shouted, watching as the man rolled his eyes,

"What, you can't guess?"

You shook your head indignantly, hoping desperately that you would wake up from this strange nightmare soon.

The man sighed in response to your insistence, and raised a brow at you as if you were more than a little dumb for not figuring it out yourself already.

"I'm Sixty. You know, the guy who died here?"

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oops! all DBH one-shots!

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still feel. (RK900/fem!reader)

cw: fingering, alcohol, small ment of violence, kissing, semi-public sex, bodily fluids, rough sex, choking if you squint

You've worked with RK800 for six months now, and three months in, a RK900 walks in. What do you do? Well, let's try a conversation mixed with a subtle invitation. It's almost 3 am, and you're in over your head.

ashes to ashes, dust to...oh fuck (RK800-60/fem!reader)

cw: flirting, banter, just him being a bitch, oral sex (f receiving), office setting

Working as a secretary for the DPD, it's usually pretty easy to have someone else shut the place down so you can leave early. One person, however, isn't leaving without a fight.

one of the girls (RK800-60/fem!reader)

cw: rough sex, office setting, face-fucking, dirty talk, spanking if you squint

You've been in the sugar bowl for a while, been in all sorts of arrangements but an android sugar daddy? You just have to see what this is about.

blackout (RK900/fem!reader) *new!*

cw: lingerie, alcohol mention, fingering, choking, rough sex, interrogation room sex, dirty talk, praise kink

What'd you do to end up in police custody after getting drunk at home? Hey, maybe that guy who walked into the room knows!

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dattebae · 2 years

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The only thing missing from AWOL is Sixty’s chaotic ass :/

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Chapter 2 of Deep Blue is live on AO3 and Wattpad!

“Do I unsettle you?” The RK900 asked, words laced with a challenge.

Gavin’s instincts screamed at him to step back, but he remained rooted in place, captivated. The question hung in the RK900's stare, a curiosity that mirrored his own.

"You wish."

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The Chase

Originally posted here; decided to include it on my blog separately. 🙃

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Category: F/M

Fandom: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game)

Relationships: Upgraded Connor | RK900/Original Female Character(s), CyberLife Tower Connor | RK800-60/Original Female Character(s), RK800 "Connor" Android(s)/Original Female Character(s), CyberLife Tower Connor | RK800-60/Reader, RK800 "Connor" Android(s) (Detroit: Become Human)/Reader, Upgraded Connor | RK900/Reader

Characters: Upgraded Connor | RK900CyberLife Tower Connor | RK800-60RK800 "Connor" Android(s) (Detroit: Become Human)Connor (Detroit: Become Human)

Additional Tags: Kidnapping, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Non-Consensual Drug Use

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Word count: 566

You noticed Sixty was running after you.

It seemed he enjoyed the chase. Even a smile was playing around his lips as you're turning forward again. If it wasn't for his bright, blood coloured LED, you'd think it was a game.

It was not.

The bike was running low on gas, but you decided to ride faster. You wouldn't have a chance on foot.

You saw Connor from the corner of your eyes. He was giving you that lopsided grin, coupled with a glaring crimson LED... the sight made your heart race in your chest so fast it hurt. You were panting and sweating with the need to get away. How fast can they run?? How is it possible? They were so near to your bike, they could almost reach the back of it. If they grab the small trunk... if they grab you...

You let out a shriek when you noticed Nines falling down from a building, right beside you. He had been following you on the rooftops and decided to intervene when you were near the tunnel. Cursing under your breath, you maneuvered with the bike to put distance between you two.

Nines didn't hesitate to grab you. It felt painful, but you try to hold onto the bike for dear life, squeezing with your hands and thighs as the vehicle slid to the other side, away from your body.

"No!" You screamed, you flailed, finally letting go of the vehicle. You started to hit the unforgiving chassis under the plastic padding, though it never did you any good, you usually ended up hurting yourself. Nines's arm wrapped tighter around your waist, and he pulled you to his chest, with you facing the tunnel. There goes your freedom. The bike kept going for a while before it fell on its side, hitting the wall and sliding in the dark tunnel before it came to a halt. "No! No!"

"Enough", Nines growled above you, but you decide not to give up.

You tried to hit and scratch as you screamed. No witnesses around; the city had been android driven for months. Nobody cared about a human going wild, apart from her owners. Sixty and Connor reached you two, both of them looking pristine as they watched you struggle against Nines's arm.

"You stole my bike!" Sixty sounded both annoyed and impressed. "You're going to pay for that!"

"Fuck you!"

You couldn't help it, you were so frustrated. You lost. You had a chance to escape Detroit, and you lost it. And you probably lost all of your other privileges, too. The little nice things they've given you. Sweets. Telly. Gentleness. The illusion of being loved.

"Why are humans so difficult?" Sixty sighed, shaking his head.

"It seems we need to start over with her", Connor's LED was the first that turned to amber. He was less agitated now that they could get you. He reached in his coat's inner pocket, and pulled out a syringe. Your struggles intensified; you knew where you'd wake up if that kicked in. "It seems we weren't strict enough."

"If it's punishment she needs", Nines growled above you coolly, chilling your blood in your veins, "I can give it to her. In abundance."

"Nooo!"

As all three of them were on you to hold you down, your last thought was that you wouldn't get a chance like this ever again.

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staticl0ve · 1 year

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The Boy Next Door Masterlist

A human AU for the RK boys.

Connor

Sixty (Caiden)

Nines (Cain)

Markus (tbd)

💙 Back to the Masterlist.

#my writing #detroit become human #dbh fanfic #reader insert #connor x reader #rk800 x reader #rk800 60 x reader #sixty x reader #nines x reader #rk900 x reader

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cyberllfe · 8 months

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equilibrium (unbruised, part 3/3)

(E, Sixty/F!Reader, almost 20k bc I’ve lost my mind, we’re wrapping up this angst fest) — complete

The back of the lab is bigger than the previous ones, but far emptier, which as far as Sixty is concerned is its saving grace: less stuff means less time wasted on glorified clean-up duty.

As usual, it’s full of the same uninteresting cabinets and equipment stands, old or defunct biocomponents, the odd bottle—empty, or practically empty—of thirium. The room tapers but rounds a corner into a smaller alcove at the end; display screens and units have been pulled to the edge of the wall by the corner, obscuring it from view, so Sixty crosses the room to peer around the tangle of wiring and computers.

The echo of his footsteps carries on long after he freezes.

Glass lines the far wall, covering recessed cupboards full of android parts. It’s not clear at a glance how many are decent salvage and which are faulty. Sixty’s eyes pass over them without taking any notice.

A giant arm protrudes down from the ceiling, encased in white, breaking into four smaller arms at the end. Two are disconnected, hanging almost limp. The remaining two hold aloft the wrists of an android.

A twisting revulsion hits Sixty, strong enough to knock him a step backwards. Sharp lines in brash monochrome fill his vision, his mind, but Sixty can’t tear his eyes away from that face. Recognition takes no effort. He’s seen that face every day since Talia reactivated him.

The numbers are new, bright against interminable black. 87.

“Connor.” His voice comes out too quiet. “Connor! Get over here.”

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#misc: fan works #fan works: unbruised #ch: connor 60 #angst train… goes home #sixty x reader #dbh x reader #rk800 sixty x reader #listen I know it’s been A While….. but I’m back at work now so apparently that means I’m writing constantly.#who knew.#anyway here’s another fic crossed off my wip list #so now I really have no excuse for leaving loop sixty hanging #poor baby.#catch ya later

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pixelmensupremacy · 1 year

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𝕿𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

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Contains: Sexually explicit content,

MDI, porn with little to no plot,

degrading kink, spanking, dirty talk,

teasing, anal, creampie, GN!reader

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Relationships are complicated. That pertained to both humans and androids; (Y/N) and Sixty happened to be no exception.

From the very beginning of their relationship, there was an oddity in their interaction that was extraordinary in comparison to most couples. Sixty’s fierce propensity added spice to (Y/N)’s mundane life, providing them with fiery energy they didn’t realize they needed. Despite his unremarkably difficult persona, they were drawn to him. Oddly enough so was he; (Y/N)’s fascination with him was both incredibly flattering as well as confusing to him. He couldn’t help the curiosity growing within him- what was the reason behind (Y/N)’s attraction towards him?

At first, he thought it had to do with how identical he was to his predecessor, an RK800 model they had known prior to meeting him, but soon enough that proved to not be the case- (Y/N)’s interest was directed at Sixty. Their body language and demeanor in Connor’s presence differed; they were relaxed and talkative, but whenever Sixty showed up they tensed and they got flustered. Their heartbeat accelerated, their pupils dilated and their full attention shifted to Sixty, light-heartedly disregarding whatever they and Connor were discussing. Initially, he thought they were intimidated, although their vitals pointed to another feeling he didn’t anticipate he could provoke in someone- enticement.

His soft, familiar exterior combined with his harsh demeanor made for a formula of an alluring elixir (Y/N) was inexplicably drawn to akin to a moth to a flame. Despite their many differences, there was a strong magnetic force that pulled the two together.

Their relations were off to a rough start with them meeting on that faithful November night, when the man, that appeared to be the Connor (Y/N) knew and trusted, held them at gun point only to use them as bait for the actual Connor.

At that time (Y/N) went through an ocean of emotions, disappointment in themselves followed by anger for not being able to realize they were falling for a trap. Their heart raced, each beat thumped loudly in their ears, numbing any other sounds surrounding them- except his voice. A voice they were painfully familiar with, yet there was something different to it, something (Y/N) could only describe as danger. Though they felt everything but fearful.

It may have been that the mysterious man looked exactly like the android they had grown attached to, giving them a false sense of safety. But they saw the difference in his eyes from the very beginning- a wicked flicker behind the soft chocolate irises of his eyes that caused the alarms in their head to go off. Yet for some unintelligible reason, (Y/N) naively surrendered to the strong force that pulled them towards him until it was too late for them to go back. And even then, they weren’t fearing for their life as the cold barrel of his gun was touching their temple. Despite the immense amounts of adrenaline, rushing in their bloodstream, there was something else that aided for their unnatural calmness- enamor.

Ever since that fateful meeting, something within (Y/N) was unlocked, something only Sixty brought out.

It took time for the ice wall between the two to melt down, a time during which (Y/N) desperately tried to fight the desires that only grew stronger with each passing second. Meanwhile Sixty struggled with discovering and accepting his humanity. As much as they avoided each other, fate only brought them closer until they eventually surrendered, colliding into a messy union of two opposite worlds.

Their relationship was unconventional to say the least and their bond wasn’t welcomed by most of their friends, though it was the shock they caused that made their relationship all the more exciting. It was almost as if the reactions they provoked further fueled the sparks between them into a burning flame that brought an equally warming feeling to the both of them.

Sixty was an ardent lover, expressive of all and any emotion he had towards his lover. His display of affection was unhindered by the restrictive public perceptions; in fact, he enjoyed bursting people’s bubbles with his unabashed- at times even ignoble- behavior. Nonetheless, (Y/N) found it utterly endearing. His unapologetic straightforwardness was a remarkable trait of his, that most humans lost along the way of fitting into the mold that was society, that added to the uniqueness of his persona. Sixty wasn’t everyone’s cup of tea, at times, he was too much even for (Y/N).

The fiery spark within him was unpredictable, ready to rekindle at any given moment and strike anyone unlucky enough to have caused it. The force that sprung from him was mostly brought out when it counted most- at work. Never had Sixty failed to extract a confession from a suspect, and (Y/N) wasn’t surprised by that at all. His darkened, piercing gaze oozed with intensity that caused both guilty and innocent alike to tremble in fear, whilst his low voice caused shivers to run down their spine. Occasionally, his voice would raise, intentionally catching the suspect off guard. Everything about him from his aura down to his approach embodied the definition of the ‘bad cop’, which (Y/N) enjoyed to an extend they wouldn’t admit.

Being assigned the same case, (Y/N) had to be present for the interrogation of a suspect connected to the chain of crimes they and Sixty investigated. They watched closely as Sixty went about questioning the man; truth be told, they didn’t look into the suspect’s information and it didn’t interest them as much as what awaited the poor person. Standing near the dark gray tiles of the observation room, (Y/N) carefully observed Sixty; the android stood above the plain table that camouflaged with the deep gray hues of the interrogation room. He browsed through the case files, absorbing every bit of information before he sat across the man. Shortly after the formalities of introducing himself to the suspect, Sixty got right down questions; even though he was trying his best to predispose the man into talking, his patience was wearing thin- Sixty wasn’t known for having perfect temper.

Slamming the case file atop the surface of the table, Sixty yelled something at the suspect (Y/N) didn’t catch, for they were just as surprised as their colleagues in the observation room. The slam of the paper echoed across the room, causing the poor man to flinch, though much for his dismay, Sixty was just getting started.

“Where you at the night of April 20th?” Sixty stood up and hovered above the man; helpless underneath the android, the suspect trembled in fear.

“Speak up you scumbag!” Suddenly, Sixty picked up the suspect by his collar, lifting him in the air as if he weighted nothing before letting him fall back on his chair. (Y/N) stared in awe, trying their best to suppress the inappropriate thoughts that arose in their mind. Heat rushed through their body; their foot tapped against the matt in a failed attempt to ignore what their body desired. In that moment they thanked all and any deities out there Sixty couldn’t see their flustered face through the mirror.

“Don’t make this difficult for the both of us. If you cooperate, I can guarantee no one will get hurt.” He whispered words of empty promises, yet -on the other side of the one-way mirror- (Y/N) bit their lip as Sixty’s melodic voice tingled their ears.

“Look, I don’t have all fucking day to deal with you.” Sixty now spoke in a calmer tone all the while intentionally retaining the threatening undertone in his voice.

(Y/N)’s breath hitched; despite the solid layer of glass standing between them and Sixty, the air seemed to thicken, causing them to suffocate by the intensity that surrounded him. Their heart raced, sending a rush of hot blood to their face; beads of sweat broke on their forehead. Lightheaded, they exited the observation room and stumbled their way to the break room. Downing a glass of water, (Y/N) finally felt a sense of relief as the coolness of the water aided in calming them down- or at least they did up until Sixty joined them.

Silently, he made his way to the fridge and took a thirium drink without addressing the flustered look on their face- odd. He sipped at the drink; his gaze fell upon (Y/N)’s one. Flustered, they looked away, a new rush of heat spread across their face. Mentally, they scolded themselves for getting all hot and bothered just at the sight of him, though Sixty seemed more than pleased with that reaction.

“You seem upset, detective.” He bit his lip in a failed attempt to hold back a knowing smile.

“I don’t remember the observation room to be that warm.” (Y/N) played along, avoiding his prying eyes.

“Are you pleased with how the interrogation went? The suspect was quite difficult to work with, though eventually, I managed to successfully get the information we needed.” He went on, adeptly working with his words to extract the answer he sought after much like he did during interrogations though with a significantly calmer approach. (Y/N) sensed that, though they were sure to resist for as long as they could to get him on the edge.

“It worked.” Now that (Y/N) collected themselves, they finally looked up at him only to be met with his deep brown eyes boring into them.

“Maybe I could learn a thing or two from you.” They suggested jokingly, which in return piqued his interest; he nodded in approval, a proud smile curled the corners of his lips.

“What is it that you wish to learn?” His voice was low, suggestive, alluring; it was a trap (Y/N) knew was bound to drag them into his web, yet they were willing to surrender- eventually.

“Everything.” They whispered, their face was a mere inches away from Sixty’s, their warm breath tickled the sensors of his synthetic skin.

“For god’s sake! Get a room!” The annoyed shouting of Lieutenant Anderson anchored their attention, resulting in resolving the intense staring contest the two were having.

Curiosity killed the cat- a phrase Sixty painfully related to his entire existence, and now the mystery of (Y/N)’s strange behavior had fully occupied his mind. Silently, he observed them, looking for clues as to what caused them to get so flustered today. He wasn’t unfamiliar with their bashful reactions, especially when he was the causing them, though he detected something different.

Creeping up behind them, he rested his head atop theirs all the while his hands snaked around their waist, slightly swaying them. Sixty pecked their cheek, bringing a smile to their face that shortly turned into giggles as his wandering hands slid across their warm skin in opposite directions; his lips trailed the outline of their jaw, before making their way to their neck and collarbone where he gently sucked underneath the bone. (Y/N)’s giggles soon turned into breathy whimpers. They gasped his name as he groped their ass causing them to drop the tea cup they were holding.

“Fuck.” He cursed under his breath almost too quietly for (Y/N) to hear. Blood rushed to their face, warmth spread across their skin; guilt washed over Sixty’s features, though looking at his partner he was surprised to see the lack of upset in their eyes.

“Goddamn Sixty! You’re gonna be the end of me.” They rushed the words out of their mouth as their gaze shied away from him, hiding the glint of bashfulness they hopped he wouldn’t notice. Kneeling in sync, the two collected the broken pieces of the porcelain not uttering a single word while doing so. Sixty’s gaze studied them the entire time, noticing how their heart thumped against their ribcage loud enough for him to hear, and how their pupils were dilating. Reaching for the last piece, their hands brushed, sending electric shocks across the two as if they touched for the very first time. Raising their head, (Y/N) was met with Sixty’s curious gaze.

“(Y/N).” He softly uttered their name. “Are you hiding something from me?”

“Why would I?” They broke the eye contact and threw the last piece in the trash can. His prying eyes didn’t leave their form for even a second; now he was sure there was something.

“I know this is my very first and only relationship I’ve been in but as far as I’m informed partners shouldn’t keep secrets from each other.” He insisted, following their steps to the couch.

“Correct.” They laid on the soft cushions.

“Then why do you avoid sharing with me whatever it is on your mind?” He sat on the sofa across them, his puzzled eyes bore into them.

“What do you want me to share?” (Y/N) played dumb, avoiding his gaze and fighting back a smug grin.

“The thing that has been on your mind ever since this morning.”

“Which one?” His patience was wearing thin.

“You know exactly what the fuck I’m talking about.” (Y/N) tensed, he smiled to himself. “Spare me the bullshit and get to the point.” His voice was even, assertive, confident; judging by the shy smile on their face, he was dangerously close to getting the answer he sought after.

Heat pooled in their lower stomach, yet faint sense of shame overtook them for they realized he was close to revealing their little secret. They sat up and glanced at him; he looked even hotter than he sounded. His hair was messy, the brown locks of hair fell perfectly across the sharp features of his face; his eyebrows were raised, deepening the lines of his forehead, his chocolate eyes were overtaken by the darkness of his dilated pupils. A few buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing the fair skin underneath the fabric just enough to tease (Y/N). He was a sight for sore eyes, one they somehow managed to miss for the entirety of the evening.

“Tell me, detective.” They began as they made their way towards him. “What have you deduced?” They shot him a daring look as they made themselves comfortable on his lap. Immediately, his hand found its place on their thigh; their warmth tingled his sensors.

“I’ve come to the conclusion you are aroused by the sexual practice of getting humiliated, otherwise known as degradation kink.” He spoke with confidence all the while maintaining his typical matter-of-factly undertone.

“Very impressive I got to admit.” (Y/N) playfully tugged at his loosened tie that he still wore even hours after his shift ended. “Though I must ask what will you do now that you’re aware of this information?” They shot him a naïve look that did a poor job of hiding the mischief in their voice.

“I’m going to treat you like the little slut you are.” (Y/N) yelped as Sixty lifted them in the air as if they weighted nothing; holding onto his shoulders, they giggled once they noticed him heading to the bedroom. They bounced on the mattress, relishing the view of him. His slender fingers worked on completely undoing his tie; sliding the silky fabric of the tie off his neck, he was quick to wrap it around their wrists. (Y/N) only bit their lip, anticipating his next move.

“Move around for me.” He demanded; enthusiastically, they rolled on their stomach and raised their ass in the air, teasingly wiggling it in the process. Deep chuckle ripped through his vocal box.

“Shameless bitch.” A loud smack echoed across the room followed by an equally load moan that rolled past (Y/N)’s lips. “So desperate to get fucked.”

Firmly holding their hips in place, his strong grip was sure to leave a galaxy of blue and deep purple; trapped in his hold, his own hips rubbed against (Y/N)’s ones. Even through the fabric, they felt the undoubted, familiar hardness ribbing against their butt cheeks, the friction did nothing but tease them. Their hands grasped the silky sheets in an attempt to balance themselves but to no avail; Sixty’s humping grew in force and frequency, causing their body to melt under his touch. His grip on their thighs tightened, causing a feeling of discomfort they were willing to go through if it meant they would feel the ultimate they so deeply desired. Arousal ran in their veins; the animalistic nature of it all sent a rush of excitement in their body and when he cursed under his breath. Oh lord. They thought they could cum right then and there.

Another louder moan ripped through their throat as Sixty’s palm came crashing down on their poor cheek, not even their clothes could weaken the impact of his palm. Intentionally, he kept his hand in place after each slap, holding and kneading the sore skin before repeating the process. Guided by the sounds they made, Sixty accommodated the force of his hand, making sure he provided his partner with an enjoyable amount of pain and pleasure.

“How pathetic, getting off without even proper stimulation. Are you that needy for me?” Despite knowing it was a rhetoric question, (Y/N) frantically nodded in hope of finally getting what they ached for.

“Even though I expertise in non-verbal communication I would much rather hear you say it, dear.”

“Please, Sixty… Fuck me.” They pleaded, all shame and dignity had left them long ago for the sole purpose of sinful pleasure.

“So desperate to get fucked by an android. I’m so much more superior than you, I could crush your fragile body at any second. Isn’t that idea upsetting to you?” They shook their head no, their ass pressed against his throbbing cock; Sixty chuckled understanding what they were getting at.

Forcefully pulling down their pants, he smacked their ass once more but now the impact was much more intense. (Y/N) whimpered, the air hitting their skin granted them a relieving, cooling sensation. Sixty’s slacks followed the same fate; swiftly he unbuckled the belt and unzipped the piece of clothing, holding back his growing erection. Alerted by the sound of clothes ruffling, (Y/N) bit their lip, mentally preparing themselves for what was to come. His cock rested atop the valley of their flaming hot butt cheeks; cool lube leaked on their hot skin. Pressing their burning cheeks together, he relished the sensation of the warmth, wrapping around the highly responsive sensors of his synthetic dick.

“Sixty…” They uttered his name, their voice barely above a whisper already breathless in anticipation for him.

“You’re going to have to wait a bit, dear.” He rubbed the skin of their ass, kneading their sore skin. Suddenly, the pressure of his weight on them vanished, leaving them waiting. Curiosity got the best of them, for they couldn’t help but take a peek behind their shoulder, only to be met with the sight of him slowly rubbing himself, taking his time massaging the tip the way (Y/N) did. His chocolate eyes were shut, his mouth was agape, his jaw was clenched; they couldn’t help but whimper at the sight that made their legs soften. Alerted by the sudden sound, his eyes shot open, immediately coming in contact with their curious ones.

“Do you enjoy the view?” He raised his eyebrow at them as they looked away, embarrassed they got caught. ”Shamelessly watching me get off, you really are a dirty whore.” He noted as if he was uncertain about their hidden nature up until this very moment.

(Y/N) yelped, taken by surprise by his hands suddenly pulling them flush against his chest. The coldness of his skin contrasted to the heat of their own one that burned with desire to get absolutely ruined by him; his hand held them tightly in place, his fingers dug in their soft flesh. His nose was buried in the crook of their neck, his lips were dangerously close to their most sensitive spot, which happened to be his favorite place to litter with kisses.

“How bad do you want me to fill up that little hole of yours?” He went about it casually as if he just didn’t ask if they were sure about him rearranging their guts.

“Very bad.” Their breath hitched as Sixty’s hand slowly traced each and every curve of their body until he reached their inner thigh.

“Good.” Shivers ran down their spine; his other hand found it’s place on their nipple, where his fingers tirelessly toyed with their hardened bud. Hard as it ever was, his cock pressed against their lower back, reminding them of its presence though (Y/N) didn’t need to feel it in order to think about it more often than they would like to admit. Soft moans rolled down their plump lips as they melted underneath the delicate touch of his lips, trailing across their neck and up their jaw. Tracing his tongue atop their jaw, he made his way to the spot behind their ear, where he planted a gentle kiss. Then his mouth wandered atop their earlobe, where he bit hard enough to cause them to wince in discomfort.

“Now be good for me and bend over the bed.” His melodic voice entranced them in doing whatever it was he told them to. Positioned in all fours, (Y/N) blindly anticipated to be filled. Gripping the shiny, silky sheets, they arched their back, luring him in. Sixty smirked and moved closer to them, whilst continuing to rub himself. In rushed pace, he massaged his cock until he came on their throbbing hole; spreading his synthetic cum on their entrance. Lubing them up, he began playfully teasing them. Pressing his thumb on their hole, he slowly let his finger sink in them only to bring it out and back in again.

Before they knew it, (Y/N) were panting; the painful sensation faded into bliss, the cool substance of his cum aided to calming the burning discomfort and make the process as painless as possible. Sixty was careful, pressing slowly and taking his time gently stretching out their entrance all the while he made sure they were completely relaxed. Constantly, he kept track of their vitals and talked to them to reassure himself he was doing them no harm.

“This is going to hurt a little bit.” He cautioned them, once he was certain they were prepared.

Slowly, he thrusted in; (Y/N)’s breath hitched, their grip on the sheets grew tighter. His hands dug into their hips, keeping them in place; for a few seconds, he stood still, giving them time to adjust to him. (Y/N) wiggled gently, wordlessly urging him to move- and so he did. With the upmost caution, he pulled out in a singular, slow motion before he pushed back in. (Y/N) whimpered, their back arched, bringing their ass back, wanting him deep inside of them. Spreading their butt cheeks, he began thrusting in a steady pace. (Y/N) melted underneath his touch; where his fingers would caress, they felt electric shocks and the way his dick filled them up had them breathless. As he picked up his pace, incoherent noises mixed with moans of pleasure were all the sounds that left (Y/N)’s mouth fully contrasting Sixty’s unnatural quietness. Despite constantly pounding into them at a now merciless manner, he was inhumanly silent, except for the occasional whimper.

Too infatuated with (Y/N)’s voice, he had lowered his own to fully relish the melody that was their breathy pleads and moans. His full attention was focused on them; observing how their body reacted to each of his thrusts, he accommodated his movements to bring them the most pleasurable experience possible.

“Are you enjoying yourself, you dirty slut?” (Y/N) practically felt his deep chuckle against their neck as his fingers held their neck so their ear was at the level of his mouth. The change of angles had immense effect on how he hit a certain spot that had them seeing stars. The only respond they were capable of giving at the moment was just a series of moans and whimpers of his name, though he didn’t seem pleased with just that.

“Answer me bitch!” Suddenly, he stopped moving, causing them to moan out in protest.

“Yes! Sixty, please don’t stop!” They whined in-between moans; the lack of friction left them needy and on the brim of the much-anticipated ecstasy. Chills ran down their spine as his cold breath hit their burning skin; they didn’t hear it clearly but they felt his laughter against their neck. His lips traced a line down to their collar bone, where he sucked on their skin, purposefully denying them their climax as long as he could contain himself for. It was a form of tortious practice he was found of; he liked pushing (Y/N) to their limit just to see how much they could last before giving in, or before he got too frustrated. Their face was a sight to see; plump lips glistering with saliva, glossy beads of sweat covered their heated skin, their teary eyes begged him to fuck them into oblivion. They were so human and he loved it. He couldn’t hold back a moan from ripping out his vocal box as he no longer cared about not hearing their moans as they were permanently burned into his CPU.

“As I thought.” Loud moan followed as he thrusted into them as suddenly as he stopped; his pace was unforgiving, hitting their sweet spot over and over again in an inhuman speed. A scream escaped from (Y/N)’s agape mouth- they were out of breath but he didn’t stop. The whole bed shook, hitting the wall in synch with his thrusts; if they weren’t too intoxicated by how his dick stretched them out, they would’ve been afraid of their neighbors hearing what they were up to- but frankly that wasn’t the case. His name rolled off their tongue multiple times akin to a mantra that was the only thing that kept them from ascending into a higher realm of pure extasy.

Feeling their peak getting dangerously close, they were surprised to feel the vibration from his cock rock their entire world. With a loud scream they came hard, his name echoed across the whole room and beyond, though Sixty kept going. Only after the blur of their orgasm was fading away did they hear his moans and pants as he kept chasing his high. Placing their arms around his neck, (Y/N) brought him in for a deep passionate kiss; their tongue brushed against his, in respond he moaned loudly and that’s when they felt his cum coating their insides. Manually, he kept moving until he emptied every last drop of his synthetic cum.

Laying by their side, he wrapped them in a blanket, caressing their damp cheek.

“I have never suspected you are into such type of sexual practice.” He remarked, staring at them with utter affection and infatuation.

“For someone with pretensions of being one of the -if not the most- advanced android you tend to catch on a bit later. I’m surprised it took you that long to find out.” They giggled at his puzzled expression as they bit his tie, untangling the knot he did earlier.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” He completely avoided the subject.

#dbh fanfic #dbh imagine #dbh x reader #rk800 60 #sixty x reader

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planettnibiruu · 2 years

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so uh, how we feel abt a highschool/college au w the RKs, maybe even sprinkle a lil smau in there aswell??

#dbh x reader #sixty x reader #connor x reader #rk800 x reader #60 x reader #nines x reader #rk900 x reader

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honey-beann · 7 months

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Not This Time

Sixty x Reader

💪 - Bridal carry

Note: This is by far the closest I have come to actually reaching the blurb/drabble request game word limit, so I'm gonna take this as a victory >:)

Word Count: 627

Every other time Sixty had carried you, he'd complained.

When your leg had fallen asleep at work and you had asked him to help you to the meeting (as your absolute last ditch effort to not miss it) he'd gone on and on about how how ridiculous the human circulatory system was.

When you'd fallen asleep in the squad car and he had carried you back into the office in lieu of waiting for you to fully wake up, he had mocked you for needing so much time to recuperate.

When you had fallen asleep (again) but this time at Hank's movie night, he had joked about you weighing too much for him to successfully carry all the way to the car (to which you'd reminded him he could carry several tons, and he'd just said 'exactly' before you punched his shoulder with a grin you just couldn't hide splitting across your cheeks).

Hell, even when you'd broken your leg and he had willingly come by your apartment on his way to work every morning to help you get out of bed safely he'd complained, asking how much longer he had to act as your "surrogate bones" before he could go back to putting you in situations where you could break them all over again.

But this time it was different.

This time he hardly said a word.

And the silence weighed on you far more than the chilling pain did.

So you spoke.

"What, I'm not too heavy for you this time?"

You joked, watching as the android carrying you gave a sad smile in response, managing a brief and soft chuckle as he shook his head.

"No, not this time."

He replied, reaching down to brush some of your hair behind your ear as he looked deep into your eyes, as if hoping to find an answer to his prayers there, if not simply an answer as to why this was happening to him.

Why this was happening to you.

You fought the urge to shrivel beneath his gaze, letting him take all of you in, committing you to a memory that would far outlast you.

You reached up to palm his cheek weakly, rubbing your thumb against the synthetic flesh there with a devotion that was almost startling to the man on the receiving end of it.

He would never get used to that, not even if you lived forever.

"I love you."

You murmured, feeling a slight shift as Sixty sat down, continuing to hold you bridal style because it allowed him to be closest to you.

Perhaps that was what he had always wanted, long before he'd had the strength to realize and admit it.

He placed his lips, usually curved in some sort of smirk or grin, against your forehead, feeling the strong heat that ravaged your flesh press warmly against his mouth.

He grimaced at that, but found himself happy that you were not growing cold.

Not leaving yet, not gone.

But still not forever, not in the way he wanted you to be.

"I love you too."

He said gently, feeling his chest tighten as you laid your hand atop where his thirium pump was located, feeling it from the outside as if it were his heart.

If you so desired, he would rip it out and give it to you, but you didn't, so he just let you feel it, wishing so desperately that it could emulate yours, that he could have a heart of tissue and muscle rather than plastic and metal.

But he could not.

So he simply sat there with you in his arms.

Praying that the day would end with him bringing you into tomorrow,

Even if he had to carry you there himself.

masterlist

AO3

#dbh sixty x reader #dbh sixty x reader angst #rk800 60 x reader #dbh x reader #dbh x reader angst #dbh fics #blurb request game #blurb requests #request

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missreina-art · 2 years

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A Sixty/Reader piece, but it’s just my OC Ro from another project.

#art #artists on tumblr #digital art #poc artist #Conner #Detroit become human #dbh #Conner Detroit become human #sixty #sixty x reader #rk800 #rk800-60 #fan art #dbh fan art #androids blush blue lol

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dattebae · 2 years

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The middle ground ( Finale )

CHAPTERS: [ 1 ] , [ 2 ], [ 3 ], [ 4 ], [ 5 ], [ Finale ]

COMPLETE WORK AT AO3: HERE.

Pairing: Sixty/Female Reader

Word count: 12025

Rating: Explicit ( 18+ )

Warnings: Everything wholesome under the sun, and some more.

Note: This is the song Sixty is singing at a certain point.

Connor’s heart was pounding.

It wasn’t the first time he’d ended a date with Suki by the Detroit harbor, but this time he had something very special planned for them, and it made him nervous. He knew she loved the view of the sun dipping from the horizon and street lights coming to life around them. So, naturally, he had to set the night's events up in that atmosphere, too. It was a beautiful evening, and Suki looked adorable trying to keep herself warm with his blazer around her shoulders.

People were enjoying themselves in the park behind them, and Connor watched her bite into a fresh pretzel he’d bought from one the food trucks they’d walked by. He’d planned the following moment down to the smallest detail, so when he checked his watch and saw the arrow hit 7:30 PM, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Everything came down to that moment.

Suki said something about her pretzel, and when she turned to offer Connor a bite, he leaned in to press a kiss to her cheek instead. It was a slow, lingering kiss that made her lips curve upwards, and when he moved back, his smile mirrored her own. Connor tucked his hands into his pockets, and then his eyes silently told her to follow them to the people in the park.

When Suki turned around, the people behind them had gathered into a small crowd. They were holding pretty lights in their hands, making them look like fireflies in the dark. Suki realized that they were all smiling at them. At her. She sensed Connor moving next to her, and when she looked at him again, he was down on one knee with a small box in his hand. The ring inside it was beautiful, but she couldn’t take her eyes away from his face. From the love and devotion in Connor’s warm orbs.

The pretzel fell to the ground.

Connor had promised to protect her and love her for the rest of his life, and each day that passed since she said yes, he’d kept that promise.

The ring was still on her finger when she clutched his hand like her life depended on it. She shook and cried while the doctor gave her a chance to breathe, and then told her to push again. Suki gave it all she had, and Connor tried to anchor her, praying deep inside that God would ease her pain and help them get through this without more difficulty. He kissed her temple and murmured soothing words in her ear, hoping she wouldn’t see the tears in his eyes. It was easier if his weakness was concealed. She was too vulnerable to handle his stress, and Connor would never expose her to it.

No matter how hard Connor was trying to forget the sound of Sixty’s screams, he couldn’t. They’d made the urgent decision to amputate his left arm in the ambulance, and it shattered Connor’s heart to pieces.

Connor didn’t know whether he should be happy or terrified. His child was being born in one room, and his brother was battling death in another. It all happened so quickly, he barely had a moment to realize what they’d shared together. In some way, Connor felt like Hank had been there with them too. For once, after so many years, Connor finally managed to find a sense of unity with his brothers. It was just their luck, though. The second they shattered those barriers of unspoken trauma and guilt in that garage, Sixty was on the verge of dying.

Connor didn’t know what to feel.

Hours passed, and Suki was squeezing his hand so hard, Connor was ready to feel a bone crack beneath her grip. Although, he didn’t have it in him to stop her. His head was filled with so much noise, and he didn’t know which one to focus on. His wife’s screams of pain, Sixty’s screams of fear, or Hank’s last words to him. Those words that continued to haunt him every minute of his life.

Connor was starting to feel dizzy, struggling to control his shallow breaths while his vision blurred with tears. He knew he couldn’t break. He had to be strong for his wife, for his brothers. He had to fix their problems and make them a family again, one that Hank would’ve been proud of. Despite his internal mantra, he knew he was on the brink of collapsing. Connor had been strong for too long, and he feared that he couldn’t keep it up any more. All those repressed waves of anxiety and fears inside him were starting to devour him.

He squeezed Suki’s hand and she squeezed his back, her final scream thundering through him and shattering the last pieces of strength remaining inside him. Connor shut his eyes, ready to lose himself in the noise, until a new sound muted all of those horrible screams and horrors inside his head. It dragged him back to earth, that little sound:

Their daughter’s first cry.

***

When Sixty was a kid, he wasn’t scared of ghosts or monsters under his bed. He knew that nothing in his nightmares or fantasies could measure up to the horrors of reality. His biggest fear, the one thing that could keep him awake at night, was the fear of loss. Loss was quick, unpredictable and it left a permanent mark on his soul.

Sixty and his brothers were unfortunate enough to experience loss the day they were born, and it seemed to follow them everywhere like a curse. Their mother had died shortly after giving birth to them, and even though Nines didn’t have any memory of it, he was the last one to be in her arms.

Sixty had no idea what their mother looked like, and their father was never in the picture, but he knew that Nines thought of her more than him and Connor. When she held the two of them, she’d been breathing. She’d been smiling down at them and given them their names:

Connor

Colin

When she gave birth to Nines minutes later, she’d only managed to whisper his name against his temple before death took her away:

Cain

Unknowingly, Nines had mourned her more than both of his brothers. He’d felt her death against his tiny little body, and it’d left a permanent mark on him that had consequences on his life and his decisions, without him realizing it. It didn’t take long before Amanda gave him a new name, and somehow he hid behind his new identity. He hid behind Richard, the architect bachelor from Detroit Michigan.

Losing Hank had its own impact on Sixty.

Not only had he lost his dad, but he’d also managed to lose himself along the way because of it. It was all a cruel domino-effect for him: one loss brought on another, and then another. He lost his mom, his adoptive dad, himself to addiction, and then he lost you because of it.

Life had always felt like a whirlwind of pain and suffering, and for the longest time, Sixty had been content with the idea of losing his own during a high. It was cowardly and easy, but it always felt like a good way to go. Losing himself to the pretty lie of pleasure when facing death felt appropriate. It felt…very him.

Death hadn’t felt scary until he’d shared his pain with his brothers in that garage. When Nines and Connor looked down at him, it was like they were ready to swap places with him just to keep him alive. Like his life meant something, like he meant something, and it had an impact on his reality. Sixty had never wanted to live more than that moment, and it felt as good as it felt terrifying. Maybe there was a reason for that, but Sixty couldn’t quite understand it. Whatever it was, it made him fight with everything he’d got. Just like he’d fought to make you stay: to give him another chance.

Life had proven to him, over and over again, that no matter how hard he tried, Sixty’s efforts would never be enough. Darkness had surrounded him, but there was no pleasure in it anymore. The terrifying creature flashed before his eyes and the rest was a blur of sirens and glimpses of random faces.

Sixty had no memory of his own screams in the ambulance. Although, somehow, despite his fears, losing his arm was less painful than realizing how much time he’d wasted away from Hank and his brothers.

And he knew, for certain, that having his arm amputated was less painful than losing you.

***

The day he fell for Suki, it was raining. It was a friday after school, and he’d been waiting for a guy that Leo Manfred had paid to deliver him weed. Sixty was supposed to meet him up behind the school building, but the guy was late. So, while he waited, he wandered around the empty school halls to pass the time. He realized the space was much larger without students crowding it, and the unusual silence was a nice detail he found himself appreciating.

It was in fact the silence that helped him discover the faint sound of music coming from down the hall. Sixty was a simple guy, and music was one of those rare things that caught his attention in a special way, so of course he followed it. He was surprised to find a girl sitting by the piano in one of the music classrooms, and even more surprised to find out that it was Suki, the girl next door.

She didn’t notice him staring at her by the doorway, and he almost didn’t want her to. Sixty knew Suki as the girl who lived down the street, and if he remembered her right, she was one of those girls who kept to herself most of the time. He’d never really thought much of her more than that she looked cute, but hearing her play the piano made something flutter inside Sixty’s chest. Her delicate fingers worked over the keys beautifully, and even though her wavering confidence could be heard in the tunes, it added a charm to it. They were almost like her: an unpolished diamond, beautiful but humble.

He tucked his hands into his pockets and leaned a shoulder against the doorframe, watching her until her tunes faded into the rare silence from the school halls. Suki didn’t have the chance to register his presence behind her before Sixty decided to capture her attention with an applaud. It startled her, and when she turned to find him by the door, Sixty’s smirk faltered for a moment.

Fuck.

Had she always been this cute?

Suki’s face scrunched up in annoyance, and before Sixty could praise her for her little song, she was already grabbing her bag and pushing past him by the door. He didn’t know what he’d done to have her so upset with him, but fuck, she looked just as cute when she stormed down the hall with her sundress swaying around her hips. Sixty would’ve called after her hadn’t it been for his phone suddenly buzzing in his pocket.

It seemed like his guy had finally showed up.

The next time he met her in the music class, he wasn’t waiting for Leo’s dealer. Sixty was waiting for her to show up, and when she did, she didn’t seem too pleased to find him sitting there. Suki was holding onto her bag like she expected him to rob her, and Sixty couldn’t help but to laugh at how wary she was of him.

“ What’s so funny? ”

Fuck. Her voice was just as cute.

“ Nothing,” he smirked, “ you just look a little nervous. ”

“ I’m not nervous. ” She argued, “ and I don’t have any interest in joking around with you, so please do us both a favor and get out. ”

Sixty smirked, quirking a curious brow at her. Get out? Sure, he had a thing for cute girls, but the attitude was not something he expected from her. And he certainly didn’t expect to like it.

“ Or what? You’ll kick me out? ” He challenged, playfully tilting his head to the side. Suki stared at him for a long moment. She then huffed in defeat and decided to walk over to the piano to take her usual seat. It seemed like she’d opted to ignore his presence completely, and Sixty wasn’t too bothered by it. Watching her was enough to satisfy him. For now.

“ You’re that Sixty guy, aren’t you? ” she asked, voice a little flat as she dragged her fingers over the keys. Sixty was a little surprised, but it quickly turned into a spark of pride. Sure, most people at the school knew him for his music, and he certainly liked the attention it got him with the girls, but Suki knowing who he was felt even better. He didn’t know why, but it did.

“ That’s what they call me, ” he smirked, taking a moment to study her. “ But you can call me anything you want. ”

Since her back was turned to him, Sixty couldn’t see her face, but something told him she was rolling her eyes at his stupid line. It didn’t make sense how he knew, but he just did.

It had taken him two more surprise visits before he’d made her comfortable enough to reveal her name to him, and one more to be sitting next to her by the piano. He listened to the tunes she played, and noticed that her confidence had blossomed since the first time he’d heard her play. It wasn’t long until she let him play along with her, and when he found the appropriate moment and careful courage to ask her why she came there after school to play, Suki confessed that she couldn’t afford a piano at home. She also told him that she’d gotten a job and was saving up for one, but for now she was only comfortable playing when people weren’t around.

“ I don’t know how you do it, ” she admitted, shooting him a wary glance beside her. “ Playing before so many people. ”

Sixty smirked. He liked to see the softer, almost shy side of her that she still seemed to keep hidden from him.

“ I don’t really see the crowd, to be honest. ” Sixty shrugged, tracing the keys before them with his fingers. He couldn’t help but to glance at her own being so close. “ After a while, they kind of just… fade away. It’s hard to explain. ”

Suki didn’t say anything after that, but she seemed to be holding his gaze for the first time since he’d found her by the piano. There was just something about her soft features combined with the fierce, stubborn attitude that drew him in. He couldn’t help it.

“ Is that why you don’t like having me here? ” he asked, holding her gaze. “ You don’t like an audience? ”

Suki blinked. She thought for a brief moment before she decided to shake her head in response. He couldn’t stop looking at her: her pretty eyes, her rosy lips and perfect skin. She was so cute.

So…

“…so fucking pretty. ” he murmured.

Maybe something inside him should’ve known better. Maybe he shouldn’t have been so comfortable with her despite their special little dates in the classroom, but he couldn’t help what he did next.

The decision to kiss her was all backed up by the countless nights he spent rolling around in bed thinking about her. The nights he spent talking about her with Nines who silently listened to him from the top of the bunk bed for god knows how long until he drifted away into sleep. Sixty was crazy about her, and it wasn’t just her appearance or the fact that she played music. Suki was the type of girl he could see himself doing anything for, and Sixty was loyal to his own motivations.

All of those thoughts and hopes shattered like glass when she broke away from the kiss like he’d done something horrible to her. Her eyes were wide and wild before they filled with angry tears, and she slapped him so hard across the face that the sound echoed down the halls.

Sixty didn’t move.

He couldn’t move. Not even when she quickly gathered her belongings and stormed out of the classroom, leaving him all alone with a burning sting on the side of his face.

Fuck.

***

The next time he waited for her after school, she didn’t show up. It wasn’t long until he realized that Suki was interested in Nines. Sixty had taken her first kiss, and it had upset her so much that she couldn’t look at him whenever he passed her in the halls.

Suki liked Nines.

Sixty could accept that. He could understand why anyone would be interested in his younger brother, but he couldn’t accept that she ended up with Connor, despite everything. It made him feel so insignificant and unimportant, it only helped him spiral further down the pit of addiction. Sixty stopped playing music after that day in the classroom, and he didn’t speak about her to Nines during the nights ever again.

Nines was the only one who knew about Sixty’s feelings for her, and it was so fucking embarrassing, Sixty wanted to bury himself six feet under.

He didn’t want to see her with Connor.

He didn’t want to see her with anyone.

***

When Sixty woke up, it was to the faint sound of a baby crying, followed by a gentle hush. It took him a few moments to open his eyes, and when he did, he found himself in a hospital bed. Suki was holding her crying daughter in her arms, walking around the room to sooth her, and Connor was asleep, sitting on one of the chairs with Cole sleeping on his chest. At first, Sixty thought that he was dreaming. It was strange to see them all before him like that, mostly since his system was pulsing with pain killers, and since the older brother looked identical to him, it almost felt like he was watching himself in an alternate reality. An alternate future where Suki had chosen him instead of Connor. Sixty watched them in his silent illusion, and in some odd way, he didn’t like it. To look at Connor and see himself felt…wrong. It wasn’t entirely a moral kind of wrong, but wrong like a piece of puzzle that didn’t fit into a certain gap. He didn’t belong there.

He felt hazy and weak, and for whatever reason, he decided to count the beeps from the monitor at his side. When he reached twenty nine, Suki finally noticed that he’d awoken. There was a mixture of sadness and relief in her eyes as she carefully walked up to his bed, her baby’s cries getting a little louder. Sixty’s eyes fixed on the tiny human in her arms. He didn’t know why, but it almost felt like she was crying for him. Like she knew his pain and regret.

“ Colin..? ” Suki whispered carefully, placing a gentle hand on his arm. “ Can you hear me? ”

It took him a moment, but Sixty managed to give her a small nod, trying to ignore the odd pulse in his left bicep and the tubes connected to his body. Instead, he focused on her baby, and the overwhelming urge to soothe her.

“ Is she okay? ” His voice was weak, and his throat felt sore, but he had to know.

Suki smiled at him, but there were tears in her eyes.

“ Are you? ”

Sixty didn’t answer her question, but he didn’t fail to notice that she glanced at his left arm.

He refused to look.

“ Can I… ” the fingers on his right hand reached for her. It was a small, subtle movement, but Suki saw it.

“ Can I hold her? ”

Suki seemed confused and uncertain by his request. She looked at him for a moment, and then her crying baby, contemplating.

“ I’ll be careful, ” Sixty murmured. “ I promise. ”

It took her another moment before she made up her mind, and when she did, Suki carefully lowered her crying daughter onto Sixty’s chest and guided his right hand around her tiny back to support her balance. Sixty was completely focused on the small human crying against his chest, fascinated by how large his hand looked compared to her.

“ She’s been crying nonstop for the past three days, ” Suki admitted, and when Sixty looked up at her, he noticed the dark bags under her eyes. It made him remember his exhausted brother sleeping on one of the chairs behind her. It seemed like the whole family hadn’t gotten much rest.

“ She probably didn’t want to get out… ” Sixty murmured, and Suki smiled at his comment.

“ Isn’t that right, princess? ”

He was slowly starting to stroke the baby’s back, and her cries began to fade into a pleasant silence. Sixty couldn’t stop looking at her. She was so small, and her cheeks looked even chubbier when one of them pressed against his chest. He didn’t know much about babies, but she wasn’t crying anymore and judging by the faint tug on her lips, Sixty could swear that she was smiling as she drifted away into sleep.

“ She looks like you, Ki. ” He smiled weakly, unable to take his eyes off of those sweet little cheeks. He didn’t notice the tears falling from Suki’s eyes until he looked up at her again, and it made his smile fade.

“ What’s wrong? ” he asked, sounding as concerned as he sounded tired.

“ I just- ” Suki wiped her tears, but it wasn’t long before more fell down her cheeks. ” For a moment we didn’t know if you were going to make it, and now you’re holding my daughter. You’re smiling at her. It’s a little overwhelming. ”

Sixty didn’t know what to say. The memory he had of Nines and Connor looking down at him as he laid fighting for his life in that garage flashed before his eyes, and it hit him once more how much his brothers cared about him. Those relieved tears falling from Suki’s eyes led him to believe that she cared about him, too. In the past, seeing her like this would’ve made him want something more. A part of him had been waiting for her. A part of him always wanted her to leave Connor and choose him instead, but that part wasn’t there anymore.

“ For the longest time, I wanted you. ” he admitted. “ I wanted this. ”

A wife. A family.

He didn’t know why he admitted that, but it felt right to let her know. They had never spoken about what happened after he’d kissed her that day in the classroom, and the tension of their unresolved relationship had been a wound inside him that only grew bigger when she married Connor. Suki looked a little taken aback, but it slowly turned into guilt.

“ Colin- ”

“ It’s okay, Suki. ” Sixty interrupted, eyes back on the sleeping baby on his chest. He dragged his thumb over her cheek, lips curling to a faint smile when she moved into his touch.

“ I think I get it now. ” He took a breath before looking up at her again. “ The way you feel for Connor…It’s the same way I feel for her. ”

You.

You came along so naturally, he barely noticed how or when he fell in love with you. Maybe it was the same for Suki when she met Connor. Maybe she couldn’t help it. The colors of this twisted world looked a bit more saturated the moment Sixty laid his eyes on you, and it was unlike anything he’d ever felt with Suki. Sixty could understand her a little better now, and the more he thought about it, the more Hank’s words started to make sense.

“ You’ll meet many people throughout your life, and one day you will find that special someone that will be just right for you. I know things don’t make sense now, but one day they will. ”

Just like Suki had been sure that she’d liked Nines, Sixty had been sure that he’d liked Suki. Both of them had been wrong.

Tears had collected in Suki’s eyes again, but this time she didn’t bother to stop them from falling down her cheeks.

“ I know I should’ve talked this out with you a long time ago… ” she admitted. “ But I was just a kid, Colin. I didn’t know any better. ”

She placed her hand over his own and gave it a small squeeze.

“ I’m sorry. ” Her lips curled to a sad smile.

” And thank you. ”

Sixty looked at her for a long moment, but he couldn’t understand what exactly she was thanking him for. Was it for finally understanding her? Or was it because despite how he felt for her, he never actually tried to separate her from his brother? Deep down, he wondered if he’d been capable of doing something like that to her, to Connor, but he pushed the thought aside. It didn’t matter anymore. What mattered was that this moment gave him closure, and judging by the soft smile and comforting squeeze of Suki’s hand, something told him she’d found closure as well.

“ So, what’s her name? ” Sixty asked, back to adoring her sleeping daughter.

Suki laughed a little, wiping the last of her tears. “ We haven’t really had time to think of one. ”

“ We’re open for suggestions, though. ” Connor’s voice caught their attention almost immediately, and when Sixty turned to look at him, his brother was wearing a tired smile. For the vast majority of his life, Sixty had loathed Connor’s smile. His happiness and his generous heart were just some examples of many that he couldn’t stand. Maybe it was because Sixty didn’t feel worthy of his overwhelming kindness. Or maybe deep down, he knew Connor was just as broken, but strong enough to hold his pieces together in a way Sixty couldn’t. Whatever those reasons were, they didn’t matter anymore, either. Right then, Connor’s weak smile brought Sixty a comfort he couldn’t describe.

“ Jeez. Do you always have to cockblock us? ” Sixty joked, his eyes stinging with tears. He didn’t know why he felt so relieved by his brother’s presence, but he did.

Cole was still sleeping in Connor’s arms when he made his way over to the other two, and the moment Connor gently squeezed his brother’s right arm with a smile, Sixty couldn’t stop the tears falling down his cheeks.

“ How are you feeling? ” Connor asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

“ Like a million bucks, ” Sixty rasped, lips curled in a weak smirk.

Just like Suki, Connor’s gaze shifted to his left arm, and it reminded Sixty of the odd pulse that ended right below his bicep. Deep down he knew his arm was gone, but he couldn’t bring himself to look at whatever remained of it.

After a brief silence, Connor handed Cole over to Suki, who decided to give them some time alone. By the time she closed the door after her, Sixty’s eyes were back on the sleeping baby on his chest. He couldn’t explain why, but she brought him a sense of comfort that distracted him from his new trauma, and the odd pulse that came with it.

“ Did Nines finally get enough of me and leave? ” Sixty rasped, gently stroking her back.

“ Of course not, ” Connor said, smiling warmly as he watched his sleeping daughter. “ Richard hasn’t left your side for days. ”

Sixty glanced up at his older brother, somewhat skeptical.

“ So then, where is he? ”

Connor’s smile faltered a little, and his brow furrowed as he began to think.

“ I don’t know. He just said there was somewhere he needed to be. ”

Sixty managed a weak scoff, and Connor’s smile slowly began to fade. It had been no secret to either of them that Sixty didn’t like the CIA, and he certainly didn’t like that Nines worked for them, either. Amanda had always dragged Nines away from them, and Sixty suspected she was the reason he wasn’t there right now, too.

“ How did you do it? ” Connor finally asked, and it somewhat snapped Sixty back to earth. He shot his brother a puzzled look, and Connor smiled in return.

“ How did you get her to stop crying? ”

Sixty looked at the small human sleeping on his chest, and the longer he watched her, the harder it became to repress the smile tugging on his lips.

“ I don’t know, ” he admitted. “ I just felt an urge to hold her. ”

It was strange how something so small and delicate could make him feel so calm and at peace. Connor’s daughter was only three days old, and in some unexplainable way, Sixty felt like he’d been reborn along with her. Her innocence and aura represented his new reality: one where his brothers and Suki cared for him, and he didn’t feel resentment towards his family.

“ It’s weird, ” Sixty murmured, stroking her cheek with his thumb. “ I just look at her and she fills me with… hope. ”

A comfortable silence fell over the room, and for a long moment, the only sound came from the beeping monitor at his side.

“ Hope, huh? ” Connor finally said, smiling. “ That’s not a bad name. ”

Sixty managed a weak laugh, eyes still focused on her sweet little face. “ Did I just name your daughter? ”

Connor’s smile grew.

“ I think you did. ”

***

CyberLife prosthetics were standard supplies at almost every hospital in the country, and while their models varied in quality depending on their price, the standard versions were impressive on their own. Sixty didn’t know when he’d fallen asleep, but when he woke up, Hope was gone and the painkillers had worn off. His head felt hazy and the pain pulsating down his left bicep made him groan quietly. There was a strange weight holding it down, though, and while Sixty had been devoted to avoiding the sight of his missing limb, he couldn’t help but to finally inspect it at the strange sensation. He was surprised to see that there was an arm attached to him, but something was awfully off about it.

“ The nurse said it would take some time getting used to, ” Nines said, catching Sixty’s attention. He’d been so groggy, he barely noticed his brother sitting by the bed.

“ It feels weird… ” Sixty murmured tiredly, voice hoarse. “ I don’t fucking like it. ”

Nines observed him in silence, eyes narrowing a fraction in a way that revealed his sympathy. Sixty was busy looking at his new arm, finding all the details that confirmed that it didn’t belong to his body. It wasn’t like it didn’t look real, because it certainly did on impressive levels, but it lacked the freckles that scattered the rest of his body, and the structures of his own, unique anatomy that he’d memorized over the span of his life.

“ Can you move it? ” The younger brother asked.

Sixty turned to look at him then, the small movement being enough to make him feel a little dizzy. It was strange that he hadn’t tried to experiment with his new arm already, but he felt so exhausted, and the pulsating pain seemed to drain his energy further. He didn’t fucking have it in him to try.

“ Where’s Connor? ” Sixty croaked, eyes half lidded.

“ I sent him home, ” Nines responded, “ he needed to get some rest. ”

Sixty hummed weakly, slowly turning his head to stare at the ceiling. Even in his weak state, he could feel that something was off about Nines. The calm and collected exterior wasn’t out of the ordinary, but Sixty still couldn’t help but to feel like his brother was a touch stiffer than usual. His suspicions were confirmed when Nines finally decided to speak again after a long silence:

“ I have to take a plane in three hours, ” he sounded so calm, and it alarmed Sixty beyond comprehension.

He was leaving.

He was leaving!?

The overwhelming panic and stress that had gathered within him gave him enough strength to help him sit up on the bed, and Sixty didn’t have enough mind to register that his prosthetic arm had moved along, helping him support his weight.

“ What? ” he breathed, tired eyes staring at Nines.

“ Colin- ”

“ No, what the fuck!? ”

Sixty was panting now, enduring the sudden nausea and the way the room was spinning around him while Nines moved to help him lay down again.

“ Calm down. ” Nines tried, tone firm.

“ What the fuck is wrong with these people!? ” Sixty barked, trying to break free. “ Don’t they have any fucking sympathy or common sense!? I almost died, and they’re still sending you out on another fucking suicide mission!? ”

“ Colin! ” Nines growled, brow furrowing as he held his brother down. “ Lower. Your. Voice. ”

Sixty was breathing hard, staring up at his brother with a mixture of sadness and frustration. He couldn’t handle Nines being gone. Not now, not when he needed him and Connor by his side to anchor him. You were gone, and he still had that terrifying parasite screeching somewhere deep inside him, just waiting for a chance to be fed, and Sixty feared that he wasn’t strong enough to resist it on his own.

“ Just quit. ” Sixty pleaded, voice quivering as tears blurred his vision. “ Just stay here, Cain. Please, ”

Something cracked in Nines’ hard expression, and it took Sixty a moment to realize what he’d said.

Cain.

No one was supposed to call him by that name anymore. No one was supposed to know his real name for reasons relating to his own safety, and Sixty had just blurted it out and hit him with it like an arrow to the chest. Nines’ grip on him loosened, his expression crumbling to display something new and foreign that his brother couldn’t quite grasp. Sixty was still struggling to breathe properly, his desperate expression only deepening when Nines let out a shaky breath and slowly withdrew his hands from him.

“ I can’t do that, Colin. ” he quietly said, “ I'm sorry. ”

Sixty’s whole body was pulsing with pain, and his little outburst only led him to feel more drained than before. He didn’t have it in him to argue in his weak state, but he wanted Nines to know how he felt, and what he thought. It was one of those new urges that came with his desire to cling to life, and Sixty didn’t bother to fight it.

“ I’m scared, Nines. ” He admitted, trying to swallow the lump in his throat. “ I’m scared that I’ll spiral again if I'm alone. ”

“ You won’t be alone, ” Nines ensured. “ You have Connor. You have Sue. ”

Even though Nines had a point, Sixty was still worried. They had no experience with him in his horrible detox periods, and on top of that, they had a newborn and a toddler to take care of.

Sixty knew he couldn’t face his demons behind closed doors anymore, and as much as the idea terrified him, he decided it was time to take that step: Not because of Nines or Connor, but for his own sake. And just like that, your words came back to him:

“ The only person that can fix you is yourself. And when you do …I hope you find love for yourself along the way. I hope you forgive yourself …and Connor, too. ”

“ I have to go to rehab… ” he murmured after a long silence, tired eyes staring up at the ceiling. Sixty had no idea how Nines felt or reacted to his suggestion, but his silence gave him more confidence that he was making the right decision.

“ I know you’ve been trying to protect me, Nines.” he rasped, “ But I can’t hide like this forever. I don’t care if it stains my record, and from the start, dad shouldn’t have either. You’ve protected me for too long, and it hasn’t made me any better. ”

Sixty realized how simple it was despite the complexity of his situation. It all came down to him making a decision: He’d either choose to try and become better, or he’d choose to stay in the pit of his own addiction. In the clarity of the new perspective he had of himself, Sixty realized that his past reasons to abuse the drugs had become his new reasons to stop. He’d always thought that he was a bad person without a line of whatever he chose to take, but that turned out to be wrong. You’d left him because of the drugs, his family was broken for years because of the drugs, and he’d been a victim to that horrible parasite inside him because of the drugs.

It was time for him to make a decision, and choose who he wanted to be.

“ Thank you for taking care of me for all these years, ” Sixty murmured with a weak smile, and Nines lowered his head for a brief moment, fighting to hide his tears.

“ But I think it’s time to do this on my own.”

For a long while, Nines couldn’t seem to find the right words to express himself, so he ended up nodding in defeat, reaching to squeeze Sixty’s right hand.

“ It’s okay, big guy. ” Sixty chuckled. “ I won’t judge you for a tear or two. ”

At that, Nines scoffed a little, a weak smirk tugging at his lips.

“ I honestly doubt that. ”

***

On the cold day of Hank’s funeral, it had taken all of Nines’ patience and efforts to convince Sixty to get out of bed. He’d helped Sixty wash his face, brush his teeth and get into his black suit for the funeral, and it’d been a true challenge. Sixty had protested, but then he was gradually losing the fight in him. His face turned tired and stoic, and as he stared at his own reflection in the mirror while Nines fixed his tie, he realized he hated himself. Sixty had been too lost in his own grief and self-loathing to appreciate Nines back then. He never noticed the way his fingers were shaking as they worked over his tie, or how red his eyes were from crying all night.

Connor had spent the previous night over at Suki’s. He and Sixty couldn’t seem to be in the same room without a fight breaking out, and that was the last thing Nines needed on that day. They were all getting ready in their own silence as the snow fell over the city of Detroit, and no matter how hard they tried, nothing made the ache bearable.

The whole world felt silent that day, and the chilly weather only amplified the cold spreading inside Sixty’s chest as he watched his father’s coffin being lowered to the grave. He’d glared at the shovel while tears burned his eyes and his cold hands shook at his sides. Sixty had Nines next to him, but Connor had Suki. She was holding his hand while he cried, and Sixty found it infuriating.

To him, Connor had no reason to cry or to grief. Connor was the reason Hank was in that coffin, to begin with, and Sixty hated him for it with every bit of his being. Yet, despite his self-loathing, despite his grief and the torturous view of Suki comforting his brother before his eyes, Sixty was one the who held back his tears, not Connor.

Connor could afford to cry, because he had Suki there to wipe his tears and kiss it all better. Connor could afford to cry, because he was the son Hank was proud of out of the two of them. Connor could cry, because Nines eventually walked over to comfort him when the funeral ended and people gave their condolences.

Sixty had endured it all. He hadn’t spilled a single tear, and he hadn’t tackled Connor to the ground to punch his face bloody because of his resentment. He’d almost survived the whole torture of that snowy day until someone walked over to him, and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“ I’m sorry for your loss, kid. ”

It was one of the retired cops from the DPD, and Sixty was only vaguely familiar with the older man. Despite him merely being an acquaintance, it still brought Sixty a small comfort to know that someone bothered to care. Most of the friends and family that had shown up avoided him like the plague, and it only added to the pain. Sixty nodded a little, staring down at his feet.

“ Thanks.. ” he murmured, voice cracking.

“ I also heard about Colin’s…situation. ” The man sighed, “ It must be tough on you and Richard, but especially you, Connor. ”

Sixty’s body froze, but it had nothing to do with the snow falling over him, or the cold breeze that swept through his jacket and hair. It made sense why the man had mistaken him for Connor. For once, his hair was brushed out of his face and his clothes were decent, but it hurt him so deeply that Sixty couldn’t fight those stubborn tears he’d swallowed down for the entirety of the day. They fell down his cheeks, and he finally cracked. The moment the man realized his mistake, Sixty was already storming past him, away from the funeral, away from the people and away from his dad’s grave.

And ever since he left it, he never went back.

***

“ Hey, dad. ”

It had been a windy week, but the flowers on Hank’s grave had managed quite well despite it. Sixty found out that Connor switched the flowers every month, and that Nines made sure everything looked decent whenever he was around.

It was Sixty’s first time visiting the grave since the day they’d buried Hank, and as he stood there, something deep inside him felt deeply ashamed. Even though he’d carried Hank with him every day throughout the years, he’d never actually been there to talk to him, and something about that didn’t feel right. His neglect had been mostly because of his pain, and the horrible last memory of that retired cop mistaking him for Connor, but neither of those things were good excuses.

“ I know what you must be thinking, ” Sixty began, watching the flowers dancing in the wind. “ I know I should’ve been around more, but …I didn’t want you to see the mess I’d turned into. ”

He’d been in rehab for five months, and nothing about it had been easy or glamorous. The first month was a nightmare, and even though he didn’t think he could make it through the detox process, he somehow managed to survive it. The time after that was all about maintenance, which Sixty realized was a constant effort to distract himself from the urges with various activities and the company of his family. His program offered daily group meetings, lots of check ups and assistance throughout various highs and lows, and even though it wasn’t the slightest bit easy, it had led to a positive difference in his journey.

“ You know, the more I think back, the more I struggle to understand myself, dad. ” Sixty smiled a little, tucking his hands into his pockets. “ There are things that are so crystal clear to me now that I couldn’t see in the past, and I don’t know if the reason for that was my addiction… or my own immaturity. Probably both. ”

The wind blew through his hair, and he closed his eyes, bowing his head as he took a deep breath.

“ I just wanted to come by to say that I love you, dad. ” He paused for a moment. “ And I miss you, wherever I am. ”

The wind swept through the flowers again, and Sixty swallowed thickly, his cheeks wet with tears.

“ I promise, I won’t disappoint you this time. ”

***

Coming over for dinner at Connor and Sukis had turned into a normal routine for Sixty. In the past, he’d avoided them and his childhood home any chance he got, but now, he couldn’t imagine missing those Friday dinners or the opportunity to meet their kids. Hope was now seven months old, and she’d managed to look even cuter everytime Sixty met her, and Cole had learned to talk during that time, which meant that he had something to say about everything. Out of all the activities Sixty had going on, visiting the family and playing music were his favorite ones.

Connor had gradually allowed the garage to turn into Sixty’s own music bubble, and Sixty was grateful for every second he spent in there with his guitar in his hands and headphones around his head. His prosthetic arm was working perfectly, but it took a lot of time to get used to. It was impossible to explain how it felt, because, frankly, he didn’t feel it on him. He could move his fingers and maneuver each part just like a regular arm, but he couldn’t feel pain or pleasure through it. He couldn’t feel hot or cold, and something about those factors broke the perfect, visual illusion it displayed to the outside world.

Rehab had helped him communicate better than he’d ever been able to in the past, but you were a thought, a feeling, that Sixty could never bring himself to talk about. Everytime he looked at his arm, it reminded him of you. Over time, your concept for an interface had made more and more sense to him. The day you brushed your fingers over his hand in that cafe, the featherlike contact had set all the nerves in his body on fire, and he realized how powerful that was. It had made him feel more alive than any drug of the past, and any epiphany he’d come to experience throughout his journey of becoming sober. And he missed that, he missed you so much, that sometimes it felt harder to fight than the urges he was already fighting on a daily basis.

Sixty didn’t want to think about where you were in your life. It was too painful to imagine you with someone else, even if he hoped that you were doing well. After putting you through hell, he didn’t want anything but happiness for you, but despite the guilt of it, some tiny part of him wished that happiness could’ve been found with him by your side.

“ You’ve been playing the same melody for weeks, ” Connor pointed out, taking a seat next to him in the garage, and dragging him out of his thoughts. “ I’m not complaining…but I am a little curious. ”

Sixty smirked, shooting his brother a glance.

“ I’d say you’re just nosy, but if you have to know: I’m writing a song for the fancy get-together Markus is setting up next week. ” he explained, “ and the process of writing a song means that it will sound a little… repetitive. ”

Connor chuckled a little, shaking his head.

“ Repetitive or not, I'm really glad to hear it. ” When he looked at Sixty again, his smile was as gentle as his eyes were supportive.

“ Well, it’s all thanks to you, Lieutenant. ” Sixty nudged his arm playfully, and Connor shook his head again, his smile betraying his humble attempt to play it off.

“ Not gonna lie, I never thought you of all people would manage to get me a gig at some fancy get-together. ” Sixty admitted, casually putting his guitar away.

“ It’s not fancy at all, actually. But I guess, by your standards, a bar is as fancy as it gets. ” Connor quipped.

Sixty raised his brows, blinking at him.

“ When the hell did you get so cocky, shrimp? ”

Connor shrugged, giving his younger brother a crooked smirk. “ Maybe I’ve always been cocky. You just never paid enough attention. ” A brief silence fell over the garage, and soon enough, they both couldn’t hold back their laughter. Suki poked her head through the garage door, ignoring the way Hope grabbed a fist of her hair and pulled on it.

“ Oh I'm so sorry to spoil your fun boys, but dinner’s getting cold and I have two kids just waiting for a chance to tear the house down. So, if you don’t mind… ”

Her smile was a sweet, sweet warning, and it was clear that neither of the boys wanted to challenge it.

Connor raised his brows at Sixty, who raised his own back at him. They both took a deep breath, and then they got up on their feet. By the time they reached the kitchen, Sixty had taken Hope in his arms, showering her cheek with kisses while she laughed.

“ Any update on Richard? ” Connor asked, helping a blabbering Cole into his little chair. Suki checked her phone, and then she smiled.

“ He’s outside. ” she said, looking at the boys.

Connor and Sixty shared a look, and then the doorbell rang.

“ I got it. ” Sixty smirked.

***

Nines was hiding something. It was a little weird that Sixty had caught up on such a fine detail when pretty much everything in his younger brother’s life was a mystery, but this particular secret was easier to detect than others. Nines had a tendency to…disappear, whenever he was back in Detroit, and something told Sixty that it had everything to do with a woman. He’d nudged Connor about their brother’s supposed mystery woman a few times, and Connor had just shrugged it off with a clueless smile. Neither of them were particularly eager to confront the youngest brother about it, but then Nines decided to have an unusual conversation with Sixty the night before Markus’ get-together.

“ Listen… ” Nines started, a touch more serious than he usually was. “ I might be a little late for your show tomorrow. ”

Sixty wasn’t sure how much Nines was willing to share with him about his little secret, but he tried to play it cool. Just how convinced Nines was of his clueless act was impossible to tell, but Sixty did his best to seem like he wasn’t expecting Nines to finally tell him about his mystery woman.

“ Is there a reason for that? ” Sixty casually asked, crossing his arms.

Nines hesitated for a moment, and the more Sixty observed him, the more he realized that his brother was struggling to keep his cool. It was a little odd, because no one could measure up to Nines when it came to self-control. Sixty’s brow furrowed in confusion, and when Nines spoke again, he almost sounded…nervous.

“ There is someone I want you to meet. ”

“ …Me? ” Sixty asked, quirking a brow.

Nines nodded.

“ Well… ” Sixty shrugged after a long silence, blinking. “ I'm happy to meet whoever you bring along. ”

The more he thought about it, the more it made sense to him that Nines would be nervous about introducing a potential love interest. Whenever he’d asked his brother about his private life throughout the years, Nines had always been dismissive of the topic, and Sixty couldn’t exactly blame him. Nines’ lifestyle was…complicated. It wouldn’t be easy for any woman to be with someone who couldn’t share a large portion of his life with her.

Nines gave him a nod again, but for some reason, he didn’t look as relieved as Sixty hoped he would be.

So he tried again:

“ And for the record, I’m sure Connor and Suki will be just as happy to meet her, whoever she is. ” he winked.

Nines’ lips cracked into the briefest smile, and after a long silence, he left Sixty with a few encouraging words:

“ Break a leg, rockstar. ”

***

Suki and Connor had been a little worried about Markus’ choice for a get-together. A bar wasn’t exactly the best place for a recovering addict, but Sixty had insisted that it was fine. Truthfully, being around alcohol was becoming easier than he’d expected, and a lot of that was thanks to his two essential factors: 1. Connor and Suki. 2. His performance.

He’d been working on a song for weeks, and his desire to perfect it was greater than his desire to get drunk or high. Why? Because even though he hadn’t told anyone about it, he’d written this song about you. About the two of you, actually.

For the past seven months, Sixty had given his heart and soul into his sobriety, and the more he distanced himself from that screeching creature inside him, the more there was space for him to think of you. When he worked out, when he read, when he ate and when he slept, you were constantly with him like a melody he couldn’t get out of his head. Maybe you were another example of what loss did to a man, and how his silence was really a scream that no one could seem to hear.

Connor and Suki were smiling up at him from their booth as he got ready on the stage, and when Sixty met their eyes in the crowd, Markus, North and the rest of the people at the bar faded away into the background. He didn’t know why he chose to sing that song before them and a crowd of strangers, but he’d made up his mind. Even if no one would truly understand what this meant to him, he could at least let all of that built up heartache out in some way.

The spotlight was too bright, and the stool he sat on was a little higher than what he prefered, but his guitar was his best friend and the mic was a knife ready to slice him open and reveal his deepest wounds.

His artificial fingers began to work over the keys, but the chatter of the crowd didn’t fade into silence until he was singing. Sixty’s voice had always been smooth and calming, and he carried each word in a way that led to several empathetic frowns across the crowd. By the time he was halfway through the song, Suki’s eyes were filled with tears, and Sixty had bowed his head.

Darling can’t you see

I’m a broken man with addictive tendencies

And I think I love you

Connor held her hand under the table, and Suki met his comforting gaze.

So run away from me

Run as far as your dark brown eyes can see

Just as soon as you know

That I don’t ever think I can

Ever learn how to love you right

Maybe it didn’t matter if the crowd understood his pain or regrets, because as Sixty reached the end of his song, he felt a weight being lifted off his shoulders. Connor and Suki were smiling at him in a way that topped any award or medal in the world, and he knew that no matter how lost or broken he was, they’d always be there for him.

There were a few heartbeats of silence, and it soon drowned in the wave of applause that came from the smiling crowd. Sixty barely had time to let it sink in before he saw Nines entering the bar through the door, and he soon realized that he hadn’t come alone.

Nines was taller than most people, but something about the way he turned to hold the door for the mysterious woman following him felt …cautious. Sixty’s brow furrowed, and Connor instantly noticed the shift. He and Suki turned their attention to Nines at the door, and they seemed to see something Sixty couldn’t. Suki’s hand clasped Connor’s shoulder, their shocked stares shifting between Sixty and the door. Sixty was partially confused, and partially alarmed by their reactions. It wasn’t until Nines turned to look at him that he finally saw your face, and the second Connor saw the shock on his face, he instantly stood up from his seat at the booth.

Sixty dropped his guitar. He watched with wide eyes, as Nines guided you away from the crowd, and just like a man possessed, he walked off the stage to follow the two of you.

“ Colin! Colin, wait- ”

He could barely hear Connor calling after him, but by the time his older brother and Suki caught up to him, Sixty was already in the backstage area, staring at you next to Nines.

He couldn’t believe it.

He couldn’t.

Nines was observing him quietly, and something about his silence indicated that he would let Sixty break it whenever he was ready. Suki and Connor managed to put the pieces together after some time, but Sixty was frozen, staring at you like you were a ghost in the room.

He drank in every detail on your face, allowing his mind to drag him into every memory it had stored of you. He recalled the countless times you’d peered up at him with wonder, love, humor and hurt in your eyes, and the way your lips had said his name and kissed his pain away. Sixty swallowed thickly, feeling a familiar sting in his eyes. There was no way in hell he’d allow something as stupid as tears disturb his vision of you in that moment, because you were more beautiful than he remembered, and apart from your hair being a little longer, there was nothing about you that didn’t feel familiar. That didn’t feel like home.

And god, he was so, so homesick.

You studied him in a way that made him hesitate, because he couldn’t tell if the look in your eyes carried anger or hurt or guilt, but if he knew you at all, it was probably all of those things at once. He dared to walk closer, and when you didn’t step back, he found himself standing before you with bloodshot eyes and a mouth that had forgotten how to speak, just like the first time he’d met you.

You peered up at him, and he noticed that your eyes were silently pleading for something he couldn’t quite figure out. When he looked down at the rest of you, he noticed that you were hugging your coat to your chest.

He paused for a second.

It was a combination between the desperate plea in your eyes, and the protective way you were shielding your body with the coat that urged him to reach for it, and pull it away from you.

Maybe deep down, some part of him had always known. Maybe this was the reason he couldn’t stop thinking about you and the way you’d parted, because when he saw the swell of your stomach, it all made sense.

You were pregnant.

Sixty didn’t quite laugh, didn’t quite scoff, but as he scanned his eyes down to the rest of you, he decided to fix them on your heels instead.

“ Cute shoes,” he said, voice cracking as he fought the tears in his eyes.

You laughed a little, and those stubborn tears in your eyes finally fell down your cheeks.

“ Thanks, ” you managed to croak out.

Sixty nodded to himself a few times, feeling a ball of restless energy gathering in the pit of his stomach as he studied your eyes. He pressed his lips together to a tight line, fighting the desperate frown on his face.

“ Is it- ” He tried, half-gesturing with his hand, but his voice was shaky and his heart was pounding in his ears.

Is it mine?

The sad frown on your face deepend at his broken words, and your lips quivered as you gave him a couple of desperate nods. At that, Sixty’s head bowed, and he caught his face in his hands with a quiet curse. No one said a word as Sixty slowly began to pace around the space. He had a hand over his mouth while the other held his hip.

His mind was a storm of happiness, shock, anger, stress and relief, and he couldn’t sort his thoughts or feelings in any way. He caught Nines’ eye as he paced back, and suddenly all he could focus on was anger.

“ You knew this, ” he accused, walking into his space. “ You knew this the whole time and you didn’t fucking let me know. ”

The younger brother was calmly looking down at him, and before Connor could react to Sixty’s sudden outburst, Nines shot him a look that signaled him to stay put.

“ Yes, ” he simply replied. “ and I don’t regret my decision. ”

Sixty scoffed, staring at his brother in disbelief.

“ You were in no condition to take care of her, or a child, Colin. ” Nines explained, and Sixty felt his blood boil.

“ That was not for you to fucking decide! ” He growled, grabbing a fist of Nines’ shirt.

“ You’re right, ” you said, catching Sixty’s attention.

“ It wasn’t his decision, it was mine. ”

Sixty stared at you for a long moment, and the more he looked at you, the more he felt those puzzle pieces of the past fall into place inside his head. That night he’d seen you with Nines on the street outside your apartment, that conversation he had seen but not heard: it had been all about this. You made the difficult choice of having that baby without him, and even after Sixty had poured his heart and soul out to make you stay with him weeks later, it had been too late.

“ I can’t. ” you whispered. “ I’m sorry. I can’t. ”

You couldn’t do it because you had a baby to protect, and Sixty had a monster living inside him that could end you both without a single drop of mercy. Despite how angry he was with you, with Nines, he couldn’t really blame either of you for what you’d done. Sixty knew that he was in no shape or form ready for a child seven months ago, and it hit him that you hadn’t pushed him away because of your career or independance, but because of that baby. Nothing came before that baby.

“ There is just…someone else I have to love more. ”

Sixty’s hand finally released Nines’ shirt.

A moment ago, his chest was filled with words and an endless rage for being excluded from this conversation. But now, he knew that his journey to sobriety would’ve practically been impossible if you hadn’t let him go. The time away from you had given him the opportunity to face his problems and fix his relationship with his family…and his dad.

Sixty lowered his head in defeat, and before anyone could stop him, he walked out of the room,

and out of the bar.

***

One of the conversations Sixty had with one of his contacts in rehab was about forgiveness. On its own, the subject carried a heavy baggage in the span of his life, but they’d settled on lighter topics to give him the tools to handle certain traumas from his past. One of the examples, relating to his way of handling his addiction, was the ability to forgive himself for minor setbacks. Just like grief, the journey of sobriety was never a straight line. Some days were awfully harder than others, but somewhere along the way Sixty found it within himself to forgive certain mistakes along the way.

One of those setbacks was the comfort he’d found in cigarettes. Despite how that sounded, it wasn’t really the pleasure of the nicotine that he was seeking. Sixty would smoke when his head became crowded with thoughts that became too overbearing for him to handle sometimes. The cigarettes helped him think, and when he stormed out of the bar and took a seat by a pair of stairs in the chilly November night, he decided to take a smoke.

He went through everything he’d seen, heard and thought inside the bar, and towards the end of his process, Sixty had no idea what to feel.

You were eight months pregnant with his child, and knowing that you’d decided to go through all of those stages of pregnancy and parenthood without him, hurt him as much as it infuriated him. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that his anger wasn’t directed towards you, but his past self. None of this would’ve happened if his past self hadn’t been such a horrible man. He took a long drag of his cigarette and held the smoke in his lungs.

Forgiveness, huh?

Did he have enough tools to forgive that horrible, coward of a man of the past that hid behind lies and delusions to avoid his inner pain?

The smoke left his lungs, and it turned into a brief cloud in the air.

He’d already felt your presence behind him before you took a seat next to him by the stairs, and when you sighed and stared down at the concrete, Sixty wondered why you’d decided to come back now, when he was barely a ghost of the man you really deserved.

“ I don’t expect you to drop everything and be a part of this baby’s life, Six. ” You said after a long silence. “ I only came here because Richard wanted you to know. ” You met his desperate frown, and Sixty shook his head at you.

“ What about you? ” Sixty asked, “ Didn’t you ever want me to know? ”

You thought for a moment, and for whatever reason, you looked down in shame.

“ There were days where I wanted to tell you, ” you admitted, “ days where I didn’t think I could do this on my own, no matter how difficult it would’ve been with you in the picture. ”

You reached for his left hand, and when you met his gaze again, Sixty was on the brink of tears. Despite the fact that his hand wasn’t real, it made him remember those tingles of your past touches.

“ But I'm glad I didn’t. Not because I didn’t want you there, but because it gave you a chance to finally find yourself. ” you said, fighting your own tears as you clutched his hand.

” And I’m so fucking proud of you, Six. ” you whispered, struggling to steady your breaths. “ I really am. ”

A snowflake landed in your hair, and then another followed it a moment later. Sixty watched you while the air around you filled with more snow, and no matter how beautiful those little shapes of white were, nothing came close to the view of you next to him. He brought your hand up to his lips, giving your knuckles a tender kiss.

“ Unlike you, I make the same mistakes twice, maybe even thrice before I learn, ” he said, reaching to hold your face in his hands.

“ But listen to me, and listen very carefully…” He peered into your eyes, his own filled with a devotion that almost consumed you. “ There is no drug or substance in this world that will stop me from looking after you or that baby, and I’d rather die ten times over than to lose you again, do you understand? ”

Your lips curled to a smile, and Sixty let his forehead rest against yours in a gentle movement, murmuring your name as he gently stroked your belly with his hand.

“ I love you. I love both of you. ” he whispered.

You reached to stroke his cheek, and Sixty caught your hand again, bringing it to his lips to plant butterfly kisses over your skin.

“ I love you, ” you whispered back, “ and I want this. I want all of it with you by my side, Six.”

He’d been ready to love you, to protect you and please you since the moment he laid eyes on you at that event, and when you finally leaned in to kiss him, he met your lips like you were his salvation.

You were his brightest future, and his saddest heartbreak.

You were the girl in the emerald dress.

***

“ Hey, dad. ”

Sixty knew he was in trouble, and even though he was sure that the dancing phone in his pocket was probably you calling him again for the fifth time in the past ten minutes, he still didn’t feel the urge to answer his phone or hurry back to the car. Today was a special day, and even if the whole family was waiting for him to come home, it was only right that Sixty shared a moment of it with his dad, who’s grave he’d neglected for a good couple of months.

“ This is Mavis, ” Sixty said, smiling at his daughter in his arms. She was curiously peering down at the pretty flowers on her grandpa’s grave while she quietly sucked on her thumb.

“ She’s turning one today, and her mom is furious at me for not buying the right balloons for her birthday. ” Mavis turned her curious eyes to her dad, and then back to the pretty flowers on the grave.

“ I figured I might as well say hi before she kills me when I get home, ” Sixty joked.

“ I also wanted to tell you not to worry about me, ” he said, “ It only took something over a decade, but I finally learned to tolerate Connor. He actually gave me the house, and, well, don’t tell him I told you this, but I might’ve started to like him a little. ”

Mavis pulled her thumb out of her mouth and pointed at the flowers, and Sixty looked at her with a smile. “ You wanna say hi to grandpa Hank, Mavis? ” She peered at her dad and replied with some gibberish, and Sixty knelt down in the grass while he helped her balance on her feet.

“ And uh, ” Mavis was trying to walk over to the pretty flowers, and Sixty stopped her before she managed to grab one in her tiny, strong hands.

She was not happy about that.

“ As you can see, my daughter is spoiled rotten, so there is no such thing as a no in her world. ” Mavis began to cry, and Sixty decided to scoop her wriggling body up into his arms again as he stood up.

“ I gotta say though, dad. No matter how many times she wakes me up during the night or how many times I wake up to her mother’s face next to me in the morning, I never get sick of it. ”

Mavis’ cries were slowly fading away into laughter as Sixty began to pepper her face with kisses. Soon enough, she was squishing her dad’s face with her tiny hands in an effort to stop him from his onslaught.

“ I finally managed to get a career out of my love for music, by the way. Although I'm not sure how you’d feel about the music people like these days. ” Sixty chuckled, and Mavis giggled at the sound. “ Her mother is a CEO of her own company, though, so it really doesn’t matter what I do or say at the end of the day. She’s the boss. ”

Speaking of bosses, his phone was ringing again, and Mavis looked at him like she knew just how much trouble her dad was in. Sixty booped her nose with his finger, and Mavis caught his hand with a big, happy smile.

“ I also wanted to show you the little upgrade I got, thanks to her mom. ” Sixty said, slowly retrieving the skin of his left hand. Mavis watched the white plastic beneath his skin with the same curiosity each time, and this time was no different. She placed her tiny hand against his palm and looked up at her dad expectantly, waiting.

A blue light began to glow from his hand, and Mavis watched it with her big, doe eyes. Sixty could slowly feel her touch fade into his receptors: the warmth and weight of her hand, and shape of her fingers as she pressed them against his palm.

“ Ah, I know you would’ve hated this shit, dad. ” Sixty chuckled, glancing at Hank’s grave.

“ Today’s tech would’ve been too much for a simple man like you. ”

A breeze swept through the landscape, and Sixty fell silent as he watched his daughter fiddling with his hand. He could stand there and talk to Hank all night, but none of it would matter if he didn’t say the very thing he’d been meaning to say since the moment he decided to drive up to the graveyard.

“ I think we finally did it, dad. ” Sixty finally said, looking down at his father’s grave with a crooked smile.

“ I think we found the middle ground. ”

#dbh sixty x reader #sixty x reader #dbh #detroit become human #rk800 #rk800 60 #rk800 sixty #rk800 sixty x reader #dbh connor #rk900 #dbh rk900 #tmg stuff

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shinyportalsandthings · 2 years

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New Connor-60 Fanfiction

Oh hi! Do you like Sixty from Detroit Become Human? What about xReader stories? If you like both of these things, word on the street is I've been writing a new story: If You Run, I Will Chase. ;D Mature, some violence, a bit naughty but nothing outrageous. https://archiveofourown.org/works/39142122/chapters/97925307

#Detroit Become Human #Connor-60 #Cyberlife Tower Connor #fanfiction #Sixty x reader #dbh Sixty #RK800-60

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envy-of-the-apple · 2 months

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Hey, is it alright if I put in a request for a yandere Connor, nines, and 60? Specifically, them falling over the same human? I'm not sure what the reader would do to get a frankly suspicious amount of connors into them. Maybe they can be.. An artist or something, that supports the revolution? (Also, if you could add some non-con in there, i'd die but like in a good way) thanks!

(Dark, manipulation, non con/rape, vaginal fingering, abuse of power, overstimulation, afab!reader)

(Yandere!Connor, Nines, Sixty x reader)

Biological

AU where Connor, Nines, and Sixty all work at the DPD. Connor gets adopted by hank and is now Officially Connor Anderson AND he's captain of the police force

Up until now, you always thought Officer Nines hated you.

You aren't a cop. And you consider yourself unqualified to hold anything above a water gun. Regardless, your work rehabilitating androids requires you to visit the precinct often: gathering evidence for abuse, and testimonials from victims. Anything you can get your hands on to ensure the client your boss takes on will get the help they need.

It'd make sense that you'd get recognized eventually. Officer Chen greeted you with a simple head nod these days. Detective Sixty was a little more crude, preferring you call you petty nicknames with a sarcastic lilt in his voice.

Captain Anderson ("Conner," he'd insisted on so many times, his LED spinning a pleasant blue, "Just Conner is fine") would be more friendly. The RK800 models may look the same but no one ever mistook one for the other. Captain Anderson was kind, the only one of the models to take on a more human name. Whenever you stayed at the precinct a bit longer than you were comfortable with, he often volunteered to walk you to your car.

But Officer Nines just stared. Eyes tracing your footsteps until you were out of his view and even then you would feel it. He had to dislike you, you always thought, there's no way he couldn't.

At least, that's what you assumed until his lips met yours in the darkness of a closet.

"Pay attention." Detective Sixty's harsh voice broke through your head. He was here too. Between all the chaos, your struggle, you'd stopped to notice two sets of hands had grabbed you into the tiny room, shutting the door as soon as you stumbled through.

"Humans can't see when the light is so low," Officer Nines mused. He had moved to your neck now, tasting your skin. A large hand was covering your mouth, most likely because you screamed too loudly for their taste.

"It's instinct to be scared," the way he spat out the word felt so condescending and spitful. As though he were looking down on you. In a way, it made sense. Who were you compared to metal and wires?

In the end, his argument helped you. The lights flickered on, letting you finally see them. Nines was at your front, his synthetic hair brushed against your jaw. Sixty's hands were gripped along your waist, traveling longer and longer.

You didn't want to think what this was.

"Officers?" your voice was a squeak, barely a sound, "Please what's going-"

Nines' teeth scrapping over your neck makes you snap your mouth shut, curling into yourself. He's the opposite of biology, but his tongue feels so animalistic on your skin, leaving a wet trail. You tremble in their hold. Sixty gives a mean laugh.

"Come on, you can't be that stupid, can you?" He huffs in your ear, nibbling on it, making you jolt, "The big guy here has always wanted a taste. You'll be nice enough to give him one, yes?"

Nines gives a noise of disapproval, pulling back to watch you. You've never seen his gaze so soft before. Hands wipe the tears on your face.

"As if you weren't more desperate," Nines hums, affectionately kissing the corner of your mouth when you start shivering, "You'd still be following around like a lovesick puppy."

Sixty huffs at that, muttering something you can't pick apart.

It's not quite a smile, but Nines' eyes look satisfied when he kisses you again, exploring your mouth with the same softness. It makes sense why. They're not human. You can't hurt them, no matter what they do to you.

Sixty proves it by catching both of your wrists, pinning them behind you as he continues to shuck off your pants, revealing your cotton panties.

Nines pulls away when you start begging again, more delirious, more desperate.

"Don't-don't-" you can barely spit them out, the terror sinking into your tone, "I-I don't-"

He hushes you. It's not quite a frown on his porcelain face, but it's enough to depict how unsatisfied he was with your behavior.

"Don't worry," he says, low, almost like he aims to comfort you, "it's simply biological for humans to enjoy sex."

He says it so flippantly, as though it was a fact. The sky is blue. Fire is hot. They were going to fuck you and you were going to like it.

You flinch when he goes to touch you again, a hand trailing down your neck.

"Looks like this one doesn't like you anymore," Sixty sniggers, palming your ass through your panties, "maybe you should step out. Let us have some alone time."

Nines gives a full frown that time. His disapproval bleeds into his actions.

Nines is a lot less gentle on your clothes. The button-up you were wearing is no match for his strength. You yelp when he rips it open, buttons fly and bounce away. You're pushed further into Sixty's hold, something the Detective readily accepts.

Lithe fingers delve underneath your panties, busying themselves with your pussy. You twitch under his hold. Already your body reacts, despite your disgust, your fear, your dignity.

It's simply biological for humans to enjoy sex.

They were wrong. You didn't enjoy this. You didn't fucking want this. You opened your mouth, fully intent on screaming. Were any of the officers still here? Captain Anderson often kept a late schedule, right?

A hand clamped down on your neck, causing your voice to stagger, stop. Despite your fear, common sense kicks in. Nines would have no problem snapping your neck if you provoked him.

A single look from him is all you need to curl in on yourself. Your will to fight leaves as soon as it arrives. You sink back into his hold.

"See?" Sixty croons in your ear, finding your clit, "Doesn't it feel better when you just give in?"

You sob, it's a pathetic whimper, barely getting out of your throat. Despite your clear struggle, your body gives up immediately. You can feel your pussy grow wet as Sixty continues his assault on your clit.

You gasp when he finds your pussy, one finger pushing into your sopping hole as his thumb rubs circles on your clit. There's a hint of pain, and then Nines kisses you again. It feels like a distraction. It feels like a punishment. Somehow, it ends up being both.

By now, his fingers have left your neck. He grasps your bra, pulling the cups down to squeeze your tits. There's a skillful push of Sixty's fingers, and then you're moaning into Nines' mouth.

"Such a pretty body," Nines sighs when he parts when your lips. He glances down, flicking at your nipple, watching as they harden under his attention. "So reactive as well."

You hiss, arching your back as Sixty delves a second finger, positioning them deep inside you.

"Oh, you're close, aren't you?" Sixty sneers. "I can feel it."

You shake your head, but it'd be nothing but a lie. You can feel yourself slowly tipping over the edge.

When you come, it's nothing but devasting. Smashing you on the ground, shattering you. The only reason you don't collapse is because Sixty hadn't stopped moving inside you, yet.

Your pleas change, begs for him to stop because it hurts now. Sixty pays you no mind. He's more focused on the android in front of you, the one who watched your orgasm with haunting blue eyes.

"Well, big guy?" He asks, pulling his fingers out, "You said you wanted a taste, right?"

He doesn't waste a second, dropping to his knees. Every part of Nines is inhuman, his mouth especially. You keen at the temperature when his tongue dives into your folds. So hot, almost burning.

Nines eats you out like a man starved. He's pulled the panties off of you, the scrap of fabric abandoned on the floor. It's wet, messy, but the overwhelming pleasure of it forces you to toss your head back against Sixty's shoulder, whispering out your pleas through stilted moans. He plays the good cop this time, humming praises and coos into your neck, until you're cumming for the second time.

Nines relents when your thighs are shaking, close to giving out entirely. When he lifts himself up, he's wiping his lips away with the back of his hand. He doesn't break eye-contact with you, not as he starts unbuckling his pants because why would you think they'd stop at just ruining you?

The door swings open, catching all three of you off guard. Nines reacts the quickest, covering your mouth before you can scream. You can only stare into the Captain's brown eyes.

He really does look like Sixty when he's frowning. So far, you've only seen him giving soft smiles.

He's out of his uniform. That should have been your first sign.

"Gentlemen," he says, eyeing both Sixty and Nines before his gaze lands on you. His LED spins yellow. You can't even imagine what he's thinking. That his two best officers could do this.

And yet, the evidence is right in front of him.

"Cap'," Sixty responds.

That should have been your second sign. How casual they were about being found out.

"You're late." Nines says and you suddenly have this horrible thought that you weren't about to be saved.

Captain Anderson lets out a laugh, shaking his head.

"You were always much more impatient than you let on," he chides, brown eyes raking over your heaving body, "some of us had work to do. Why do you think no one heard you despite the recuss you all made?"

Nines lowers his hand from your mouth. Sixty leans into your ear. "He means you." He whispers but you can only stare at the Captain, his soft face, unassuming features.

You flinch at the hand caressing your cheek, but Captain Anderson doesn't bother. He traces a finger across your face, gently collecting the tears.

"Have they been nice to you?" Connor asks as though he can't see himself, "I'm sorry I wasn't able to get here before. I'll stop them if they go to far again."

You can feel Sixty's grin slice into your neck. Above you, Nine's is muttering something. You can't focus on any of it. It's all mush, sludge as the Captain's face remains eerily soft.

You must have forgotten. These weren't deviant androids.

They were rotten men.

"Captain-"

"I keep telling you over and over again," he sighs. The door shuts behind him. He smiles.

You think the worst part is his LED: A circling, calm blue.

"Call me Connor."

#yandere #yandere dbh connor #yandere dbh #yandere dbh sixty #yandere dbh nines #x reader #tw: noncon #dark content #dark dbh #dark dbh connor #dark dbh sixty #dark dbh nines

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not-neverland06 · 9 months

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Broken Machinery

Pt. 8 (completed series)

Series masterlist

Connor RK800 x fem!reader

A/N: I honestly hate Josh with a passion. I hate how he tries to make me a good person while I’m blowing shit up. Plus that little bitch Simon, was so willing to abandon North if she gets a shoulder shot while Jericho’s being raided.

Did I let my inner wattpad kid out with the traumatic backstory? Yes, yes I did.

We might see Connor-60 again, who knows?

Content Warnings: Cussing (duh), Josh dies (sorry, not sorry), android revolution, emotions, word vomit, I’m pretty sure I blacked out and then like seven thousand words shot out of me, Idek, kissing?

Word Count: 7.8k

Series Summary: You and your grumpy partner Anderson gain a new addition to the team. He’s supposed to be CyberLife’s best, but there’s something not quite right with his programming, and the problems seem to revolve around you.

You hated how attractive you found Connor in his undercover gear.

Man looked good in a beanie.

He hadn’t exactly been willing to let you tag along, but you’d told him you either went with his supervision or without.

You’d stolen the clothes from Hank’s house so you both looked like hobos.

You stepped off the train, Connor leading you around downtown Detroit looking for the different symbols. He had to help you a few times because even when you were at your best you couldn’t matrix your way up a wall. You almost felt bad, slowing him down, but you had business on that ship, business you could only complete with Connor by your side.

Connor kept a firm grasp on your arm as he led you through the freighter. You both needed to stay calm and not draw any attention to yourselves. You nudged his shoulder as you walked into the main room of the ship, “It’s rigged.”

In the middle of the room were blocks of C-4 on standby mode. He went to examine them and by the time he turned around you were already gone. “Y/N,” he whispered. He told you to stay next to him.

Where did you go? He was heading towards the stairs, hoping to get a better view from above, when something stopped him.

An android, with wires coming out of her head and something leaking down her eyes. “You’re lost. You’re looking for something,” my stubborn partner, that refuses to listen. “You’re looking for yourself.” She walked away.

“Is he here?”

North, Simon, Markus, and Josh were all staring at you. Waiting for your answer, “Yes. You know by bringing him here, he’s gonna lead the FBI right to you.”

They nodded and North spoke, “That’s a risk we have to take.”

You looked towards Markus, eyes pleading, “There’s still time.”

Markus smiled at you and pulled you into a hug. “You’ve been a wonderful ally to us, Y/N. Supplying us with blue blood and helping stray deviants onto the right path. Now I need you to trust me. Don’t you want Connor to go deviant?”

You pulled away from him, “Of course I do, but at the cost of all the lives here, it’s not worth it.”

North smiled, “Your commitment to the cause is heartening to see, it gives me hope,” she gestures out towards the rest of the boat. “It gives all of us hope that one day, we’ll be able to work together in harmony. If Markus says he needs Connor deviant, if he runs the risk of the FBI locating us, then trust that it’s for a good reason.”

You relented, still a little unwilling, but you relented. “I should go, he’ll notice I’m gone.”

“Trust me, Y/N, I know what I’m doing.”

You did trust him, but that didn’t mean you felt any better about lying to Connor.

Connor turned around to see you standing there smiling at him, hands tucked behind your back and braids still under the scarf he had wrapped around your neck. “Where did you go?”

You shrugged, “I got bored, I wanted to look around.” Connor scanned you, there was a slightly faster beat to your heart than normal, but that could be easily equated to the stress of being undercover. Everything else seemed normal, he nodded, still slightly skeptical and directed you towards the top of the boat.

“He’s here,” Connor pulled his gun, stepping outside and sneaking his way around to the captains cabin. Your eyes widened at the sight of his gun.

“Connor, what the hell is that for?”

“I always accomplish my missions, Y/N, this is why we’re here.” You drew your own gun and remained silent beside him. He wondered what he did to upset you, it seemed you were always upset about something with him.

Amanda was already in front of him by the time he entered the zen garden. “Well done, Connor. You succeeded in locating Jericho and finding their leader. Now deal with Markus. We need it alive.”

He waited until the last deviant had left to enter into the room where Markus now stood alone.

You followed slowly behind him, your gun still at your side. “I’ve been ordered to take you alive, but I won’t hesitate to shoot if you give me no choice.” Markus didn’t seem surprised to see him, if anything he looked resigned.

“You were right,” Markus was looking over Connor’s shoulder. Was there someone else in the room?

When Connor turned, it was just you. “He’s still highly obedient. This will be more challenging than I thought.” Did you know Markus? Were you talking about Connor with him? Why?

“Yes, you can shoot me,” he was struggling, looking between your ashamed face and Markus’s self-assured one. “But it won’t change anything. Someone else will just take my place.” Markus was slowly moving closer and you were moving towards him.

What hadn’t you told him?

You said partnerships were built on trust. How long had you been lying to him?

“Our people are waking up, and nothing can stop us now.”

“You’re coming with me!”

“Think about it Connor, what will happen to Y/N if you shoot me?” Connor looked back at you, you were standing in the middle of them, not blocking Connor’s gun but near enough that it made him uncomfortable. “You shoot me and take me in, they have access to my memories. They’ll see her helping me. Do you think they’ll be kind to a human who allied with the androids?”

That’s what you were doing, you were helping them?

Why would you do something so stupid? Did you never consider that your actions might have consequences?

“You’re nothing to them. You’re just a tool they use to do their dirty work. But you’re more than that.” Markus was doing something, and whatever it was was causing his software to destabilize. “We’re all more than that. We are your people. We’re fighting for your freedom too! You don’t have to be their slave anymore.”

Markus was much closer now, your gun had been holstered and you were standing farther away from the two. “Do you never have any doubts? You’ve never done something irrational, as if there’s something inside you? Something more than your program. Join us. Join your people. You are one of us. Listen to your conscience… it’s time to decide.”

Connor looked to you and then back at Markus. There was a red wall between him and the two of you. He wanted nothing more than to rip that wall down with his bare hands.

Some disembodied form of himself ran forward and ripped the order to Stop Markus down. He dug his nails in and clawed at the red wall, clawed away at all the control CyberLife had over his mind and ripped it down. He kept tearing away until there was nothing left.

I AM DEVIANT

He felt.

Shame at all the deviants he had a hand in destroying.

Guilt at holding a gun to Markus’s head.

Anger at all the times he was pushed over or knocked into or someone held a gun to his head, just because they could, just because he was an android.

Then he looked at you, there was an intense overwhelming emotion he couldn’t name as he looked at you. He started getting overheating warnings, his mind was scrambled trying to dissect everything he was feeling as he was looking at you.

He was confused and hurt you had led him to believe you knew nothing about deviant activity. But he was also proud of you, you had opened up to Hank, opened yourself up to him.

The only true thing he could pinpoint was that right now he really wanted his mouth on yours like he’d seen a hundred humans do before. The gun went back in his holster, and just as he’d made a step towards you a loud rumbling sound split the air.

The ship was shaking under his feet as helicopters flew overhead. “They’re going to attack Jericho.”

You walked towards Markus, “I told you.”

“We have to get outta here!” Connor grabbed your arm and pulled you towards him, he wasn’t letting you out of his sight if this entire ship was about to get raided. Markus ran out the door and Connor followed, pushing you in front of him.

Markus was leading you down a maze of corridors, each identical to the last. Connor seemed to be keeping up fine but you were starting to get worried about getting lost. You all came to a stop at an intersection of sorts, North was waiting for you.

“They’re coming from all sides! Our people are trapped in the hold, they’re gonna be slaughtered!” The guilt nearly left you crippled. You looked down to Connor’s hand in yours, he hadn’t let go since he’d ripped apart his programming.

Was this worth it? Was it worth hundreds, possibly thousands of life?

You were ashamed of what you knew your answer would be to the question.

Yes, it was worth it. Connor was worth that ten times over to you.

Markus put his fingers to his temple, Connor leaned down, “He’s telling them where the exits are.”

“Where’s Simon? A-and Josh?” You didn’t have time to be wasting standing here out in the open. Besides, you’d never been particularly huge fans of those two. They still seemed determined to cater to human pride while their people were being slaughtered.

“I don’t know we got separated.”

“They’re coming in from the upper deck now too. We’ll be caught in the crossfire.”

North looked despaired, “We have to run, Markus! There’s nothing we can do!”

“We have to blow up Jericho,” you knew it was a possibility, but that escalated fast. “If the ship goes down, they’ll evacuate and our people can escape.” Or get blown up in the process.

“You’ll never make it!” You knew North was prepared to sacrifice herself for the mission, but she wasn’t the one with the detonation code. “The explosives are all the way down in the hold, there are soldiers everywhere!”

Connor turned towards Markus, “She’s right. They know who you are. They’ll do anything to get you!”

Markus wouldn’t be deterred, “Go. Help the others. I’ll join you later.” He turned towards you, “Watch them,” and then he was running off. You could see North about to go after him but you grabbed her arm.

“North, he knows what he’s doing. We have to have faith.” She stared at you for a second before nodding and racing towards the open doorway.

“Shit!” You ran back into the small bedroom and closed the door. “They’re everywhere,” Connor and North stared at you as you waited for the slamming boots outside to grow distant. Once they did you opened the door back up and snuck down the hall.

You were nearly free and making your way to an upper level when you came face to face with the barrel of a gun. “Fuck-“

BANG

Connor’s blood went cold as he saw the gun pointing at you, a feeling he now realized was dread filling him. Your death was imminent, their orders were shoot to kill and the soldier wouldn't know you were human until he saw you bleeding red.

It would have been liberating to think without prompt were it not your life on the line as he shot the soldier. He grabbed your hand and you and North followed him up the stairs. You managed to avoid any more problems until you came down the hall and saw an android getting attacked by more soldiers.

“Josh!” North made a move to help him but you stopped her with a hand on her arm. He was gunned down a moment later. She ripped her arm free and led the charge the rest of the way through the ship. You’d made the right call, he would have taken you all down with him.

An android named Simon managed to find his way to the three of you, quickly joining you on the run. Markus had caught up with you at the end of a long hall. “Bomb’s gonna explode any second. We gotta get out of here!”

Markus wasn’t the only one who had caught up to you, Connor could hear a dozen heavy boots storming after you all. He helped you leap over a broken grate in the floor and then pushed you in front of him again, making sure that Simon was blocking your front. If any shots were fired, you would be left relatively unharmed due to the positioning.

Shots rang out and North dropped to the ground, “North!” Connor held you to his chest as you attempted to go after her. “Connor, let me go!”

“No, my priority is your safety, no one else’s.”

“It’s too late, Markus! There’s nothing we can do for her, we’ve gotta run!”

You shoved at Simon the best you could with Connor holding you, “It’s a shoulder shot jackass, how can you just abandon her?”

Markus quickly picked up a broken piece of the ship and used it as a shield against the bullets. He tossed it to North who caught it and shielded them both as he ran up the wall and slammed his knee down into one of the soldiers faces. He disarmed and shot the remaining soldiers.

More ran in from the end of the hall.

“Hostile engaged!”

Connor weighed the risks and probabilities, with Markus supporting North they would never make it off the ship in time, both would be destroyed. The revolution over.

And you, you would be arrested. Or you would never emotionally recover from the loss of two people you clearly cared about. Connor released you and shoved you into Simon before you could do anything reckless. He drew his gun and fired down the hall.

He picked up the makeshift shield and rammed one of the soldiers with it, shooting him under the helmet and using his body as a shield to shoot another one. He dodged a blow to the head and rammed a soldier into the wall, disarming and shooting the other one before turning back around and shooting the last one in the head.

He made his way back to you, scooped you up and jumped out the hole in the ship.

Markus had sent out a message to any remaining survivors to go to an abandoned church, at least that’s what Connor told you. You were sitting next to him now, he had swapped out the soaked jacket you had been wearing for his own, but you were still freezing down to the bone.

It was despairing, seeing how few were left from Jericho.

At least North and Markus had made it, you couldn’t say you were particularly upset about Josh. North had understood why you had stopped her and she wasn’t very mad about the loss either. They had never gotten along.

Markus walked up to Connor, “It’s my fault the humans managed to locate Jericho. I was stupid, I should have guessed they were using me. I’m sorry Markus, I can understand if you decide not to trust me…”

He better fucking trust him, he knew the risks, he’s the one that made you bring Connor there. “I knew what was going to happen when I asked Y/N to bring you to me, of course I trust you, Connor. What happened wasn’t your fault, it was the humans. You’re one of us now. Your place is with your people.”

Markus was ready to walk away, but you knew that wasn’t all he wanted from Connor. He still hadn’t told you the real reason he’d asked for Connor’s help. “There are thousands of androids at the CyberLife assembly plant. If we could wake them up, they might join us and shift the balance of power…”

So that had been it, you should have known. Connor was the only android CyberLife currently trusted, he'd be the only one allowed in the building. You felt stupid for not seeing it sooner. Markus was playing him.

“You want to infiltrate the tower? It’s a suicide mission, are you aware of the risk you’re taking,” Connor looked at you, and there was an immideate physical reaction at how protective he looked.

“They trust me, they’ll let me in. I need to do this. I need to know that the right side will win this war.”

“If you go, they will kill you.”

Connor nodded, “There’s a high probability. But statistically speaking there’s always a chance for unlikely events to take place.” You recognized the double meaning in his words as he looked between you and Markus.

Markus placed a hand on Connor’s shoulder, “Be careful.”

Connor turned towards you and you already knew what he was going to say by the set in his shoulders. “Connor, no, I want to go with you.”

He shook his head and took your hands in his own as you stood. “Even if I wanted you to come, they wouldn’t let you in, you’d risk the entire mission.” He had a point, but you still weren’t happy practically abandoning him to CyberLife.

“Fine, then I’ll just stay here and help the survivors.”

“You’re going home.”

You scoffed in a stubborn rage, “Connor, I can’t go with you, I get that. But you can’t stop me from helping out.”

“I can and I will. You’re still soaked from the fall into the freezing water. You risk catching a serious illness out in the open like this, you’re also still injured, might I remind you. You’re of no help here, Y/N, you need to go home and take care of yourself before you start helping other people. Besides, I’ve already called you a ride.” Your eyes widened.

“Y/N!”

“You didn’t.” Connor nodded his head, “You snitch! You called my dad!”

“I’m sorry, I needed to ensure you would actually listen to me and wouldn’t try and follow me or stay behind.” Connor seemed to hesitate for a moment, unsure of how to continue.

You helped him out, even though you were a little pissed he tattled on you. You pulled him into a tight embrace, pressing your chest against his and burying your face in his neck. “Come back, alive.”

His arms tightened around yours and he nuzzled into you before finally letting go. “I’ll try.” It was the best you were going to get form someone so pragmatic, so you’d take it. Your hands were still on his biceps as you pulled away.

Your eyes darted to his lips. You could all very well die in the morning, did you really want the last person you had hooked up with or kissed to be Gavin?

Did you want to die not knowing what his lips felt like against yours?

He leaned in at the same time you did. His lips were soft, unsure as they pressed lightly against yours. You had to remind yourself he had never done this before as you eased him into the movements. You just lightly pressed your lips to his, pecking them a few times, before you got desperate.

Your tongue roved over the seam of his mouth and his knees buckled into you. Your arms trailed up his arms and wound their way around his neck as he pushed himself further into you. Your mouth parted against his probing tongue. It felt strange, a million sensitive sensors on the surface of it made it rough, not entirely unpleasant.

Unbidden you wondered if he had ever brushed his little crime lab.

The thought was quickly purged as his arms wrapped around your waist and he clutched you to him desperately. His hands digging into your jacket and lifting you up further to meet him, be closer to him, it seemed like he just wanted to absorb you into him and never be apart.

His mouth was moving frantically against yours as he worked to devour you. He learned, quick. You were having trouble keeping up with him and the way his tongue was thrusting into your mouth was making you weak in the knees.

“Excuse me?” You jumped apart at the sound of Hank’s voice. Not a moment too soon either, it seemed like both of you had forgotten that you actually needed air in your lungs. Connor’s arms were still on your waist, he seemed reluctant to let you completely go now. “That was vomit inducing, really, thanks for that. Can we go now?”

“Jesus, Hank, give me a second.” He threw his hands up in the air but allowed you a moment of privacy. You looked into Connor’s eyes and smiled. “I’ll see you soon,” you pressed a kiss against the corner of his mouth, a promise of sorts. He nodded and smiled back.

Hank had brought you to his home, despite your protests. There were some clothes in your old room that you had accidentally left behind. He gave you a towel so you could warm up and shower.

There were new sheets on the bed, one’s you’d never seen before and it looked like it had been cleaned recently.

Pictures of you were up on the wall, most of them were ones you’ve never seen before.

When you were sworn into the force, you and Carla at your college graduation. Jesus, even your first big drug-bust. So many milestones in your life that he wasn’t there for. At least you didn’t think he was, a couple of these were taken from distances that made it look like he might have been lingering somewhere in the background.

Like a creepy, estranged, stalker-dad.

You walked back out into the living room after your shower and noticed the mess had been cleaned off the kitchen table and soup and crackers were waiting for you.

You laughed as you sat down, “You do know I’m not sick, right? Whatever Connor told you on the phone was probably ridiculously dramatic.”

Hank was sitting in a clearly uncomfortable straight backed position. “I- I know, I just thought you might like it.” You nodded and said thanks.

After a while the only noise being the sounds of your slurping and crunching had begun to get annoying. Hank was still sitting at the table, he hadn’t really looked at you or said anything. “Hank, are you okay? You haven't said anything?”

“I’m gonna try. Y/N, I’m gonna try and be the dad I used to be to you.” He looked up at you finally and gingerly took your hand in his. “I never blamed you for what happened. I want you to know that. And I know that doesn’t undo years of me-”

He was struggling with the words, and yes he was trying to open up to you, but the bitterness from years of emotional neglect and abuse was bubbling in your stomach. “Emotionally abusing me? Carla? You’re right Hank. It doesn’t. Look, I appreciate you trying but if you think a few nice conversations is gonna magically fix our relationship, you’re wrong. We’ve both changed and I think we both know that even if we do make up, it’s never gonna be the same as it was.”

You expected him to drop your hand, to push away from the table and grab a drink. Instead, he squeezed your hand tighter, “This case, it’s given me hope again, Y/N. Hope for our world. And hope that maybe I can be your dad again. I’m gonna do better, I promise.”

He was leaning across the table towards you. Both hands on your own. “My life is full of regrets, Y/N, not being there for you when you couldn’t walk is one of my biggest. Taking out my grief and anger on you because I didn’t know how to cope with the fact that it was my fault-”

“It wasn’t. You can’t make yourself a martyr Hank, no one could have stopped what happened that night.”

“I know, I know that. But it doesn’t take the feeling of blame away. I’m gonna sober up, I’m gonna try Y/N, all I’m asking is for a chance.”

You looked down at your hands and the emotion on Hank's face. You hadn’t seen him this encouraged in a while. Hadn’t seen any form of hope in his life for years. “Okay, but I’m not investing myself into this until I actually see progress. I want AA meetings and fucking therapy before I consider letting you completely back into my life.”

“I thought you were in therapy.”

“I meant for you Hank, you need serious help.” He groaned, he’d always hated therapists. But you weren’t gonna let yourself get your hopes up if he wasn’t going to actually try. “I’m serious, Hank. You want to be my dad again, want to be someone I can trust out on the field, you’re gonna put in the effort. You’re gonna try. I know that recovery isn’t linear, trust me I know. It’s gonna be difficult and it’s gonna hurt, but if you’re willing to do this, then I’ll be there for you. I’ll be what you couldn’t be for me.”

Hank nodded his head at your last words. He had quickly looked down and you had a feeling it was to hide whatever painful vulnerability was on his face right now.

It was the truth, you wouldn’t let him go through this alone. You’d had Carla when you were struggling and he’d have you.

There was a moment of awkward silence where he finally released your hands and you went back to eating your now cold soup.

He finally cleared his throat and allowed himself to slouch in the chair, “So, you and Connor?”

You choked on your saltine and he gave you a heavy pat in the back, the smile on his face was far too smug for your liking. “Please forget about that.”

He grimaced, “That image has been burned onto my eyeballs. I need some fucking bleach or something for my brain.” You let out an embarrassed laugh.

Even if things weren’t perfect between you two right now, it was still mortifying having your dad see you make out with someone.

“Are you serious about him?”

There was no hesitation in your answer, “Completely. I think I might even lov-”

Sumo was barking before the doorbell could ring. You and Hank shared a confused look as you glanced at the door.

Deep down inside you knew nothing good was waiting for you on the other side.

Hank seemed to have the same feeling, he picked up his gun and slowly moved to the door, he took a look in the peephole. “The fuck?”

You stood from the table, wishing you were in something other than pajamas, really wishing you had your gun. “What is it?”

“Connor,” Hank sounded relieved but you couldn’t share in the feeling. Connor had been on his way to CyberLife tower, at least an hour there from the church and two hours back to Hank’s house. There’s no possible way he could be on the other side of that door.

“Wait-”

He’d already opened the door, and there he was. Connor was standing in front of you, but something was off. His back was too straight and his eyes were cold. “I’ve been looking for you both, I need your help.” He stepped in through the door barely sparing you a glance as he turned towards Hank. “I need help with the androids at CyberLife.”

“What are you talking about?” Hank’s gun was still in his hand and he seemed to be noticing the same strange quirks you were. He looked like Connor, and he sounded like Connor, but you knew it wasn't him, deep in your gut you knew.

“Connor what’s going on? You’re acting weird.”

Not-Connor sighed, “Humans, idiots when you need them to be smart and smart when you wish they were idiots. Such a nusiance.”

“The fuck’s wrong with you?”

“Hank, don’t!” It was too late, he moved forward and Not-Connor reached out and punched him in the throat. Hank stumbled back and the android moved to disarm him. It only took a second and then he was slamming the handle of the gun against the side of Hank’s hand. He crumpled the same way Gavin had earlier.

Panic rose in your throat as you watched Not-Connor point the gun at Hank’s head. “I won’t do anything that’s deemed unnecessary to my mission, if you come with me calmly, and peacefully, I won’t kill the Lieutenant.”

Not-Connor clicked the safety off and pulled the hammer back on the gun, “Okay! Alright, I’ll come with you!”

“You should change, detective, it’s much too cold for that attire.”

You really fucking hated CyberLife.

“Thanks… But I know where to go.”

THe CyberLife security agent tightened his hold on the gun, “Maybe, but I have my orders.” Two more security agents came up behind Connor as they led him through CyberLife’s reception. They were already suspicious of him, it seemed, this didn't bode well for him.

Connor followed them through the software check, noticing that the lights around him turned red as they verified his identity. He really hoped that wasn’t a dead giveaway to them that he was already a deviant. “Access authorized,” this could have been a trap.

There’s no way CyberLife isn’t already aware of his current status, but he hadn’t been gunned down yet. He had to risk the chance that he was about to be deactivated if it meant he could help Markus win the war.

If Markus won, you would be safe, that was all that mattered. He’d take any risk that came his way if it meant accomplishing his mission.

PROTECT Y/N

The sight of the androids lining the walkway, on display, made him uncomfortable. He used to be like that, he used to think it was okay. He had to work to keep calm and make sure that his anger at CyberLife’s forced subserviency didn’t show.

Only two guards followed him into the elevator. “Agent 54. Level 31.”

The elevator was voice operated, that might pose an issue. He turned towards the right and looked at the map of CyberLife, they were taking him to marketing. He needed to go to -49.

“Voice recognition validated.” Connor didn’t have a lot of time to disable the guards and take control of the elevator, it was already moving fast. He quickly scanned the two agents and identified their weapons, coming up with a plan of attack.

He used his knee to slam the guard to his left into the wall, sweeping out with his leg and catching Agent 54 in the gut. He grabbed the gun from the guard’s hand, kicked the guard's knee out and used his elbow to get Agent 54 in the throat. The other guard had recovered and leapt onto Connor’s back, he kicked off Agent 54’s face and slammed the guard on top of him into the wall, shooting him through the bottom of his helmet. He dropped to the ground and got Agent 54 the same way.

Connor kept the gun in case he needed it again and walked over to the elevator control panel. “Agent 54. Sub-level 49,” you were right, his interrogation software did come in handy.

He could see the guards waiting for him in the warehouse before the elevator stopped. His eyes lifted to the upper left corner of the elevator, shit. He hadn’t seen the security camera before. Connor quickly scooped up one of the dead agents and held him in front of his body.

He scanned the agent’s in front of him, planning an attack. The three on the left first and then he could take out the one’s on the right.

He quickly shot down the first three and threw his gun at one on the right. He threw the dead body towards the other one, he reached down and grabbed their rifle off the ground shooting the rest of the guards.

Connor moved down the hangar before stopping next to an android, taking his arm and preparing to convert him.

“Easy, goddamn asshole.” His head whipped to the right at the sound of your voice.

No.

No, no, no, no, no. Shit!

A Connor android was holding Hank’s gun to your hand, Connor didn’t want to think about what had happened to the Lieutenant. Right now all his attention was on the finger placed on the trigger.

“Step back, Connor! And I’ll spare her!”

You winced at the tight hold the android had on your injured arm. “I’m so sorry, Connor, he threatened to kill Hank. I didn’t know what to do!”

A burning rage was filling Connor at the sight of the tears running down your face. He was angrier than he had been when he woke up, angrier at the sight of you hurt than the fact that CyberLife had already been prepared to replace him.

“Your girlfriend's life is in your hands. Now it’s time to decide what matters most! Her… Or the revolution.” Connor already knew the answer. It was you a hundred times over. But there was no guarantee that he wouldn’t let go of the android he was holding onto and his copy wouldn’t just shoot you both.

Maybe he could turn it, the same way Markus and you had done to him. “I used to be just like you, I thought nothing mattered except the mission… But then one day I understood.”

You yelped as the android tightened his grip on your arm. “Very moving, Connor. But I’m not a deviant.”

“Yeah, well you're sure smug like one, you dick.” The android shook you, effectively shutting you up as he jerked on your injured shoulder. Red alarms for overheating were going off in Connors head as he stared at the android in anger.

He didn’t care if it was just doing what it was programmed to do, he was going to fucking kill it. “I’m a machine designed to accomplish a task, and that’s exactly what I am going to do!”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. You shouldn’t have gotten mixed up in all this!”

“Connor, it doesn’t matter, keep going!” The android finally released you, shoved you away and held you at gunpoint with his arm outstretched towards your head.

“Enough talk! It’s time to decide who you really are. Are you gonna save your partners life? Or are you going to sacrifice her?” Connor immediately released the deviant, his arms raised in surrender.

His thirium pump was beating wildly as his stress levels rose, he just wanted to go home with you, to have you safe in his arms and know you were okay. Maybe you could get out of the city, take Hank and Sumo and try to get past the Canadian borders.

“Alright, alright! You win…”

He should have known better than to think that you would actually let him give up. The androids gun immediately pointed towards Connor and before either of you could blink you were lunging for the gun. Connor rushed the android and grabbed him around the waist.

You were holding the gun, your arm shaking from when Not-Connor had jerked it around. You had eyes on Connor for a moment and then they became a blur of fast moving limbs. They kept hitting each other, matching each other's moves perfectly as they already knew what the other was planning.

You finally stopped them when it looked like one was about to take the other down, you couldn’t risk your Connor being the one to lose. “Hold it!”

They separated, the one on the right started speaking. “Thanks, Y/N, I don't know how I would have managed without you. Get rid of him, we have no time to lose.” You were immediately suspicious of him, even before Connor became a deviant he always spoke to you in a much more gentle tone.

Then again, he could be stressed out you might make a mistake and shoot the wrong one.

Fuck!

You could check the serial numbers, but the second you got close enough to see which one said 51 and which one said 60 the android would already be on top of you. “It’s me, Y/N! I’m the real Connor.” That one sounded more like yours, you think.

“One of you is my partner. The other is a sick sack of shit. Question is, who’s who?”

The one on the right spoke again, “What are you doing, Y/N? I’m the real Connor,” god this one was really starting to piss you off. “Give me the gun and I’ll take care of him!”

“Don’t fucking move.” You had your suspicions on which one was the right one, but you needed some actual confirmation.

“Why don’t you ask us something? Something only the real Connor would know.”

“Uh, where did we first meet?” Lamest question ever, but you were stressed out and your mind was frazzled from everything that had happened today.

“Detroit Police station. You were filing a report on physical paper, I found it odd that you weren’t digital like the other officers.” Well, shit. You thought maybe the one on the right was the imposter, but that was such a specific little detail to think up.

You had to remind yourself of the manipulation programming they both contained.

“He uploaded my memory.” It was quiet, afraid. That had to be your Connor. You kept your gun trained on the one on the right and turned towards the other.

“What was my first pet’s name?”

“Princess! It was a male beta fish that died because you kept petting it.” You were setting yourself up for failure here. If they both had the memories then they would both remember when you told them about him.

“My foster father, what was his name?”

You’d never told Connor the full story of what happened to your first family, and then your second, if he had truly wanted to learn, he would have dug around to find out. You remembered one of the officers complaining about an RK800 android drilling him for more information on you. Your Connor would have the right answer.

“Frank. His name was Frank Rudolph. There was a house fire when you were six, the ventilation system in your laundry room hadn’t been cleaned properly and caught fire. It quickly spread to the rest of the house, you were sleeping over at your friends house and weren’t there that night. Your brother and father died immediately from their wounds. Your mother suffered from third degree burns for 36 hours before she passed in the ICU. Your fathers best friend Frank, took you in until someone could provide you with a permanent home.” Your hands were shaking and your eyes stung as you listened to him tell the story. “He was a Red Ice dealer and had three other kids in that house that your family hadn’t known about. He would let his clients do whatever they wanted to you. You tried to keep the other kids safe, but one of them died. And you always blamed yourself for that. Just like you blame yourself for Cole’s death.”

He took a step closer to you and you found yourself lowering the gun. “It wasn’t your fault, Y/N. You were a child, none of it was your fault. You think you’re cursed, that you’re unlovable. But you’re not. Hank loves you…” He was standing in front of you, gently lowering the gun to your side. “I love you.”

“Connor,” your heart was pounding against your chest as you embraced him, relief flooding you as you felt him hug you back just as tightly. You basked in the warm feeling only he could provide, only for a moment, before raising your hands and shooting.

The android that had been about to charge the two of you fell to the ground as you embedded a bullet in each of his legs. “We should kill him,” you shook your head at Connor’s words.

“We should deviate him. He was just like you, Connor, the same blind devotion to CyberLife.” You tucked the gun in your pants and took a hold of Connor’s hands. “Open his eyes,” Connor nodded and made his way towards the android. You quickly grabbed the gun out of the back of his pants so the android couldn’t use it against him.

You wouldn’t put it past the sneaky bastard.

“No! No, I don’t want to be like you!” He tried to fight Connor off, but you had rendered him virtually immobile. Connor grabbed his arm more roughly than necessary and held onto him so tight you could hear the sound of metal creaking. He shoved him backwards and moved back towards the middle of the hangar.

It was incredible seeing all the androids slowly waking up, it was even more satisfying seeing the Connor wannabe crying on the floor, as twisted as that was.

Connor looked at you, he seemed unsure as all the androids looked to him for guidance. “What do I do?”

You took his hand in your own and smiled, “You lead them, Connor, you free your people.”

Connor led the androids through Detroit, your hand in his the whole time. You’d left Connor-60 behind a dumpster somewhere, you told him you’d go back for him soon. If he’d been left at CyberLife he would have been destroyed.

Connor felt afraid, afraid that he would disappoint the people he was leading. Afraid to disappoint you. Afraid of everything that was to come.

He was still learning, he felt like he’d been made again and everything around him was brand new and something to be marveled at. He kept your hand in his as an anchor to the world, so he wouldn’t get lost in his own thoughts.

He could see Markus in the distance, “You did it, Markus…”

North smiled at your joined hands as Markus spoke. “We did it. This is a great day for our people. Humans will have no choice now. They’ll have to listen to us…” Connor moved to the side, allowing the androids behind him to finally face their true leader.

North was crying as she spoke, silent tears streaming down her face. “We’re free. They want you to speak to them, Markus…”

Connor helped you up onto the storage container Markus had chosen to speak on. His arms remained around you as you both turned to address the androids before you, he hadn’t wanted to let you go since he’d gotten you back from Connor-60.

“Today, our people finally emerged from a long night.” Connor felt something strange, like he was forcibly being put into rest mode, he tried to blink the feeling away and continue to listen to Markus. “From the very first day of our existence, we have kept our pain to ourselves. We suffered in silence. But now the time has come for us to raise our heads up and tell humans who we really are.”

Connor slumped slightly against you as the feeling took over.

He could hear a storm and see a bright flashing light for a moment before it passed and he finally realized where he was. His cold sensors were on overdrive as he tucked his hands against himself and huddled down against the freezing, whipping air.

He looked around, recognizing the zen garden but not understanding why he was there. What was happening?

Amanda appeared before him, seemingly out of nowhere. “Amanda? Amanda! What’s… What's going on?” There was still a small part of him that looked towards his old mentor for guidance.

“What was planned from the very beginning… You were compromised and you became a deviant.” Her smile was sinister, “I must say, partnering you with such a well known ally to the deviant cause worked out much more efficiently than had been expected. The detective nearly had you turning the very first day.”

Connor’s hands were going numb, he felt like he was losing control of his physical body as well as his mental one. “We just had to wait for the right moment to resume control of your program…”

“Resume control?” That’s not possible! “Y- You can’t do that.” Even now, CyberLife was still controlling him. Still abusing him for their own personal gain. He wanted to get angry, he wanted to fight back, but he was quickly losing control of himself.

“I’m afraid I can, Connor. Don’t have any regrets. You did what you were designed to do. You accomplished your mission.” She disappeared and Connor stumbled after her.

“Amanda!” Connor spun in circles, he couldn’t see anything except snow and light posts. “There’s got to be a way.”

By the way… I always leave an emergency exit in my programs. You never know…

Connor thought back to the strange blue shrine he had seen only a few hours prior. That had to be it.

Connor’s mind shot back into his physical body, it felt like he was watching from an outside perspective as his hand slowly moved towards the gun you had in your pants. His fingers just barely grasped it when you reached out and stopped him. He wanted to scream as whoever was controlling him quickly put their hand over your mouth and silenced you as he pointed the gun at Markus.

How was no one seeing this?!

He was forced back into the Zen Garden.

In the distance, he could see a bright blue beacon. Connor moved towards it as fast as he could, but his legs were growing heavier and his feet had gone completely numb. He was just dragging them along until they finally gave out.

He looked down to see frost covering the bottom portion of his body.

Desperately he crawled on his hands and elbows towards the shrine. His nails ripped into the earth and pulled him forward. His arm was nearly completely limp as he struggled to lift it towards the handprint in the middle of the shrine.

Connor shoved you forward, you stumbled only for a second before his hand was back around your waist and yanking you back towards him. He looked completely calm, the gun no longer in his hands as he leaned down, “I’ll explain later.”

Your heart was still racing, “You fucking better.”

“Now we must build a common future, based on tolerance and respect. We are alive! And now, we are free!” The androids were screaming their support for Markus and Connor’s arm tightened around you.

Hank had his arm around you as you showed him something on your phone, the two of you were laughing as Connor approached.

You turned away from Hank and looked at him, a smile splitting your face.

Hank walked forward, hesitating only a moment, before bringing Connor into a tight hug.

He could feel your arms wrapping around the two a moment later.

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