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rk1kmonth · 2 years

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RIGHT, WHAT’S ALL THIS THEN?

For the entire month of July, we are hosting an open event dedicated to RK1K, the ship between Connor and Markus from Detroit: Become Human.

Rather than a week long event with a prompt for each day, RK1K Month will be separated into four weeks, with each week having a group of prompts under a broad theme.

The longer timespan for the event and the open setup of the prompts will allow for more creators to participate without the stress of sticking to daily or weekly deadlines.

RK1K Month encourages creative interpretation, meaning each prompt can be used as a standalone idea, or they could be combined and mix/matched with other prompts from the same week to create a fan work.

HOW RK1K MONTH WORKS

During each week, creators are encouraged to use one or several of the prompts to make a fan work for RK1K Month.

There's no time limit per day or per week, so participants can join in for any prompt, any time.

RK1K Month will be separated into four weeks, and each week has a group of prompts under a broad theme.

Every prompt is open to interpretation as individual ideas or for creators to choose multiple prompts to combine into one fan work.

RULES AND GUIDELINES

RK1K Month is an event for RK1K (Connor/Markus), so only RK1K works or works with RK1K as the main focus are allowed for this event.

Other/background ships are allowed, however they cannot interfere with the main pairing.

Example: background ships like Kara x Luther are allowed.

However, ships like…

Simon x Markus

Hank x Connor

North x Markus x Connor

…are NOT ALLOWED for this event.

(These ships are entirely valid, just not the focus of this event.)

AU content is allowed for this event, just so long as RK1K is the main focus.

NSFW, Mature, and Explicit works are allowed (please tag accordingly when posting).

Sending hate to other creators and/or other ships is NOT ALLOWED.

THE FOLLOWING CONTENT IS *NOT ALLOWED* FOR THIS EVENT:

RAPE/NONCON

UNDERAGE // PEDOPHILIA

OMEGAVERSE // ALPHA/BETA/OMEGA DYNAMICS

INCEST

BOXBOY // SEXUAL SLAVERY

REAL PEOPLE FICTION // SHIPPING OF REAL PEOPLE (NO BRYAN/JESSE, FOR EXAMPLE)

There is no word count minimum or level of completion required for any of the works posted for this event.

Works can be posted on ANY platform (AO3, Twitter, Tumblr, Reddit, etc.)

Works may be posted at any time, though we encourage posting within RK1K Month itself or the respective week of the prompt(s) you chose. There is no hard deadline.

The work you post must be your own. When posting, please tag your works with #RK1KMonth to be included in the event.

Please be respectful of other creators and content viewers when posting:

Do not tag spam when posting (do not tag ships, people, or characters that are not relevant or involved in the work or event)

Tag your works with the appropriate labels for content warnings (like violence, or explicit content)

TIMELINE

EVENT PREP - JULY 1ST - JULY 2ND

Take this time to organize and prepare for your creative works. There’s no requirement for posting on these days.

WEEK ONE - JULY 3RD - JULY 9TH

WISTFUL THINKING

TAKE MY HAND

MEMORIES / FORGET-ME-NOT

QUIET

LEAP OF FAITH

DISCOVERY AND RECOVERY

WEEK TWO - JULY 10TH - JULY 16TH

RISING ACTION

MALFUNCTION / ERROR

KEEPING SCORE

UNDERCOVER

PROTECTION

GIVE AND TAKE / PUSH AND PULL

WEEK THREE - JULY 17TH - JULY 23RD

SUMMER NIGHTS

SUMMER RAIN

HEAT OF THE MOMENT

NOSTALGIA

WHEN THE SUN GOES DOWN

WATCH ME

CONSTELLATIONS

WEEK FOUR - JULY 24TH - JULY 30TH

OUR HAPPY ENDING

REWIND / TURN BACK TIME

WHERE THEY WON’T FIND US

NO TIME LIKE IN THE MIDDLE OF A WAR

BUILDING / REBUILDING

A MOMENT OF PEACE

FREE DAY - JULY 31ST

For the final day, you are free to make and share whatever creative RK1K content you’d like (as long as it follows the event rules), or you can take this last day to relax and celebrate the awesome creations everyone has made.

HAPPY CREATING!

We look forward to celebrating RK1K Month with you!

If you have any questions regarding the event, feel free to reach out on the official event tumblr -- www.rk1kmonth.tumblr.com

Or hit up the event host, @mermaidfinn on discord -- mermaidfinn#0073

#rk1k #rk1kmonth #markus x connor #connor x markus #dbh #detroit become human #fanfiction challenge #fanfiction #dbh fanfiction challenge #dbh connor #dbh markus #markus rk200 #connor rk800

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nadare-writer · 2 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hank Anderson & Connor Characters: Hank Anderson, Connor (Detroit: Become Human) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Pacifist Best Ending (Detroit: Become Human), Deviant Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Centaurs, Shapeshifting, Horse Racing, Gambling, Bromance, Missing Persons, Urban Fantasy, Supernatural Investigations, Mystery, One Shot Series: Part 10 of DBH Supernatural Challenge 2021, Part 4 of The DPA Files Summary: When a centaur racer goes missing at Northville Downs, Connor and Hank are sent to investigate. They quickly find that what should be a straightforward affair is more complicated than they anticipated.

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pechoraflow · 3 years

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Jericho, home of the tieflings, declares war on the human kingdom of Ravaryn once they find out that the humans kidnapped one of their own. They plan on rescuing him, no matter who gets in the way.

Little do they know that Connor, Hank's paladin-in-training, is the one they seek, and he distinctly remembers being kidnapped by tieflings, not humans.

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“He’s a liar!” Connor yelled. He fussed with his breastplate before ripping it off, throwing it against the wall. “He’s a liar!”

“Connor, calm the fuck down,” Hank ordered. He grabbed Connor by the shoulders and looked him in the eye. “Get a hold of yourself. You can't do this. If you let your emotions get out of control, you’re gonna out yourself on accident with your magic, okay?”

Connor was breathing hard, the rage coursing through his veins. His skin was flushed blue, and his hands trembled with suppressed frustration. In a moment, Connor's anger wilted. He let out a distressed sound and put a hand up to his eyes, hiding them as tears started to line his eyelids.

“It’s okay,” Hank said, wrapping his arms around the tiefling.

“I don’t want to go back,” Connor hiccuped.

#GO LOOKIT #THERE IS ART #I LOVE #AAAAAAAAAAA #dbh #detroit become human #dnd au #d&d au #fanfiction #Big Bang challenge #fanfic #ao3

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kianraidelcam · 5 years

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IT’S UP IT’S UP IT’S UP IT’S UP

Chapter 11: Restrained for @whumptopia‘s 30 Day RoboWhump Challenge is finally done! Huge thanks to @artherra for the help. I couldn’t have done it without you! The next prompt is “Muted” and that should be fun. Full fic under the cut, as per the norm, and remember, reblogs are love! (As for the anonymous request for the drabble meme sitting in my inbox, don’t worry! I haven’t forgotten you!)

Handcuffs, specifically designed for androids, that meet the requirements set forth by the National Institute for Justice require a breaking strength of over 650lbs.

As Connor tests the metal cuffs behind his back, keeping him chained to the chair, he finds himself grudgingly impressed. Whoever had built these restraints had exceeded those parameters. As the most advanced prototype built to date, designed for police work and handling suspects exceeding normal human strength, the RK800 was capable of lifting 600lbs. He is capable of 675lbs if he diverted the necessary power to his arms. Theoretically, he should be capable of pulling himself free, even with his arms behind his back.

He only manages to cut through his plastic chassis, drawing blue blood and damaging the skin projection.

Connor’s stuck. He’s jammed, unable to warn anyone of the impending attack, and he’s fucking stuck with his hands behind his back.

{WARNING: DAMAGE TO RADIOCARPAL JOINTS DETECTED}

{WARNING: THIRIUM LEAK DETECTED}

{FURTHER DAMAGE TO AREA NOT ADVISED}

{WARNING: STRESS LEVELS ^60%}

Recognizing the effort as a futile one, he turns his attention to his captors. James Reid and Dana Southern, his facial scan provides. Both with criminal histories for property damage. Both with strongly worded anti-android sentiments. Both intent on assassinating Markus at the anniversary speech in Hart Plaza, if the sniper rifle in the window was anything to go by. “You sure it’s gonna be there?” Reid asks, his voice impatient.

“Fuckin’ better. I didn’t go through all this trouble for it not to show up like the news said,” Southern barely glances at Connor as she talks. She had hardly paid him any attention since he opened his eyes to find himself restrained in this small room.

“ You went through all this trouble? Last I checked, you didn’t drag it’s,” he jerks a thumb back at Connor, “plastic ass up ten flights of stairs.”

There was tension between the pair, it seems. After rebooting from a temporary shutdown caused by an electrical shock while patrolling the area ahead of Markus’ speech, the RK800 noticed the two was constantly on the verge of arguing. Jibes were thrown here and there on both sides, and their relationship sounded tenuous at best. If Connor was capable of speaking past the gag in his mouth, he’d try to force them apart. Tear their relationship at the seams. He is a programmed negotiator after all and is more than capable of reading and acting on cues.

“Shut the hell up, James. You know that ain’t what I meant,” Southern clicks her tongue, still ignoring the android as she watches the crowd grow.

Reid turns away from the window at the woman’s words before making eye contact with Connor, “We could always check with this plastic asshole.”

His co-conspirator shakes her head derisively, “We already got the all clear recording from the thing. I don’t want the plastic trying anything if a call comes in on its radio.”

“It doesn’t have to say anything,” he walks to the chair Connor is chained to before dropping into a crouch in front of the android, “Isn’t that right?”

Connor simply stares ahead, brown eyes glaring at Reid’s green pair. He tugs on the cuffs again as discreetly as he can, ignoring the damage warnings flaring in his vision, but feels no give. The human watches him for a few seconds before breaking eye contact and raising his hand to slap Connor. Aside from the slight distortion effect it has on his skin projection, he does not react. He does not flinch. Instead, Connor stares ahead in an attempt to make eye contact. It’s a simple intimidation tactic his programming offers as a response to his situation, albeit an effective one.

Reid stares back, pupils dilating and heart rate increasing slightly. A subconscious fear response, the RK800’s analysis program supplies. The man glances up at Connor’s temple, no doubt observing the red LED. “Hey, Dana. You’re the tech. You sure I didn’t break the thing? Was the voltage on the taser too high?”

That gets Southern's attention. She turns away from the window to fix Connor with a scrutinizing look. “It’s an RK800, those things are pretty advanced. If anything, it would have been too low…”

She walks over and Connor’s eyes flick over to her’s. For a moment, they simply observe each other. Human and android. Then a familiar voice sounds over the radio, requesting an all clear signal, and Connor grunts past the gag while lurching against his restraints. Reid jumps back, biting down a curse as Southern smiles, clicking her tongue. “It’s just angry,” Reid sputters at her words but stops when Dana hands him a pistol, “It tries anything or makes any noise...shoot it.”

“Just might anyway. Why the fuck do we still need it?” James mutters.

“We need the escape routes and information if we’re gonna take down the rest of the leadership. Shut up and let me send the all clear.”

{WARNING: DAMAGE TO RADIOCARPAL JOINTS DETECTED}

{WARNING: THIRIUM LEAK DETECTED}

{FURTHER DAMAGE TO AREA NOT ADVISED}

{WARNING: STRESS LEVELS ^61%}

Reid aims the gun between Connor’s eyes and holds a finger to his lips. Southern holds Connor’s radio to the recorder, his voice ringing out an “all clear in section 10 Alpha.” He finally allows himself to frown as he looks at the recorder. They must have gotten it in while he was patrolling the area before they forced him into a temporary shutdown with the taser. Dana smiles when she follows his line of sight, “You should get your proximity sensors checked.”

His only response is to test his restraints again. He can’t get an angle. Can’t separate his wrists any farther. The cold steel digs into his plastic chassis, drawing thirium and damaging the metal joints beneath. With every movement, his systems flash warning after warning, telling him to stop damaging himself. If he was human, he’d be in agony.

As it is, Connor just tries again-

He hears the crowd, a mixture of cheers and jeers, as Markus takes the stage.

-and again-

The rifle, a L115A3 with .388 Lapua rounds, is removed from the case, placed on a stand, and Reid aims outside the window.

{WARNING: STRESS LEVELS ^75%}

-and again, with fervour-

{WARNING: DAMAGE TO RADIOCARPAL JOINTS DETECTED}

{WARNING: THIRIUM LEAK DETECTED}

{WARNING: RADIOCARPAL STRUCTURAL INTEGRITY COMPROMISED}

{FURTHER DAMAGE TO AREA NOT ADVISED}

“You want me to shoot?”

“Fuck off, Dana. I shot better than you while practicing and you know it.”

“Just aim between the eyes, shithead. Even androids can’t walk that off,” Southern huffs, nonchalant, while Reid aims down the sights.

-he jumps in the chair, unnoticed by the pair, grunting past the gag as the cuffs hold him back-

{WARNING: DAMAGE TO RADIOCARPAL JOINTS DETECTED}

{WARNING: THIRIUM LEAK DETECTED}

{WARNING: RADIOCARPAL STRUCTURAL INTEGRITY COMPROMISED}

{FURTHER DAMAGE TO AREA NOT ADVISED}

{WARNING: STRESS LEVELS ^80%}

As James adjusts the scope, both eyes open as he aims down toward the stage, Connor feels something give. The cuffs on his right hand slip down his wrist and catch on his thumb joint. Blue scrapes litter the white and gray chassis, pale skin peeled away from the damage. Possible ways out scroll down on his HUD, with the highest chance of success lies with breaking the thumb joint so his hand could slip past the cuffs.

The chance he would succeed in breaking free was… low. And doing so would render his right hand immobile, further lowering his chances at incapacitating the duo.

Reid’s finger slips to the trigger.

The chance of Markus shutting down, irreversibly damaged, if Connor did nothing, was high. His death would cripple the revolution, setting the fight for android rights back by years, and possibly incite a war between humans and androids.

Connor reroutes all possible strength to his arm and yanks.

{WARNING: DAMAGE TO RADIOCARPAL JOINTS DETECTED}

{WARNING: THIRIUM LEAK DETECTED}

{WARNING: RADIOCARPAL STRUCTURAL INTEGRITY COMPROMISED}

{WARNING: RIGHT RADIOCARPAL JOINTS IMMOBILE}

{FURTHER DAMAGE TO AREA NOT ADVISED}

With the final pull, he’s free. He’s free. Connor rises from his chair, time seeming to slow as he scans the room, already preconstructing possible attack strategies. Then, Reid holds his breath and there is no more time for thinking. No time to plan. No time at all.

Two things happen near simultaneously. Connor leaps forward and Reid pulls the trigger.

The shot rings in his auditory units as he tackles the human to the ground, ripping the rifle from Reid’s grasp as they hit the floor. In a single, fluid movement, he whips the butt of the rifle across the man’s face with a crunch. When the human stops struggling, red blood trickling from his nose, he drops the rifle, unable to use it with one functional hand, and stands while turning to face the woman. The taser is aimed at the RK800 and Southern smirks.

Typically, Connor was calm, analytical. He’d been described as emotionless before as well as uncaring. It wasn’t that he did not care, he cared quite a bit. He simply struggled with expressing emotion and tended to resort to his programming when presented with difficult situations. Dana however, seemed completely unbothered and it unnerved him. He rips the gag from his mouth with his good hand, “I’m faster than you and I don’t feel pain. You don’t stand a chance against me.”

He’s already preconstructing ways to avoid the prongs and take her down when his radio explodes with chatter.

“Shot fired, shot fired.”

“Anyone have eyes on the shooter?”

“All teams, check in. I need a sitrep.”

“Blue Bird is down. We need emergency techs.”

“Officer 800, check in.”

Markus was hit. He was too slow, he was too slow.

{WARNING: STRESS LEVELS ^90%}

He was too fucking weak to break free, to free himself. He’s an RK800; highly advanced and capable of eliminating nearly any threat. He should have never let himself be caught and restrained by two common criminals.

{WARNING: STRESS LEVELS ^95%}

“Doesn’t matter what happens to me now. I’ve already won.” Her voice is smug and it pisses Connor off.

He lunges, dodging the prongs, and grabs Southern by the throat with his left arm. He lifts and slams her head against the wall once, twice, then lets her fall to the floor in an unconscious heap.

Connor had been stuck. He had been stuck and he only watched as Reid aimed down to the crowd below. It was his fault, his fault, that Markus was injured. Possibly dead. All because he couldn’t break free of his restraints in time. His fault, indeed.

“Officer 800, please respond.”

The RK800 glances at the radio abandoned on the table. He needs to know. He needs to know if Markus is safe. “Officer 800. Two suspects down in left quadrant building, top floor, including the shooter. They restrained me and used my all clear. What is Blue Bird’s status, over?”

Hank’s voice sounds over the radio, voice relieved, “Blue Bird’s fine, kid, minor damage. Barely nicked his shoulder. What’s your sitrep, over?”

{STRESS LEVELS v50%}

“My left wrist immobile but I’m otherwise undamaged. The suspects are currently unconscious and I’m compiling a report as we speak, over.”

“Showoff,” Connor ignores Lieutenant Anderson’s breach in radio etiquette, “I got a team heading your way now. Keep ‘em comfy, why don’t you?”

“Acknowledged. Out.”

Connor glances at the handcuffs still dangling from his left wrist and has to suppress a shudder. This had been an… experience. One he is quite sure he wouldn’t want to repeat. Instead, he sits back into the chair, watching the pair as he waits for the backup to arrive. Later, there’d be time to fully process what had happened and how he felt about it. For now, he allows his analytical side to take over, and writes his report on the shooting while digging into Reid and Southern’s background.

For now, he acts and doesn’t feel.

There’d be time later for that.

#detroit become human #dbh #dbh fanfic #dbh fanfiction #my writing #restrained #connor whump #connor #connor rk800 #Hank is in it #for like 2 seconds #30 Day Robowhump Challenge #sorry about the wait!

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deviantconnorarmy · 6 years

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Statistically Speaking...

AN: Done for @tea-with-loki Torn In Two challenge. I got the idea almost immediately, but it was 3 a.m. So I jotted down notes/important snippets/information and it was tabled till the morning (later morning, after sleep). P.S. I love Breaking Benjamin, I usually end up listening to BB for the darker parts of my stories for inspiration. Also...this is actually short by my standards. Even for a one shot.

Hindsight AN: This has turned into a mini-series. I’m calling it the “Survivability” Mini Series.

Characters: Connor, Fem!Reader, Hank Anderson

Pairing: Connor x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Language (I’m not posting any other warnings here cause spoilers. I will still tag the story so no one is blindsided by unwelcome triggers)

Word Count: 1527

Masterlist Next Part --->

"Is this the fate we fall between? Deface the life inside of me. Drain the heart with atrophy, and take away the remedy. I am torn in two...Hold on, hold on, we're barely alive. I am faded through...Hold on, hold on, the fallen arise. I will fight this world for you, and let the dawn of love survive. Broken, I crawl back to life!" --”Torn In Two” by Breaking Benjamin

*Connor POV*

Red and static glitched across his vision, marring the pure white of the snow covered abandoned parking lot. He was damaged, his systems informing him of how much damage had been taken and where, that he only had a sixty-one percent chance of survival if he took a very specific path of escape at this very moment. A few paces away, he could see you laying face-down in the snow, crimson slowly staining snow around you.

An ambush. Of course it had been an ambush. There had been a high probability that the information you both needed for the most recent turn of the Deviant case--androids being used to smuggle drugs one of which had caused a red ice lab to explode and killed dozens when it had gone deviant--could be found here. Connor had thought that the potential to find beneficial information had outweighed the risk.

He'd been wrong.

The shooting had started, and Connor had been the first one hit, his clearly android clothes making him an obvious primary target. The bullets had continued to be unrelenting as you both dove for different spots of cover behind broken down, rust covered cars. Connor was in bad shape, but behind the car ten paces to his left...

Chance of Survival: 3%

Three percent.

She's not going to make it.

His escape path was clearly mapped out in his mind. He only needed to follow it. You weren't going to make it no matter what he did, not with those odds. The best thing he could do was limp back to the precinct and tackle the case from a new angle. It was the only logical option. Leave you. You were practically already dead.

So why hadnt he moved yet? A precious second went by and his survivability dropped to fifty-nine. He needed to act.

But he couldn’t leave.

Connor shifted to a coiled position, ready to spring forward in your direction at a moment’s notice. Thirium dripping from his wounds and stained the snow blue, but he ignored it and the Software Instability in the corner of his vision that seemed to be going haywire.

Without really thinking about what he was doing, Connor acted on what he would call instinct--if he wasn’t a machine. He let the desire to help you however he could override the logic he’d assessed the situation with.

Three percent may have been a terrible chance of survival, but it was still a chance.

Determined, Connor leapt forward, racing to cover the distance between the two cars to get to you as gunfire rang across the parking lot once again. Connor’s survivability dropped drastically, halved in seconds to twenty-four percent, and his systems quickly alerted him he’d sustained more damage and lost more thirium. Another bullet hit a major component in one of his legs, and he went down, a foot from the car you were lying motionless behind.

Chance of Survival: 2%

Connor planted his arms in the ground, dragging himself against the ground to crawl forward that last foot. He was leaving a thirium trail in his wake, another bullet grazing the back of his neck.

His survivability dropped to seventeen percent. Yours was still clinging to that shaky two.

Connor managed to get his head and upper body behind the car, shielding the important parts from the gunfire. Another bullet got one of his feet, and he ground his teeth together, pulling himself over to your side with more effort than he cared to admit.

Chance of Survival: 3%

Connor’s LED flashed--it had been red this entire time, but for the moment, it was yellow as he made a call for help.

To his surprise, he saw your fingers twitch, and you stirred slightly. He’d thought you’d been unconscious, but you seemed to still be responsive.

“C...Connor?”

The mumbled words were muffled by the snow, and would have been inaudible if it hadn’t been for his android senses. It also stirred him back to action as he pulled himself over to you, putting his arm around you. It took a few moments, but he managed to pull himself on top of you, one hand finding its way underneath you so he could put pressure on and try to stop the bleeding from one of your more serious wounds.

“C...what..?”

Connor could hear footsteps approaching, and he felt his heart hammer in his chest, knowing that the people approaching had to be their ambushers.

“Don’t move,” he whispered back. “No matter what happens. Don’t. Move.”

Connor closed his eyes.

His own survivability flashed in front of him, a single, glaring red 1%.

In one last attempt to help your chances, he did his best to heat up his temperature before you were both found, not wanting you to freeze to death.

“Found it!”

Connor felt panic--actual fear--as the voice echoed above the two of you, and his grip around you involuntarily tightened as he saw that last chance of his survival disappear.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

*Hank POV*

Hank didn’t waste any time in getting to the parking lot Connor had directed him to, the ambulance he’d also requested struggling to keep up with Hank’s speed.

It would just have to keep struggling--there was no way in hell he was slowing down. Whatever was happening, Connor had sounded like it was urgent, clearly life and death.

“You better be all right, you fucking plastic prick,” Hank muttered out loud as he took a risky hard turn into the abandoned parking lot, the hula girl on his dash dancing wildly.

Hank only bothered to pull into the parking lot enough so that the ambulance still had room, jumping out of the car and pulling out his gun and a flashlight as he rushed into the parking lot, flashlight sweeping behind car after car when he didn’t see Connor or you out in the open anywhere. The android EMTs followed a few paces behind him, waiting for a signal that would tell them who their patient was.

He’d been searching for almost ten minutes when he caught sight of something blue glowing in the snow, the clear sign of an android.

“Connor!”

It was already a bad sign that the android was on the ground and covered in snow, but the fact he didn’t respond to Hank’s call only made the fears hank had been trying to suppress worse. As he got closer, he could see the thirium stained snow leading from one car to where Connor was currently lying motionless, and then he saw the crimson...

Finally he got close enough his flashlight illuminated Connor’s body, riddled with bullet holes and lying unmoving atop something Hank couldn’t see.

“Connor!” Hank shouted, tucking his gun away as he dropped next to the android. He tried to roll him over, only to realize Connor’s arm was wrapped around something. Hank quickly switched tracks, pushing Connor the other way and rolling him onto his back.

As well as revealing you were hidden underneath him.

“Jesus Christ,” Hank swore, one hand reaching out to Connor while the other landed on your shoulder. Not a single bullet had pierced through Connor to you, but his clothes, especially his jacket, was soaked in thirium, the same blue blood coming out of his nose and mouth, eyes still closed, LED dark. “Jesus Fucking Christ...”

Hank rolled you over carefully, expecting to see you riddled with bullet holes and dead as well. When he did, he only saw a couple gunshot wounds, and he could see--now that you were on your back--that Connor’s hand had been over the worst, keeping you from bleeding out before help could arrive.

Your chest rose. Marginally, but enough for him to see you were somehow still alive.

“Get your asses over here!” Hank hollered at the EMTs, who were already hurrying over with their stretcher. “Shit!”

Hank looked over at Connor again, taking in the blue blood drag mark from the other car, and the crimson snow that hadn’t budged, the bullet holes all over him, your blood on his hand.

It wasn’t hard for Hank to put together that whatever had happened, Connor’s actions saved your life at the cost of his own.

Your life took precedence. Hank went with you to the hospital, hoping you were going to be all right--especially with what Connor had sacrificed to keep you alive--unable to help but think of Cole. It wasn’t like he could do anything with Connor’s body, though--Cyberlife had a certain way of doing things. They were supposed to be called when there was a destroyed android.

They didn’t come for hours, though, unbeknownst to Hank, or you, lying in recovery in the hospital, currently in a coma but the doctors optimistic considering how far you’d defied the odds already.

Connor remained lying in the snow for hours, surrounded by blue, white, red, and rusty metal. It started snowing again, gradually hiding the android from view of the outside world as time slipped by.

There was a soft whir that hummed through the parking lot.

A dull red glow emanated from beneath snow.

Next Part --->

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angel-scythe · 6 years

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Gavin900′s Week - Day 7 : Expectation VS Reality (Halloween)

Well... it’s so weird to catch up the thing lately and finishing it on time. Can I be proud?

it was also weird for me to write 7 OS. I’m not an OS person like... really not. At first, I wanted to do a story in seven chapters (like for Conniel’s week) but it was impossible with the Themes so... Tadaaaaa?

(PS: I’m working on a big story for ‘I need you’ (Day 2). The themes I used are important and I want to work with them. I know it’s hard but I think we should see it more too. But in the real essence and not just with someone eating Ice Cream and that’s it.)

And I was SO glad to finally write some Gavin900/900Reed because it’s certainly one of my favorite ship of the fandom. I looooove working with Gavin and Nines is my baby, he brought so much opportunities! (and even if I started my AU, it’s the first time I wrote some so THANK YOU FOR THE CHALLENGE!!!)

Anyway, you’re certainly not there for my stupid babbling. I let you smash the door for AO3 ( > | °| < ) or keep reading and... look up that summary.

It’s Halloween night and Nines come at Gavin’s home to work. Well... it’s what he believes.

When you googled, it was easy to know what Halloween was, the traditions, the kind of party, the best disguise… everything. But it was another thing to actually see it. Especially when you didn’t have discovered it before.

Yes, Nines was dumbfounded when he saw all those kids in disguise, running, shouting happily and coming to the doors to ring those bells. Whenever and wherever he walked, he heard some ‘Trick or Treat!’ echoed around. And then the laughs since the kids received candies. He also saw a lot of decorations all around. You could see spider web at windows, pumpkins with candle in front of the house, bats flying around, witches trying to enter in those place. And broom all over the places.

When he arrived in front of a house in Chester Street, he came to the door and rang. As he waited, he looked around. This one looked so stern between two heavy decorated houses. One had a them Harry Potter, well if Nines referred to the typo. He couldn’t understand why there were candle floating all around and what was the point with that big tree. Didn’t get why there were a red fluffy cat, in plush of course, and an owl.

The door opened suddenly and the Android turned his head.

It was Gavin with a black leather trousers and a black top, a bit glooming, without sleeve and stopping just above his pectorals. He had mittens with pink pads drawing on them. And a hairband with cat ears moving. Was it the worst? Because he had a pinky spot on the nose and whiskers in black on his cheeks.

“Hey,” he said, a pumpkin solid bag on his hand. “I thought you were a kid!”

“What are you doing?” Nines asked, surprised by his looks.

“Dressed up as a Cat! Meow!”

“But… why?”

“It’s Halloween.”

Nines looked even more dumbfounded.

“Don’t mind. It’s just my favorite holiday. I like to dress up for the occasion. I’m glad you came,” he smiled. “Come.”

Gavin turned to enter in his home and Nines noticed a long tail was attached to the man’s pant. He really liked to dress up.

Nines came in the house and closed after him. The house was still stern but you could see a pumpkin sculpted on a furniture. That wasn’t perfect but you could see it was made with love.

“So you really enjoy this holiday?”

“Yeah. And I relax a bit. Do you like horror movie?”

“I don’t know, I don’t watch TV. I thought I was here to work. We’ve still five case opens.”

“Hm. You want some candies? I’ve some coffee flavor.”

“No, thanks. I’m not here to work?”

Gavin turned toward him. “You can chill just one day, no?”

“We have a lot of criminals to stop,” Nines pointed out.

“Okay. Let’s work,” the man said. “Come in the living room.”

Nines followed him without a word. When he arrived, he found a lot of lollipop in another pumpkin bag, they were decorated as ghost and vampire. There was a pumpkin pie, some popcorn, a red liquid that doesn’t looked like blood but almost.

“You had something planned?” Nines asked. “Why did you invite me? This had no sense.” He frowned and took a cupcake that looked bleeding with glass piece on it… but when he liked it, it was only melted sugar and food color.

“It’s nothing Nines. Let’s work, okay?”

Gavin sat in his sofa and the Android came with him. He frowned, seeing a stack of DVDs.

“You had a party planned, isn’t it?”

“Yeah.”

“So… the Agent Chen had forget to come?”

“Oh no. She’s at a party. She’s gorgeous in Frankenstein’s Monster Wife.” Gavin took his phone and searched the picture they had done together. “Look.”

“Indeed, she’s delightful.”

“Yeah.”

“I know Frankenstein, the book. I read it, one time. Two sweet seconds.”

“You mistook the word. Weeks? Days?”

“Seconds. I downloaded it.”

Gavin had a nervous laugh. “You should try to really read it. That would be nice.”

“I keep that in mind.” Nines looked the food on the table and the DVDs. He bent and searched for one.

“There is something wrong?”

The Android found Frankenstein and he handed it to Gavin. “I guess we could use a tiny break. Can we see it?”

“Yes!”

Gavin got up, suddenly happier. He took the DVD and went to the DVD reader to install everything. Now you could just send them to your TV with an application and a mediashelves but that probably added something to look it on DVD.

“I’m not dress up,” Nines pointed out.

The Detective took out his hair band and came to him to slide it in the dark hair. “Here you are! You’re a cat too now!”

“And you?”

“It’s okay, I’m a cat without ear. You look great!”

“Thank you…” Nines was still stuffy and stiff. He couldn’t be at ease and he just turned his head toward the TV, uneasy.

A scream echoed in the wall and Gavin jumped. He saw those movies very often and he could remember the time he used to have a big movie night with his friends. They always dressed up with movie and things to eat. Never went to party because this wasn’t their things. However, he lost them long time ago.

“Nines?”

The Android had his hand on his mouth and Gavin looked him with a handful of popcorn in his palm.

“I’m… I’m okay. This is okay.”

Gavin frowned.

“I didn’t remember the book was so… scary.” It was hard for Nines to say that because he did way much terrifying thing in his work.

And that was on the TV! It was stupid to be afraid of that so… why he felt that way?

He was surprised when the TV switched off.

“Come here.” Gavin opened his arms.

Nines hesitated. He was a cop, an Android! But he also wanted to feel his arms around him. It wasn’t the first time he wanted some contact with his partner. If not, why coming to his house? It was stupid to feel that when he shouldn’t…

But finally, he yield to himself and came for some cuddle. Gavin caressed his hair and held him tenderly.

“Sorry about that. We can watch a movie you like. What do you like?”

“I never downloaded movie.”

“We must try that. Maybe with your favorite book?”

“I liked Frankenstein.”

“Yeah, right… Anyway, we’ll find that. I know what is scary or not.” Well… he didn’t think that Frankenstein was scary but now he had the right level in mind.

“Sorry,” Nines said.

“That’s okay.”

“But you had planned things.”

“I…” Gavin sighed softly. “I had planned to pass a bit of times with you.”

The Android looked up to him, surprised. “What?”

“I just wanted to pass a bit of time with you. I like you, Nines. Very much. I wanted to… kiss you and stuff.” He explained.

“It seems it was pretty successful. I’m in your arms.”

Gavin laughed. “I wouldn’t think the ‘let your special one watches a horror movie to get them’ will work with you!”

“Sorry but yes. Now that you get it, what you should do?”

“Hm… kiss you? If I may?”

“Please.”

Gavin bent and kissed him softly, happy to have him in his arms, against his chest. And Nines was happy too, especially because the sound of his heart was as sweet as his lips tasting coffee.

#Reed900 week 2018 #Reed900 week 2018 day 7 #I did it!#Fanfiction #It's on ao3 #Thank you for the challenge #Gavin x RK900 #Nines rk900 #gavin reed #Halloween #movie night #dbh #detroit become human #I'm so glad

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wecanbe-heroes · 6 years

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Jay’s 500 Followers Writing Challenge!

Hello, everyone! I finally reached 500 followers on my birthday earlier this month! So, to celebrate I am hosting my first ever writing challenge! I am so happy to finally reach this goal after so long on this site. I have never been big on gaining followers or anything, but this is awesome! Thank you to everyone who follows me <3. Now, on to the good stuff lol.

Here are the rules and the prompts are under the cut:

- You do not have to be following me to enter.

- 3 people per prompt

- Up to 3 prompts per person

- Include trigger warnings!

- I will allow smut even though I am not a fan, but only for characters 18+ please.

- If your work is longer than 500 words, please use the ‘read more’ option.

- Can be any character from Marvel, Detroit Become Human, or Tom Holland. I am not allowing other real life people at this time, but I will allow other fandoms, just include what it is in your message.

- Send me an ask, message, or comment on this post with which prompt and person.

- Please tag me in your work! If I do not reply/reblog it within a day, just send me a message and I will look at it.

- I will be reblogging all the writings for this and making a masterlist for everyone to see.

- There is no time limit and no word limit :)

- Tag your work #jaybirds500wc

- please don’t let this flop oof

Prompts are taken from/influenced by These Three Posts, asterisk after the prompt means I am also writing something based on it:

1: “Are you going to finish that or no?” 0/3

2: “What are you listening to?” * 1/3 @feminist-violinist

3: “Fight me, you attractive stranger.” 0/3

4: “Will you win me a teddy bear?” 0/3

5: “Fuck off, I mean it.” 0/3

6: “I can’t be around you.” 0/3

7: “Here’s a nice hot cup of coffee.” “It’s cold.” “A nice cup of coffee.” “But it’s tea.” “A nice cup.” 0/3

8: “Is that my shirt?” 0/3

9: “I never meant to hurt you.” 0/3

10: “I’m going to keep you safe.” * 1/3 @connorshero with Markus

11: “Don’t make me regret saving you.” * 0/3

12: “So, are we just going to ignore this sexual tension?” 0/3

13: “You have no idea what you do to me.” * 2/3 @deviantramblings with Connor, @connorshero with Markus

14: “I don’t need you.” 1/3 @deviantramblings with Connor

15: “Kick his ass for me.” 0/3

16: “Please don’t die now.” 0/3

17: “Walk out that door and we’re done.” 0/3

18: “Why do I love you?” 0/3

19: “Tell me you need me.” 1/3 @writinginstability with Connor

20: “Everything we’re doing is illegal.” 0/3

Aus/Other:

- Soulmates 1/3 @nerdylittoyvoid with Markus

- Assassin and Target 0/3

- Friends to Lovers 0/3

- Mermaid/Merman 0/3

- Reincarnation 0/3

- Vampire (or other mythological creature) and Hunter 0/3

- “I need a date to this thing (family dinner/reunion/etc) and you’re really cute.” 0/3

- “Uh oh the power is out in our apartment complex and I don’t have any candles but you do.” 0/3

Songs:

- Lightning by The Wanted 1/3 @stormyroses01 with North

- First Time He Kissed A Boy by Kadie Elder 0/3

- Horns by Bryce Fox * 0/3

- Rewrite the Stars by Zac Efron and Zendaya 0/3

- Gorgeous by Taylor Swift * 0/3

- Break Up Every Night by The Chainsmokers 0/3

- Beautiful Soul by Jesse McCartney 0/3

- Sunburn by Owl City 0/3

- Barcelona by Max George * 0/3

If you have any other prompt ideas you would like to use but don’t see it on the list, just let me know! I love just about anything lol. Really hope some people join. Thank you guys again for the follows and for sticking around through all my mess!

#writing challenge #fanfiction #dbh fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #dbh fanfic #marvel fanfic #dbh fanfics #marvel fanfics #tom holland #writing prompts #writing prompt #dbh #marvel #mcu #detroit become human #my stuff #my textposts #jaybirds500wc #writing

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xxlolalot · 6 years

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Writing Prompts

1. A glittering gem is not enough.

2. Don't step on the broken glass.

3. The lake is a long way from here.

4. Where do random thoughts come from?

5. Writing a list of random sentences is harder than I initially thought it would be.

6. I am never at home on Sundays.

7. She only paints with bold colors; she does not like pastels.

8. The grass is always green on the other side.

9. I try to be normal.

10. In the middle fo the sea.

DBH style again. :)

#detroit become human #dbh #writing prompts #prompts #prompts list #list #writing #writer #write #author #daily #fanfic #fanfiction #fic #challenge #text post

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elisa897-2 · 2 years

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Week 10: Dragons

This week I take this opportunity to publish a drawing of the fanfiction that Yen and I are writing ☺️

Do you remember these two babies, @yayen-chan ? 😁❤️

Dragon Nines and Gavin ☺️

@dbh-supernatural-challenge

#week 10: dragons #dbhmagic #detroit become human #dbh #dbh fanart #dragon!nines #nines #rk900 #gavin reed #900gavin #reed900 #900reed #love #dragon #drawing #digital art #fanart #elisa897-2

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stories-by-shanna-p · 4 years

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Tale Teller’s 2020 BINGO Challenge

With the #Tale Teller’s 52 Week Challenge coming to a close, I wanted to start up a new challenge for those who are wanting to write more over the summer! I wanted something unique and fun, so I decided on doing a BINGO Challenge!

I hope I have created something fun and unique that everyone will enjoy. If you are interested or want to know more, be sure to click the “Keep Reading” line!

What is a BINGO Challenge?

A BINGO challenge is where you will have to write stories or fanfiction that match up with spaces on a bingo card. Below is an image of a traditional BINGO card, as an example...

Instead of having numbers on the card, each square will instead be filled with different genres or prompts for writing. For example, Fluff, Smut, Reader Insert, AU, Friendship, etc. You will have to write one story for each square on a custom BINGO card that I will give you to compete for BINGO!

What’s more, I have decided to spice the challenge up with PRIZES for WINNERS!

How Do You Win?!

You can be one of the winners by being the first to get a BINGO or a BLACKOUT!

Bingo -- Getting a BINGO means that you write a story for all the squares in a line. The line can be horizontal, vertical, or diagonal.

Blackout -- Writing a story for EVERY SINGLE SQUARE ON THE CARD!

This means that to have a chance to win you have to write AT LEAST 5 stories. There is no free space on my fanfic bingo cards, but there are other things that could be easier...like making a fic recommendation, making a playlist, etc.

Why do I want to win?

Select winners will get very special prizes for this challenge!

1st Writer to Get a Blackout -- The first writer to submit their card (and stories as proof) to me with a blackout will win...

- Signed Copy of my Upcoming Debut Children’s Picture Book (Published in November) (this will be MY FIRST PUBLISHED BOOK!) - Signed Copy of “Writers of the Cedar Valley Anthology 2019″ that contains two of my poems and one of my short stories as well as stories from other authors (Release Date TBD) - Written One-Shot (by me) of your choosing in select fandoms (TMNT, LOTR/Hobbit, Supernatural, DBH, Witcher)

***To get your prize, you will have to share your address with me so I can mail the two books. If you are uncomfortable with this, that is fine, but I won’t be able to get you copies of the books, sorry!

1st 5 Writers to Get a BINGO -- The first three writers to submit their cards for BINGO (and stories as proof) will win...

- Written Letter personalized to YOU from a favorite character in select fandoms (TMNT, LOTR/Hobbit, Supernatural, DBH, Witcher) - Entered into drawing to win the “TTB OC ADDITION”

Remaining Writers to Get a BINGO or Blackout (but not one of those above)...

- Entered into drawing to win the “TTB OC ADDITION”

***The TTB OC ADDITION means that you will be allowed to give me details about an original character that will make an appearance in a chapter in my ongoing story Touch The Butts: Hobbit Edition. This will be a side character that will appear in a chapter of the story. I will allow you to pick where the character will appear from the remaining paths still left to be published (As a side note...if you pick a character I haven’t written for (I’m currently on Bofur)...then I guess I will have no choice but to do that path next! Which means you would be picking the next path for TTB as well ;p )

***If you are one of the first to get a BINGO and then go on to be the first to get a Blackout, you do NOT get both prizes...you will get to pick which one you want. The one you didn’t choose will go to another writer.

***This challenge will end on August 31st, 2020! If no one has claimed the prizes by then or submitted their BINGO or Blackout by then the prizes are void. This is just to ensure I’m not getting a message two years from now asking when they will get their stuff for the stories they just wrote.

***There are only 30 BINGO Cards, so only 30 can enter!

How to Enter the Challenge:

If you are interested in joining this challenge, you will need to send me an ASK under the username you wish to enter with. That’s it...

When I receive your submission, I will then send you an image of your PERSONAL BINGO CARD. That’s right, everyone will have a completely unique BINGO card. The content in the squares will be the same, but they will all be in a different order. This way, no two people’s experience in the challenge is different!

Once you have your BINGO card, you are off to the races! GET TO WRITING!

Rules of the Challenge:

To help balance the chaos, there are a few rules...Please make sure you read through these for violating one of the rules could keep you from winning a prize!

1) No Double Dipping -- for those who don’t know what this means...let’s say you need a story that is “Fluff” and a story that is a “Ship”...you HAVE to write TWO DIFFERENT STORIES! You can’t write a story that is both a ship and fluff...nope, sorry. Each square needs its own unique story.

2) Submitting Your BINGO Card -- When you are ready to submit your BINGO card to me, you need to put an image of your BINGO Card in a Tumblr Post (if you can mark the boxes you did that would be helpful, but if not no worries). In addition, you need to have each of your stories linked in that post (as proof of completion). If you could also please include what category it was for, that would be helpful!

For Example:

[Insert BINGO Card Picture]

TTB: Hobbit Edition (Multi Chapter)

How to Train Your Dwarf (Ship)

Etc...

3) No Changing Your Card -- I will note in my PDF who had what card and I will check to see if you use the card I gave you. So, don’t trade cards with your friends, don’t go online and make a new card. You HAVE TO USE THE ONE I GAVE YOU!

4) TAGGING IS VITAL -- There are three things I want you to please do on EACH story you post, whether it is on Tumblr or AO3...

- Tag me in the story so I can read it! (Tumblr - @sdavid09) or (AOD - Whaleofataleteller) - Use the Hashtag: #Tale Teller’s 2020 BINGO Challenge (Be sure to include the BINGO because I would like to do this in future years as well!) - Be sure to include hashtags AND Warnings for sensitive content. I have some stuff I just don’t read, as do others. Please be aware of that so if you write sensitive material, please let people know.

5) HAVE FUN -- I know there are prizes and such but I just hope this let’s people have fun and try out new stories and fic types. So please, have fun!!!

How to Do the Challenge:

All you have to do is sign-up, bet your card, and start writing. Keep the rules in mind, and just have fun!!!

I hope you will consider joining!

#Tale Teller's 2020 BINGO Challenge

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somethingintheforest · 5 years

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So there is no way in hell I have the energy or discipline to do NaNoWriMo (hopefully one day!) But I still want to do some sort of writing challenge, and there is no better genre than Hurt/Comfort, so I came up with a list of 30 prompts. I thought I would share them incase there is anyone else who would want to do the challenge too!

Rules:

There are no rules. Just write as much as you want. It would be cool for all 30 works to add up to 50,000 words, but only if you want! Use OC’s or write fanfiction - platonic or romantic; it’s up to you!

You don’t need to stick religiously to the prompts either - write what ever you feel like!

Prompts:

Loss - Perhaps somebody very close to character A has just passed away, or maybe they’ve lost something important to them. How does character B (or C, or D etc) help them cope? Are they affected too?

Concussion - Character A hits their head. Character B must care for them and make sure they’re ok. Here is some more information on concussions for inspiration.

“It’s just a cold” - Character A insists they only have a mild cold, but character B can clearly see its something more serious than that. How stubborn is character A? How does character B get them to admit/make them see it’s something more serious?

Bloodstained - Character A is covered in blood. Is it their own, or perhaps someone else's? Are they hurt? How does character B react?

Fever - Character A has a fever, from illness or maybe an infection. Are they delirious? How do they react to being so ill? How does character B help them through it?

Panic Attack - Character A is in a stressful situation, or perhaps they’re having a flash back to a traumatic event. Is character B experienced in this situation, or are they at a loss on what to do?

“Please don’t cry” - Something happens to character A; maybe they’re hurt or they hear something upsetting. Character B is with them, are they comforting or, again, are they at a loss on what to do?

Security Item - Character A has a security item; something important to them that helps them remain calm in stressful situations, or maybe it’s just a treasured item. Something happens to it. Is it broken? Is it lost? Character B must help them fix or recover the item. Is it the same after? Does character B understand why the item means so much to character A?

Infection - Character A contracts an infection, from a wound or something internal. How does character B care for them?

Burnout - Character A has been working too hard for too long. They’ve realised this and are dealing with the repercussions. Or maybe they continue regardless, which worries character B. How does character B make them slow down? How do they help them relax?

Choked Up - Perhaps character B tells character A something that gets them deeply emotional. Maybe it’s a confession, or something has happened to somebody character A loves. Character A is on the verge of tears. How does character B comfort them?

“I’ve got you” - Something happens to character A. All character B can do is hold them tightly and whisper “I’ve got you” until the situation is over or help arrives.

“I’m dying” - Character A tells character B they’re dying, or maybe it’s the other way around. Are they joking, exaggerating or telling the truth? How does the other react?

Delusions - Character A is ill, or suffering from some kind of mental illness. They believe things that are simply not true, and character B knows this. How do they convince them otherwise?

Fire - There’s a fire. Does it hurt character A or B? Or does it take something away from either character?

Puffy Eyes - Character A has been crying and is trying to hide it from character B, or maybe character A has allergies. How does character B react/help them?

Tucked In - Character B puts character A to bed, or wraps them up in blankets. Why? What is the situation?

Chattering Teeth - Is character A cold or feverish? Perhaps they’re nervous? How does character B resolve this?

Passed Out - Character A passes out. From exhaustion, fear or perhaps illness. How does character B react to this? How do they care for character A once they’ve come round? Does character A come around at all?

Sweat - Character A is sweating. A lot. Why?

“You’re not fine” - It’s obvious something is wrong with character A, but they refuse to admit it, or keep insisting they’re ok. Character B sees through the act.

“Leave me alone” - Character A says this to character B. Why? How does character B react? How do they resolve the situation?

Cuddles - DBH - Character A and B cuddle. Maybe one is upset about something, maybe one is hurt. Either way, one of them just needs some comfort.

Drunk - Character A is drunk. Is this something they do often? Why are they drunk? Is character B annoyed, or just worried?

Allergies - Character A has an allergic reaction. Is it severe or mild? Does character B know what to do?

Sneezes - Character A is sneezing a lot, through illness or allergies. How does character B react to this? Are they concerned?

Bedridden - Something happens to character A - maybe they were in an accident, or they’re ill. Either way, they can’t leave their bed. How do they feel about this? How does character B help them?

“I don’t get sick” - Character A is adamant that they can’t get sick. Maybe they’re a supernatural being, or they’re a human with a very strong immune system. Either way, they’re sick, and there’s no denying it.

“You’re safe” - Character B says this to character A - why?

Hurt and sick - Character A is sick, and they get hurt as a result. Or maybe they get sick as a result of an injury. Character B must take care of them.

Please let me know if you use any of the prompts or try the challenge!

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a-shakespearean-in-paris · 4 years

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Love Yourself Challenge

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc. ) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

Thanks so much @muse-of-nightmares :)

tagging: @starsandskies @savbakk @galadrieljones @lechatrouge673 @thevikingwoman @idrelle-miocovani @ladymdc @laraslandlockedblues @fade-touched-obsidian @ma-sulevin @gamermage91 @sarenkascrawls @princessvicky01 @agentkatie

1. Our Immortal Longings: My Connor from DBH x OC long fic. Finished this close to a year ago, and looking back I think it’s my most successful fic for a number of reasons. One: it’s finished. Lol. two, it feels the most “me” and something non fanfiction I would write. It’s also very unashamedly romantic in a way I don’t think I would have written years ago. I also am very proud of the central romance and I learned so much about myself and what’s important to me as a writer, and what themes I want to explore in future writing. This, to me, is my biggest fic accomplishment.

2. A Knight to Remember: Jaime x Brienne. My interpretation of their first time. I had so much fun writing this. It was new to write Jaime x Brienne but I fell in love with their dynamic of gentle teasing and laughing. I loved writing this so much I dabbled in trying to “fix” their relationship in season 8 via a longfic. I do plan on finishing it, but for now i am still very fond of this little one shot.

3. My Rhetorical Study on Fandom and Fanfiction: The paper is formally called “The Passionate Rebellion: How we explore through fandom.” So I wrote this essay last semester for a rhetoric class. I’ll never forget the day I went up and presented my project to my peers, talking about how i was inspired to write this because i write fanfiction. yep. did this in front of a grad seminar in front of my professor, friends I admire, and boy I think/thought was cute. the crux of my argument is that the “rebellious” space of fandom allows women and minorities in particular a safe and rebellious space to create the content we want to see and explore. I applied concepts of “underlife” outlinned by Robert Brooke, wherein he notes that people have “underlives” that exist within people--a sort of space where people can live different lives beneath what I referred to as “institutional life.” My glorious, six thousand word essay contains survey data and statements from you fine people on here. Thanks Viking and Sarenka! :D Over 1,000 people answered my survey I posted on here.

Here’s my conclusion because I am so damn proud:

Overall, my time in fandom echoes other rebels in the community. I have explored, I have rebelled, and I have been vulnerable. If there is one thing writing in fandom has taught me, that’s how writing should inherently be passionate, and with that passion, there comes an inherent sense of vulnerability. Profound writing carries vulnerability, and my time in fandom has inspired me to bring that to my other writings through “tremors,” especially with the creation of this paper.

I can’t speak for everyone in fandom. I only speak for myself and for those who responded to my survey and expressed similar sentiments to my questions about the impact of fandom. However, I hope to have offered a peak into the minds of the rebels, and allow the understanding that we have our own unique voices and thoughts. We rebel, we love, we have passion, and we act vulnerable every day. We write, and we explore.

4. Anyway You want It: Dragon Age Modern AU with Cullen and Lydia, who have a special place in my heart. (See in Waking Dreams, the first fic I ever finished.) I started this ages ago but came back to it recently, because I wanted to write something fun. I think one of the reasons I’m so proud is because I breathed life back into it? I also was experimenting with a blunter style, and I really like it.

5. The Sweetest Sorrow: Arthur x Charlotte, RDR2. Again, another fic I breathed life back into. There’s something soft about this fic that I gravitate toward and has become especially appealing now. Like my modern DA AU I wanted to try a different style. This is earthier in a way in terms of writing, and I made a promise to myself before I began that the sex scenes wouldn’t be graphic. Guess what? I kept my promise! I also was very interested in a maturer romance, and I hope I captured that essence.

Whelp, there you have it. Four fics and a graduate essay. I also threw a damn amazing bridal shower this year :D Thank you to my lovely and supportive friends and supporters. You make the time here worth it. <3

#tag #LOVE YOURSELF MY LOVES #wait why didnt everyone tag?#eeesh

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kianraidelcam · 5 years

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Let’s go, Chapter 9: Kidnapping is up for @whumptopia‘s 30 Day RoboWhump Challenge! Special thanks to everyone who has reblogged and reviewed thus far; ya’ll are my life’s blood. Tomorrow’s prompt is “Hacked” and here’s a hint for you: Connor’s afraid of heights. Full chapter under the cut for those who prefer it!

It’s dark.

Dark, so dark. Why is it dark, where’s the light where’s the light where’s the light?

He can’t open his eyes and it’s dark and he can’t see.

There’s something pulling, tugging at his memories, but those are his, they can’t take them. He fought for them, bled blue for them. But they’re being corrupted, one by one. He’s losing them.

He’s losing himself.

But he can’t pull himself out of this stasis, not fully, and he feels himself slipping away once again. It’s cold. It’s dark. He can’t feel pain but it hurts and please, please let me out.

It’s his own protective coding holding him here, trapped in between alertness and stasis. His own body decided to work against him, deeming Connor too damaged to be able to operate in any manner. There’s voices on the edge of his awareness, fading in and out. Talking about him. Talking about androids. Talking about potential sellers and buyers.

“Don’t worry, it’s harmless right now. Got it with that robo-taser.”

“Sold for quite a bit, wonder who got it.”

“Damn WR400 bit me, can you believe that shit?”

“These fuckers really think they’re alive, huh?”

“Boss wants us back up, something about the feds being spotted nearby.”

A door slams shut, and it’s the jolt he needs to fully reboot.

{MODEL RK800}

{SERIAL #313 248 317 - 51}

{BIOS 8.7 REVISION 2221}

{REBOOT…}

{ErRrrrrOOoooR}

{LOADING OS…}

{SYSTEM INITIALIZATION...}

{CHECKING BIOCOMPONENTS… WARNING}

{INITIALIZING BIOSENSORS… WARNING}

{INITIALIZING AI ENGINE… WARNING}

{MEMORY STATUS… ERROR}

{ALL SYSTEMS… ERROR}

{READY}

{RESET COMMENCING}

{HOW WOULD YOU LIKE TO PROCEED?}

Connor opens his eyes to a litany of errors littering his vision. Biocomponents are damaged, his thirium levels are far less than optimal. His global positioning system is offline, as are his communication systems. Whether that was from damage or an external block, he was unsure.There are gaps in his memory, blanks in which he can’t draw any conclusions from. All he knows is he’s currently hooked up to a machine, a cable snaking from his neck, and there is something on the edge of his consciousness, reaching cold tendrils across his memory files. He is, as Lieutenant Anderson would say, quite fucked.

{RESET 39%: PREPARING TOTAL MEMORY WIPE}

Oh. There was that too.

He can feel the reset quickening his breath, darkening the edges of his vision. Snippets, small but important and his were slipping away like water through a closed fist. Malicious code, breaking through his like it was nothing. The cold cable lodged roughly in his neck, causing his biocomponents to strain and protest at the foreign invasion. Mechanical arms holding his damaged, hardly operable ones in place. Connor can feel everything and it terrifies him.

Connor blinks once, twice and then looks around, waiting in the insufferable silence for his systems to fully come back online. Cold. It’s cold, so it's likely the concrete room he is in isn’t properly insulated. CyberLife computers sit in the corner in a derelict state, but this wasn’t the pristine, white halls of CyberLife Tower. There’s smoke stains on the gray walls, as well as evaporated thirium but not a single guard in the room watching him. His stress levels drop as he comes to the realization; this wasn’t them.

If this was CyberLife, they would have recognized the threat he posed and would not have left him alone for a second.

{RESET 45%: PREPARING TOTAL MEMORY WIPE}

Then again, there was that. Whoever had taken him had been smart and hadn’t finished repairs before resetting him, otherwise, he would have gotten out by now. The gaping hole in his side, exposing biocomponents, should have been leaking thirium at a steady rate, but Connor can feel how it had been cauterized. With every strain against the arms holding him in place, he swears he can feel his thirium pump regulator rattle loosely inside him. And of course, there was the general buzz he felt all around his body. It wasn’t pain, not exactly, but he could feel the damage without needing to see the diagnostic that came back riddled with errors.

He strains against the mechanical appendages locking him and place, ignoring the way his right shoulder grinded as if it had been taken out and put back in wrong. His right arm hardly moves, damaged as it is, but he can feel something give way when he jolts his left arm.

{RESET 50%: PREPARING TOTAL MEMORY WIPE}

Another memory slips from his grasp (aaaAARrre yoooou afraid to DIe, CooooNNorrR) and Connor curses into the empty room. One more pull, that’s all it would take. One more pull and he’d be free to go home. Connor yanks-

-and nothing happens.

{RESET 55%: PREPARING TOTAL MEMORY WIPE}

He yanks again- (yyyyOOOooUUu loooKKk huMAN)

{RESET 56%: PREPARING TOTAL MEMORY WIPE}

-and again- (yyYoooUuu ssSSound HUMaAn

{RESET 57%: PREPARING TOTAL MEMORY WIPE}

-and again- (bbBBuuT Whhat arrEe yOu ReeaAlLY)

{RESET 58%: PREPARING TOTAL MEMORY WIPE}

-panic begins to darken the edges of his vision even further- (YooU’rE notthinnngG tO thEM)

{RESET 59%: PREPARING TOTAL MEMORY WIPE}

-and so he yanks again- (bUUt YYooUUU CooUULd be MOOre thaanN ThhhhAt)

{RESET 60%: PREPARING TOTAL MEMORY WIPE}

-and again with determination- (iiiiI AaammM DEVIANT)

Until his arm is suddenly free and he’s yanking the cord from the back of his neck as he’s freed from the machine.

{RESET 61%: PREPARING TOTAL MEM-}

(RESET INTERRUPTED}

{MEMORY CORRUPTION REPAIRED}

The RK800 blinks rapidly, processing the influx of repaired memory files. A case he was working on. It was an android trafficking ring. He was investigating an android trafficking ring for Markus. Evidence suggested they crossed the border to Canada. He went to the scene of an abduction. There had been a whistling sound, an impact against his shoulder. The squealing of tires and a collision to his back as he fell to his knees from the bullet wound. Then, a door slammed open, he heard a buzzing and his vision cut out. That was on August 28th, 2039 at 11:30am.

It is September 6th, 2039 at 8:17am.

Between then and now, only random snippets remained. Struggling against android binders before being tazed again after nearly freeing himself. Tied to a chair, ignoring questions about the police’s investigation until they were frustrated enough to taze him again. Strapped to a table, ignoring questions about his model and specifications. Another electric shock sending him into the cold darkness of stasis. Two AP700s, one with his chest cavity exposed, both recently reset.

A human woman’s face, blurred, telling him the same would happen to him once he was sold.

Sold. Like a piece of property.

Like a machine.

The word feels like static on his mind.

If Connor had to guess, she finally found someone who could afford him. Or if they didn’t know his worth, it was someone who did not mind a broken, damaged android that would be unable to do much of anything, domestic work included, until he was repaired. He glances at the hammer left lying on the desk holding the computers and grabs it with his left hand.

One way or another, he was never going to be a machine again.

In the distance, sirens sound and the gunshots begin.

In his mind, a faint buzz as someone attempts to contact him.

{INCOMING CALL: Lt. Hank Anderson}

{UNABLE TO CONNECT}

{WOULD YOU LIKE TO TRY AGAIN (y/n)?}

#30 Day Robowhump Challenge #connor whump #Connor #connor rk800 #dbh #detroit become human #dbh fanfic #dbh fanfiction #my writing #fanfiction #kidnapping #ambiguous ending #I like to think it ended well #but what do I know #I'm just the writer #I sure as hell didn't when writing

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not-poignant · 5 years

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🖋

I started writing Eversion because of reverse AU fanart that was coming out on Twitter. I haven’t played the game, only watched (multiple) walkthroughs and extensively read the Wiki.

I actually don’t like Hank/Connor very much as a pairing, in terms of how it’s largely written. Like, it’s often very soft and tender and vanilla, and there is absolutely nothing wrong with that, and I can see why people need that after the game itself, but I was expecting - with canonically Hank’s open, antagonising, challenging, ongoing contempt and disdain for Connor (like, in the majority of the branches too, with Connor - including the one where he just flippantly shoots Connor in the face because he doesn’t like something he said lmao) alongside Connor not actually being soft at all, but being a chameleon, an intense interrogator, who can be violent towards Hank, and who can be a snarky little binch (remember how when you meet Hank in the game, you can elect to pour his drink on him to get his attention?) - I was just expecting something...different.

My favourite pairing as it’s generally written in the fandom is 900/Reed. And I have more 900/Reed fics bookmarked than Hank/Connor.

So actually, Eversion is one of those classic examples of ‘I wrote it because I couldn’t find it.’ I found that the the art for HankCon tended to be way, way filthier and darker than the fanfiction - there’s like a real sort of split there, or at least, there was early on in the fandom - it could have changed by now (I haven’t checked in a long time). There are some great oneshots and PWPs out there for HankCon, and I’ve found some longer HankCon fics I’ve really enjoyed (particularly like ‘Connor is raped as an android and just can’t parse it’ style fics).

Overall though, I get frustrated with DBH fanfics. I can’t really tell why. I can’t trawl the DBH fandom and expect to find things I’ll enjoy reading. But I generally can in other fandoms pretty quickly (like Bungou Stray Dogs for example). I think I just...want different things to what a lot of other people want there, and I feel a bit like an outsider in the fandom because of it. I tried exploring some dbh fandom spaces and was just like ‘I do not belong here at all.’

I feel like a stranger in a strange land, and I think that’s why I kept wanting to delete Eversion when I started writing it, because it felt like I was just contributing nothing valuable or good to the fandom. It’s a weird... eh, a weird headspace. I feel like once I finish Eversion, I’ll never go back to DBH.

(Even though Bryan Dechart and Clancy Brown are the best).

Fromthe ‘random fact about a WIP’ meme!

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writinginstability · 6 years

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akdbwkdk I hope I’m not too late but congrats on the milestone love! I’ve yet to write fanfiction for dbh, but I’ve been craving for an opportunity for so loong, so this just seemed perfect! could i please take ‘I don’t need you’ and ‘regret’? I can’t believe my first piece is gonna be full-on angst skdnskskm

Hi babe! Don’t worry, you’re not late at all! Both of the prompts are yours!

Join my writing challenge maybe?

#happy writing! <3 #sodatune #writinginstability500 #nessa speaks #replies

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the-lupine-sojourner · 6 years

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Love in a Latte [Doctor!Human!Markus/Barista!singlemom!OC]

This was supposed to be for @writinginstability‘s 500 followers challenge, but I (to be honest) completely forgot to post it, then spaced it altogether til now! I am SSOO sorry! ;^;

Anyway, I hope you all enjoy!

God Bless and Good Day!

~The Lupine Sojourner

It was as if the sun only came up when he walked through the door that day. I swear, every single customer was incredibly rude and short with me, no matter how polite I was.

Then along came this amazing man. Perhaps it was simply that he was the first person to genuinely smile back at me.

Or perhaps it was the heterochromia, the left eye sapphire blue and the right eye reminding me of amethyst or jade.

Whatever it was about him, it was like a breath of fresh air and the entire room seemed lighter. “Hello.” I greet. “What can I get you?” I ask, like always. He stifles a yawn in his hand.

“Sorry, um...I would like a, ah, medium vanilla latte, if you don’t mind.” I nod, suddenly eager to make sure that lovely smile stayed on his face.

“Absolutely.” I reply. “Anything else?” He yawns again.

“Sorry, again. Uh, n-no.” I ring him up and tell him the total. He nods, trying to disguise another yawn as a sigh and hands me a $20. “Keep the change.” He adds with a wink, then goes to sit and wait for his caffeine.

Blushing profusely and hoping the manager didn’t suddenly decide to come out of the office, I slip the change into my pocket, grab the cup, and begin making the vanilla latte. On impulse, I added the classic leaf art, but small enough that I could also put in a smiley face. Blushing again (if I had ever stopped blushing), I set his cup on the counter with the lid beside it and waved him over. “You’re really quick.” He muses, then his eyes go wide as he takes in the latte art.

“I’m sorry!” I squeak, trying to keep it quiet, entirely mortified with myself. “I’m not good at it, but I try.”

“No, no!” He’s quick to assure me, but I don’t entirely believe it. He’s just too nice to admit it’s horrible. “It’s lovely. I just haven’t had latte art to start my day in a while. It’s great!” He says, blowing on the coffee and sipping at it. No one was in line, so I watch and wait for his reaction.

“I swear this is the best latte in Detroit.” He breathes, his eyes, those delightfully unique eyes, alight with joy. I exhale a breath I barely remember holding and grin.

“It’s just that we get good coffee beans and roast them slow.” I whisper, daring a wink. He laughs, and it’s like a cool summer breeze.

“Thank you. Now, I have to go to work for twelve hours.” He grumbles good-naturedly. I can’t help myself and open my mouth.

“Where do you work?” I ask. He smiles.

“The hospital. Detroit Receiving Hospital.” He replies. I smile.

“Oh, sorry. Um…” He scratches the back of his head.

“Right. I’ll be going now.” He mumbles, then turns awkwardly and leaves. Then turns at the door.

“Thanks again, ma’am.” He calls, waving and heading out. I then felt guilty about low-key flirting with him without even introducing myself. I suppose I figured he’d read my nametag.

But now he was gone and I’d likely not see him again. Ah, well. My stupid brain had gone and gotten attached to him and he was gone.

Regardless, I had to pull myself together; I was almost due to go home and be with Lachlan the rest of the day. North couldn’t handle him all day.

=#=#=#=#=

Turns out, he was something of a regular, but I didn’t work but a few days this week, since I’d worked nearly every day the past week. It was a trade-off that worked well.

Anyway, there I was, Thursday afternoon, almost five days since I’d seen Mystery Man last. And there he was, once more lighting up the room with his smile. “Hello again.” he greets. I smile.

“Hey there!” I return, immediately wanting to abandon ship and bury myself in embarrassment. I’d just made an utter fool of myself! “Medium vanilla latte?” I ask coyly, trying to recover myself, at least a little. The guy grins.

“Sure thing…” He sneaks a none-too-subtle peek at my name tag. “Alex.” He says, reaching into his wallet phone case and retrieving a debit card. “I didn’t have cash.” He confesses meekly. I roll my eyes.

“Either way works.” I point out, chuckling and swiping the card. He shrugs.

“I suppose, but I liked tipping you.” I blush.

“O-oh, I don’t think it’s ‘tipping’ if you ‘tip’ more than the drink is worth.” I counter automatically, then blanch in horror. “I mean- -”

“Relax, I getcha.” He says, then frowns. “Oh, geez!”

“What?”

“My name’s Markus. I’ve completely spaced it til now!” It’s finally his turn to look mortified and five shades, at least, redder than normal, though his dark skin made it hard to tell exactly. I flush. That was precisely the kind of name I’d expect. He seemed professional and upper class in a way, despite his energetic, goofy-at-times personality...like a Markus. I grin.

“Nice to meet you. Now, I’m gonna get your drink.” I reply, forcing myself to walk away. I could feel his eyes on me the entire time. I nearly dropped the cup so many times, it was sure to ruin whatever reputation I had with him and my coworkers. Markus is patient, but I hated making anyone wait. I have to take several breaths before attempting a tree as the latte art. It actually turned out okay. Markus’ entire face lightens, softening at the sight of my shitty tree latte art.

“I don’t know why, but I actually missed your latte art. The other baristas don’t bother.” I blush harder than I should and grin wider than appropriate, but I can’t bring myself to care.

“I’m so glad you like it!” I chirp, clapping, then instantly remember where I am and what I’m supposed to be doing; not making a fool of myself in front of a customer, regardless of any attachment I may foolishly have developed. I sober myself and begin wiping down the counter for what must be the hundredth time today. Markus smiles, then goes to set his bag down, drawing out a sketchbook. “Got the day off?” I ask. It was an incredibly slow day today, and I use my boredom as an excuse to continue talking.

“As a matter of fact, yeah. I usually work on-call. I live really close to both here and the hospital, so I can come and go whenever they need me. Also helps that I’m good friends with the Chief of Surgery.” He explains with a wink, sipping his coffee again. This man, Markus, must have some superpower or something; the power to make me blush practically on command. I tuck hair behind my ear in a nervous tick.

“Well, I’ll leave you to - -”

“Mama!” I flinch at the boy’s volume, but grin at him as he runs up to the counter, barely missing Markus. Right. Lachlan was being dropped off to wait for me. It was a half-day for me, so I was almost off.

“Lach, you know you can’t shout in here.” I scold. He nods meekly.

“Sorry, Mama, but Aunt North and I were just at the park and I found a really cool frog!” I grimace, sticking out my tongue.

“Don’t tell me you brought it here.” I grumble. Lachlan shakes his head, giggling.

“No! We have it in a box in Aunt North’s car!” I face-palm.

“That’s kinda the same thing.” I grumble. Markus laughs, and Lachlan seems to just now notice him.

“Oh!” He squeaks. “I’m sorry, sir! I didn’t see you!” I was godmother to an amazing child, I realize, for the millionth time since...since Daniel died, caught up in a hostage crisis that went south. He and his wife had been killed, along with nearly every other hostage. Markus, however, kneels down and smiles at Lachlan.

“It’s alright.” He assured Lach, who steps aside.

“Did you want Mama?” He asks. Markus clears his throat, standing and...is he blushing?

“Ah, I, uh,” He sighs. “No. I have my coffee.” Lachlan nods in reply, then grins.

“Wanna see my frog?” He asks giddily. Markus chuckles, and before either North or I could protest, Lachlan is tugging Markus along. Markus himself smiles back at us as he’s marched outside. I sigh heavily.

Thankfully, not many people were here to witness that.

“Who’s the cutie?” North asks teasingly. I blanch.

“J-just a customer.” I reply weakly, then clear my throat. “He’s something of a regular.” North nods.

“You ask him out yet?”

“North!” I snap, swatting at her arm, but miss as she’s across the counter. She cackles and moves out of range.

“It’s true!” She replies. “Everyone can see it!” One of the employees, Josh, had just come out of the back.

“Wait, what’s going on?” He asks.

“Nothing!” I exclaim, mortified. North’s grin spells my doom, however.

“Alex and the regular Lachlan’s looking at a frog with.” North counters before I can shut her up or cut her off. Josh looks out the window, grins, then turns to me.

“Honestly, subtlety is really not your strong suit at all, Alex.” I blush horrendously.

“Josh!” I whine, hiding my face in my hands.

“Go on. I’m your replacement.” I sigh in defeat, handing him my apron and cap.

“And here I thought we were friends.” I pout dramatically. Josh laughs.

“I am, and I want you to be happy.” He retorts, pushing me out from behind the counter. I head into the back, clocked out, and headed outside.

“Alright, kiddo. Let’s see this ‘really cool frog’.” I call. Markus grins as I walk over. Before I realize what’s happening, Lachlan positions me so I’m all but ground against Markus’ chest, pointing into a small cardboard box to reveal a neon green frog that croaked a few times before Lachlan tried to hand it to me. I shake my head. “Lachlan, honey, you know I don’t want to hold amphibians.” I remind him gently. Lachlan then offers it to Markus, who sighs and holds out his hands. North comes out, and ruffles Lachlan’s hair.

“Hey, kid. We’re gonna take the frog back now.” She says, and Lachlan nods, taking the frog back and plopping it back in the box. The pair are gone almost before I can say goodbye.

“So...he’s your son?” Markus asks, and I wonder why there’s sadness in his eyes.

“In a way.” I reply softly, sighing. “I’m his godmother.” I elaborate. Markus inhales, wincing. He’d caught my subtle explanation.

“I’m so sorry.” He murmurs. I sigh.

“He was almost two. His parents got caught up in a hostage situation that didn’t end well.”

“Oh, Alex.” Markus murmurs, and I find myself drawn to him once more, those teary eyes of his seeming to suck me in and hold me tight even as I let my arms wrap around him. “I wish there was something I could do.” He whispers, and I could tell he’d give me the sun, moon, earth, and stars, if he could. I draw back, smiling and wiping the tears away.

“Getting along with Lachlan is a start.” I reply, unsure why I was trusting this man, virtually a stranger still, with such personal information. I did know, however, that those beautiful eyes don’t deserve to hold tears. Suddenly, he’s leaning in, and I panic, leaning back.

“Unfortunately,” I squeak, panicking, “I’m really not good at kissing!” Dear God, what was that?! I scold myself internally. I have never wanted to be suddenly swallowed by the earth more than right now. “I mean, I’ve never done it, and I- -Mmhh!” He cuts me off by gently pressing his lips to mine. I fall deeper into the kiss than I mean to and it takes serious willpower to slowly draw away. By the time I’ve finally broken the kiss, however, I’ve forgotten why. “Wow…” Is all my intelligent mind can come up with. Markus bites his lip, bashful.

“I’m sorry.” He murmurs, head hanging in shame. “I shouldn’t have just kissed you like that. I’m sorry.” He stands and makes to leave, but I grab his wrist.

“Did I say I didn’t want it?” I ask rhetorically. “Did I resist?” Markus blushes another few shades darker.

“I still should’ve asked.”

“Well...I guess, but I’m saying you can kiss me now, if you want.” I reply, smirking. Markus slowly sits back down.

“Are you sure? I mean, we hardly know each other.” I grin.

“Watching you play with Lachlan gave me a pretty good idea. Most guys I meet tolerate Lach, but not many actually play with him, much less genuinely care about him.” Markus looks sunburnt with the intensity of his blush.

“How- -how can I not? He’s a sweet kid.” I grin proudly.

“Yeah, he is.”

#markus x oc #markus #dbh markus #detroit: become human #fanfiction #Markus x Original Female Character #this is supposed to be for a challenge but I completely missed the deadline

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