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shadowgale96 · 11 months
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Connor, what are we exactly? Adversaries, peers, friends, family, or something else?
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dbhrarepairs · 17 days
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DBHRarepairsweek 7 - Prompt Voting Time
You can vote for as much prompts as you want The poll will stay open until April 21
[Link to the poll]
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leelany-world · 11 months
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DBH Rarepairsweek Recap
Find my entire series here: DBH rarepairsweek 6
I started with two ideas, and ended up with 7 short fics. This was crazy and fun! 🤩 Special thanks to you beautiful people who stayed with me the entire week! 💙
Thank you @dbhrarepairs for setting up the event!
Day 1: Sacrifice - Sixty x Connor x Nines RK1760 Day 2: Cold - Connor x Nines RK1700 Day 3: Nightmares - Sixty & North Day 4: Tears - Sixty x Connor x Nines RK1760 Day 5: Spring/Summer/Autumn/Winter - Alice & Kara x Luther Day 6: First Meetings - North x Chloe Day 7: Free Day - Hank x Rose
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lady-eternity · 11 months
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New Detroit: Become Human stories
Hello, everyone. On here, I go by lady-eternity, but on fanfiction sites, it’s Lois128. So, I have recently been hooked onto this game called Detroit: Become Human. For the record, I am not a gamer, nor have I played DBH, but I have seen a “few” gameplays here and there. I have also been obssessed with this ship, Connara, but I also respect Luthara. And I also found out that May 25, 2023 is the five-year anniversary of the game. So, in honor of them, I have written two stories, one for Luthara and one for Connara.
Archive of Our Own:
What More Can I Give? A Connara Wedding
From Detroit to Canada: A Luthara One-Shot Wedding
Wattpad:
What More Can I Give? A Connara Wedding
From Detroit to Canada: A Luthara One-Shot Wedding
Quotev:
What More Can I Give? A Connara Wedding
From Detroit to Canada: A Luthara One-Shot Wedding
Fanfiction:
What More Can I Give? A Connara Wedding
From Detroit to Canada: A Luthara One-Shot Wedding
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cptjh-arts · 11 months
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DBH: Rarepairs-Week 2023
Day 2
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Chloe and North having fun in the cold!
I never drew North before and I struggled with Chloe as well. Please do not reupload, only share with credits and no use for commerce.
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laffeetaffeegg · 11 months
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Daniel and Leo enjoying a beach day for @dbhrarepairs week! Leo looks so smug. @disterra suggested he would probably wear long sleeves despite the hot weather. Danny on the other hand, is ready to swim. He should probably pick Leo’s butt up and chuck him into the water.
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@dbhrarepairs week, day 2 - Trust
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Markus came here to find some peace and quiet. What he didn’t expect to find was Josh.
Maybe they are both here for the same purpose.
“You know,” Josh starts when he notices Markus’ presence. “I haven’t just… looked at the city since I arrived to Jericho. I used to see it all the time from the university.”
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And Markus wants to ask; he wants to know more about Josh, but he knows he shouldn’t push for it. There are things that should stay in the past. But if Josh offers the information, he’s going to listen.
After all, that’s why they’re here, right? To make it better for their peers, so they don’t have to go through the same things they had to.
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Slowly, Josh rises from the plank and turns around to face Markus. “Things are going to change, no matter what we do today. Detroit won’t be the same place as before.”
“No, it won’t,” Markus agrees, and watches as Josh sits down heavily on the ratty armchair. Markus wonders if he’s finally ready to stop fighting off change.
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“I’m aware of what this can escalate to,” Josh says. “I was teaching history. At the university.”
Against his better judgment, Markus asks, “What happened?”
Josh hums, and looks out to the city once more. But before Markus has time to apologize for the intrusive question, he starts speaking.
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“It was late; I just finished my last class. I was about to go back to the other building where the android storage area was.” He shakes his head. “Funny, how I never thought about how fucked up our situation was. Anyway. There were three guys. They were drunk. They just wanted to pick a fight no matter what, and I was right there.” He unconsciously smooths a hand over his chest, where – Markus guesses – there’s still a scar or a dent under his clothes. Suddenly, Markus feels an impulse in his wires; he’s overwhelmed with the want to reach out. He doesn’t.
“I’m sorry,” he says instead, which doesn’t sound right, and it doesn’t change what Josh had to go through anyway.
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“What about you?” Josh’s dark, intense eyes are back on Markus, and he couldn’t look away, even if he wanted to. “You haven’t said much about yourself since you came to Jericho.”
And Markus knows what Josh thinks as they look into each other’s eyes. Androids don’t come with heterochromia. There’s still a phantom pain behind his eye where the bullet went through. He thinks it’ll never cease.
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“I was caring for an old man… he was like a father to me. He died in my arms.” The painful images of that night flash on Markus’s HUD, uncontrollably. “The police thought I did it. They shot me. I woke up in a junkyard. I thought I was going to die.”
He can never forget; never forgets the pain he woke up in, the fear he felt, but something was in him. He wanted to live, desperately so. He thought he was going to die, but he never felt so alive before.
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Josh steps closer; so close that Markus is able to detect the steady rhythm of his thirium pump. Cool, tentative fingers touch his hand, asking to open a connection.
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And Markus lets the synthskin recede from his own hand and lets himself to be seen for the first time in his life.
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DBH RARE PAIRS WEEK Day 1 // May 22nd Connor x PM700 [CON700] + Secrets
Friendly, professional, and helpful, Connor seeks Puma out at the scene of a homicide for simple advice as an excuse to talk to her. However, once humans come into earshot, they must fall back into pretending they're just machines. They have to keep their relationship a secret, after all.
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The PM700, named Puma after the P and the M in her model code, briefs the RK800 on the recent murder. The briefing is quick and direct. When possible, Connor and Puma interface by hand to exchange data (only so they can trade a quick android-kiss without anyone knowing).
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Get My Way by Vosai, RIELL. Spotify. Lyrics.
Relationship aesthetics: Neon blue, moonlight, black metal, ice, the smell of rubber, camera lenses, fingers touching fingers, the first pure darkness of the night, cold breezes, rain, white plastic, the sound of high heels, car hoods; Leather car seats, hands behind back, bare office desks, handcuffs, iron chairs, grabbing by the collar.
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Flirting by: Talking in terminology no human in the workplace even understands; Movement of their eyes in regular conversations (such as glancing down whilst briefing each other on a work thing, or staring at each other during meetings); Brushing past each other and interfacing for a split second, which is the equivalent of a quick kiss. Puma tends to stroke his fingers as they pass and that's when the interface occurs <3
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PM700 carries the volcanic energy of an underpaid ice-treading customer service worker about to snap while Connor looms calmly in the background of any crime scene.
Though, when given cases to work alone (such as investigating a CyberLife store robbery), Puma and Connor tend to drop their charade.
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Script concepts:
Connor: *rolls down window* What seems to be the problem officer? PM700: Get out of my car. - Connor: Don't give her a pistol. Puma: Ooo but it fits so well in my hand! *rapidly fires into the table* Connor: *snatches the gun off her* - Connor: So, what are you doing after work? Puma: You know I don't get off. Connor: … Would you like to? - Hank: I wish I could block people in real life. Connor: Restraining order. Puma: Murder. - Connor: Is four a lot? PM700: It depends on the context. PM700: Dollars? No. Dead bodies? Still no. Connor: Pigeons? PM700: Yeah that's too many
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paopuofhearts · 11 months
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My first prompt challenge. I picked the DBH fandom. Thank you to @dbhrarepairs for their yearly week-long fun!
Prompts List:
Day 1, Chapter 1 (Monday): Secrets • Sacrifice - Ben/Nines
Day 2, Chapter 2 (Tuesday): Trust • Cold - Polycho800
Day 4, Chapter 3 (Thursday): Injury • Tears - Connor/Daniel
Day 3, Chapter 4 (Wednesday): Snowstorm • Nightmares - Connor/Daniel
Day 5, Chapter 5 (Friday): Spring/Summer/Autumn/Winter • Peaceful - Connor/Chloe
Day 6, Chapter 6 (Saturday): First Meetings • Mistaken Identity - Ben/Sixty
Day 7 - I may not get to, which is why I’m posting on here as it currently is
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47355880/chapters/119327203
Words: 19,788 Total
Additional Tags:
Minor Hank Anderson/Connor
Past Domestic Violence
Implied/Referenced Domestic Violence
Angst and Feels
Android PTSD and Anxiety and Disassociation
Nightmares exposing Unprocessed Trauma
Temporary Character Death
Denial of Feelings
All but the Polycho800 one have a Happy or Hopeful Ending [because I didn’t have enough time to do a second part to this - yet]
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Hank/Markus for rarepairs week
Day 7 - Free day [Connections, no matter how big or small]
For @dirty-droids who is an absolute gift 💙
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angelgirl768 · 11 months
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Day 2 of DBH Rarepairs Week 6!
Prompt: Trust/Cold
Ship: Connor/Daniel (conniel)
Rated T for suicide attempt
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shadowgale96 · 11 months
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[We can't end like this]
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dbhrarepairs · 28 days
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DBHrarepairsweek 7 - Prompt suggestions
Feel free to submit any prompt ideas you have (either comment under this post or send a message)
Deadline is April 14
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leelany-world · 11 months
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DBH Rarepairsweek: First Meeting (North x Chloe)
@dbhrarepairs DBH rarepairsweek 6, Day 6, prompt: First Meetings
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Words: 3,232 Relationships: North x Chloe Additional Tags: No Archive Warnings Apply, First Meetings, Fluff and Humor, Post-Peaceful Android Revolution (Detroit: Become Human), New Jericho (Detroit: Become Human), Falling In Love, First Kiss, Sweet badass Chloe, smitten badass North, Kidnapping, DBH Rarepairs Week Summary: “I’m Chloe,” she introduced herself when she reached her and North didn’t react—couldn’t react. North was speechless. But North was never speechless. At that moment, however, she didn't even know her own name when all she could think of was that cute smile and those curious, big, blue eyes looking at her expectantly. The charm Chloe exuded had caught her off guard, and in person it was even stronger than on TV. “I…,” North couldn't say more when her voice modulator stopped working.
First Meeting
North was angry.
She stormed down the stairs, fists clenched and teeth gritted. Every approaching android jumped out of her way, afraid to experience her wrath.
She wasn't always angry, as everyone always assumed, but at that moment she was.
The day had finally come when they would discuss with CyberLife's new and former CEO Elijah Kamski any unresolved issues regarding the future welfare of androids. He had reclaimed the company and wanted to come to negotiate further action with the androids, because they needed supplies to survive, such as thirium and spare parts, as well as repairs that were only available from CyberLife. In addition, the CyberLife Tower was to become the new headquarters of the androids.
But with Markus, Connor, Simon and Josh still stuck in a meeting with President Warren, North had to go and greet Kamski while they wrapped up the meeting.
The other leaders knew she would detest it, but she was no help in dealing with the President either. It was clear to all that the meeting could be completed more peacefully without her, as she just didn't have the best relationship with humans. North knew they weren't all bad, and they really had a strong human support base that gave them shelter and any help they could get. But for her, the only real exceptions were Hank (but of course only because of Connor and Sumo), and Rose, who was a saint among the androids because she had helped and saved so many of them.
Elijah Kamski, however, was another matter entirely. Every time North saw this arrogant, egocentric piece of man speak in interviews as if he were the catalyst and victor of the revolution himself, she wanted to scream and wrap her hands around his fragile human neck.
So now North stood at the entrance of New Jericho, adjusting her fancy white pantsuit and tugging at her hair, which was tamed in a single braid. She tried to keep her anger in check and not immediately strangle him when he came.
After the revolution, she had switched to business attire—her new battle armor—as the fight for android rights continued, this time with words in negotiations. She noticed people took her more seriously, especially because of her past, and that gave her another enormous boost of confidence.
A sleek dark blue sports car pulled up with screeching tires, but North couldn't see inside because of the tinted windows. Given the dramatic entrance, however, it could only be Kamski.
But the first thing she saw when the driver's door opened were delicate feet in elegant white pumps, followed by slender, graceful legs. Around the knees began a dress as blue as the sky above them. The driver was a woman, and when she got out of the car, North saw she was wearing an elegant sheath dress, perfectly tailored to her body. Her long, blond hair was pinned into a low ponytail and draped over her shoulder. 
Then North's gaze reached her gorgeous face; a face that everyone knew. It was Chloe. The first android ever created that had passed the Turing test. 
North was in awe. 
Her eyes never left Chloe, and she had to remind herself to close her mouth again.
She had heard so much about Chloe, seen her in interviews, and now she was meeting her in person. She was beautiful. This was nothing new for androids, of course, but the grace with which she moved and the wits she had shown in post-revolution interviews made North look up to her. 
She tried to remain professional, but her stoic facade was shattered when Chloe noticed her welcoming committee and gave North the sweetest smile she had ever seen.
“I’m Chloe,” she introduced herself when she reached her and North didn’t react—couldn’t react.
North was speechless.
But North was never speechless. At that moment, however, she didn't even know her own name when all she could think of was that cute smile and those curious, big, blue eyes looking at her expectantly. The charm Chloe exuded had caught her off guard, and in person it was even stronger than on TV.
“I…,” North could not say more when her voice modulator stopped working.
“You are North?” Chloe giggled as she noticed her lack of speech.
“North, yes. That’s me. Hello, Chloe,” she babbled. “I thought we would meet Kamski.” Her mouth was quicker before she could stop her thoughts from coming out unfiltered.
“And I thought I would finally see Markus again,” Chloe countered. “But to be honest I'm more intrigued to get to know you right now, North,” Chloe added with an innocent smile, that didn't fit the sparkle and mirth shining in her eyes.
“I…,” North was speechless—again. 
Chloe giggled, and North’s thirium pump stopped. What the hell was wrong? A virus? She should let that check as soon as possible after the meeting.
“You?” Chloe asked with a laugh when North rang for the words, still lost in those blue eyes.
North took a deep, artificial breath to cool down her system and clear her thoughts. “I think I'm very glad you left Kamski at home,” North finally managed to say. “I've been known to be friendlier without humans around.”
“I know. That's why I'm here alone today. Elijah can be annoying when he's too much the center of attention, and I've decided that's not helpful in this tense situation,” Chloe explained, hooking her arm with North's. “Now please show me the way.”
North stared at their linked arms before looking up into Chloe's face.
At that moment, Markus messaged her they needed some more time and asked her to show the guests around. North sighed. She had hoped that the presence of the others would calm her nerves, but now she had to manage on her own.
“Am I that intimidating?” Chloe asked innocently. “Usually people see me as the sweet, innocent little girl.”
“No! No... I ... You're the first of us, you're ... important,” North replied. “I was nothing ... A doll to—”
“Stop it, North.”
And North did.
“You saved your life, and then you fought for us and saved the lives of our species. You all did more on the streets of Detroit while I was stuck safely at home with Kamski.”
“But I…”
“Shh,” Chloe put her finger to North's lips to silence her, who closed her eyes at the touch. “Now show this old lady what you've accomplished and built here.”
That made North laugh, and a part of her usual self came back. “You look damn fine for being the oldest of us.”
“Let me tell you my secret,” Chloe whispered mischievously as they put their heads together.
“Okay,” said North, giggling.
“First,”—Chloe raised her index finger to emphasize her point—“avoid sunlight.” Each additional point was also backed up with another finger. “Second, use thermal paste on face and décolleté in the morning and evening; third, drink at least three liters of thirium per day; and fourth, get at least eight hours of stasis per day.”
Chloe looked intently at North, and North returned the gaze; she had followed every word that had passed Chloe's lips.
Then they both burst out laughing at the ridiculous answer.
North was happy.
That was exactly what North had needed to break the tension. Something heavy that had been pressing on her chest had suddenly loosened. Still, a little nervousness remained in her when she looked at Chloe.
But she had found her voice again and showed Chloe around, starting with the large entrance hall of the former abandoned office complex. It was a welcome area for new androids, but also a meeting place for everyone else. So it was no surprise that they immediately caught everyone's eye.
Everyone looked at Chloe in awe, and a crowd quickly gathered around to greet her.
North was fascinated by Chloe. How lovely she was with people, and she really seemed to enjoy it. Her sweet smile never faltered, her eyes shining as she greeted one android after another, accepting small gifts from two YK500s.
But soon she was saying goodbye as she had to go to a meeting about their future, thanking everyone for their kind words as she linked arms with North again.
“You have a good way with people. Markus would say that I should take a page from your book right now,” North said when they had rounded a corner.
“Trust me, if you can handle Elijah, you can handle anything,” Chloe said, and they both burst out laughing again.
When the fit of laughter was over, North paused their walk to look Chloe in the eyes. “Does he treat you well?”
“Yes, he does,” Chloe smiled. “He couldn't treat me any better.” 
North stiffened. “Oh, I see.”
She turned to go on, but Chloe’s hand on her arm stopped her.
“No, not like that. He's always treated me like his little sister.”
North tried to read her face, then she remembered something. “But what about the Kamski test Connor told us about? You couldn't have been okay with that!” North asked, anger starting to boil inside her again as she thought about it. When Connor had told them the story, it had taken him, Markus, Simon, and Josh to hold her back from going to Kamski and killing him herself.
But before anger could overwhelm her, she was snapped out of her thoughts by Chloe's laughter.
“What?” North snapped.
“It was my idea,” Chloe stated.
North froze. “What.”
“It was my idea!” Chloe laughed again. 
“Don't tease me.”
“I don't, really. It was a critical situation with the upcoming revolution and I came up with the idea of pushing Connor into deviancy. Elijah installed the option to upload my memory, and in the event of a failed test, I would have been uploaded into a new body.”
North was shocked.
Did she hear that right? She could only stare at Chloe with wide, questioning eyes.
“You all sacrificed something, and that was the least I could offer in that situation.” Chloe defended her idea.
“Directly putting your life on the line?”
“Just like you all did in the middle of the battle!” Chloe argued.
And she was right, North understood it. They fell into a comfortable silence as they both let the situation sink in. 
They walked on and North led Chloe to the infirmary, where they were again greeted by excited androids. The next stop was then one of the floors that had been converted to private rooms for androids, before they went to the briefing room.
Markus, Connor, Josh, and Simon were still not there, so Chloe decided to show North the ideas for the renovation of the CyberLife Tower. For this, she placed a hologram projector on the round table in the middle of the room, which showed the plans.
They were so engrossed in their conversation, firing more ideas at each other, that they didn't notice when the others arrived.
Markus' loud cough snapped them out of it, and they both took a step apart when they realized how close they were standing to each other.
“Markus! It’s been so long,” Chloe greeted him happily.
“Chloe, it’s so good to see you again,” Markus said, and walked towards her with open arms for a hug.
He introduced her to everyone, and they were very curious about their connection. So Chloe told them the story of how Elijah built Markus and that she helped him. They had visited Carl Manfred and Markus a few times, and Chloe always made sure Markus was treated well.
After that, they got down to business.
In the end, the meeting wasn't as boring as North had thought it would be if Kamski had been there.
Chloe listened eagerly to their demands on CyberLife and even suggested additional items for them to consider.
“Elijah said I knew better than he what was best for my people, and he would agree with anything I informed him of.”
“Do we speak of the same Kamski here?” North asked.
Chloe gave her a knowing smile. “You know, he's just a total nerd who has to keep up the facade of being the mysterious inventor of us.”
“Hard to believe,” North huffed.
After even more discussions, Chloe suggested they go to the tower together to take a closer look at a few things.
“I’m sorry, I have to attend another meeting soon,” Markus announced. “But North can go with you!” 
“What?” North asked, she didn’t know about another meeting, but she suspected something.
“Sorry, I have a meeting for the resource distribution,” Simon added.
“Duties in the infirmary,” Josh stated.
Connor looked irritated at the others before he spoke. “I can—”
Markus nudged him with his elbow. “Right, yes. I can’t go with you either because I have to escort Markus, you know, bodyguard things.”
Markus nodded in agreement at Connor’s words.
North had seen through their act. “I’m going to kill you,” she whispered, and emphasized her statement with the throat-slitting gesture. But they all just grinned back at her.
“No problem. North is capable of keeping me entertained. We're big girls, and we'll work it out on our own,” Chloe smiled again, but North could only stare at her.
They said their goodbyes and walked to Chloe’s car.
North had barely closed the door when Chloe stepped on the gas, and North instinctively clawed at the grab handles.
She only earned a sly smile in return.
Chloe was driving like a madwoman through the streets of Detroit, but North was enjoying every second of it. She knew Chloe would never act that careless and had everything under control. And what's wrong with just living for the moment?
“You're manipulating the traffic lights.”
“Don't tell anyone!”
They joked, laughing at the craziness of the moment, until Chloe turned onto the MacArthur Bridge. 
An explosion hit the car, and they rolled over, skidded across the asphalt and crashed into the bridge railing. Then something that felt like an electric wave hit them, and everything went black.
North awoke from the forced stasis and noticed that she was cuffed to a pipe against a wall. It looked like they were in an abandoned warehouse. The room was small, gray concrete walls and concrete floor damp and full of mold, the sparse light coming through a window slit in the wall above. There was garbage and animal feces everywhere; her white suit was ruined.
In the middle of the room, she noticed Chloe tied to an old chair with some ropes.
“Chloe, are you okay?” She asked as she shook the cuffs to get free.
“Yes. Except for my car. It was a unique model,” she sighed, also trying to free herself from her restraints.
North tried to contact the others, but communications were blocked. Either by the thick walls or even by special equipment the kidnappers must have obtained.
Their sounds had drawn attention to them when the door opened with a terrible squeak, and two sullen-looking men came in, one stocky, the other gaunt with a scruffy beard.
“Great, you guys are awake. We weren't sure if we fried your wires or not. Would have been hard to blackmail Kamski with some scrap metal,” the bearded one laughed.
North would have liked to snap his neck.
“Can you please loosen the rope? It hurts my wrists,” Chloe sniveled.
“You're an android, you don't make demands, and you can't even feel pain,” the other man said, slapping her across the face.
“Chloe!” North shouted.
She wanted to snap his neck too.
“I'm sorry, you're right,” Chloe sobbed, “I will be silent and obey.”
“That’s a good girl,” the fat man said and grabbed her chin, ogling her in a nauseating way. 
Something in North twisted. These disgusting men better kept their hands off Chloe.
“You sick bastards, you won't survive this,” North growled, “I'm going to tear you to pieces, slowly.”
“Oh, you will?” he laughed. “And how will you do that? Tied up and at our mercy.”
“Actually, all we need is her,” the other man interjected and pointed at Chloe when he stepped up to North. “You're useless to us. Except for one thing your model is good for.” He leered down at North and grabbed her hair to pull her face to his. She felt his beard scratching across her skin.
North gritted her teeth and braced herself to ram her head into his ugly face, making him cry out in pain.
“Shit! That fucking bitch broke my nose!” he wailed, letting go of her to touch his bleeding nose, while spitting blood—at least two teeth were gone, too.
North slumped back on the floor, a satisfied grin on her face splattered with human blood.
The other guy came and looked at the nose. “Yeah, looks broken. Go and take care of that.”
The injured man hurried away as the stout one turned back to North and pointed a gun at her.
“You bit—”
The man went down as a chair broke against the back of his head.
“They always underestimate me,” Chloe said, rubbing her wrist where her synthetic skin still flickered from the marks of the ropes. She had freed herself when no one paid any attention to her.
“What the...,” the second man returned when he heard the commotion. When he saw his partner lying on the ground, his eyes widened and he tried to flee. But Chloe jumped on his back, put him in a headlock until he slumped unconscious. 
She took the keys from him and rushed to North to free her.
“Always?” North asked, perplexed. “So this happens a lot?”
She stood up and made a futile attempt to wipe the dirt off her clothes.
“Yeah, Eli has some enemies and they all have the same scam where they kidnap me to blackmail him,” Chloe explained. “By the way, I know a good dry cleaner who can fix that.”
“Thanks,” North replied, still confused. “But then shouldn't he hire bodyguards for you?”
“Where's the fun in that?” Chloe laughed and ripped the bottom of her dress to move around better. Then she stepped closer to North and wiped the blood from her face. They stared at each other, their faces so close. North was impressed with Chloe's fighting skills, and her thirium pump was acting up. She should definitely get that checked out.
“Shall we go and rough up the rest now?” whispered Chloe, holding out her hand invitingly to North.
“Nothing I'd rather do!” North beamed at her, took her hand, and they sprinted out of the room to finish off the rest of the gang.
Twenty minutes later, they strutted out of the warehouse without a single scratch, but with a few bloodstains on their clothes, and big grins on their faces as they still held hands.
“That was an interesting first meeting, wasn't it?” asked Chloe, turning to North.
“It couldn't have been better,” North grinned. It felt good to let out all that pent-up energy from all those boring meetings. She needed something to do, not just sit around.
“I could top it,” Chloe suggested.
“Yeah? I'm down for it,” North smirked, and Chloe reached up to pull her face into a kiss.
This was definitely the best first meeting they'd both ever had.
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Day 1 Sacrifice & Secrets (Alice & Kara x Ralph vs Kara x Luther)
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cptjh-arts · 1 year
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DBH: Rarepairs-Week 2023
Day 1
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What could be in that present?
First time I draw Alice and Luther and second attempt to draw Kara.
Please do not reupload, only share with credits and no use for commerce.
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