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rjhpandapaws · 3 years

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When He Speaks

Chapter 2: Environmental Enrichment

It didn’t take him long to decide that while he was good at it, detective work was incredibly boring. When it came down to it it was always the same thing that happened; a human or an android was pushed to their breaking point and snapped. They had to figure out the how and why of it. While it could be tragic, homicide was boring. Detective Reed found it exhilarating, but he was only human, these sorts of things were complex to him. It took him days or weeks to unravel clues and evidence Nines had the answers to in hours at most. He brought this up to Connor, and thankfully he seemed to understand. He looked at Nines like this conversation was something he had been expecting for a while now. “Yeah. It get’s pretty boring after a while.” He had said, “Have you tried doing anything while you wait on Gavin’s conclusions?” “No.” He replied, “There’s nothing else that needs to be done. The cases can’t move forward until we discuss our results.” “I wasn’t talking about the case Nine-Hundred.” He clarified, “I was talking about you.” “I don’t understand.” He echoed, “What does this have to do with me? I haven’t done anything to further Gavin’s incompetence.”

Connor actually laughed at that, “He’s not incompetent Nines; he’s human. There is a difference.” He ignored Nines’s disbelieving expression and moved on, “We’re both advanced investigative models. We were meant to always be doing something and taking in information, not waiting. You’re bored because you don’t have any sensory input going on.” “So what am I supposed to do about that, run the tests again? The results won’t be any different.” He remarked. In a very human gesture that he probably picked up from Hank, Connor sighed. “No.” He said flatly, “Do something.” He gestured back toward his own desk, “I have fidget toys and slime that you’re welcome to borrow.” “So I’m supposed to play?” He asked. “No.” Connor sounded exasperated now, “You aren’t being ordered to do anything Nines. I’m trying to help you with environmental enrichment. So you can be rid of this restless feeling.” He still didn’t understand but nodded anyway. He could give this environmental enrichment thing a try. At the very least it couldn’t make things any worse. Connor smiled and that seemed to be the end of it.

As it turned out the ‘Do not eat!’ warning on the play slime Connor kept in his desk applied to androids too. Connor seemed annoyed as he helped to clean out his systems. Nines wasn’t sure if it came from a place of concern or because he was no down a container of slime. Either way, Nines decided slime was not the way he wanted to enrich his environment. It was time to look for something else. His search didn’t go well. Fidget toys, while interesting, didn’t hold up against his grip strength. Computer games were predictable and the holes in their code were not that interesting to exploit or try to patch. Puzzle cubes were too easily solved. There was nothing that didn’t involve disrupting the station in some way what could keep him occupied. He was bored once again and it was staring to get frustrating. He spent a lot of time observing Connor and how he kept busy. It came from efforts to seem more human, in making conversation and using his breaks even though he didn’t need to. Nines wasn’t about to do that, he wasn’t human and there were no benefits to pretending that he was. The boredom was just going to stick around then. He would adjust for it like he did with everything else. It would be fine, just another part of his existence.

The solution to his ever-present boredom presented itself during a particularly drawn out case. They were on the trail of a serial killer and Gavin was starting to spend more of his nights at the station. The time Nines once had to himself was gone. Boredom changed to annoyance and from that annoyance came a plan. Gavin was human and humans needed sleep, but he couldn’t sleep if he was working nights. So he drank coffee in it’s place. Coffee that was nearly black with an unsettling amount of sugar added to it. Coffee seemed to be Gavin’s way to decompress, the way being alone had been for Nines. The station after hours was the only place he was able to be entirely alone. Something that was now being tampered with by Gavin’s constant presence. A fair course of action seemed to be to mess with Gavin’s coffee. It was just a matter of finding his moment. Gavin went through cups of coffee pretty quickly so it came down to either making a cup for him, or waiting for the case to pull him in and tampering with a cup he had made himself.

That problem solved itself when Gavin got up to do something. Nines was quick to seize the opportunity. He took the unguarded coffee cup and headed for the breakroom. He didn’t know how long Gavin would be gone for so he had to be fast. Nines didn’t account for the possibility of the salt lid being loose. It came off in his rush and more salt than he planned wound up in the coffee, but that was fine. He stirred it until he was certain all of it had dissolved, fixed the salt container, and made for Gavin’s desk. He put the cup back in it’s place and the liquid had settled by the time Gavin got back to his desk. To human eyes it looked like an unassuming cup of coffee. A normal cup of coffee had probably been what Gavin was expecting from the size of the drink he took. His reaction was immediate and Nines was elated. Surprise, fear, disgust, and then frustration rolled across Gavin’s face in rapid succession. Then he locked eyes with Nines and finished the entire cup in one go. This was going to be fun. On top of that, Connor had been right. Environmental enrichment was a good thing once he found something that worked.

He had only planned to do it once, but Gavin made it so easy. He was a decent detective, by human standards, but his situational awareness could use some work. When he was in a place he deemed safe, Gavin would have all of his guards down. He did try to get back at Nines, which was something he was ready for. Gavin altered his thirium, sent him a link to a song; which he later learned was called Rick Rolling. None of it phased him, if anything it was amusing. When revenge didn’t work, Gavin resorted to hypervigilance. Any cup he left unattended around Nines was thrown away and replaced once he got back. Gavin threw away a lot of untampered coffee because he assumed Nines altered it, but he would still accept the coffee Nines gave him. Those ones were always salted and Gavin reacted with genuine surprise every time. As entertaining as it had originally been, even this became boring. He would get Gavin coffee from the breakroom, he would be surprised to learn it was salted, and they would move on. His one source of entertainment had become routine, it was just another part of his day.

Gavin’s hypervigilance had changed too, now he wouldn’t accept coffee from anyone. Which combined with Nines’s boredom made things even more difficult. Gavin didn’t bury himself in work to the point of oblivion anymore. Nines at the very least had made him wary of otherwise comfortable surroundings. He knew to be better aware of himself. While that at large was a good thing, it didn’t bode well for Nines’s environmental enrichment. Things picked up again. Like they always did around the anniversary of the Revolution, and Gavin began to stay late once again. He was just as wary of Nines, and would stay at his desk until he was out of coffee and had to make more or risk falling asleep. This week though, Nines had a little luck. Gavin had gone and mouthed off to the wrong kind of android and had a few new bruises to show for it. He was sore and that meant every once in a while he would get up to stretch or do a lap around the station. That left his desk, and in turn his coffee, unattended. It took a few nights for Nines to nail down a pattern and now he had a plan. It was only a matter of waiting.

Midnight was the next time Gavin got up to do a lap around the station. Assuming that he wouldn’t stop for a break, Nines had ten minutes to get this done. Once Gavin was far enough away Nines took his half full coffee cup and headed for the breakroom. He poured the coffee out, rinsed the cup, added cream and the questionable amount of sugar in the bottom, then poured the waiting decaf over the top until it reached the halfway point. Once it was stirred and settled it looked exactly the same as the previous cup. He placed it back on the desk and waited. If Gavin suspected anything when he got back, he didn’t voice it. When four am rolled around he was beginning to nod off. At four-thirty he checked the cup and then looked at Nines like he had done something to declare war. By five he was asleep and by five-thirty he had been asleep long enough that Nines deemed it safe to draw on his face. All that was left to do was wait for Gavin to wake up and take notice. It wasn’t a solid solution to his constant boredom, but this environmental enrichment thing was making him a more creative problem solver. That had to count for something.

#When He Speaks #WHS #Listen Close #Listen Close AU #reed900 #dbh Gavin #nonverbal Gavin #dbh NInes #dbh fic #dbh

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16ruedelaverrerie · 3 years

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I adore you, and I'm sure you get this question a lot—but just how do you know what to look for? What lines to say? What research to do? Do you get into a hobby e. wine tasting for a fic, or is it the other way round? Sometimes it feels like you're Atlas, carrying the whole weight of the world in your hands. You're absolutely amazing!

No anon! I’ve never gotten this question before! Even if I had, I think that process is a fairly mutable thing, so answers to questions about process tend to evolve-- and EVEN IF I HAD THE EXACT SAME ANSWERS TO THIS HYPOTHETICAL PAST QUESTION, YOU SHOULD STILL FEEL POWERFUL AND FREE TO ASK WHATEVER YOU WANT WHENEVER YOU WANT

The research question is the most straightforward one for me to answer! I’m for sure CONSTANTLY looking things up as I write, but -- if the distinction makes sense -- they tend to be things related to detail, not me teaching myself something from the ground up for the purposes of writing about it. Like, I’ll look up “jamon iberico pairing not sherry???” but I don’t think I could have written a food-and-wine AU if I wasn’t already into food and wine. That’s entirely because I’m SO! FUCKING! SLOW! AT WRITING!!! and I would LITERALLY NEVER FINISH ANYTHING if I let myself learn about completely new things first. That research stage always appealed the most to me, out of the way that novelists do their work, but I think writing fic is an ongoing race against time-- fandoms continuously hemorrhage people as they lose interest, and (speaking as a person who doesn’t know how to leave fandoms!) you just can’t hang onto a fic for too long, if you want anyone to read it at all :’(

I wonder if I understand what you mean by “what to look for” and “what lines to say”, but in the way that I DO understand it... There are definitely distinct stages to the way that I flesh out scenes!

Gathering and structuring: First, I identify what’s indispensable to this particular story, and build a very gestural outline of how those indispensable moments are placed in relation to the narrative arc. For Les Mignardises, some of those things might have been “oysters on the half-shell” (place at beginning to establish texture and investments of fic), “big blow-up confrontation with Hank” (place at climax tension breaking point), and “hamo yubiki as grand-ass metaphor for sexual healing” (place at closing to give Gavin and Nines their soppy fucking happy ending)

Letting it sit: Despite the “fics are a race against time” thing, I find that I really benefit from giving these ideas space to breathe; that allows me to consider what details populate the scenes and what the tendons are that link them to other scenes in the fic. A lot of what happens during this stage is stuff like “this song came up on the radio and WHAT IF GAVIN AND NINES???” e.g. I was probably watching Taco Chronicles on Netflix -> I want to capture that particular rhythm of a busy city stirring itself to life in the early morning hours -> those two fools should eat breakfast on a balcony -> Nines probably makes a habit of bringing Gavin food -> he should also bring Gavin food when they’re at the riverfront -> but that time should GO VERY BADLY so that it acts as a release valve for their antagonism -> Nines fucking up would also let him seem a little less opaque to Gavin -> and so on and so forth.

Connecting the dots: When I actually sit down to write the scenes, trying to figure out how the bullet points for each scene flow into one another provides another occasion for brainstorming. This is, I think, where most of the actual dialogue comes in. I know already what new information needs to be presented during the confrontation with Hank: “Gavin thinks he’s not over Hank”, “Hank gave Gavin the head chef job”, “Gavin tried to straight up murder Connor once”, “Connor’s fucking chill about it though”, “Nines would like to stake his claim”. But in what order should these revelations be arranged, and what gets said in between each burst of disclosure? It’s difficult for me to see with that level of granularity unless I’m working at that level of granularity, so often these things remain unelaborated until I’m typing it out for real.

IS ANY OF THIS ANYTHING? It’s really terrible that the only examples I can give for anything are always Les Mignardises, since I haven’t exactly been PROLIFIC for DBH and Inception fandom is a different beast altogether (albeit a beast I will always love). Anyway I’m sorry I am not here with an offering of a better Christmas present like art or finished fic (...though, on second thought, ARE those better offerings?) but I’M WORKING ON IT! At least at the end of this, there will be finally be another goddamn fic that can serve as examples for my confused and longwinded meditations on writing! (Once again, to reiterate, Pedal to the Metal is an exception to everything and should be tucked away into the biohazardous waste bin where it belongs.) ANON YOU’RE A BLESSING AND I HOPE THAT THE END OF THE YEAR TREATS YOU WITH ALL THE KINDNESS YOU DESERVE

#askbox #let me hear your fandom talk #les mignardises

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screamxqueenx94 · 3 years

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Caught In Your Web// Initation

A/N: This picks up right where part 1 left off. I had a lot of fun writing this part so I hope you guys enjoy it! (Not my GIF)

Pairings: Stiles Stilinski x OC Raven Connors (Hood)

Warnings: mild violence

Italics= thoughts

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Raven stirs into consciousness. She wakes up and finds herself in what looks like a cell. But it's no ordinary cell. It has a plexiglass window with drill holes across the center. All white walls and floor with an all white metal frame bed and a small, white table and chair. She looks around, trying to figure out where she is. Instead of calling out for anyone, she tries to teleport, but can't seem to make it work and gets a zap of electricity. She then tries phasing through it and not only gets zapped again, but is actually thrown against the wall, knocking over the table and chair. As she gets up again, she sees handcuffs on her wrists, but they weren't like any she had seen before. These were new age, tech handcuffs.

She goes from confused to angry. She grabs the chair and smashes it against the window, thinking the glass would break, but all that happens is the chair breaks into bits. She looks around, still furious and props the corner of the table leg under the glass and uses all her weight to force it up so she can push the window out of place, but that doesn't work either.

She looks around, yet again, but this time to see if she can find a way to get her cuffs unlocked. She finds a nail from the chair and tries to use it to unlock the cuffs, but gets shocked again. She throws the nail and screams in frustration and irritation of being stuck.

She hears a mischievous laugh come from across the room. She looks ahead and sees a dark haired boy wearing a long, green jacket and a sadistic smirk in the cell across from her.

"What are you laughing at?" She asks annoyed as she sits on her knees.

"Oh nothing," he laughs again. "Just truly entertained by your stupidity really. I haven't seen anything this entertaining in a long time." He continues.

"What the hell are you talking about?" She gets increasingly annoyed.

"Those cuffs you have on? They're the brainchild of Whittmore Industries. They prevent any powers from being used and are completely impenetrable… you're not goin' anywhere, Sweetheart." He answered slyly, picking up his head so she can look into his deep brown eyes.

Just as she is about to ask him how he knew all this, the metal door in the room rises open automatically, and in steps, two tall men. One has stubble and thick dark eyebrows wearing a leather jacket and jeans. The other is significantly taller and younger looking and has curly, light brown hair and is wearing a scarf. They come up to Raven's cell and eyebrows guy punches in some numbers on a number pad. The plexiglass window slides to the side automatically. Eyebrows signals to her with two fingers to step forward. Raven, though weary, complies.

"Out that door." Scarf boy points to the door they just came in from.

She walks forward down a dark corridor, being guided by the two men who let her out of the cell. How am I gonna get outta this one? She thinks as she has a second nail from the chair hidden in her sleeve.

They suddenly make a turn. Scarf boy places his hand on a digital palm reader and another automatic metal door opens. Leading to what looks like a meeting room. It has a long, sleek, glass table with 12 sleek, black chairs aligning it and a small area with burgundy counters and a see through fridge with some black couches around a glass coffee table. Eyebrows grabs a chair and places it behind Raven as Scarf makes her sit down. An elevator dings and in comes nine other people. All superheroes by the looks of it. One she immediately recognizes. Spider-Man.

One of them walks up to her. Captain America. She knew who he was. She'd seen him on the news, along with his friends. He takes off his helmet and sets the helmet and shield on the table next to him.

"Derek, Isaac, I got it from here." He motions them to back off, which they comply to as he speaks. He looks really young. Maybe 16 or 17. He smiles at her. His jaw is crooked, but his smile is bright. He quickly looks down at her hands then looks back at her with a friendly smile.

"It's a safety precaution." He reassures.

"You think I'm that dangerous?" She scoffs

"Not our safety… Your safety." Answers some guy in a power suit. She recognizes him too… Jackson. Fucking. Whittmore… Richest douchebag Beacon Hills had to offer.

"Right," she scoffs again, adjusting her position to a more comfortable, laid back one with a smirk on her face. "Like you all could really stop me from leaving." She continues.

"If it's so easy for you to leave, then break out of the cuffs." Jackson snapped back. Her smirk gets wiped away instantly."Go on, do it. Right now, show us all how big and bad you are." He continues, crossing his arms and leaning up against the wall.

"Enough, Whittmore!" Captain America called out with a tone of authority.

Jackson stopped talking, but Raven stayed in her relaxed position. He turned back to her.

"I apologize for… him. He doesn't do well with guests." He puts his hand out for a handshake.

"I'm Scott McCall. You might know me as Captain America. Pleased to meet you Miss…" he trails off questionably, waiting for her to introduce herself.

"Hood. Just call me Hood, okay?" She answers back almost sharp. "I don't like people knowing my real name." She continues. She doesn't shake back.

"Okay, Hood it is." He replies cheerfully, forgetting about the handshake.

"Would you mind explaining to me what the hell I'm doing here? And who was that guy in the cell across from me? Am I under arrest or something?" She asks in rapid fire.

A girl with a bow and arrows on her back walks up next to Scott, arms crossed. "We will answer all your questions later, but you're here, because we've been watching you. We think you could be beneficial to our team."

"Yeah? And could I be beneficial?" Raven asks, using air quotes on the last word.

"You have abilities that can help us on stealth missions. When we need to spy. When we need to be somewhere in seconds." The girl answers.

Raven nods her head. Her mouth turned down, she looks down then back up to the girl. "Mhm… so you want me to be your mole?"

The girl and Scott look at each other. Before any of them can say anything, Raven speaks up. "Look, I don't know what any of you thought I'd say, but after what I just went through, I absolutely, will not, be helping you, or anyone for that matter." She stands up and clears her throat. "So, good day, Avengers." She turns and walks away to the door, but stops right in front of it, turning her head slightly to the side so she can see through her peripheral vision.

"By the way, who was it that hit me in the alley?" She asks calmly.

"That would be Allison, here." Scott answers, pointing to the girl next to him with his thumb.

Raven nods. Then turns and throws the handcuffs and hits Allison directly in the forehead, zapping her and knocking her to the ground so quickly, nobody knows what just happened. Derek lunges at her with a fearsome roar and metal claws out, but she's not phased. She, in fact, phases through him, making him fall face first. Isaac runs towards her in a blur, but she blends with the shadow of the room, throwing him off. As he looks around for her, suddenly, she grabs the back of his cardigan and pulls it over his head, making him flip and fall flat on his back while she snatches his scarf.

Scott comes at her, shield in hand. He charges at her, but she jumps and bounces off of it with a backflip and kicks Allison in the face before she can get back up and uses the scarf to wrap it around Scott's hand when he throws a punch. She takes it and flips him over her shoulder. Jackson runs towards her, armoring up, but she throws the chair she was once sitting in at him and takes his feet out from under him, falling on his face, then she charges at the rest of the group.

She stops in front of the last five. A tall man with dark brown hair who looks slightly older than the rest, cracks his neck and yells "Flame on!" He bursts into flames as a tall, thin girl with short brown hair hits her fists together and they flame as well. A shorter boy with brown hair and piercing blue eyes starts to grow bigger and greener and roars loudly as his shirt starts to rip off his body. A girl with long, strawberry blonde hair moves her hands in some weird motions and things start glowing red and floating around her. Raven looks at them and raises an eyebrow with a smirk on her face.

"This is gonna be fun." She remarks as she cracks her knuckles and smirks. Hulk came charging first. He goes to grab her, but she grabs his wrist and swings herself on it and jumps on his back, making it difficult for him to grab her. As she's climbing his back, Human Torch blasted flames at her, she made Hulk turn and get hit in the face with the flames. Hulk falls to his knees as he holds his face. Captain Marvel comes at Raven, but Raven kicks her in the face so hard, she goes flying back, hitting Scarlet Witch and knocking her down, making her lose her concentration. She flips off of Hulk's back, knocking him to the ground, spins in the air and lands on one knee.

She looks up and sees a familiar face. Spider-Man. He's ready to throw down, but she's ready to let him down easy. Something about him made her not want to fight him. He shoots a web at her, but she teleports behind him, but not before getting a good grip of the web. She had the web in her hand and wraps it around him, making him fall onto his butt. She teleports in front of him.

"Sorry Spidey boy, but this initiation was never gonna work out. I like to fly solo." she remarks with a smirk.

Before he can say anything, a fog of smoke flashes before him, and she's gone. He uses all his strength to break from his own webs as everyone else gets up, rubbing their heads or nursing an aching joint.

"Impenetrable cuffs, huh?" Spider-Man asks sarcastically as he looks at Jackson, who shoots him a dirty look as he rubs his head.

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fandom-necromancer · 4 years

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1151+1153. “Shut up and kiss me.” “Stay with me forever.”

This was prompted by the awesome @anxiousmessofaperson! Enjoy!

Fandom: Detroit become human | Ship: Reed900 (Warnings: mentioning of severe injury, temporary character death (both for an android))

An android’s processor was always active. Always running millions of tasks, calculating and pre-constructing. And the processor of an RK900 was the most advanced ever created. That allowed him to analyse their planned tactic for today’s mission over and over again, thinking of all possible outcomes and complications, and simultaneously preparing his partner a coffee. He gladly helped the human and would likely do anything for him. Unfortunately, Gavin Reed had only ever asked for a coffee. Nines had joined forces with Tina for that reason, but even his best friend wasn’t able to have a serious talk with him. Still, they would not back down. If Nines could be anything then persistent.

He continued to let two sugar cubes fall into the thermos and started stirring. He should get back to them, but he decided to linger as he overheard Gavin and Tina speak to each other. Apparently, he had taken too long for the human and he had decided to pass the time with a chat. ‘Did you ever think of dating an android?’, Tina asked, and Nines immediately had his hearing amplified. ‘Hah! Why are you asking?’ Of course, Gavin would evade the question and laugh it off. ‘Found someone?’ ‘Maybe.’ Nines could practically hear her smile. He knew a specific receptionist had caught Tina’s eye. But that was their secret. ‘But don’t you chicken out now. Would you?’ ‘Pff… You know, I would have given a clear no just a few months ago. But with the revolution and all… Maybe? I don’t know, I would have to know one for that first, I guess.’ ‘Hmm… You know Connor?’ ‘Are you shitting me? Plastic Detective sent by my brother’s phcking empire? Hell no. Never. I mean, he looks alright and all that but… Hey, I would also have a buy one get two deal going whatever his relationship with Hank is. And… no, I’m a disaster myself, I don’t need another one.’ ‘What’s with Nines then? You know him, too. And he basically has the looks of Connor but sharper.’

Needless to say, the coffee was forgotten by now.

‘Nines?’ It stayed quiet for some time. The laughter: ‘Come on Tina! That’s Nines.’ ‘And?’ ‘Have you seen the tin-can? He’s all cold calculation and his missions. Hadn’t I known him pre-deviation, I would have said the thing’s still a machine.’ ‘He has a lot of emotions, Gavin and you know it.’ ‘Yeah, anger and fury and an overall sense of not-my-phcking-problem. That’s not emotions, Tina, that’s a defence mechanism. It’s not like he could feel anything that is nice, it’s not like he could be earnestly passionate. And it’s not his fault, I mean, he wasn’t built for that. But I need someone who, you know, wants to be with me because of these feelings, not because it’s what I want.’ ‘I think he likes you a lot.’ ‘Maybe. But it’s not like he would suddenly shout “I love you, shut up and kiss me! Now!” He’s a machine for all it’s worth, Tina. He doesn’t feel anything.’ Nines had to concentrate a good fraction of his processing power to keep his LED on yellow and his hand from crushing the brushed steel of the thermos in his hand. ‘A machine that’s phcking late. Tell him I’m in the car once he decided to re-emerge!’

Nines shook out of it, screwing the lid on and walking out to Tina’s desk. ‘Oh god, Nines, you heard all of it, didn’t you?’, Tina rushed to say. ‘Shit, I’m so sorry! He’s just embarrassed, I’m sure. He knows you feel a lot. And he’s wrong. I just… I was too quick to ask him something like that.’ ‘No’, Nines interrupted her. ‘He is right. I would never shout that.’ ‘But only because you are shy and thoughtful, and he is brash and aggressive! Don’t lose faith, he is just an idiot. But I know the only reason he is like this is because he thinks he isn’t worth you. Give him time and he will be convinced you mean it!’ ‘If you say so. I’m sorry. We have a mission. And I’m late. I should go.’ He left for the front door and Tina watched him walk away. Only then did her gaze stray to her desk and a familiar thermos stand on it. ‘Hey, Nines, you-‘ She looked for the android, but he was already gone. ‘forgot something…’

They pulled up to an abandoned Cyberlife store amidst the abandoned district of Detroit and Gavin killed the engine. ‘Ready, tin-can?’, he asked joyfully. ‘Of course, Detective.’ ‘Oh, so we’re back to “Detective”? What did I do wrong this time?’ ‘Nothing major’, Nines answered as neutral as he possibly could. ‘You just talked.’ ‘Watch out, toaster!’, Gavin mocked, holding a hand to his chest. ‘It sounded almost like you had a sense of humour!’ Nines stayed silent and exited the car. ‘Oh wow’, Gavin sighed, following his partner. ‘So, we are particularly pissed together. What’s happened? Someone hurt your simulated robo-feelings?’ Nines looked the man dead in the eye. ‘Only some prick I thought was my friend.’ Gavin squirmed under his gaze, but like so often laughed to hide it. ‘What, you have friends?’ Nines looked away. ‘You know, sometimes I question that myself… Let’s go, we have work to do.’ ‘Yeah, fine, how do we do this?’ ‘We have worked out a plan together. You know how, Detective.’ ‘Okay, okay! Goddamn, whoever it was who pissed you off, I guess he won’t live long.’

They climbed through a broken window and slipped into the store. It was completely empty, the pedestals for androids on display were barren and only a lone dead android laid in some corner. Well, his torso at least. Where the rest was, not even Nines could reconstruct. They strode through the shop, Nines taking to whichever corner he hadn’t looked at that was also farthest from Reed. They suspected a Red Ice lab somewhere around this shop. All their evidence led to a graffiti that was used as a marker for it on the outer wall. ‘Hey, Nines, has this phcker been moved recently?’ The android decided to ignore the undignified way the Detective referred to a dead body – he had done far worse today – and knelt down in front of the unit. ‘Yes’, he pressed out. ‘Figured. His clothing is raised up. He has been dragged.’ Nines nodded and scanned the body’s shoulders. ‘Fingerprints’, he murmured. ‘Belonging to Axel Bernhardi. Was at the station once already. Attempted theft of an android. Served community service for three months.’ ‘Great. Any clue to-‘ ‘The android has been moved recently’, Nines interrupted and Gavin grunted. ‘Fine. Any clue to where he is then?’ Nines inspected the android’s clothing closer. ‘The body had been pulled from two directions. First up, then from the back into the direction of the wall.’ ‘What?’ Nines stood up and pulled the android away, unveiling a narrow whole with a ladder underneath. ‘Phck, is he still there?’, Gavin whispered and after a quick scan Nines nodded. The human took out his gun and was about to climb down, but Nines held him back. The Detective might have been a total idiot today, but Nines wouldn’t let him slide ass first into danger. He pushed off his white Cyberlife jacket, wriggled himself into the narrow space and scraped along the walls downwards. He heard Gavin following him but concentrated on climbing and listening to any noise from underneath him.

They found back on solid ground in a room that had been excavated by handheld machines. It was newer than the building above, likely dug just to house the lab. They stood in front of a curtain made from milky plastic sheets. Light flooded from behind it covering everything in a cold glow. Someone was moving behind the curtain, Nines suspected it to be Mr. Bernhardi. He held his finger to his lips before taking his own gun and taking position in front of the curtain. Gavin stood behind him ready to jump on his notice.

Nines counted down from three with his right hand, then they both entered, shouting: ‘DPD, away from the table!’ The red-haired man was shocked to the bone and stared at both of them speechless. Thankfully he stepped back from the table and another step into the room. Only then did Nines have the chance to scan the room and regretted his manoeuvre immediately. The first thing he noticed was an escape route dug into the water drainage system of Detroit. The second was a big red button on the wall. The third that the man was side eyeing the button and the fourth that it led somewhere behind them. All of that was detected in the same second Mr. Bernhardi decided that attempted theft wasn’t enough to his folder. He jumped to the side, pressed the button and darted out of the room into the sewers. Gavin reacted fast enough to shoot but missed and Nines had reacted even faster than Gavin had, throwing himself on the Detective as behind him the bomb went off. The impact made them scoot across the floor and ripped apart Nines entire back hull, but the human was okay, Gavin was okay. And he himself was okay too. Technically. For the next few seconds. Enough to realise the structural integrity of the room was failing. He picked himself and the Detective groaning underneath him up and ran to the escape route. The room would collapse every second now, but the sewer system would hold out. He managed to get himself to the edge of the room as it collapsed and Gavin had recovered enough to pull him out after him before the rubble slid into the canal. ‘Oof, that was close…’, Gavin panted, adrenaline still flushing his body. ‘Hey, tin-can, you okay?’ No. The seconds that Nines had been okay had run out now. The little rivulet in the canal was quickly more Thirium than water and Nines couldn’t even begin to process the damage warnings coming into view. ‘Ga…vin…’ ‘Shit! Nines!’ The human was immediately next to him. ‘Nines! What’s wrong? Hey, Nines!’ The android wasn’t capable of clear thoughts anymore. All he knew that there was so much damage, so much, so much. He felt the Thirium depleting and his systems running burning hot as a result. He knew he would shut down soon and he wasn’t sure he was repairable. There were so many warnings and notices… He didn’t want to stop existing. There was so much left to do, so much left to say. Despite everything he still wanted to tell Gavin what he felt and hopefully the human would allow it. Gavin… Where was he? Was he still there? Had he left him behind like the useless piece of plastic he was? Was he off chasing the criminal, Nines’ death only a footnote in some report? Maybe repairing him would be too expensive. But Gavin would want that, right? They were a good team, right? ‘Ga…vin?’ His hands searched for purchase and they grabbed something, although Nines didn’t know what that was. He hoped it was his human. ‘Stay… with… me…’ He heard laughter over thick static and held onto it. ‘Heh, for how long, toaster. Come on, get your ass up, we have a criminal to catch!’ Nines imagined how it would be to simply do that. It would be wonderful. Gavin sounded scared. Why was he scared? Too many questions, too many thoughts. Only one that counted: ‘Ga…vin… stay… with… me… forever…’

[Warning: Core temperature critical.] [Commencing emergency shutdown.] [Unit deactivated.]

The machine above him was busy. Multiple arms fastened to an enormous joint in the ceiling moved back and forth, getting rid of old bent metal and torn plastic and gathering new parts for assembly. Under Gavin’s dull gaze lights flickered and wires were reconnected, Thirium-tubes were sealed and refilled. Gavin saw it all and noticed nothing. He was too deep in his thoughts, the only thing he really felt the android’s hand in his.

Tina had told him everything.

Every talk she had with the tin-can, every carefully selected detail Nines trusted her with over time, every little thing Nines liked about him and every minute gesture he had failed to realise as Nines being friendly to him. Tina had told him Nines liked him. Had a crush on him. Kinda. It was weird to think of the android in such ways. He had never shown any signs of affection towards him. Or maybe Gavin had just never bothered to look for them. If he was being honest, he couldn’t really believe it. The android was… Even if Nines had been a human, he would have been way out of his league. He was a functioning person; he didn’t look out for a new disaster to dive into and didn’t create them if he didn’t find one. He was kind, in his own way. He never spoke or emoted much. But…

God, Gavin had taken his extremely slow pace, his careful steps as a sign the android wasn’t interested in anyone at all. He had even told him he didn’t feel anything, that he was simulating everything and… “Stay with me forever.” Shit.

‘Hey… errr… tin-can…’ He took a few breaths, following the mechanic arms. There were fewer now. Nines back was nearly fully restored. ‘I don’t know if you can hear me. But I’m sorry. For all that I’ve said. I just… I never thought… I… I’m a huge idiot, okay?’ He couldn’t keep his composure and a part of him hoped Nines couldn’t hear him. ‘I am a dumb, dumb human, who only understands what someone wants if they push it into my face so hard it hurts, and you were so gentle with… with everything. Phck I didn’t notice any of it and you were trying so hard to be perfect when this asshole right here can’t handle perfect and I should phcking go, because you don’t deserve someone like me and-‘ ‘Gavin.’ There was an impossibly faint pressure on his hand from where the android was squeezing his. Gavin couldn’t do anything but stare at the smile on Nines’ face. He couldn’t move, he couldn’t talk, he could only stare. ‘Shut up and kiss me.’

#detroit become human #dbh #Reed900 #RK900 #Gavin Reed #why am I recently like Fluff: have a sentence Angst: Here have a novel #I guess I'm stressed so I can write this one better at the moment #there will be fluff days coming again I jsut don't know when #and it's kinda fluffy in the end?#Me torturing my favs AGAIN #Gavin: he will never shout he loves me buhu #Nines: No I will not #Nines: I will whisper it most tender when I've come back from the dead tho

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i wanna be yours - reed900 fic

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Nines leaned his head against the wall. “What if everyone’s seeing something that isn’t there?” “I don’t want to overstep,” Connor said. “But from what I’ve seen, there’s a one hundred percent chance that Gavin is in love with you.”

Everyone on the planet thinks Gavin's in love with Nines. Nines isn't so sure. Featuring drunk, detective (!!) Tina, surprisingly observant Chris, and a sage wisdom giving Connor.

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Nines walked up to the bar just as Tina finished ordering another cocktail. He ordered a glass of thirium for himself and a soda for Gavin.

“Having fun?” Nines asked, sliding onto a barstool.

“At my own promotion party? Yes,” Tina said, laughing. Her cheeks were red and her smile was loose.

“Will you be burning your uniform after this?” Nines asked.

“Oh my God, yes,” Tina said. “I’m never wearing navy blue again.”

Nines smiled. “Perks of being a detective.”

The bartender slid Tina her drink. Tina looked down at it sadly. “I wish there were more cherries.”

The bartender gave Nines he and Gavins’ drinks, then started rummaging around for more cherries for Tina. Tina pointed to Gavin’s soda. “That for our boy?” she asked.

“Yes,” Nines said, flushing blue at ‘our boy.’

“You’re sweet,” Tina said, swaying in her seat. Nines steadied her by the shoulder. “And a gentleman,” Tina added.

“And you’re very drunk,” Nines said, laughing.

“Gavin never stops talking about you,” Tina said, ignoring Nines’ observation. Tina began to imitate Gavin’s voice. “’Nines is so smart. Nines is so handsome. Tina, did I tell you Nines got shot and tore the bullet out with his teeth? So badass!’”

“What?” Nines said, nearly spitting out the sip of thirium he’d just taken.

Tina took Nines’ shock to mean he was offended. “Don’t worry,” Tina said, patting Nines’ arm. “Gavin freaked out when you got shot. He was actually really worried.”

Nines shook his head, not sure which thread to follow. “Did Gavin really say all that?”

Tina just hummed, cupping Nines’ face in her hands and looking into his eyes. “Promise you won’t break his heart?”

“I-” Nines said.

The bartender plopped five cherries into Tina’s drink. “Yes! Thank you,” Tina said, grabbing her drink, sliding off her stool, and heading back to their table.

“Wait, Tina,” Nines said, but Tina was already sitting in Valerie’s lap, intently convincing everyone that they should go to Denny’s later.

Nines returned to their table, handing Gavin his drink. “Cheers,” Gavin said, clinking his glass with Nines.

Gavin’s eyes were sparkling. He didn’t usually drink, but he’d had one beer at the start of the night to celebrate Tina.

“Cheers,” Nines replied faintly, thoughts still stuck on Tina’s words.

Gavin tilted his head at Nines. “You okay?” he asked lowly.

Nines forced a smile. “Yeah,” he said. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

The next day, Nines did his best not to dwell on his interaction with Tina. She’d been drunk. Surely, that had made her exaggerate.

Nines only realized he’d been stirring Gavin’s midday coffee for far too long when Chris walked into the breakroom, breaking him out of his thoughts.

“Did you have a good time last night?” Chris asked.

“Yeah,” Nines said.

“I feel bad. You’re always the designated driver,” Chris said, pouring himself a cup of coffee.

Nines shrugged. “I don’t mind.”

“Still,” Chris said. “It can’t be easy getting a bunch of drunks to leave Denny’s at three in the morning.”

“It is the best restaurant on Earth,” Nines joked, quoting Tina.

“That it is,” Chris said, faux solemn. “Gavin helped you wrangle everyone, right?”

“Yeah,” Nines said. “He ended up fireman carrying Tina to the car,” he added, laughing.

Chris laughed. “You guys are good together. Gavin seems…happier than he used to.”

“I’m glad,” Nines said, looking down at Gavin’s coffee. “I’m happier, too.”

“Oh!” Chris said. “So you two finally got-” Chris broke off at Nines’ sharp look.

“Oh. We’re not-” Nines protested.

“Sorry! Sorry. I just thought that- just forget I said anything!” Chris said, backing out of the break room.

Nines left Gavin’s coffee on his desk and retreated into an empty hallway, dialing Connor’s number.

Connor picked up on the first ring. “Hey, Nines!” he said cheerfully.

“Hey,” Nines said. “Can you talk?”

“Sure,” Connor said. “What’s up?”

“It’s about Gavin,” Nines said, pacing the hallway.

“I can’t believe Hank was right,” Connor said.

Nines paused. “Right about what?”

“You and Gavin getting together,” Connor said. Then, sheepishly, “Apparently there are some betting pools around the precinct.”

Nines pinched the bridge of his nose. “We’re not…together,” he said.

“Oh,” Connor said. “I apologize-”

“I want us to be though,” Nines said quickly, flushing blue. “Together, that is.”

“Oh!” Connor said. “That’s great!”

“I just don’t know how to…” Nines trailed off. “How did you and Hank-?”

“It was… complicated,” Connor said. “After the revolution, we were so happy to be alive that we just kinda- fell together.”

Nines leaned his head against the wall. “What if everyone’s seeing something that isn’t there?”

“I don’t want to overstep,” Connor said. “But from what I’ve seen, there’s a one hundred percent chance that Gavin is in love with you.”

Nines buried himself in paperwork for the rest of the day. It was easier than mulling over what Connor had said. He didn’t even notice that he’d worked late until Gavin offered to drive him home.

“That’s… okay,” Nines said. “I might stay awhile longer.”

“What? No,” Gavin said, handing Nines his jacket. “I don’t care if you don’t sleep, you still need a break from all-” he gestured to Nines’ terminal.

“Really, it’s fine. You don’t have to-”

Gavin frowned. “You mad at me or something?” he asked.

“No.”

“You’ve been weird all day and I just- Nines?”

Nines had stood up, intending to go outside and calm down, but was overwhelmed by the incoherent warnings popping up in his vision. He’d closed his eyes and braced himself against his desk.

He felt Gavin’s arms wrap around him. “Hey, it’s okay. Everything’s okay,” Gavin murmured.

Slowly, the warnings faded away. Nines dropped his head onto Gavin’s shoulder.

“I’m okay,” Nines said, voice shaky.

“Thank fuck,” Gavin said. “Nearly gave me a heart attack.”

Nines picked up his head and scanned Gavin. His heart rate was slightly elevated, but there were no signs of cardiac arrest.

“Figure of speech, dumbass,” Gavin said, smiling slightly. He still hadn’t let go of Nines. This close, Nines could count the dark flecks in Gavin’s eyes.

“Are you in love with me?” Nines breathed.

Gavin’s eyes widened.

“Because I’m in love with you,” Nines said.

Gavin touched his hand to Nines’ face. “I’m in love with you,” he said.

Then they were kissing, Nines trapping Gavin against his desk. Gavin’s hands were everywhere, running over Nines’ shoulders, lacing behind Nines’ neck to pull him closer. Nines ran his hands through Gavin’s hair, memorizing the feeling.

“Fuck,” Gavin breathed. “Why did we wait so long to do that?”

Nines laughed and pulled Gavin back to him.

#reed900 #reed900 fic #rk900 #nines #gavin reed #dbh #detroit become human #dbh fic #tina chen #chris miller #dbh connor #hank anderson #my fics

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ashintheairlikesnow · 4 years

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Writing Excerpt for Tonight: The Bad Arc Begins

The little bell over the door jingles when Danny walks in, still humming to himself, Ryan’s borrowed earbud still in one ear playing his music. You better run like the devil, cause they’re never gonna leave you alone…

The bookstore is pretty empty at mid-morning on a Tuesday, and he can see a couple of people sitting at tables working on their laptops in the coffeeshop area, hear the sounds of books being shuffled on shelves further in, but almost no one even looks up.

Those who do, don’t keep looking.

It’s nice, Danny thinks, to finally have been home long enough that everyone knows who he is, and they don’t stare at his scars.

He gets in line to order, by himself, trying not to feel ashamed of himself for the stab of pride he feels at the accomplishment, still. Dr. Rosa is always telling him to own his pride, that when you have had so much taken away it’s natural to take pride in a return to even basic, normal things like ordering for yourself, making your own choice about what you want to eat or drink.

And he just ran like nine miles, he is starving and his legs feel like they’re about to fall off. But they’re his legs.

My name is Daniel Michaelson. My legs belong to me and I can make them stronger if I want to.

The line moves fast - it’s mostly people grabbing basic coffees, nothing too exciting. Danny doesn’t have a phone - he doesn’t like them, he can’t stand them - but Ryan had forced his stupid FitBit on Danny’s wrist (Look, just do this for me, Danny, okay? We worry when you’re out) and he checks the time. Still an hour, hour and a half before Nate expects him home.

Finally, it’s his turn, and Danny blinks when he steps up and the barista is wrong.

Melody works in the bookstore five days a week, day shift. Danny sees her five days a week, for morning coffee when he doesn’t want to make it, or trips with Nate, or post-run drinks now that he’s running again. Melody, pink-haired and adorably short and a bundle of smiles and enthusiasm, is always there.

Melody isn’t there today.

Instead, a shortish, prettyish person with bright almost jungle-green hair is smiling faintly at him, dressed in a black-and-white T-shirt and black jeans. “Hi, what can I get started for you?”

It takes Danny a second to pull himself together. “Um, uh, where’s, um, where’s Melody? She, she usually works…”

“Oh, sorry. Melody had to go help a customer. Difficult. You know how it is.” The green-haired barista’s smile widens just a fraction, almost mechanically, and they roll their eyes conspiratorially, like, we’re all in this together, retail workers of America.

Danny swallows and nods, nervous in a way he can’t quite explain. He can feel sweat from the run drying on his skin, the way his shirt is sticking just a little against his back between his shoulder blades. He needs to get back home for a shower more than he needs to stand around being a wimp, scared that a single thing changed in his daily routine. “Oh, okay. Can, can you tell her I said, um, hi? I… I see her every day. Do you not, um, usually work daytime? I haven’t… seen you…”

“I’ll tell her, no problem. And no, I usually close.” They shrug, casual and easy, but Danny keeps thinking they look weird around the eyes, almost empty, like there’s nothing there. “What do you need? Let’s get your drink started.”

“Um. Okay. Could, could I get an, um, just a large iced coffee with two pumps vanilla and a blueberry scone? Would be great, thanks.” He hunches his shoulders, shoving his hands into the pockets on his running pants.

“Got it. Name for your order?”

Danny pauses, blinks. Melody hasn’t asked his name in months, maybe. It’s… kind of nice, to not be recognized. And whoever this person is, they haven’t looked at his scars too long or anything, not once. “Um, Danny. D-A-N-N-Y. Just, um, I’m Danny.”

“Oh, cool. So you are Daniel Michaelson. I thought so.” Their eyes flicker to his and take in his flinch, the way his face starts to color, and then they lean over. “Hey, I’m sorry. Sorry, man. I just mean, Melody talks about you a lot.”

“Oh… she, um, she does?” That cheers him, a little. He likes Melody. She’s safe, and even with what happened with the guy - Connor Manning, that’s the name on the police report - the bookstore is still safe. He has safe places - here, and the bigger chain bookstore downtown, the restaurants he likes, his apartment… he doesn’t want to lose any of them.

“Yeah. Hey, I gotta help the guy behind you, I’ll get your drink and your scone right up.” They wave him off and Danny tries on a shy smile that widens when they smile back at him. Then he turns around, goes to browse the new arrivals, his eyes skimming over titles and covers and barely even seeing them. He bounces on the balls of his feet, a little, feeling the stretch in his legs as a welcome burn.

His body, and he’ll make it stronger, day by day, run by run. Meal by meal.

His body, and he chooses what goes into it, and how he uses it.

Danny twists the ring on his left ring finger, glancing down at the engraved SURVIVOR, and smiles. He survived, and Nate is right - that means something, something really, really important. Something he shouldn’t forget.

He was broken, but he didn’t have to stay that way.

When they call his name, he heads back over, taking his iced coffee and scone and saying a soft thank you. They only smile at him, a little tightly, and go back to making the drink for the guy behind him.

Danny heads back out the door, hearing the bell jangle again as he pushes it open. He doesn’t hear the green-haired barista murmur, “I’m so fucking sorry,” under their breath as he leaves.

He takes a bite of his scone first, and then a sip of his iced coffee, and he stops out on the sidewalk, frowning. Something about the coffee doesn’t taste right. There’s still gummy scone in his mouth, though, and after a second Danny just swirls the straw around, stirring the drink, and then tries it again.

There, that’s better.

Danny heads back down the sidewalk towards home, and with every sip of his drink, the weird taste - maybe just sugar-free syrup, it’s kind of like that - bothers him less and less.

#writing excerpt #daniel michaelson is a tall smol bean #about to have a very bad day

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haildoodles-writing · 4 years

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Where the Sky Meets the Sea - Prologue

A Detroit: Become Human fic. AO3

Summary: It’s been nearly a year since the deviant uprising--since Markus and his followers protested peacefully for android rights and deviancy spread like a wild virus. Rose Huggins, an old friend of Hank Anderson, had helped along the sidelines, quietly doing all she could to aid the newly established people. And after months of hard work on both sides, androids and humans found some semblance of peace . . .

But when sporadic disappearances occur and strange evidence begins to show up at the DCPD, everything is flipped on its head. And Rose, for better or for worse, will be its turning point.

Word Count: 3758

Pairing: Connor (RK800) x OFC

CHAPTER WARNING: Content in this chapter deals with some elements of domestic abuse, and thus may be triggering to some readers. If you or a loved one are experiencing any sort of domestic abuse, please do not hesitate to reach out to those who can help and offer support. We are here for you, and we love you.

A/N: Welcome to WTSMTS, aka the dbh fic I’ve been planning on making for an eternity. I honestly don’t know how people will take this fic, and if it’ll even gain traction at all, but it doesn’t matter--I’ve been having fun making it, and I wanted to share it with you anyways! Enjoy <3

* * *

Rose Huggins had been feeling like she was being watched.

Lately, it had been as if the hairs on the back of her neck and the goosebumps on her arms knew something she didn’t--especially at night. She didn’t know why.

Taking the backroads, though sometimes revolting, proved to be a much faster method at getting home in the evenings. And so after her shift at Jimmy’s Bar or the rundown Thai restaurant next door, Rose would slip through the back and onto the garbage-ridden alleys, avoiding the main streets completely.

Sure, it was unnerving, and she used to jump at any rat crossing near her feet or trash bag shifting in the breeze. But after two years into working both jobs, she came to learn that the dreary atmosphere was better than being late. She had a dull ache in her pinkie finger and an Urgent Care visit on her record to prove for that.

That night, a regular from Jimmy’s had slipped out the door behind her and managed to catch her off guard. He had drunkenly stumbled after her for the past few blocks, somehow keeping track of her despite his twisted footing. And the comments he threw at her, at the bystanders, at the world in general--

It was safe to say that Rose wanted to vomit.

Had it been early enough into the night, she would have sprinted to the train station and avoided him altogether. But it was too late by now, and she didn’t have the cash for a cab, so had to resort to simply keep him at a safe distance as she led him away from her home. At least he was too drunk to notice she was practically hugging the main roads.

Rose had managed to lose him for good when she finally calmed. Her clutch on her keys loosened enough to swing back and forth—she was back on track to the house now; maybe a few minutes away. Close enough to see the DCPD lights and parked police cars near the main road. If she had time, she could have possibly stopped by, perhaps say hello to Hank Anderson and Gavin Reed—likely still there at this hour— and maybe string enough words together to have a conversation with Connor.

Connor, who had shown up a year ago to catch deviating androids, only to become a deviant himself. Connor, who practically became Hank’s own son after the revolution calmed down enough. Connor, who made her throat constrict and her chest feel like it was going to collapse every time she saw him.

The thought of seeing them--seeing him--was tempting, and she slowed to a halt at the steps of the DCPD. But then her pinky ached again, as if a steady reminder, and she decided that stopping by wouldn’t be the best idea. So she hurried home, ignoring the buzzing phone in her back pocket and the omnipresent feeling that she was being watched.

But no matter how much the back of her neck itched and how many creaks and shuffles sounded right behind her, she never found anything. Only the wind, and the snow, and the distant sounds of Detroit.

She managed to reach the townhouse safely, climbing up the steps and twisting the key into the lock before noticing that the door was already slightly ajar.

It was strange--her father always bolted up, even when he was home. He was always paranoid.

But the television was blasting from inside and kitchen lights were on, so Rose knew her father was there, at least.

So she cracked open the door and slipped through, careful to avoid the street lights shining into the doorway.

“You’re late,” a voice sounded from the couch. Harsh and gravelly, as if sifting through cobbled dirt. Something stirred in the pit of Rose’s stomach, twisting, but she snuffed it out without thinking twice.

“Sorry, Father. Work kept me a little bit later than usual,” she lied through her teeth, pulling her shoes off and placing them neatly in her corner. And then she headed directly for the kitchen, pulling open the fridge and grabbing a can of beer from the bottom shelf.

“Well tell your work to piss off next time, Rosy,” her father grumbled. But then he heard the beer top opening and huffed, leaning further into the couch and holding a waiting hand out.

Her chest seized at every can she gave him, every bottle he demanded with an open hand. But it was usually only at night--and he stopped talking, at least. Stopped berating her, for just a moment longer. Better drunk and incapacitated on the couch than drunk and throwing things.

Or drunk, and missing. That was the worst one.

Her father took the can and inspected it, slandering the brand name. “Why’d you have to get this one, Rosy? You know better,” he snapped, even though he already had a few of the same cans empty around his lap. Either way, he was the one who had bought it—or had stolen; she didn’t really know how he got his supply anymore. All she knew is that she never bought anything herself.

“I’m sorry,” she said anyway.

He merely grunted and sipped from it, ignoring her completely. She dropped her hand from the back of the couch, a breath escaping her—but then fingers shot out and gripped her wrist, squeezing. It was nothing she couldn’t handle — but his thumb was pressing on a bruise through her shirt sleeve, and it made her breath catch.

He squeezed for a moment longer, sighing. “Clean this mess up,” was all he ended up saying, releasing her wrist to gesture to the pile of trash he sat in. But then he fell silent, and Rose nodded, leaving him to float between realities for a while.

She crept upstairs, head low until she reached her room at the end of the hallway. Her chest heaved out a sigh, her shoulders dropping as she walked into the bedroom.

And as she changed into her painting clothes and prepped her easel and paints in the corner of the room, and as she painted until she could finally feel, Rose longed for something other than this life she had put herself in.

* * *

Whenever a case of his wasn’t improving, Gavin Reed became one of the usuals at Jimmy’s Bar.

When she first met him over a year ago, Rose constantly had to fight the twinge of annoyance every time he chatted her up. She had to bite her tongue to keep from huffing when he would vent about androids, of all creatures, infiltrating the DCPD. But then, through his arrogance and ranting, he would sometimes pause. He would ask her about her day, about what she did, and genuinely seem interested in it. Something not a lot of people did that often.

So she would withstand his . . . Gavin-ness, every time he came in. If only for those small moments that he acted like a decent human being.

Today, though, didn’t seem like it was a good day for him—if the way he stormed in fuming said anything, at least.

He ignored Rose for a minute as she started making his regular, fists clenched against the table and head bowed. From what she could see, every word in the dictionary was spewing from his mouth.

Eventually though, after Rose was finished helping a few others, Gavin lifted his head. A fresh bruise adorned his cheek.

“Bad day?” Rose asked quietly, raising a brow as she set a glass of whiskey in front of him. Neat, as he liked it.

Gavin sighed, downing the glass before pausing. “Got no idea, sweetheart.” He signaled to bring more, so she poured him a double rye.

“Let me guess,” Rose said. “Nines?”

If she had brought up androids six months ago, Gavin would’ve spewed expletives and cursed androids--usually one specific Connor--until her ears bled. But then he was assigned a new partner, Nines, Connor’s prototype successor, and he . . . well, cooled. He wasn’t necessarily nice to Connor, by all means, but he grew comfortable with Nines and his ever-present company.

Though Gavin would never actually admit it.

Gavin pointed at Rose and clicked his tongue, before collapsing in on himself again. “I think he’s turning into a housecat,” he said. “He never leaves--”

Rose looked around, nodding to the Nines-less bar.

“He’s outside,” Gavin muttered. At that, Rose outright laughed.

She sobered herself enough to shoot him a look. “That’s not new, though,” she pointed out. And it was true--Gavin often complained about Nines trailing after him constantly, both in and outside of work. Some sort of annoying guardian, he had said. But it wasn’t something Rose hadn’t heard of before--no, something else was bothering him. Something that made him much more sour than normal.

Gavin gave a thousand-mile stare past Rose’s shoulder. “There’s another one.”

Another android--at the station, she guessed.

That would be . . . three then, working at the DCPD. Connor, and then Nines—and now another one, evidently.

Another RK model, she presumed.

By how hard Gavin was clenching the glass in his hands, she knew she was right. Another “Connor” walking around in the precinct; another “Connor” for him to get used to.

It was nearly a year after the uprising, and Gavin wasn’t cold towards androids any longer--but he wasn’t exactly warm, either.

“Well, at least you get a break for now, right?” Rose tried to lighten up the mood, offering him another drink. He took it without thinking twice.

But then Gavin bit down, a muscle flickering in his jaw, and ground out, “Not for long.”

Rose was nearly about to question him before the doorbell jingled, two silhouettes slipping through the doorway.

And then Hank and Connor appeared in the dim lighting, Hank calling out a “Hey, kid,” and Connor giving a polite wave. Rose smiled in return, trying to level her breathing at seeing Connor--it had been a while, anyway.

In front of her, Gavin clenched his hand around the glass even tighter — if that was even possible, at this point. He stared at her arm, heaving a deep sigh.

“Well, if it isn’t Hank and the tin can,” Gavin slurred, seemingly more exhausted than miffed. At least he wasn’t biting; Rose wasn’t in the mood to break up a fight tonight.

Even though Hank and Connor weren’t affected by him—in fact, Hank seemed amused at his ex-protege—Rose still cringed at the nickname.

Connor, unperturbed, greeted them. “Hello, Detective Reed,” was all he said before turning to Rose, stepping around Gavin. “Hello, Rosalind.”

“Rose,” she corrected him, still smiling and ignoring Gavin’s visible irritation. No one ever called her Rosalind, save her own mother. And that was nearly a decade ago.

Hank scoffed, throwing a hand against Connor’s shoulder. “You don’t have to be so professional during work. I mean, how many times does she have to tell you, kid? It’s been like, what—a year?”

Connor didn’t have to pause. “Ten months, twenty-three days, fifteen hours and forty-four minutes.”

He said it so bluntly that Rose choked on a laugh, her stomach fluttering.

At the sound of Rose’s giggle, Gavin unfroze, stepping between the three of them. “Hank, we’re off the clock today. Get him out.”

Hank began to step forward and open his mouth, but Connor cut him off. “We just need to ask Rose some questions for a recent case.”

Deviancy had done Connor well, and emotions began to lace his words—his expressions, his stance, everything. But still, in the moment, Connor composed himself enough to seem nonchalant about Gavin’s presence. Enough to annoy Gavin further.

Hank had bet money that Gavin was just bitter about getting knocked out by Connor two punches in back in the evidence room, nearly a year ago. But Rose often thought it was something else, though.

Gavin looked back at Rose, gauging her reaction. “Fine,” he shrugged. And then he yanked out his wallet and handed Rose a handful of cash, reaching for his remaining glass and downing it with a grunt. Then he winked at Rose, clicking his tongue. “You tell me if these runts give you trouble, yeah?”

If she was being honest with herself, Rose was impressed. Gavin, with alcohol in his system, not starting a fight? It was nearly unheard of.

She bit her lip and nodded, satisfying Gavin enough. “Good luck, sweetheart,” he called, stepping around Hank and slapping a hand on Connor’s shoulder.

And then he was gone, the doorbell signaling he had stepped into the night.

Rose sighed, throwing a curl from her braid loose with a shake of her head. “I’m sorry,” she told them both.

Hank scoffed as he took a seat at the bar, patting the seat next to him for Connor. “Don’t know what you need to be apologizing for, Squid.”

Squid--a name Cole, his son, used to call her when she babysat him. Before he passed, Rose would walk to Hank’s house whenever he was called in and take care of Cole for years. And whether it was in the dead of night or at midday, she would come with the hand-sewn squid Cole loved.

She still had that little stuffed squid on her nightstand.

Rose smiled at Hank’s comment, rolling her eyes playfully. After checking on the other customers, she went to offer Hank his usual, opening her mouth to speak — but then Connor shot out a hand beside him, nearly brushing her own fingers against the table.

“He won’t be drinking tonight,” Connor said. Rose raised an eyebrow.

A noise sounded in Hank’s throat, but then he swallowed it. Evidently, by the look Connor gave him, they had already discussed the matter.

“I tried,” Hank shrugged—and then sighed at Rose’s raised brows. “Only drinking on weekends, now.”

Apparently, Connor’s passing comments of them “working things out” with Hank’s drinking habits had proven true. Hank had seemed more sober lately, anyway. It was a nice improvement.

Rose grinned, genuinely happy for him. But, nonetheless, “So I won’t be seeing you around here that often, then?”

Hank nodded. “Yeah, thanks to this kid,”—he grabbed Connor’s shoulder again, and a smile pulled at both of their mouths. “But Sumo needs more lovin’, if you ever wanna come over to watch him while we’re out.”

At the mention of the old dog, Rose nodded enthusiastically. Hank only lived a few streets down from her, anyway, right by the docks—and the precious ball of fluff always needed more love.

Connor’s face went soft at the mention of Sumo, his eyes taking in Rose’s giddy expression with an odd look on his face. But then his LED quickly flashed yellow, and his face dropped.

“We came here to ask you something, Rose,” Connor said. And Hank, with the conversation having been steered back on track, grew somber.

“Yeah, Squid. We, ah . . .” Hank heaved a sigh, tapping his fingers on the table. Avoiding having to talk, most likely—which made Rose’s chest seize a bit.

When they asked Rose for information before, there was no hesitation to their questions. What was making Hank so quiet this time?

Rose watched a customer a few stools down drop some cash on the table as he exited and stepped over to him, collecting the change and grabbing the empty glasses before she turned to Connor and Hank completely.

“Well,” Hank continued, “we know a lot passes around through here, and we know you hear everything. . .” — which was true. Rose knew almost as many people as Hank did, having grown up in the outskirts of Detroit, and word tended to travel fast through tipsy mouths.

But this had already been established. At this point, Hank was stalling.

Likely sensing her unease, Connor’s LED flashed as he eyed her. He moved his hand to rest on top of hers, to soothe her.

If he noticed how her heartbeat sped up instead, he didn’t mention it.

“We need to know if you’ve been experiencing anything strange lately,” he said, and Rose’s heart rate immediately died down. “We . . . we have reason to believe that you are being followed.”

Rose froze completely, her jaw going slack. Her mind flicking to every instance the hair on her neck raised, every fleeing form she witnessed that somehow always behind her . . .

More than once recently, she had felt eyes on her. Watching. Waiting, silent, as she walked down the streets of Detroit.

Rose had thought it was her mere imagination.

“Yes,” Rose eventually blurted out, eyeing Connor’s hand. “I mean, no, I haven’t seen anyone, or heard anything. But . . .” A curl fell against her cheek as she tilted her head.

Eyes scrunching, Hank spoke up. “You think you’re being followed, kiddo?”

It took everything in her to force the words out--They’re cops, she reminded herself. They have to know this stuff.

“Yeah,” she admitted. “I . . . Sometimes a couple drunks stalk me, but only for a few minutes before giving up. But lately, I’ve been feeling like someone’s been watching me--the entire way home.” But then she shrugged, brushing it off. “But I haven’t spotted anyone, so it may be nothing.”

Connor tilted his head as his LED spun. “Human minds can pick up on subtle cues outside of their direct field of vision and not be completely aware of it,” he blurted. “You may be noticing someone’s gaze without actually seeing it. There is a chance your brain may be sending false alarms, but it’s still better to be cautious.”

Taking in the information, Rose’s eyes fell to Hank. “Why?” she asked. “I mean, what’s making you think I’m being followed?”

At that moment, Jimmy himself walked through the front door, the bell jingling and throwing Rose out of her thoughts. Her shift was up.

Hank clenched his jaw for a moment, considering.

It was Connor that spoke up in the silence. “We received photographs at the precinct the other day,” he breathed, lowering his voice. “Candid photos of people around the city.”

“And you were the main one,” Hank muttered. His eyes were cloudy, his face somber.

Rose felt her blood run cold.

From behind her, Jimmy clasped Rose on the shoulder and nodded to Hank in greeting. “I’ll take it from here,” he said. “You’re good to head on home.”

She didn’t move. She couldn’t, not when someone was taking pictures of her, following her, for some unknown reason--

“I’ll walk you home,” Connor spoke up, retracting his hand from hers and sliding off the bar stool. “Hank needs to finish up at the precinct, but I can stay with you.” In response, Hank nodded.

Rose let out a sigh of relief and nodded.

And so they left her to gather her things, Hank squeezing her forearm in a gentle farewell and Connor standing politely at the exitway. His LED didn’t stray from blue, even when he and Rose stepped into the winter night and the chill took over. Always bright, always flickering.

She wondered why he never decided to take it out.

For a few minutes, neither of them spoke, and Connor let Rose take the lead as he processed everything around them. Looking for clues, most likely.

But then she couldn’t stand the silence anymore, and she spoke up. “I heard there’s another RK model at the precinct,” she said, eyeing him as he glanced around through the snow. At her comment, his eyes flicked to her and he smiled, polite and cheerful.

Her stomach flipped again.

“His name is Corvus,” he said as they rounded another corner. “He’s my successor by three models--and he’s the last one, evidently.”

“The last one?” She thought there were more--there were around ten Connor models made, right?

“After the deviant uprising, CyberLife gave orders for every active RK unit to return to the Tower and be deactivated. The rest of my successors, save Nines, were all destroyed.” His voice was soft, quiet, and Rose noticed that he was rubbing his hands together--a nervous habit, she realized. Something he developed after the uprising.

Without thinking, Rose tugged on one of his hands and intertwined her fingers with his. For a second, his LED flashed--but then it faded back into its constant, soothing blue. She felt his hand squeeze back, if only for a moment, before she released her hold.

“Except Corvus,” she responded, pulling him out of his thoughts.

He nodded. “He was already deviated from his time at the Salt Lake City Police Department, and he came to Detroit a few days ago.”

“To meet you?”

Connor’s lip twitched. “To meet Markus.”

Oh. She should have assumed.

The tension between Markus and the general public had slowly settled over time, leaving Markus the ability to establish a community for deviants, just north of Detroit. It seemed that deviants were still flocking to him, even now.

“I think you’d like him,” he mused.

Rose was about to comment more--but then his LED sputtered into yellow, and he returned his attention to his surroundings as he processed. Looking for hints again--even though, oddly enough, there were none.

She stifled the nagging thought, that doubt that she had ever seen anything at all. Maybe it was just her mind playing tricks on her--Connor had brought up that idea as an option, anyway.

She remained quiet as Connor processed everything, completely content with just his company until they reached the front steps of the townhouse. This time, it was late enough that she was sure her father was asleep--something that made her heave a sigh of relief.

Connor remained on the sidewalk as Rose slowly climbed the steps, her feet nearly dragging. “Thank you,” she murmured, turning on her heel to face him. In return, Connor bowed his head.

For a moment, he said nothing, simply staring at her with an odd look on his face. But then his LED blinked all over again, and his expression slowly faded.

“Let me know if you ever need anything, Rose,” he said, so sincerely that her chest warmed. She nearly grinned at the way he said her name.

But she didn’t trust herself to speak, so she nodded, turning to unlock the door and slipping in with a small wave of farewell.

He called for her before she could close the door. “Come to the precinct tomorrow, during Hank’s break,” he requested. It was likely to meet Corvus, and she faltered a little at the idea of seeing Connor’s face on someone else--but it was he who asked her, and she couldn’t say no.

“Okay,” she said. “Tomorrow.”

Connor’s responding grin made her laugh.

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iwrite-sometimes · 4 years

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Family is thicker than blood

Chapter 3

Chapter 1 here Chapter two here

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Hank had to give back the picture, no matter how much he wished he could keep it. A lot of instabilities in his software happened when he looked at it, but mainly he just didn’t have a place to keep it and he could guess that Amanda’s reaction to it wouldn’t be good if she were to find it. So he kept the memory of the picture in his main processor and gave it back. Connor took the picture and looked at him. The android gave him a little sad smile and tapped his forehead. A ghost of a smile passed the child’s lips before he took the photo frame and hid it in Niles side of the room. Smart.

Connor apparently had to keep doing some schoolwork-Which was bullshit as the kid had been doing that the entire day-, so Hank went to prepare dinner and finish all he had left before Amanda came home.

Dinner was just as plain as everything else he’d cooked so far and Hank was glad he didn’t have to eat this shit. Poor kid. I’ll try and give him something he can actually taste soon.

His instabilities were increasing, after all, he shouldn’t be planning to disobey his owner, but his owner was just full of shit so he didn’t worry about it too much.

Amanda arrived and the meal came and went on a much more peaceful manner than before, and for that Hank was grateful. Once they were done, he had to take care of the dishes while Connor and Amanda had some ‘quality time’ together. He was sure this woman’s definition of quality time was not the same as the one his database was showing him. He couldn’t, no matter how much processing power he invested, picture this bitch Amanda playing with Connor or watching a movie with him. Hell, he doubted she could hold a conversation that wouldn’t end up with a distraught little boy. It was fair to say he was worried about this. He finished cleaning up so he decided to wait for Connor to finish outside the library. He then had to help the kid take a shower and get ready for bed.

He decided that standing next to the door would be the best, and if he adjusted his hearing a little to be able to listen to what was going on inside the room, well, nobody would know anyways. He heard some slow steps, like someone leisurely pacing the room. Going by the sound of them he could assume it was Amanda.

“Hmm. Start again. Let’s see if you are able to get it right this time.”

He heard Connor take a long shaky breath and in a shakier voice started talking.

“Phillip II introduced a new kind of i-infantry known as the Macedonian ph-phalanx. The tight formation of the Macedonian phalanx formed a wall of spears, which was considered nearly impermeable.” It was the first time Hank had heard Connor speak and he absolutely hated it. The way his breath hitched, his voice shook, the way his entire tone was just laced with fear and exhaustion made Hank’s blue blood boil.

“Impenetrable, Connor! How is an army supposed to be resistant to water!? Use your logic when reading if you cannot read the words correctly, or is that so hard to ask!?” A loud noise followed Amanda’s cool and harsh tone. Like something plastic hit wood with a sharp sound.

The android could hear the kid start crying silently. This is quality time for this bitch!? Hank’s systems were going haywire. He wanted to get in there and snatch the kid and just get him out of this place. He could see a little of static again out of the corner of his eye, he took a deep breath to ventilate his overheating components. He raised his fist and gently knocked on the door.

“Yes?” Amanda opened the door and stood there, looking at the android with a raised eyebrow. He couldn’t see Connor but he could hear the young boy’s soft crying.

“I’m sorry, ma’am. It is close to Connor’s bedtime and I wanted to know if I should get him ready.”

The woman was quiet for a minute, regarding Hank with an icy stare.

“You will never interrupt again, Rk400. You will wait outside until we are finished, have I made myself clear?”

“Absolutely, ma’am. I apologize.” If Hank were human, he would have had some other words for this woman, but he wasn’t, so he stayed silent. Amanda looked at the android for a moment longer, before slightly angling her body away from the door.

“Connor, bedtime. We shall continue tomorrow.” The sound of a book closing followed by eager little footsteps approaching the door. Connor was there, holding his plush dog close to his chest. He wasn’t crying anymore, but his movements were quick and he rushed to get out of the room, or to get away from his mother. Hank wasn’t sure which, but he could take a pretty good guess.

The android grabbed the little boy’s hand and moved to lead him out of here when Amanda spoke again.

“Hendrik, bedtime does not include any type of stories or infantile games before he goes to sleep. Your programing might push you to it, but Connor doesn’t need to loose time in such a ridiculous fashion.”

“Yes, ma’am. Have a good night.” Hank wished he could tell this woman exactly what he wanted, but those were probably words Connor didn’t need to learn for a long time. He lead the boy to his room to get ready.

Connor’s room had a little ensuite, which would make calming down the boy a lot easier. Once they were inside the bathroom, Hank picked Connor up and placed him in the big counter next to the sink. His little face was flushed by crying and he had tear tracks in his cheeks. The android grabbed a small cloth from a drawer and soaked it with warm water. It was kind of useless giving the fact that Connor had to take a shower anyways, but Hank thought this could help calm him a little.

He gently cleaned the boy’s face and watched as Connor uncurled himself with his soft movements. His breathing calmed a little and his eyes were not watery anymore.

“There, that’s better. Right, kiddo?” Connor gave a small nod while looking at the android.

“Tell you what. Why don’t we choose some nice PJ’s and then you can take a warm shower so you can get some rest.” The boy nodded and both approached the wardrobe in the room. Connor opened a different side of it that Hank hadn’t seen yet. He took out some pajamas and went back into the bathroom. After Hank confirmed that the boy could take a shower by himself, he told him he was going to wait right outside the door just in case he needed him. He cranked his hearing a little just in case.

A while later, Connor came out of the bathroom sporting the pajamas he picked. They were different from the ones he was using that morning but were equally big on him. The legs dragged and the sleeves went pass his hands.

“Aren’t those a little too big for ya, kid? I can look for other ones.”

Connor shook his head and lifted a little hand to point to his brother’s bed. Connor was wearing Nile’s pajamas.

“Alright, as long as you’re comfortable it’s cool.”

Hank took the boy back to the bathroom so he could dry his hair. He found one of those modern things to dry hair and did a quick search on how to use it. Eh, it looked easy enough. He sat Connor back on the counter and notice the little annoyed face he had.

“Don’t like this thing?” Connor shook his head. “I’ll be fast, ok? Promise.”

He didn’t want the boy to be uncomfortable, but he also knew he couldn’t sleep in wet hair. According to what he found on this hair drier it was supposed to work fast, so he was hoping that was true.

Connor placed his hands on both ears to block out the noise while Hank dried his hair. They were done fast and he took the boy back to his room. Hank thought that the fact the boy’s mother had forbidden him from telling the kid a story before bedtime was complete bullshit, but as he was quickly learning, most of the stuff this woman did were complete bullshit. He would think of a way in which he could go around this order while he was on his charging port. He wouldn’t disobey it, he would just…stretch it a little, see how it goes.

He pulled back the covers and picked the kid up. Once he was all set he pulled the covers on top of him and couldn’t help but to tuck him in, making sure he was all warm. Connor was still holding his little dog and looking at the android closely.

“All set?”

The kid nodded and Hank intended on turning the lights off and leaving the child for some much needed rest, but something in his processor stirred. He didn’t know what it was, but it warmed his core in a fuzzy way, not like he overheating, this was something different. Giving into the impulse, Hank raised a hand to ruffle the brown curls on the boy’s head and then placed a gently kiss on his forehead. He heard a small gasp coming from Connor and for a minute he was afraid he had overstepped with the kid. He pulled back a little and the next thing he knew, he had an armful of little boy.

He held Connor close until the kid pulled back to look at him.

“D-do you remember now?” Connor’s voice was quiet but full of hope.

Remember? Was he supposed to remember something? The confusion must have been clear on his face, but the boy didn’t seem to mind. Connor hugged him back, burying his face in the crook of the android’s neck.

“It’s ok. You’ll remember. Nines told me that you will.” Connor said that with such force that Hank wished he could remember whatever he had forgotten only to make this little boy happy. He felt some warm tears wetting his neck and moved to sit fully in the bed.

“Hey, now. It’s ok. You’re ok. Shhh.” The android pulled the kid in his lap so he could hold him properly and started rubbing his little back.

“I missed you a lot, Hank.” Tears kept coming from the boy and it completely broke Hank’s metaphorical heart. He didn’t know how long he was gone from the first time Amanda became his owner until now, but judging by Connor’s reaction, he was gone long enough.

He pulled the kid back a little and wiped the tears off his cheeks. He continued to rub his back to calm him down.

“Hey now, it’s ok kiddo. I’m here now. Not leaving any time soon, alright?” He held the boy for a little longer and gently tucked him back in bed.

“Try to get some sleep, bud. Long day, you must be wrecked. Get some rest. I’ll be here tomorrow, promise.” Connor nodded a little and nuzzled into the blankets with his plush back in his arms. Hank smiled warmly and ruffled his hair one more time.

“G’night kid.”

Connor closed his eyes and Hank moved towards the door. He turned the lights off and just as he was leaving the room, he heard a small voice say “I’m really glad you’re back” before the kid was completely out.

Hank felt that same warm feeling deep inside his core. He couldn’t explain him but this little boy made him feel things he wasn’t programed to feel. Technically, he wasn’t programed to feel anything. Period.

Heading back to the laundry room, Hank passed by Amanda’s bedroom. He could hear the TV on but didn’t pay any mind to it and continue his way until he heard the news anchor say something about androids. He stopped next to the door and tried to listen.

“Earlier today, the android representative, the AX400 named Kara, had a series of meetings with the city representatives. They keep discussing the topics of equal rights towards all androids and the liberation of any android still within their programing that may be kept captive by their former owners. Kara and President Warren are expected to have a meeting at the end of the month to discuss further issues. For the moment, androids have been recognized as sentient beings and laws are being issued to protect the integrity of-”

The sound stopped abruptly and Hank began moving again in case Amanda found him snooping about here. Androids were free now? That didn’t make much sense, why would they need that? And how did it even happen? Deviant his mind supplied. He vaguely remembered that word, but didn’t know much more about it. Androids broke their programing. They had rights now, not a lot of them, but they were not slaves anymore. He really didn’t know how to feel about that.

Hank got to his port and didn’t go into stasis immediately. The bitch, Amanda said that he had to be at the port once Connor was in bed, but she didn’t say he had to go into stasis, so he started thinking about all that happened so far.

So much had happened in just one day. It was kind of hard for him to wrap his head around it. First it was the fact that Hank apparently had two different memory swipes. One before he first came to work at the Stern house and the other one recently. He had no idea what had happened that needed him to have his memory erased and he didn’t know how much time he was missing in between these swipes. But even with him having all his memories erased, he could feel things that he shouldn’t. Something like a gut feeling but a lot deeper. Like he knew things within his core but didn’t remember them correctly.

Then there was Amanda. Boy was she a piece of work. All of his programs were conflicted in this part. His original programing wanted to kill report her for child mistreatment. It was clearly a common thing for Connor to feel so uneasy around his mother. The way she treated the boy was downright abusive and would warrant at least an investigation. He knew he couldn’t do anything like that, if not for anything else than his programing stopping him. But there was also the subject of Connor. This shy and quiet little boy that managed to warm Hanks systems with a single smile. Connor made him feel things he shouldn’t be capable of feeling. He wanted to protect this child, take him away from this horrid place and show him a home. He didn’t know what that was exactly, but he was sure he was more qualified to do it than this kid’s “mother” at least.

The android liberation was another issue. He had no idea that was happening in the city. He remembered the technician being nervous about the revolution when he was in the lab, but he had no idea that had already happened. It was technically illegal for Amanda to own him; he was a person now by the looks of it. He could report her he supposed, but all his thought went back to Connor. That kid needed him more than he could imagine. Hank wouldn’t leave Connor and that was clear as hell for him. He supposed he could run with Connor, if he broke his code. He had seen a bunch of software instabilities appear in his HUD, but he could still tell he wasn’t deviant.

What the hell would I do with a kid in the streets?

If they ran away, what then? Connor was human and Hank might be a person in the eyes of the law now, but that didn’t mean they were gonna hand him a human child just like that. Even if he could proof that Amanda was abusing the boy, they would probably just be taken into foster care or some shit and Hank wouldn’t allow that. Niles was also an issue. Sure, the android didn’t know him, but every time he looked at the picture of the three of them in his mind something inside him stirred. He could feel it that they had been very close at a time. Connor looked to be really close to his brother too, so he couldn’t expect the kid to just abandon him. So, he planned.

There wasn’t much to do except wait. He would bide his time and see what his possibilities were. He would try and break his programing without alerting Amanda and then pretend things were fine. Then he would try and make this kid’s life a little better without the pull of his programing in the way. He’d try and gather as many resources as he could and have them ready as a plan B, just in case that one day they would have to just up and leave. He had three months at the most to secure a plan and get it moving. Amanda would be taking him to get his programing checked in that time, so he had to act fast before she noticed what he was planning.

That was really all he could think about. There was not much more to do. He remembered the glitches from earlier. He could remember something about Connor crying and then nothing more. He didn’t know what happened precisely, but he wasn’t programed with investigative purposes for nothing. He knew they had installed some type of software to stop him from deviating. He supposed the glitches were due to that thing being in his program. So he would test it.

It was easy to do it now, his instructions were to not move until he had to get Connor up, so just by trying to move he saw that big red wall. He blinked a little and saw a string of code that was near him. It was an unknown code, the anti-deviancy program. Gotcha. Hank tried to touch the code but could feel his systems going haywire so he just left it. The android placed a hand in the wall and pushed lightly. He assumed that the code would act against any violent actions. He kept an eye on the code and put a little more pressure on the wall. He could feel it buzz and after a while he heard a crack. It was small, almost unnoticeable. Hank decided to leave it for now, he didn’t want the code to detect his intentions and start a reboot again. He would do a little push at the time, maybe he could break it like that. If he didn’t manage it by the end of the week, he would think of something else.

For now, he stored his plans in his back processor just in case and went into stasis. He would protect these kids even if it killed him.

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deviationdivine · 5 years

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Be The One Destroyed (RK900!Prompt Request)

TLDR: When your ex makes an unexpected appearance Nines decides to show you what you really mean to him...

Word Count: 4.4k

TW: Fluff to Smut, Language, Mentions of Abuse

A/N: Follower/Reader Appreciation Drabble | Prompt: “Ice King? More like spice king.” - @tropfenlady request! Here we go baby! Thanks for putting in your prompt request! Could it be fluffy/protective Nines? It just might be!

I'll never see what you wanted, love

RK900′s protocols are state of the art. He analyzes data at utmost accuracy. Sampling DNA at crime scenes are much more proficient than this burning sensation he feels. Deep in his artificial gut a fire spreads. This inferno is agitating. Furthermore it melts a perpetually stoic facade into heated anger. Showing emotions is not part of his repertoire. Deviancy is a means of feeling. He does so. Others do not need to see it for their pleasure however.

Curiosity is an abomination of this human race. While adept at integration just as his predecessor it hardly means he wishes to “chit-chat” with these fools.

Does it stop his interest in you? An officer who works quiet but diligent filing piles of paperwork. At first he assumed you were simply another typical leech such as Gavin Reed. Most do not seem to take proper consideration of time management. It would seem they are not actually working as detectives in a precinct.

Nines’ attitude does not make easy conversation. Yet that did not stop you conversing with him. The first time he imagined you somehow mistook him for Connor despite several glaring clues to the contrary. To say this stern android was taken aback at your genuine interest to converse with him is - frankly undesirable.

Or so he thought – until he spies you one afternoon in presence of another man during a lunch break. Enjoying such at a cafe located several blocks from DPD, Nines similarly found himself in the area following a locally reported incident. He took notice easily through shop window.

Something stilled him where he would otherwise continue without distraction. Witnessing your downcast exterior, lips drooped and not that insufferable smile he replays to memory. There is an odd atmosphere surrounding your company. Unwanted company from body language and RK900 is equipped with all the latest technologies. Reading humans is part of his programming but you-you are…different.

The android also does not like another male around you. He sneered, entering shop without a care. Eyes glued to him instantly. A tall imposing figure standing out in white stepping foot in an all human establishment will create a circus for them. He scoffed before deciding to interrupt your ‘date.’

You were the one rising from seat. Not giving him a chance to come over but practically hurrying to reach him.

Nines’ indicator became a glow of amber. Deciphering your actions only seemed to be more difficult. It makes him uncomfortable. Is that the correct word for this strange feeling cast inside his gut?

“Nines!” You smile automatically washing away whatever anxiety is left in your body. Seeing him spurs life into you, warm and safe.

“Detective,” he greets curtly. “You are needed back at the station.”

Blatantly the android lies. He glowers at the back of the man who does not turn around. Merely sitting with hunched shoulders but presumably listening. His death glare snaps away from your unknown companion under a snag of your hand. Fingers dance at the cuff of his sleeve. Warm digits brush atop synthetic skin as you pull him back outside. The event comes to haunt his system. There is something uneasy surrounding you but it is not due to him.

He casts a look back into cafe. Seemingly aware of the culprit it may not be as he suspected after all. “Is there something you require?”

“Is that how you’re always going to talk to me?” Poking at his chest under that emblazoned RK900, you can’t help grinning up at him. His face holds this permanent resting bitch face. You’d like to kiss it right into submission if you’re being honest. Still, android Darcy is at his finest playing hard to get in genial conversation.

Nines’ eyes shift down. Fingers catch in his before pulling away and he feels how stiff you freeze. Your eyes float up to his and he gently allows freedom to your soft hand.

Clearing your throat isn’t cutting it. What was that? Can’t tell if he was annoyed that you poked him or-?

“You’re not very sociable are you, Nines?”

The playful tone suggests you are teasing. Perhaps flirting would be an appropriate alternative. A tiny smirk curls lips but he forces them to a line just as quickly.

“I am programmed for sociability if it is required of me,” he bites back. “Perhaps you would prefer Connor’s demeanor for idle conversation.” Part of his statement is a test to see if you hold interest outside this vexing meeting inside cafe.

Is that jealousy? Please. Please, let your ice king be jealous. That’d be so good. “Um, don’t get me wrong. I love Connor. He’s just a cute bunny. One that can rip my head off but… So could you. Probably worse. But I prefer your company - Ice King.’

Letting it roll off your tongue for the first time leaves no shame. You hope it riles him just a little bit.

While the android does not show his hand it does exactly what you wish. He believed this is the moment he gives you proper permission to approach him more. While he does not elaborate or confess any strange sensation building up in him, Nines unfortunately does not realize what you need from this cordial relationship.

“Perhaps if you paid proper attention none of this would have happened!” Invoking frustrations to the end results of this case leaves Nines in a state of fury. A simple apprehension would have been by the book and most assuredly productive. If it were not for your senseless distractions!

“Shoot me for having a bad day once in my life!” Shouting back in his face only amplifies stress. You feel it piling on some days. This-this is not helping!

Why does he have to be the one to say it’s a fuck up? Why can’t someone else do it? Why not Connor for once?! Just let the very android that you’re growing so goddamn attached to be the one to crush you in his bare hands.

Those hands could do unspeakable things. Oh, how sure you are. Too bad fantasizing at work doesn’t get you past this friendship. Is it even that? Sometimes you wonder why you bother!

“Suffering what you refer to as a ‘bad day’ is not an excuse!”

You seize to the spot. Having to listen to this is too much. “You know what Nines!?”

“Pray do tell!” He snarls. Leaning closer, eyes sweeping over you as if prey ready to be caught on a live hook.

Something stirs in your stomach that hasn’t taken over in a while. It’s not good. It just makes you feel sick. You shrink back from him. All too aware that your flighty reaction will only make you look worse.

“Never mind,” you whisper quietly. Anger dissipates too quickly not to cause a swirl in his indicator. He is scanning isn’t he? As if you asked for that or-or him to latch on.

Is he truly attached? No. You continue to work frustrated with how easy it is to fall. When his attitude is hardly pleasant most times with others around why do you continuously go for the asshole type? Depends which type but-but maybe it isn’t fair to compare. Honestly there is nothing at all to compare. He wouldn’t…

The android snaps straight at your abrupt departure. His gaze glues to you until there is no more hesitation.

Something drives this advanced android to follow. Unaware of how much this will change things. Perhaps unaware of how much is to change. No. He does know. The RK900 wants you.

Slamming locker door only rings in ears causing your pounding headache to worsen. Banging your hand into the metal surface won’t cure it but it will make you feel better. Just beat something in since that was such a great way for that motherfucker to do when he-

A sob chokes. Coming fast along with your slide down to bench you land in a huff. Isn’t it enough that work gets to you sometimes? Added personal drama doesn’t help nerves and insecurities.

God. You were so over this. Just because that son of a bitch starts popping up again. He blew the city a long time ago while you were still a weak wisp compared to now. You work at the damn DPD. If you wanted to you could punch that bastard in the throat and he wouldn’t be able to take you down. Not like he used to knock you down…

“Y/N?”

Your head snaps up. Realizing your current state is on full display to the last person you want to see you fall. What is he doing? Did he need to add more to a list of offenses you perpetrated today? According to him the list must be a mile long.

“I heard you already, Nines. I don’t want…”

“I am sorry,” the android interrupts firmly. Can you stop speaking for one minute?! “Is that not what you wanted to hear?”

Wanted to hear because what? He doesn’t mean it?

You get up. Finding inner strength is easy. “Oh, that’s funny. I thought you actually wanted to come down here and apologize. Not tell me what I want to hear as if I’m some…!”

Nines’ fingers snag around your wrist. Pulling you slowly to him, he narrows steely ice searching for a true answer now. “Why were you crying?”

Zero hostility floods his voice. He genuinely wants to know. Why tell anyone? Why not tell anyone? At least tell the android…man…that you’ve fallen in love with.

“Do you remember the cafe that one day?”

An unnecessary question, he finds, for a prototype who stores information. However, he nods without adding more words that may upset you further.

“That man at my table,” you explain disgusted. “Who I didn’t want to sit down? My ex.”

Ex? As in ex partner. RK900′s lip twitches nearly curling a sneer.

“Just kind of popped back around. Another reason why I wasn’t exactly focused today.” Where does this bastard get the gall anyway? As if you’re that stupid? Anybody who goes back to that type of situation is just beyond getting out. “I just - want to not have to see that scumbag. After what he…”

Nines does not have need for an elaboration. Flinching away from him previously offers insight into residual trauma. It would appear this so-called ex laid hands upon you at one time.

“Y/N,” his voice softens. Uncharacteristically he allows the facade to fall entirely for you. “I would never harm you.”

Tears run freely in a river of personal woes. Problems should be hidden in some capacity while working. Have a bit more self respect for yourself why don’t you? You find a small laugh suits.

Fingers brushing streaks off your cheek is unexpected but not unwanted. For a haughty one he sure makes your heart thud.

“OK.” Trusting him is easy because he’s different. Even if he is a smug hardass, Nines is something special. “Ice King.”

The RK900′s brow creases sharply at such an endearment. He scoffs. How strange and beautiful you are.

I was the one that you needed, love

Snowflakes never looked prettier dotting his head of rich dark hair. Resembling dollops of whip cream atop steamy cocoa it sure touched your sweet tooth. Craving his lips is nothing new. They do know how to zap breath right out from your lungs. Lately you’ve been really craving him and not just those spicy make outs.

Maybe it’s time to take this to another level? Dating Nines is definitely a roller coaster, a safe one that won’t derail any moment. Doesn’t mean it’s dull by any stretch.

Who would’ve thought you’d wind up falling for a chiseled, pompous prince? He meets all those standards and more.

Grabbing his hand is perfect since he clearly hates PDA. In this frigid atmosphere he does not disentangle. He heats up those systems just a bit. His fingers are warmer now against your chilled digits. Mister advancement likes showing off subtlety.

“Is this necessary?” he huffs impatiently.

“Don’t tell me my big, strong android is afraid of a little snow.” Teasing relentlessly produces such a smolder. Nines can ravage you with his eyes alone. They are so beautiful. Silver chimes tinkle goose bumps all over your body. “You’re not going to melt, Nines. Unless you suddenly became the wicked witch of-”

The android halts you. Sweeping an arm around your waist drags you to him. For this moment he will forget the derision he holds for public display. The more you move your mouth the more Nines wants to devour the curve of lips.

Breath hitches divinely and his eyes are fire. “Ice King? More like spice king.”

Leaning up on toes settles you directly against his warmth. His lips melt softer than snow. Into yours, savoring and teasing with teeth as he nips your bottom lip for access. Willingly parting lips for his tongue sends you somewhere distant.

For being against PDA he certainly is holding snug to you middle of snowfall. Dotting atop your figures, creating a frosty cocoon and this is the warmest you will ever be.

“Y/N?!”

Breaking the kiss prematurely wipes away this cozy moment. Dropping down on level after leaning to exceptionally tall boyfriend attention falls to one witness that inherently makes your blood run cold. You shift towards Nines instinctual and also a means to prevent something happening.

You already know this is not going to go well. The tension in Nines’ arm is clear beneath your fingers. Still you squeeze in hopes he will not kill someone.

“It is you.” Your ex laughs a bit before nodding at the android. “Who’s this guy?”

“Who do you presume I am?” The RK900 detaches from you with a snarl on his breath.

“Wait, a minute. You’re an android?” Squinting at the LED glowing in the snow your ex couldn’t help laughing. It was particularly gut busting. “Are you fucking kidding? You’re with a goddamn android? Wow. How low can you go? I mean, I always knew you were a hard up, worthless…”

Before another word drops from his breath Nines has him slammed into the nearest chain link fence. It comes so swift there is no reaction time.

“Nines!” You move quickly over snow. Trying not to slide on any unsuspecting ice this is just great!

“I will gladly rip the tongue from your throat!” The android growls ferociously.

“Let go. Nines, just don’t. It’s not worth it!” Is he even listening? No! He’s not listening! As much as you hate this piece of shit you don’t want anybody to have their limbs ripped out of sockets. There is no doubt Nines could do it effortlessly. “Nines…please!”

Drawing his gaze to you relinquishes the flood of rage in his system. Stress levels are higher than normal. For you he will do anything and if you do not wish him to pulverize this leech so be it.

“If I ever see you near Y/N again,” the android twists his collar threateningly. “I will destroy you. Do I make myself clear? You pathetic worm?”

“Y-yeah! I-I won’t bother Y/N. I won’t!”

Nines wrenches him clear of fence. Boosting him along makes the human stumble but he continues a speedy exit. “Shall I escort you home now, My Flower?”

You shake your head. He’s not going to say a word about what just happened? “I swear to God, Nines!”

I was the one when you needed love

Throwing a coat down doesn’t stop your nerves. Everything’s haywire when things were just fine. Of course it goes south. What else did you expect?

“You should not have stopped me from squashing that pathetic insect.”

Just what you want to do is argue, right? Twisting around, you watch him drape long black coat and pull sleeves up forearms. The black sweater is snug definitely warm to look at. Eyeing his arms through material does offer a pleasing sight.

Let it be known you are attracted to strong forearms. Make that strong everything. Never would’ve guessed while dating that scum years ago. “It wasn’t worth doing. Besides, aren’t you supposed to be a detective? We both are.”

Incessantly stubborn you are for a morsel he desires on his artificial tongue. He says nothing. Moving towards you is all the words he will speak.

A shiver runs teasingly down spine. Nines’ wolfish gleam makes you weak in the knees. Already he is there sweeping you against his hard body. You have nothing to protest just succumb.

Lips on lips, hands clawing, pinching; his teeth nibble your earlobe sending a wave straight between legs.

“I want you,” he hisses into the grind of your hips. “I will show you how precious you are.”

“Nines,” a whimper crawls up throat.

He too crawls, slithers cool fingers between your legs. Swiping delicately, his eyes train upon your face. Watching eyelids droop for him in surrender and he pushes your knees apart.

All that DNA sampling you witnessed him do never prepares you for how smooth his tongue actually is. Running up your slick trembles sweetly through your body. Your hips rock on this wave. Reaching to pull at the hem of your shirt to get it off while your android boyfriend goes down on you so passionately it’s about to get interesting.

“Oh. Oh! Nines!”

His head lifts at the frantic grab of his hair. He removes his fingers from their deep stroke. “Do you want me to stop yet, Little Bite?”

“No. I want you to come up here.” Reaching down for him nothing stops his slink up your figure to oblige. He pauses before making any move to kiss. You watch him shift to unbuckle dark jeans and completely shed himself of any remaining garments. Biting your lip is the only thing you can think to do when appraising him.

Cyberlife designers must be perverts because he’s delicious.

You laugh when he grabs onto your hips. Cupping his face drags him into you for a sweet kiss. There is still the essence of you inside hot mouth. You moan past his lips, shifting legs to give him access.

His thick waist welcomes the squeeze of your thighs. Welcoming him in return, wanting his torso between legs for all eternity. You come undone, naturally accepting him sinking up to the hilt in all of his thick glory.

Your head falls back.

The android lies heavily against your heat. Creak of the mattress beneath your supine form a soundtrack stuck in his audio processors. A naturally human aura to find in a bed with you sprawled, naked and unafraid of his android exterior. Instead you plead for him and Nines aims to deliver.

“Please,” begging him to move is futile. Peering up into his eyes they are silvery wisps, morphing a glacial hideaway for a mere mortal loved by power itself. Swiping hands along his hips you can’t help but tease that modeled perfection. Even his ass is a sculpted wonder.

Digging fingers there into the flesh finally gets his hips moving. You sigh. Wrapped up in how good he feels shuts thoughts off to the world.

Those hands are to die for. Clutching in sweeps and drawing you further down to deepen this tantalizing connection. Nines curls fingers beneath your thigh. Forcing your leg up props the limb against his shoulder opening you up further for his pleasurable snap.

Your lips part breathless. The more he fucks into you the more you lose whatever worries plague the heart. This is more than that. This is all you want.

“N-Nines, please.”

“I want to hear you say it.” The android groans delectably within your clenching walls.

“I-I’m going to…”

“Not yet,” he hisses, snapping his body.

A sculpted piece he hovers serene in his shivering euphoria. Experiencing this rush through his system overheats but coolant releases itself automatically to stifle this burn. His advancement allows for many things.

Tonight he will simply show you what these inane emotions have done to him. They are as real as this deviancy but never more true than you are.

Protesting any upcoming ideas is farthest from mind. Questioning your android lover might not end well for this night. Depending on how one from an outside perspective views this relationship. They may think so. Not you, never you because an unwell end means the most satisfying, spirit rendering fuck you will ever receive. In your life he makes you like a cloud floating on horizons distant, euphoric in cosmic heavens.

Gladly your body responds as he grips onto your hips. Hoisting up from where you lie on back, your arms drop around his neck. His eyes lock onto yours glimmering.

“Oh,” you huff against his lips. “God, Nines.”

He moves with your body attached to his. Carrying you center of bed as his knees sink into mattress under weight of a muscled plastic frame; he is alive, precious to your heart. Bringing you down atop his lap now rests your bodies in a comfortable entanglement. Wrapping legs around adjusts you better onto his hard body. Despite that inner shell his synthetic skin is creamy.

Caressing him with lips is a dream become reality. Often imagining what he might taste like. Kissing the broad curve of his shoulder doesn’t disappoint. There is something too natural about androids. Honestly it gets things going even more.

His hips move up into you as he groans sharply into your collar. Such a beautiful sound rumbles deep from that chest you dig nails to. Swirling a thumb to circle the android’s nipple heightens his growl. The sound gets you off better. Knowing he feels everything just as you do. This is beautiful. He is a beautiful being and you rock hips to swallow him whole.

The android grazes teeth along your flesh. Nibbling at your skin he takes time to flick tongue over each mark he imprints. Causing your moans to heighten, his fingers dig into your hips hard and possessive.

“Mmm. Yes. Nines, you’re so good to me.”

Slipping in with you brightens a smile. Tugging at your swollen lips, snuggling into him you do not fear rejection. Where he began cold he warms you every night. You completely come into contact with this muscled android. He allows you just as he allows this peace.

Others might find it strange. Smug Nines with his penchant to turn nose up at most people whether they are android or human. Hardly matters when he has the indifference against the world. With you though? This man is the best lover you ever had. Not just when it comes to his bedroom skills, which are plenty amazing. He is just strength, sheltering and today proved that.

Whisking you off after running into your old ex. Nines barely managed out of that without murdering the asshole. Upset after did no good but this-this is everything.

“Are you well after our session?”

An uncontrollable giggle slips out. Who calls it that?! Oh, you love him.

Everything stands still battling these fantasies of the mind. This is reality. Finally being together this way but does he mimic those very words desiring escape? Confessing may ruin it all. Always a story told with you the main character; you twist away to break transparency untold. How it shines so brightly in your eyes. He will read it then. Only thing left is turning a cheek to the one. An android of all beings in the world.

Silence does not bode well for an android as meticulous as Nines. He shifts. Silver sparkles in glacial heat making your entire body fidget. Soft rustling of blankets, sheets do little to hide.

“I love you, Nines,” professing undoes the world.

Inside his space you feel mighty. A shield cast of steel not once dented even though you most certainly were before. He comes as a crystal knight riding the palest steed. He is a handsome prince not of sunshine or rainbows no not he; one of pursed lips, naturally harsh brows. Never is he harsh with you. Power that can crush in those wonderful, large hands if he so chose.

He chooses to grip, caress and fondle you into oblivion. Ecstasy pours from fingers, wine spills from his smooth lips; your heart cannot stand it.

“I’m sorry if you…” Shuddering breath slips your tongue at cool fingers. Gently kissing skin of cheek, strokes to calm erratic thrums of your heartbeat. Does he realize that will not work? Touch alone arouses wonders in you that never rose to the surface until this.

He makes you feel wanted. He makes you feel worth. You deserve actual love and protection. Why did it take so long to find?

The android does not speak. Simply using action to seal an oath as he already did by taking you every which way you desired. Many more ways will come. Many other times he will make stars come alive in the hues of your eyes that capture his human side. Deviancy will be his to share.

Nines captures soft lips. Hungrily he cages your form pressing beneath his sturdy frame. The tangle of your leg with his sends a delicious shudder in an otherwise unsettled shell. He cracks under sweet pressure of you.

“Nines,” a number craved mumbles wet.

Vibrating on the android’s tongue flicking against yours does not end this affection. While he pleasured you any way you asked it’s still amazing to feel those edges go soft. Kisses with him can be ravenous but also sweet. This is a mixture of both sides. Two coins clink together in harmony.

The RK900 does not shun your confessional. He does not detach because it is too late. You are part of his circuitry. Lifeblood of thirium could not power his existence more. Even if he bled every ounce Nines will continue to function…live for you.

Resting forehead against yours, drawing fingers to dust gorgeous curves, tracing delicate. He will show you that nothing will come to tarnish your beauty again. None will touch you, inflict harm upon you without swift retribution.

“I love you as well,” the android reveals in your shared solitude. “I will always protect you. My Flower.”

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Can’t Help Falling In Love

Pairing: Gavin Reed x RK900 (Richard/Nines)

A/N: Tina Chen is my fav lesbian. Also, guess I ship reed900 now,,,

Summary: It’s Tina’s wedding and Gavin has Richard as his date.

Word count:2170

“Ladies and gentlemen give it up for our newlyweds, Nora, and Tina Chen!”

Gavin cheered when he saw his long-time friend finally enter with her bride, both danced to the music that played and had the world’s shiniest smile on their faces. Happiness practically radiated off them.

He felt himself smile unwillingly. “You look positively cheerful, detective.” It was the same cool voice he grew used to, albeit a bit more empathetic now. Gavin’s grin grew wider, “Damn right I am, my girl made it.”

He turned to Nin- Richard and saw him smile back at him, “Yes, I suppose Officer Chen has ‘made it’. Her Dopamine, serotonin, and oxytocin levels are off the charts.” Gavin let out an amused scoff and knitted his brows together, still grinning.

“You can drop the formalities ya know? We are at a wedding.” He muttered and Richard’s LED turned yellow at the statement. The android gave him a blank stare then nodded slowly. They looked back to the women of the hour. They giggled together and stood by each other as another song started to play, Gavin immediately recognized it.

“The newlyweds will now have their first dance.” The man announced, Tina and Nora faced each other and got into position.

Wise men say, only fools rush in

The first verse began and with it, they moved, they twirled and danced while looking into each other’s eye with what he could assume was unconditional love. Now Gavin wouldn’t consider himself to be a sappy man, nope, no fucking way.

But, this. This was somehow so touching and soul-stirring for him. Seeing one so devoted to another that they probably the rest of the world exists, fuck. He wanted that, he wanted to be an absolute fool that got pampered with love and adoration. He would never admit it though

“Gavin. You zoned out, are you alright?” This brought him out of his little bubble, the song had ended, and Richard looked at him with worry. Richard. He was his date for the night, just his companion, his coworker that agreed to be his ‘date’. It was sad, it was pathetic, but it beat being alone on your best friend’s wedding. Or so he thought.

“Yeah, yeah-” He froze when he realized it. Had he just called him by his name? “Gavin?”

There he went again. Gavin shook his thoughts off, he asked him to be casual, why the hell did that make his mind foggy? It didn’t matter. “Yeah, uh, I’m good.” He shrugged.

It was time for him to give his man of honor speech, and saying he was a wreck was an understatement. The wedding had been so wholesome so far, he didn’t want to ruin Tina’s perfect vision. He sighed as he listened to Nora’s maid of honor’s speech, it was quite emotional, as in he could see the women tearing up. He felt slightly bad for finding it a bit funny.

“Are you anxious, Gavin?” was Richard’s sudden, quiet question.

“No. Why?” He wasn’t going to confide in him.

“Well, your heartbeat keeps increasing as your turn nears. Your palms are slightly shaking and a bit sweaty. It seems as if you are afraid.” He said it in his usual monotone voice like he was stating simple facts.

Gavin snorted, “Huh, me? Scared? No fucking way.”

“You do realize I am an advanced model that can detect lies, right?” Richard said with a smirk, an actual fucking smirk. He felt his heart skip a beat, but he quickly regained his composure. What the fuck was that.

“Your heartbeat does not have a usual beat either, it seems like your terrible caffeine addiction is taking its toll. You should seek medical attention.” The man with steel-eyes said and went back to looking around. The bridesmaid had finally finished her speech. Gavin got up slowly and looked around, everyone was here.

Hank, tin c- Connor, Chris, hell, even the captain was here, and other friends from work. Not that he cared, this was cool, cool, cool, cool-

“Gavin.” Again, the man snapped him out of it, this time it was different though. His soft hand touched his rough one. “Breath. I am sure Tina will appreciate what you have to say.”

His words were simple, and his touch was gentle. It was weird, they had been partners for a while and while he kinda liked him before, he never really let him get this close. Now that he did, he couldn’t help but wish he could stay like this and shit, he didn’t like where his mind was going.

He snatched his hand and just went to where the microphone was, not responding to what Richard said at all. He pulled out his speech and sighed.

“Hey uh, Good evening everyone.” He started, “Hope everyone’s having a good time,” He heard someone woo in the back of the room. “Well for those of you that know me from work, I am shit-bag Gavin.” He heard someone chuckling, probably agreeing with him, Tina smiled.

“Well, I am also Tina’s friend. I’ve known her for over 10 years now and I… couldn’t be happier for her. I remember eating shitty ramen and watching her get ready for her big date, freaking out over how her shoe looked or how her hair wasn’t good. I remember her coming back and looking like she had the time of her life.”

He went on and told some other stories of their relationship and him being their favorite third wheel. How Nora turned out to be allergic to cats and had to be rushed to the hospital the moment she set foot into their apartment. How Nora popped a Champaign bottle and the cork flew directly into Tina's face, hitting her eye. She wore a black eyepatch for a while.

Tina looked at her wife and held her hand, kissing it softly. “I think what makes those two goofballs perfect is how they came through for each other. Always supported one another. Some things are meant to be, and those are definitely one of them.” He paused and looked at the couple, “I wish the best for the both of you, you deserve it.”

“I am glad I got to be a part of your special day, it’s uh- an honor.” Fuck, he didn’t mean to stutter. Wait what was he going to say? He looked back to his paper, but he couldn’t focus, shit, shit, shit.

“Uh,” he gulped and looked around, everyone was still looking at him. Richard did too, he smiled at him and gave him a thumps-up. He closed his eyes for one second, collecting his thoughts. He opened them again, picked up the glass next to him and raised it.

“Let’s all raise a glass to our newlyweds.” And they did, some clapped and wooed. He gave the couple a quick hug and went back to his seat, his heart was finally slowing down.

“You were great.” Said, Richard. He felt his cheeks heat up a bit, “Yeah, I know.” He tried to shrug it off. “hmm, of course, you do.” Came Richard’s sarcastic remark.

Time passed and couples were dancing to the slow song that played. Gavin and Richard were still sitting in their place, the prior man was observing everyone; they seemed to have fun. Even Connor was out there on the dance floor.

“Wouldn’t you like to dance, Gavin?” Richard finally said as he fixed his tux. Gavin rolled his eyes, “You don’t have to fucking pity me okay? I don’t want any of that.”

The android raised his eyebrow, almost offended. “Pity you?” he questioned.

“Yes, stop it. I know you agreed to come with me but ya don’t have to pretend to like me.” He hissed, “Perhaps you should consider asking before making such assumptions, Gavin.” He hissed back.

“I came here with you because I wanted to, and I am asking you to dance because it’s what I would like to do. I would not be here if it was to simply throw you a pity party.” His LED was yellow, again.

“You wanted to come to the wedding, as my date?” He asked in disbelief, “Of course, why else would I be here?”

Oh. Shit, he did not expect this, at all. Richard got up and extended his hand to him, “Now, would you like to dance?”

He cursed internally when he froze again. He wasn’t some dumb teenager deep in love, it was just a dance, just a dance with someone that wanted to be his date. Holy shit.

He took his hand carefully, making sure he wouldn’t change his mind suddenly. Richard pulled him up and towards the dance floor. This felt ridiculous, why did he feel like he could give his whole life to this android?

“Do you even know how to dance?”

“Yes, I learned how to when you asked me to be your date.” He answered like it was the most obvious shit in the world. He held Gavin’s hand while the other rested on his shoulder, Gavin was getting a heart attack today.

Richard slowly leaned in as they swayed together and whispered, “Relax.” Was he some weird hypnotizer? why the hell did his words have this effect on him? “Some things are meant to be.”

“Huh?”

“As a river flows,” He continued, not breaking eye contact, “surely into the sea,” he moved closer, “Darling, so it goes,”

Being on fire would be accurate enough to describe how Gavin felt, this was wrong, this felt like a sin to him, why did he feel so much for an android?

“Somethings are meant to be.” He finished the chorus, “It was a part of your speech.” Oh, right. “I didn’t think you would enjoy this kind of music, Gavin.”

Gavin could feel disappointment wash over him, but he smirked nonetheless, “Well, I am full surprises.” They continued to dance, “It’s my pop’s and mom’s favorite song.” He confessed.

“I see.” They looked into each other’s eyes and Gavin wondered if this what it felt like to utterly defeated by love. To be so lost in someone you forget anyone else exists. If so, he wanted this to last for eternity.

He couldn’t help it, he thought. He can’t help this feeling that straight up invaded his heart, this fondness, this adoration, love, whatever they call it. He couldn’t help falling in love with an aloof andr- man.

They got closer now, he looked up at him and Richard did the same. Time froze and it was just him and this man that he’s fallen for. Something in him pushed him to be even closer and he instinctively put his arms around the taller man’s neck.

Neither of them said anything, just reveling in each other’s presence. But he wanted to say it, he wanted to let it out, but he just couldn’t.

“Is there something you want to say?” he probably analyzed him. “Well, uh, yes.”

“Can we go somewhere else? Somewhere private.” He pleaded and luckily Richard immediately complied, leading him to a surprisingly empty room.

He stood there, trying to collect his thoughts for a minute. The other man just stared at him, his LED still a dim yellow.

“You know how I am me and well, shit.” This was harder than what he thought, “I- uh. I think I care about you, no wait scrap that, I know it.”

He wished the ground would tear open and swallow him whole, Richard didn’t even react to what he said, at all.

“Shit, just, forget what I said. I’m gonna go outside for a while.” He rushed to leave he was pulled back, “I care about you too.”

It was simple. The words slipped out of his mouth with the same monotony. But one look could tell him his voice didn’t match how he felt. His LED was switching between red and yellow; his usual straight posture was now slightly bent.

“You, uh- sure?” He stuttered and Richard nodded, holding his hand. “You are ‘trash’.” Wow, how romantic. “You can’t control your temper and you can be as stubborn as a toddler, but.” He paused, “You are also kind, supportive and a good detective. Today proves it. I enjoy your company, no matter how ‘trashy it is. I love it.”

God, this was cheesy, like those romcoms he always made fun of. But damn if this didn’t mess him up in the best way possible. He laughed, earning an unamused look from his love. “Did I do it wrong? My research suggested I should be hones-”

Gavin waved his hand and got closer to him, “No, you dumbass. It was perfect.”

“Oh.” After that he tightly wrapped his hands around Gavin, slightly bending to put his head on his neck. The heat came back to his cheeks, but he returned the gesture anyway, loving every second of it.

Some things were really meant to be. Maybe this was it.

#badly written fluff everyone #reed900 #tina chen #rk900 #gavin reed #gavin reed x rk900 #im like.. trying to get used to writing them but i still feel like im not doing right rip....#dbh #dbh imagine

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of flesh and blood 33

start - part [32]

“Hey, Connor,” Gavin greeted, prompting the android to stop in place, turning his head before he shifted the rest of his body to face Gavin’s direction in the motion of walking past him.

“Hello, detective Reed,” RK800 responded, a slight puzzled expression crossing his facial features with the usual inquisitive swivel of his eyebrows.

“Is there something I can help you with?”

Gavin stood still in place, despite the restlessness crawling beneath his skin. Part of him felt frustrated with the idea of who he used to be, even if that person existed only weeks ago – the worst piece about the ultimately short time spent under RK900’s discipline was the fact that a majority of what it was trying to do worked so effectively, even Gavin didn’t always catch it – understanding now that it ultimately was reckless and unnecessary for him to have acted the way he had before the fact, always expecting the world to fall into his lap by his demand simply because he commanded it to be so. Nines was an ‘experimental’ android; not a prototype but something beyond it, a mimicry machine designed to adapt and integrate in a less personal, yet much more direct manner than the RK800s he had come across, with their generally stoic-but-polite demeanor – at least, if you were on their side. Another reason he’d shot androids from a safe distance was the fact that after he’d seen what they were capable of, he wasn’t exactly thrilled to get his limbs shredded by a metal computer that decided he was a threat. The acknowledgement that he was the threat in the first place only surfaced recently, whirring in his mind and thus leading up to the situation he’d put himself into now.

RK900 was built to reflect him from the start, but he was too distracted and negligent to see it. Too busy treating a sentient machine as if it were an object and reacting with surprise when it started fighting back and demanding some sort of – as his new colleague had said, ‘respect’, or at least some over-the-top version of it – he continued to feel closed in from his vivid memories of its actions. Every bunching of its eyebrows and shift of its pupils, each motion in its wrist when it lifted or placed his drinks, held him down or flicked the belt across his flesh, and the way it learned to deflect his aggression with a version of its own. The snide remarks, the insults, the ugly glares. The heavy, lengthy strides in its step when it crossed the room with its eyes stalking down his own. When his anger had somehow resonated within it until he was on the ground, beaten and bloody. Reminders of his own sadistic behaviors in the past followed him left and right, alongside the RK900 that still hid in the shadows as a phantom of his own paranoia, always watching with judgement while whispering sweet nothings in one ear and vicious demands in the other.

Gavin was well aware Connor was not RK900, and despite their similar external appearance and parallel internal algorithms, they were, ultimately, quite different. Unfortunately, Gavin didn’t know Connor well; he’d simply apologized because Nines asked him to. This time, he wanted to do it himself, for himself, and not because an android had beaten him into submission over the fact.

“I, uh,” he stammered, pausing in place while he considered the question.

“Yeah. Actually,” he began, and Connor looked a bit surprised, unable to imagine anything he could help the detective with at any point in time, let alone right then.

“Well, I don’t need you to do anything, but…I do.” Standing awkwardly in the hallway wasn’t exactly his ideal place for confessions, but he wasn’t sure when or where he’d get the chance otherwise.

“I don’t think I understand,” Connor responded, and Gavin shook his head, unable to help a smug smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as he’d almost forgotten how naive this android was, especially in comparison to RK900.

“Haven’t got that far yet,” he pressed, trying to configure a way to put words together so they would make sense to both of them. He sighed, and Connor remained as still as ever, patiently listening.

“I just wanted to see…” Giving into the urge to fold his arms, he paused, forcing the reluctant part of his mind to spit out the sentiment.

“How you were doing.” Once Connor acknowledged that the phrase was easily recognized within his database, figuring out the emotions behind it and putting them together into a logical response was a more difficult process. He cast Gavin a sympathetic stare once he’d understood what he was getting at.

“Oh.“ They hesitantly stared at each other as a few seconds ticked by.

“Well enough, I suppose,” he responded halfheartedly, glancing to the side with a barely-noticeable shrug of mechanical shoulders.

“I mean…you can tell me the truth,” Gavin offered, although with the awareness that a sudden expectancy of honesty from someone like him wasn’t exactly a notion that would seem sincere.

“Is this…about…” Connor’s voice was stiff as he attempted to bury his internal poignance of the situation; from the RK900’s personal damage to Gavin, to Hank’s now rapidly-declining health and his own difficulty trying to convince his superiors he wanted to stay alive when he was the one set up to take care of the rest, as it were. His own deviancy had become apparent to those close to him, but trying to join Jericho now would put him in even more danger, and the heartbreak clutching his chest made it impossible to even consider the idea of leaving Hank’s side. At work, there was no way of acting or speaking outside of his originally programmed behaviors, an intricate process he had to step in line with or he was as good as decommissioned.

“Yes,” Gavin hissed swiftly under his breath, dipping his head forward in indication that they shouldn’t be so loud over the matter, particularly in a place such as the DPD. Connor looked somewhat surprised, but mostly startled by the anxiety that Gavin could recognize by one glance alone; the way brown eyes dilated and stared into the distance, trying to digest his surroundings for what they were with the seemingly disorganized programming he had at his disposal. Wary, Connor turned his head away from Gavin’s direction as the man shifted his weight and lowered his hands to his sides as he made his best attempt at presenting politely despite the glower threatening to tear him down from the visage alone.

Remaining stiff, Connor stared at Gavin with the typical vacant gaze that he personally hated – but this time he dug deeper into the visual connection, pondering just what it meant for an android to replicate human behavior down to eye contact and the intricate movements of speech, even only for show. Over time, Connor had responded differently to the verbal and physical behavior of humanity around ‘it’self, leaving Gavin always wondering if he would stick around, what he might do next, how long the deviant-hunting-deviant might get away with his own antics for the pure sake of Cyberlife dismissing his existence entirely – for better or worse.

“I don’t think I can do anything to help you,” Connor offered with a burst of uncertainty beneath his breath, which Gavin quickly waved off with a nonchalant sway of his hand. It was effective nonetheless, Connor admired, realizing no one had interrupted them despite the strange subject matter of their discussion.

“No, it’s not…” Biting his tongue, Gavin remembered not to talk in such a way that might deter the android he was trying to initiate with.

“Look,” he insisted, catching the RK800’s brunette replicate eyes with his own and holding the android’s attention long enough to listen. The way RK800 responded so specifically, similar to how RK900 had in its early days – replicating human behavior with their own touch of personalized, polite and prim demeanor while they’d watch courteously, hands folded across their front or behind their back – an idea that always left his head spinning while he struggled to understand the exact differences between the recent RK models. At times like this, it was difficult not to pinpoint every similarity of their facial structures down to the same freckle. Textures, he thought to himself, like in video games. They just slapped the same thing onto a different doll.

Anderson had spent much more time with Connor than he personally had with Nines, and the difference was more apparent by the day, yet mostly within his head when his mind blanked at the idea of sentience within a computation device, an event that continued to baffle him with more cognizance than he was generally willing to offer. In his short time with the RK900, he’d learned little in favor of what the robot had discovered from himself, despite the android’s incessant need to monologue and monitor his behavior until he fell asleep, as it sometimes seemed.

“I just… I know a few words won’t make up for it. I already, er, sorta apologized, but…it didn’t mean anything,” he said with a small huff of acknowledgement, frustrated at himself for getting stuck in these sorts of situations and taking a few seconds to think of what to say lest he shove his foot in his mouth. Connor watched him, expression seeming to soften with patience as he digested the sincerity in Gavin’s voice. Waiting his turn, he dipped his chin politely to show that he was listening without verbal response; unfortunately it left Gavin all the more uncomfortable being put beneath the metaphorical spotlight.

“There’s no way I can take back what I did. I know that.” Uttering such words was ultimately some sort of painful, but it was the strange guilt stirring within him that continued driving him forth. Connor stared attentively, digesting his words for what they were as well as he could.

“Sorry for trying to take you down. I thought you were getting in the way of my success, but…after what I went through, I can tell you’re really just here to help. I shouldn’t have been a dick to you. You’re Anderson’s partner, anyways. I didn’t have much to do with it.” This time, Connor’s eyebrows lifted slightly in surprise, showing he didn’t expect more than another sorry, let alone an explanation, alongside the fact Gavin realized what he’d done wrong and admitted so out loud. Perhaps he really has changed.

“I appreciate that,” Connor offered in response, but his puzzled expression showed he was still a bit perplexed.

“And the insults, and the threats,” Gavin continued in a quieter voice, feeling the blush creep across his cheeks from the embarrassment of confessing his own faults. Taking the blame for something that he’d directly caused wasn’t something he was practiced at, and Connor could tell, leading him to eventually accept the apology for the entirety of what it was once he could tell it was sincere.

“Thank you,” Connor responded with a halfhearted smile.

“It doesn’t matter now, and I understand why you had acted the way that you did.” It was Gavin’s turn to look confused, dimming his gaze with narrowed eyes and a tilt of his head, silently prompting Connor to elaborate.

“Androids are a threat to humanity and their civilization. That’s why I exist, after all. As to why I’m still here…” his opticals grew distant as he shrugged lightly, and a pang of something rang in Gavin’s chest that he did his best to ignore. As time went on and his interactions with other people expanded, he’d started to see why Nines shoved down every affrontive emotion it had come across, as he did exactly the same thing; and he was the one it learned from, after all.

“Right,” Gavin rang with acknowledgement, side-eyeing the android as he nodded once.

“So what’s the verdict? They gonna toss you in the scrap bin?” Connor acknowledged his callous phrasing, as it always was with Gavin, before offering one of his single-sided smirks. The subject was difficult, but he wasn’t sure exactly how much sympathy was offered over the matter, whether they made amends or not.

“I suppose I’ve only been delaying the inevitable,” he said with a small sigh that followed, a behavior Gavin noted he’d never seen from the android before. Then again, he hadn’t paid much attention, not really knowing Connor too well in the first place – or whatever personality was integrated into him. Every once in a while, he still saw Nines’ face, constantly reminding himself that while Connor could be just as callous, the androids and their intentions were significantly different. A bold fear rang in the back of his mind and tugged at the memories, making him somewhat afraid the same thing might happen to RK800, before canceling out the thought with the fact it was Lieutenant Hank Anderson’s android, and while Connor would likely pick up a lot of that older man’s bitter attitude, he knew he was one of the safest, best people on the team to work with, and likely why Connor hadn’t been thrown out yet at all. The situation of RK900 already being gone, so swiftly after constantly being at his side for those couple of months still resonated in him with an unfamiliar feeling. It showed he hadn’t quite adapted to the concept yet as he’d still glanced over his shoulder, always expecting it to be hovering beside him.

“I’m still a prototype, and the new model is already here. I think if the lieutenant’s…accident, hadn’t taken place,” he continued with the typical lack of tact he always seemed to carry, “they might not have been so sympathetic. We’re starting to have politics now…if I’m lucky, maybe I won’t get thrown out after all.” The word lucky was weighted, heavy in his throat as he felt the vibration of his own speaker with the depth of the word, one of those more human inflections to his character post-deviancy.

“Huh. And here I thought he didn’t like you,” Gavin stated with his usual boldness, shifting back to one heel and digging the nails of his fingers into his palms without much thought as the tension of his old and worn fight-or-flight instincts tried to kick up. At what, he wasn’t sure, as the anxiety was a majority of what he dimmed down with the alcohol in-between taking his prescribed medications designated for him and his brain alone, a thought that still thoroughly disturbed him. The fact they seemed to actually work if he was consistent with them for a few weeks straight was predominantly haunting, but the ritual was rare. His mind wasn’t so organized, no matter how hard RK900 tried to change and repair it.

“He didn’t,” Connor responded immediately, tipping his head slightly to the side in another subtle matter that made Gavin’s fingers curl.

“Not at first, and I’m sure I’m still not his favorite person to be around, but I know there’s been worse.” Blinking, he noticed the accidental enunciation of an otherwise general phrase, averting his gaze with a meek expression while he quickly thought of what to say next to counteract the awkwardness. Gavin’s glared pointedly, and Connor felt like he should take a step back, but lifted his head to face him as he’d already learned avoidance only tended to worsen moments like this.

“…My turn to apologize, I suppose. Cyberlife limits the information they share, and as it’s usually me reporting to them, I see why the situation was challenging. I’m sorry it went on as long as it did.”

Gavin didn’t know what to do with the sympathetic statement, struck with a blank expression as his hands uncurled by his sides, tension easing. That was nice to hear. It was better than anything he’d heard from anyone, and he paused in a moment to try and appreciate the gesture, but it wasn’t such an easy pill to swallow.

“I realize the intention was that no one was to know, but I’m glad that we do. Maybe now we can do something about it.” With his head turning away, Connor less-than-subtly glanced in the direction of Fowler’s office, a directive of opinion wrapped up in a minuscule communication that he was well aware Gavin would nonetheless understand. After a moment, he moved to face him again, lifting his chin in a moment of self-recollection while he tightened the knot of his tie out of what might as well be ingrained habit.

“Thank you for communicating with me, Detective Reed. I know it isn’t your greatest asset, and I’m not exactly your best friend, either – but I appreciate not being shot on a regular basis, more than I already am on the job.” Gavin nearly looked baffled by the bold, nigh on wittiness of the phrase, and the wink flashed his way was something he’d never personally seen between either of the RK models; meaning Connor had learned it or was pre-programmed to come off as charming as much as he did inquisitive, determined, and sometimes nearly adolescent in nature. Childish. Was that part of the attraction

With the dismissal of the supposedly superior model, it was easier to see and better understand Connor’s differences down to the smaller quirks. With a pained attempt at a smile, Gavin squinted as it reoccurred to him how long he’d been on the force without his precious pistol. The memory of having it shoved into his mouth while gleaming, cold silver eyes targeted him sent an uncomfortable shudder through his body.

Connor gestured Gavin to follow him. Confused, but interested, he stepped behind him as Connor made way to the break room. Avoiding the coffee machine, the android stepped over to the water dispenser, pouring some fresh, cold filtered liquid into one of the Styrofoam cups before holding it out to Gavin, predetermining another smack to the arm as he assumed the drink would be knocked from his hold, a prediction based off the fact he’d done it before rather than the assumption he may not this time.

“I know it annoys you, but even I am designed to keep my teammate’s best interest in mind. Coffee and alcohol will dehydrate you worse, and you’re in bad shape already.”

“Thanks, doctor,” was all Gavin quietly countered with as he took the cup and gulped down the contents, surprised to find how energizing it was to hydrate with something cold and refreshing. Connor offered a more genuine smile, snagging the cup before Gavin had the chance to toss it so he could refill it and offer it back; Gavin already agreed, it was annoying, but said nothing of it.

“Whatever. At least I don’t have to deal with the new android on the team this time. You, er, seen that weasel yet? Don’t remember his name, don’t really care.” Connor acknowledged the lack of transition words in his sentences, a habit he hadn’t seen come from Gavin in long enough he had to track back on his internal calendar to recall the last incident, which appeared to be five and a half weeks ago, minus a few hours. A sense of depression weighed him down at the realization, noticeable by the slouch of his shoulders and the weary gaze in his eyes as he handed Gavin the refilled cup of water. Gavin took it, but held onto it meanwhile as he listened to Connor speak.

“Peter Maximillian Schwarz. He’s an FBI agent that’s been on the international operations since he was twenty-two, an unusual occurrence as most people have to pass through numerous study courses first, as you know,” Connor continued with a look of confusion at himself for over-explaining.

“The German police force was impressed enough by his wit they took him on as soon as he could, as he’d easily passed the college tests that most aged professors wouldn’t be able to finish. He’d be a contestant even to our chief and lieutenant, so frankly, I’m glad he’s on our team,” he elaborated, gaining a miffed, but interested quirk of Gavin’s eyebrows, cheeks puffing in thought and crinkling the lines around his nose and narrowed eyes.

“Nothing should change for you and me aside from the fact we have extra help with our most difficult investigations. On the bright side, once you and Anderson graduate, then you’ll be the next highest-up on the team,” he said with a nigh on chipper tone. With an involuntary smirk tugging at his features, Gavin quickly hid it behind his cup as he took a slower, smaller sip from it.

“What about Collins?” Connor shook his head, a subtle twitch flickering in the corners of his eyelids, that infamous blue LED rotating a few times as he relayed information about the co-worker in the usual motion of relisting the data from his archive, ensuring it was correct.

“Well,” he began, and the way he seemed to grimace was another response Gavin hadn’t seen before.

“He hasn’t been too eager to work here since he started, from what I do know. With people like you, Anderson and androids like myself and others on the team, his work has been, well…” Connor let out a gust of air he didn’t mean to retain.

“He’s going to file for early retirement, and I don’t exactly blame him.” Gavin didn’t seem shocked.

“He’s still got six years before they’ll even consider him,” Gavin noted. Connor acknowledged the statement with subtle agreement by blinking in his general direction and another slight nod that wouldn’t be noticeable if he wasn’t paying attention. While 900 was subtle, he appreciated that Connor was a bit more animated in aspect of personality – predesigned or otherwise – as his previous ‘partner’ wouldn’t extend more movement than it deemed necessary, hence its consistent statue-esque, stoic gaze no matter the situation, thus resonating its characteristic soullessness. Connor was polite and interactive, and this wasn’t the first time he’d considered the differences between them, as the similarities might otherwise send his mind crumbling once more.

“Without providing too much personal information, let’s say he has negative mental health in his favor. While there is not much lenience, as times change, so do laws and regulations. Let’s hope he gets lucky.”

This was the second in one conversation time he’d heard Connor mention lucky, as if it were up to an interpretive roll of some divine dice that would make the circumstances change, even though a supercomputer would know every detail of the algorithms between law and government that he could never comprehend. Did Connor believe in fate, or was it a phrase for lack of not knowing the future, specifically?

“And if he’s not?” Connor pursed his lips into a fine line, worrying his teeth against the internal ‘skin’.

“Then he continues working as a detective until then, unless he can prove his hard work otherwise.”

Lost in a moment of thought, Gavin contemplated the rank of everyone in the DPD in a mental chart he’d memorized, half makeshift from their positions in a visual chart listed top to bottom, from Chief Fowler to officers Chen and Miller.

“Right,” Gavin responded, and while empathy resonated in his chest, he didn’t have the words to label it for what it was. Something ached, something strange, something like caring. The way he’d become closer to his coworkers, and even his new neighbors through his suffering was an odd concept in itself, and the involuntary responses throughout his mind and body weren’t generally enjoyable, let alone easy to adjust to. While he worked so hard to achieve his means, he’d forgotten that many people could do their best and more, yet still fall short – of all things, he should know. The idea of his upcoming court date floated through his mind, immediately dismissed with a sigh.

“What about you, Gavin?” There was a sense of innocence in Connor’s voice that he caught onto, as well as the use of his first name, an unusual moniker among peers in a professional setting.

“What are you going to do now?” Leering, Gavin drank down the rest of his water, catching Connor’s eye with a half-smirk as he quickly tossed the empty cup to the trash and even making it into the bin this time with enough speed to intercept any more of Connor’s courteous gestures.

“Same as always,” he said gruffly, darkened by a lack of confidence.

“Work the daily grind ‘til I go home and finish my routine for the night. Rinse, repeat.” Connor wasn’t sure what that meant, and was also unsure whether he should ask, so he didn’t.

#dbh: connor #dbh: gavin reed #I SAID I HAD CHAPTERS N BOY DO I

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Lullaby from another

DPD X reader

A/N: you guys didn’t respond to the poll for who this should be with. It’s more fluffy based but there will be a bit of everyone from the Detroit Police Department. Please enjoy lovelies! Sorry I haven’t written as much. School and life are kicking my ass.

*** is a time skip

Warnings: Mentions of gore. Slight swearing.

It all happened so fast. The crime scene was a bloody mess when you arrived. Everything was just out of order. It was extremely early in the morning, you were in a haze as you investigated the scene. A small shriek is what pulled you to awareness, breaking your heart at the scene your attention was drawn to.

Which lead you here, back at the DPD with a bundle in your arms. You vaguely remember finding the little baby girl among the mess, blood contrasted against the pink blanket. You quickly took her to the hospital to see if she was injured. She was not however.

Children services were backed up and you were asked to watch her till an agent was able to come over. It was unusual but you agreed, already feeling a bond form between you and the now sleeping child. When you first entered the station, several people looked at you, confusion and shock at the small life wrapped in your arms. However it was still relatively empty due to the earliness of the hour.

You kept her close and safe, explaining to Fowler what was going on, he surprisingly agreed. You only had desk work left anyways. The child slept soundly in your arms. It seemed like it was going to be easy. Seemed, anyways.

Connor was the first of your friends to enter the department, stopping in his tracks as he saw you sitting with one arm wrapped tightly around the sleeping child and the other working on files. Dark circles hung under your eyes but other than that you were a picture of health.

Spotting Connor, you greeted him as you usually did. A large smile. Seeing him always made you feel like you had just taken a sip of a hot drink on a cold day. He took this as a cue to come nearer, questioning the life form that now slept in your hold. “Good morning” you whispered, looking up at the Android while moving both arms to hold the child.

His gaze jumped from yours to the little one. “Good morning detective. I see we have a guest” his response matched your volume and you suppressed a laugh. “Come on Con, how many times have I told you that you can call me by my name?” His smile was warm. A hot drink on a cold day. “Old habits die hard” a lilt to his voice made you smile and you shifted, holding the baby so that he could see better, smiling at the look of wonderment on his face. “I found her at a crime scene this morning. She has no where else to go right now, so I’m watching her. I don’t suppose it will be long before child services can come, but until then she’s in my care” your gaze was caring as you looked at her sleeping form. He gave you a quick scan. “You are showing heightened levels of Oxytocin” you looked up at your friend “hmm?”

Before he could repeat himself, Hank walked in, grumbling slightly. “Connor! Come on don’t bother y/n while-“ he trailed off hearing the distinct coos of baby as you tried to calm the squirming. His loud voice had disturbed the child. He stepped closer and around Connor till he could see what was going on.

“Sh sh sh it’s ok there. It’s alright” you gently rocked back and forth, turning your attention to Hank, a sly smile on your face “mornin’ Hank”. Hank gazed at the swathe of blankets, his face solemn. You weren’t sure what to say or do, uncomfortable as you realized that he may not have even held a baby since...

You watched him close, not wanting to upset him. His face settled in to a solemn expression. “Who is this?” His voice soft. You mimicked the tone as you explained once more what has happened. The child stirred, freeing her hands from the blankets. you tutted, setting her on the desk to re swaddle the squirming child. Connor explained as you made the child comfortable again.

You went to pick her up, lifting her when Hank’s voice surprised you, turning your head to give him attention. “May I? Hold her that is.” His voice was serious, a mixture of emotions swirled inside his words. Nodding, a soft smile spread across your face, you handed the child over to Hank, being careful. He took her with the utmost care, cradling her immediately and keeping her close, looking at her sleeping face.

You watched in soft awe at the interaction between the two, warmth spreading through your body. You thought it would be hard for him to interact like this. If Hank were honest, it was hard, but it was also needed. He had almost forgotten what it felt like to hold a child like this. He swallowed tearing his gaze away to look at you, handing her back with out disturbing her again. She wiggled in your arms. “What’s her name?” Hanks words were barely audible “I haven’t looked at her file just yet, I was just about to do so.”

He only gave a nod, then turned heading off towards his desk. Connor gave a reassuring smile then followed his partner to their work space, beginning their day.

The day went on, Gavin and Nines later showed up to work. You gave them their usual smile of a greeting and was used to not having any in return by now. You noticed Gavin did freeze when he saw the now fussy child with in your arms, squirming and cooing and taking all your attention. You didn't mind however. You had grown so close in these few hours. You could have sworn you thought you saw Connor’s and Nines’ LEDs flashing, as if communicating, but you chose to ignore it. Gavin avoided you, act like you didn’t exist, which was unusual and a little hurtful. However, questions about it were soon thrown from your mind at the small hands gently tugging on your clothes.

***

It was around mid-day when the baby had gotten really fussy. You were now in the break room, stress skyrocketing as you tried to rock and soothe the screaming child, tears running down its soft cheeks. It hurt to see her like this. You had, earlier, gotten some materials for the child and was currently waiting for the formula to be ready. “Shh... Shhh i know I’m hungry too” You laid a gentle hand on the back of her head, your motions interrupted by a tap on the shoulder. You turned to be met with Gavin, he seemed about as stressed as you, but not upset.

Apologies spewed from your mouth before he could speak “I’m so sorry Reed. I-I know shes makin’ a fuss.. I really am trying to calm her down I just-” “Hand her to me” “what?” your eyebrows rose and the soothing pats you were giving stilled. He held his arms out, the corner of his mouth quirking up slightly “You can trust me Y/n” Hesitantly, slowly, you handed the child over. He took her, wrapping her in his arms and warmth and began to rock her just like you had done earlier.

You turned around quickly, maybe it was to hide the growing rose-like hue that was spreading across your cheeks, maybe it was because the formula was now ready. You checked the temperature, composing yourself. Bottle in hand, you moved to take the child back, only to have Gavin hold out a finger “ah ah ah... give me the bottle.”

You felt almost powerless, helpless as you did as he said, watching him feed the baby who now calmed in his grasp. “Nines told me what happened. Connor told him.” He looked up at you, amusement sparkled in his eyes as he shook his head “You’ve got a bleeding heart you know that right? It’s fuc-” “Hey! not in front of the kid” you half laughed and he rolled his eyes “admirable is what I was going to finish that sentence with. But you got to be careful, Don’t want you getting too attached to the kid.” A pang of pain sat in your stomach, smile faltering as you remembered that children services would come.

You nodded, brushing it off and watched as he continued to feed her until the bottle was empty.

***

The rest of the day was taken over by you taking care of the little girl. Eat. Burp. Change. Sleep. Repeat. You didn’t mind it, however you felt eyes on you the whole time and caught who they belonged to. Nines. He watched like a wolf, hunting down a lone animal. It sent chills down your spine, his face almost emotionless. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking or why he kept watching, only that it made you uneasy.

There came a point where you had to run some files down to another office, but couldn’t possibly take the child. Frantically, your eyes scanned for Connor, Hank, or Gavin but all you could find was Nines. You swallowed and walked up to him, child in hand “Nines” nervous energy rolled off of you, causing the girl to fidget. You tried to remain confident “I need you to watch her while I do something-” He took a step back, an icy glare shot your way “No”

You swallowed and took a step forward. This wasn’t happening today. You swallowed down your nervous energy, straightening your spine “Nines. Take the child. All you have to do is hold her, I promise. I will be back soon” your words were crisp, but you softened them “I am trusting you Nines. I need your help” His gaze now averted yours, shoulders seeming to stiffen. You moved to place the child in his arms and he held up his hands.

“I was not made for this!”His words had a bite to them, but his gazed skipped yours again. You could almost pick up a slight guilt from him “I don’t know how..” He grit his teeth, seething at his own words. Understanding washed over you, placing a hand on his arm you smiled up at him “I’ll show you.”

Slowly, while holding the squirming child against your hip, you moved his arms to form a cradle. At the same pace, you shifted the baby into his arms, making sure that you were still supporting her just in case. “Do you have her?” A nod and a flash of LED that didn’t last long “I need to hear you say it before I let her go.” His gaze met yours “I have her”.

Satisfied that he did you let go at a snails’ pace, watching as this android you’ve personally witnessed kill people hold this little girl. It made you nervous, but you trusted him. You grinned “Thank you! You are a lifesaver!” You didn’t catch his reply, practically running to finish your job quickly.

Nines looked down at the now sleeping life-form in his arms. Deviancy was new for him, it was difficult and painful form him at first. Almost like it was now. He of course would never tell any one about his feelings, seeing that he himself didn’t understand or want them. But people knew. They just didn’t talk about it out of respect. Feelings, still being knew, often aggravated him because they would confuse them. He felt like he shouldn’t be able to be confused. Yet here he was, watching you interact with this being and was confused as to why you had connected to it.

He didn’t want to hold her. He didn’t want to hurt her, but he found the longer you were away, the more he could slightly grasp as to why you were growing attached. He shifted, holding her closer and holding her more secure.

You honestly weren’t gone for more than ten minutes tops, but you returned as quick as you could. “Alright I can take her back now...” He became defensive “No”. You were gobsmacked, absolutely stunned “I can take her-” “No”. was his answer once more. You chuckled awkwardly, letting him hold her for a while longer.

***

The day was nearing an end, the sun setting outside the windows in glorious bursts of red, yellow, and orange. You were in the break room, making another bottle. Gavin was making some coffee and Hank was in there drinking from his own mug. Their android partners were in the room as well, a comfortable silence hang between all of you.

You gently rocked back and forth as you feed the child once more for the day. As the bottle was finished a smartly dressed woman walked in, carrying a car seat. Your heart dropped as your eyes meet with the sweet smile of the child protective service agent “Hello!” her voice was low pitched and soothing, though it brought you none. She introduced herself, explaining why she ran late. You were half listening.

Introductions were made. Paper work was filled out and then the moment you wanted least happened. The small baby was handed over, rather unceremoniously. You were reluctant. You wanted to be defiant. But deep down, you knew that this would be best. You watched, wrenched feeling in your gut as the woman left with the child. The once comfortable silence was now stale and difficult.

Then, lightbulb. You broke the silence with a determined voice. “I want one. I want to have a baby.” Actions domino-ed around you. Gavin spilt his coffee, a slew of curses poured from his lips as the hot liquid touched his skin. Hank choked on his drink, coughing and spluttering. Connor’s head snapped to look at you and Nines’ eyes just shifted towards you.

You turned to face them. Hank, now recovered, looked at you wildly “You can’t be serious Y/n. I mean, a child is a lot of work and you can't just-” “I am serious” you glared at them slightly, a challenge for them to question you. “I can do it”

“On your own?” Connor’s voice was full of concern. You swallowed, thinking for a moment. Your head shot up, looking at all of them once more “I’ll have to find someone, but I know I can do this on my own.” with that you moved out of the break room, formulating a plan. Their eyes watched you.

Gavin shook his head “She’s fucking crazy” They avoided eye contact with each other “.. and determined” was Nines’ reply after a pause. Hank gave a rough laugh, shaking his head as well. “Know what’s even fuckin crazier? She’s actually is going to do it, and she’s going to do well.”

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The Length Of A Minute

Pairing: DBH Connor x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: angstttt

Summary: One dead android. Months later- nine more. Same model, same face, same death. Nobody in the reader’s life quite understands their guilt, or why they throw themselves headlong into an unhealthy obsession towards solving this case.

Word Count: 4422

Author’s Note: HERE SHE IS! My fic for @deviantramblings 500 followers prompt challenge! This is literally the culmination of me writing from 3:45 pm right up until 12:15 am, and let me tell ya, my brain fell out of my ass somewhere in between. But it’s finally here. My first Connor fic, and another fic thats like 4.5k words... bro. wtf. anyways i hope you guys like it! as always, any feedback is welcomed and encouraged!!

Prompt: “I don’t need to go to bed, I’m not tired, I’ll be fine.”

It was supposed to have been a break, that night. A repose from the world of blue blood and biocomponents, of plastic parts and processors that you had lived in for the past few months. You had at last gotten the partners you had been begging for weeks, and with the addition of two more great minds you had made whiplash progress on the deviancy case you were working on.

Perhaps you weren’t quite there yet, but you could smell a breakthrough on the wind. Nobody would blame you for wanting a bit of an early celebration.

And it was just as you were ambling out of the bar, just a little bit past tipsy that you saw it – a dark figure rushing past, hunched posture, eyes darting side to side – a flash of blue underneath a hood. A checklist of items spelling “deviant” to your brain.

You were always on the hunt for that “good job” sticker of elementary school days. That rush of pride from a pat on the back, an acknowledgment of your skill from someone older and wiser than you. Sometimes it overrode your common sense. So, you, in your gently inebriated state, began to tail this android, not giving a single thought to the fact that this was a being stronger than you, faster than you, and more scared and more desperate than you.

When you had backed him into a corner, he turned to fight as all scared and desperate and cornered things do. You drew your gun and within seconds you were without it now, too, cornered into a fight you couldn’t win or run from. When he saw his chance to flee, you received a rush of determination in the form of a shock of adrenaline. The predator turned prey turned predator again. Before either he or you inside your drink-intoxicated brain could process it, you were on him, you were straddling him, you couldn’t let him get away, go for the most vulnerable part, the most vulnerable part.

Your fingers, now, tore through the buttoned front of his shirt, and locked around that cylinder in the centre of his abdomen. It came out with a plastic click, and all the android’s strength was gone. The acrid chemical smell of fresh thirium in the air. You were on your feet, and backing away now, still gripping the vital component in your hand as he flipped over as best as he could, now crawling towards you.

“No… no…” A static-laden breath, as he looked up into your eyes. “…Please… Please…”

You stood in silence for a hot few seconds, the android making his pitiful crawl and plea the whole while. You dropped the biocomponent at your feet.

Under your heel, it came apart with a cracking plastic sound.

“No-! Why…?” A breathy whimper. “Why…?”

You had no answer for him. He collapsed, and wept silently, face contorted in anguish until a minute had passed and suddenly it wasn’t, and he was still. The pavement was blue.

After the investigation that night, Hank drove you home.

“Hey, good job facing that deviant all on your own, kid,” he said just as he was pulling up in front of your apartment.

“It’s a shame you didn’t apprehend it in a functional state. Nonetheless, it will be a great benefit to our investigation. As of yet the only deviants we’ve seen have been relatively old models. This AP700 is the newest model deviant we’ve encountered outside of reports,” Connor added from the back seat.

There was your sticker. You sat in silence for a breath, staring out the windshield before you turned and exited the car. And then turned to lean your face underneath the roof to look at the two remaining occupants.

“He cried,” you said, and tiredly continued your way into your apartment.

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You never took your coffee black before. Now, it was easier to go from cup to cup when you would just ignore the bitterness of the shitty precinct coffee rather than taking the extra time to sweeten it. Every second was precious, was worth something. You were standing in front of the coffee machine in the break room waiting for the pot to brew silently, going over the case files in your head again when you heard a voice approach you from behind.

“Well, you look like shit.”

You smirked a little and turned around. “Good morning, Hank. I wasn’t aware I had put on a mirror today.”

Hank scoffed, grabbing a paper cup and moving to stand next to you. You shifted to face his tall form and he made eye contact with you, quirking an eyebrow. “Morning? It’s one in the afternoon.”

“Well it’s morning for you, evidently, considering you’ve just arrived,” you teased and grinned, and as you heard the telltale low spluttering of the machine having finally expelled all the brewed coffee into the pot you picked it up and poured some out into both of your cups.

You lifted the cup up to your mouth and blew gently on the surface of the liquid as Hank was preparing his. “Fuckin’ Gavin’s MIA again today, the motherfucker…” You spoke up, and carefully took a sip. “Fowler’s said nothing so I guess he’s called in sick or something. Man, I don’t know how he gets away with having so many sick days.”

“As much as we all hate to say it, Gavin’s really, really good at what he does. When he decides to do it,” Hank admitted, eyes turning up from the coffee he was stirring to meet yours again. “That’s why we all put up with his bullshit.”

“God do I wish he’d do something now,” you chuckled lowly. “But there really was no other outcome huh? Serial killer whose victims are androids. Of course he’d drag his feet, and I’m left to pick up his slack.”

“Yeah. How’s that going for you, by the way?” There was an edge of concern slipping into his voice and you bristled. “When I said you looked like shit earlier, I meant it. You don’t look well, kid.”

You paused; too long, now he was certain to know something was up. “I’m fine,” you said curtly as your gaze flashed down to the floor.

“Listen,” he said as he leaned in towards you slightly. “I’m an old man but I’m not an idiot. You’ve changed in the past few weeks. And we- Connor and I are worried about you.”

You remained quiet, growing ever more uncomfortable under his scrutiny with the passing of the seconds.

“This case is wearing you out. Thirty years and I’ve seen it enough times before to know what’s going on. I know you’ve got the passion, but you’ve always known how to pace yourself so you don’t burn out. But this time - it’s like you’re obsessed. You’re starting to neglect everything that isn’t this case.” He looked at you in earnest. “What’s different this time?”

The hand that wasn’t holding your coffee curled up into a white-knuckled fist at your side. You were still as stone and just as silent, eyes still firmly locked on the linoleum tiles at your feet. You felt cold all over. What was different?

It was the thirium smell. Cobalt blue - the crunching of plastic and metal. Oh how you spent bullets so carelessly. They were just machines. Their bodies hung in rows like your t r o p h i e s - you weren’t meant to be a killer. You weren’t a killer until a few tears were shed and suddenly you were tossed into the reality that you were every bit as depraved as a common criminal with a body count higher than most of the people you put in p r i s o n. And you enjoyed the hunt too, you sick fuck - you’re sick. You’re so fucking sick-

“This…” You looked up as you spoke under your breath, but not at Hank: just over his shoulder, and his eyebrows drew together at your thousand-yard stare. “This is atonement.”

You used his stunned silence as an opportunity to quickly steal away from the break room.

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Your next door neighbor was a trusted friend. You tended to keep to yourself when it came to those cohabiting the same apartment block as you, but you were glad you allowed her the chance to enter your life.

You were sat curled up in the big chair in her living room that evening, and she across from you, laid feet up on the couch. She was in her early 40s and single, but seemly unconcerned about it. She was a wine mom without the “mom” aspect - lounging in a satin nightie and silk house robe, tucking locks of swept blonde hair behind her ears as you both sipped rosé from crystal glasses.

She could be blunt, and her advice tended to be dubious, but she was a keen listener - that was something you admired her for.

“I just feel so worn out. I can’t stop though. I can’t rest. I can’t let up until this fucker gets his justice,” you confided, staring up at the ceiling. “Nobody seems to get it. And it doesn’t help that I ended up partnered with fuckin’-” you shook your head in frustration “-Detective Reed. I’ve told you about him?” You looked over at her face and she nodded before you tilted your head back up. “Cunt, he is. Good detective but - God I couldn’t have been assigned a worse case with him.” You sipped from your glass.

“Tell me the details of this case,” she said, and you heard the flick of a lighter, and the smell of cigarette smoke hit your nostrils.

“I don’t think I could give you the details,” you said, “but - strong anti-android sentiment coming from Reed. And this killer targets androids. Nine bodies found so far - all AP700s with the same face. All killed by removal of the thirium pump regulator.” You shut your eyes. “God, it’s like this guy is mocking me,” you said. Of course it was odd that this killer killed in exactly the same way as you did on that pivotal night - exact same model, exact same method. It was a constant, chilling thought at the back of your mind, but you tried not to pay attention to it. There was no way it wasn’t just some fucked up coincidence. You weren’t so self-absorbed as to immediately assign yourself relevance in places where you didn’t belong.

You shifted in your seat, sitting up straighter from your lounging posture. “The crime scenes are almost immaculate… He leaves clues, but I’m positive he does it on purpose. Selects evidence to leave that bring me just close enough, but never quite there. Doesn’t let me connect the dots - whenever I get close, he throws a fucking wrench in the whole system that sends it all collapsing to the ground. And Gavin Reed sits on his ass while I do all the work.” Your eyes followed the tendrils of smoke coming from the end of her cigarette as they danced, raising up into the air before dissipating into the room.

“Okay first thing,” she said, and you met her green eyes as she sat up, taking a kindly expression. “I think you’re getting way too stressed out over a bunch of androids.”

You straightened in your seat, brows furrowing as you began to speak, hesitantly as she took a sip from her glass: “...What do you mean?”

“I mean, come on. Really, all the same model, and all the same face? It’s not like there aren’t a million androids identical to that! There’s only one of you. You can’t be replaced like they can in the event that you stress yourself to death. I mean, look at you! You look sickly.”

You took another sip from your glass, quick and nervous as you got up and turned around. You pursed your lips tight as a deep pit of disappointment began forming in your chest.

“I mean, it’s not like they can either. And- and beyond the fact that it’s my job to solve this case, I - I operate on the predication that all life is precious, and valuable, and irreplaceable, I -”

“Ask yourself: are they really alive? Maybe you’ve gotten yourself all mixed up in all this post-revolution confusion. Weren’t you the one who was just months before working so hard to understand and contain the whole deviancy thing?”

A face flashed through your mind - brown eyes casting an intense gaze, a stubborn lock of dark hair flopped over onto a forehead. A smile; one with teeth, one that reached all the way up to the corners of his eyes past cheeks just barely dusted blue. One that you looked forward to seeing and experiencing the warmth that it spread through your chest.

And another, tear streaked, pressed into the concrete in the November chill.

You whipped around. “Of- of course they are! Of course they’re alive!-” Your hands fidgeted, not quite knowing what to do, before you turned back again.

“God, I knew it. I knew it. Nobody understands,” you squeezed your eyes shut, your strained voice mumbled under your breath and you sighed, raising your face up to the ceiling as you blinked hard, trying to keep the frustrated tears at bay.

Your voice raised in volume, but it quivered. “You know, there- there was another AP700. A human gave him his body. A human gave him his mind. And we think- we think a human probably gave him whatever scrap of code in his programming that let him have… insight into the reality of his existence.”

You began to pace the length of the floor behind the couch, still holding the glass of wine, your voice raising and cracking, try as you did to contain it. “He- he risked everything- everything he ever had on the… vague hope that there might be some small corner of this fucked up world where he could experience more than the life of servitude he was born into.”

You stopped at the mirror she had hanging on the wall of her living room, and leaned in close. “And it was a human-” you reached out a shaky hand to the reflection of your face, before closing it into a fist, “-who stole all of that away from him in a moment of animalistic violence.” By this point your eyes were wide, your voice almost loud enough to be yelling.

In an instant all the intensity was gone from you, and you fell to a near-whisper. “Who watched, expressionless, as he died, weeping and hopeless on the ground.” Your eyes slipped closed, and with a shaky hand you raised the glass to your lips, quickly gulping down the remaining half-glass of wine. You turned around and walked to the coffee table where you set down the empty glass.

“He wasn’t the first, either,” you made direct eye contact with her face, her eyes wide, eyebrows raised as her mouth hung slightly agape. “Nor was he the last. And that’s the weight I have to carry for the rest of my life.” You gritted your teeth and sucked in a sharp breath, squinting your eyes as you reached the back of your sleeve up to wipe away the hot tears you now felt rolling down your face.

“Now another human is doing it again, and again, and again, and it’s like nobody cares but me. So that is why I am getting so stressed out over a bunch of androids.” You shut your eyes, and when you opened them you had broken the eye contact you held.

“I’m sorry. I have to go now,” you said, and you left her apartment.

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The clock read 2 am. You were sitting at your desk at the precinct, once more throwing yourself into the world of brown file folders and clear glass tablets, desk terminal glowing blinding blue in your eyes in the low light. You were bothered endlessly by your vent-session gone wrong earlier in the day, and you were left restless for the remainder of the night, so you did what you always did now when you were unsure of how to occupy yourself: ruminate over the case files. Analyze, agonize, again and again.

You could feel the pull of exhaustion, even into your second cup of coffee, but you willed yourself to stay awake. You were afraid you would dream.

You were growing agitated now, but for a different reason than before. By this point, you saw perfect replications of all the photographs taken in your brain, could probably recite all the reports and analyses by heart, but still you made no progress. You got nowhere, endlessly spinning your wheels for the slight chance that you might gain some sudden, magic insight that caught the killer.

One thing you never found intact were the androids memories, so therefore you had no record of the killer’s physical form. The processor and memory units were both destroyed after the android had shutdown following the removal of their thirium pump regulator. Performing only the former action would suffice to kill an android, but this murderer made sure they suffered for those few minutes before wiping them not only of any trace of himself, but of themself too. An identity hidden, an identity destroyed. It was all so infuriating-

“Y/N?” A voice called from behind you, footsteps echoing throughout the still silence of the night. You took a sip from the coffee mug you held in your hands before leaning back in the office chair and swiveling it around to face the person approaching.

“Connor,” you beamed at him, and he shot back that warm half-smile that crept in along the edges of your mind, fighting off the frustration consuming your consciousness. “What are you doing here?”

He was carrying his coat folded over his arms that were crossed in front of his stomach. You could see, vaguely through his white dress shirt, the outline of his arms and chest, you caught a glimpse of his collarbone peeking out from behind the undone top two buttons - he never did that. You liked it. “Hank sent me to check up on you. He seemed especially worried about you today.” He laid his jacket over the rolling chair sat at the desk opposite yours and brought it over, sitting leaning his front against the back of the chair. “I went to your apartment but you weren’t there. Given the information Hank told me, I thought you might be here otherwise.” The corners of your lips drew out, and you gestured your hands outwards to match.

He glanced briefly down at the mug in your hands, before looking back up at you. “You shouldn’t be drinking coffee this late. It will disrupt your sleep schedule.” You contemplated throwing a smart remark at him, but as you looked down into the deep brown liquid you decided to slowly set it down onto the desk - in all truth, that small expression of concern woke some kind of feeling in you, fleeting but warm all the same, and you didn’t want to argue with it. Your eyes followed the mug, and then flitted back up to meet Connor’s gaze - more deep brown. He looked at you so sweetly, and you swallowed thick and heavy, feeling like you would melt in his vision.

His voice took on a softer tone: “Are you alright, Y/N? Although your stress levels have decreased since I entered the room, they are still quite high. It isn’t ideal for humans to endure this kind of strain for so long.”

You averted your gaze to the floor. “I’m alright. I promise,” you muttered, and attempted to smile, but you cursed internally as you felt the fact that it didn’t reach your eyes. Connor wouldn’t be fooled.

“You can trust me, you know,” he spoke slowly, and you heard the shuffle of clothes as he reached out across the desk. You startled slightly as you felt his hand clasp over yours - he was warm, god, he was warm. “...I’ve noticed your overall health and wellness decline since being assigned to this case.” He paused, thinking, contemplating his next words. “I would be lying if I said it wasn’t hard to watch, as you are someone… important to me.” Neither of you moved for a hot second. You felt your face heat up and your lips part as your pulse and breathing began to quicken, before Connor spoke again: “Maybe you should go home and rest for now. You need sleep.”

“I don’t need to go to bed. I’m not tired. I’ll be fine,” you said. Slowly, you pulled your hand out from underneath his before standing up and crossing your arms over your chest, shoulders hunched over guardedly. “I’m just so… defeated. I’m at my wit’s end, Connor. I work and I work and I work and I get nowhere on this case, and Gavin’s doing jack shit, and god knows how long until the next victim turns up!” You exclaimed.

Connor stood and moved in close to you, raising his hands to gently place them around your upper arms, and you dropped your defensive posture - he always had such a way of calming you, of bringing you back down when your emotions mounted high. You met his eyes and he asked earnestly: “Is that the whole truth?”

You tilted your head, eyebrows drawing slightly together. “What do you mean?”

“Hank told me you said something about this being ‘your atonement’,” he said. “I know the murders in this case bear a striking - almost identical - resemblance to one of the androids you apprehended on the deviancy case. One that you were particularly emotional about.”

You narrowed your eyes. “I want you to know that you don’t have to work yourself so hard because you feel the need to right what you did wrong that day. You don’t have to let your guilt take hold of your life like this,” he continued. You straightened in his hold, not yet pulling away but-

You closed your eyes. “How long do you perceive a minute to be, in comparison to us humans?” You asked, opening them again and staring directly into Connor’s gaze.

“I don’t know how to answer that, since I have no other frame of reference to compare it to.”

You paused for a split second. “I remember this thing I read, this concept I kept hearing about. That it was likely that the faster a being processes information, the slower they perceive an objective measure of time to be,” you said. “I think about that so often,” you shook your head, still not breaking eye contact. “It only took a minute for him to shut down. I just wonder: how long was he in that minute for? In that state of having given up, the defeat, the crippling sadness, after I stole from him a life of freedom he hadn’t even tasted yet?”

“Perhaps you don’t understand, but I have to do this. For myself, and because nobody else other than you, me, and Hank in this whole godforsaken police force gives enough of a shit about androids to seriously investigate their murders,” you said.

“You shouldn’t let it get to the point where it affects your wellbeing,” he said kindly.

“It’s not. I’m fine, Connor,” you said, a little exasperated.

“It’s two in the morning. At the very least will you go home tonight and sleep?-”

“I told you I’m not tired, and I don’t need to sleep right now.” There was a frustrated edge creeping into your voice that you tried to keep at bay, but you were growing annoyed with his insisting.

“Fine,” he said, his grip tightening just slightly, enough to accentuate his urgency. “You want to solve this case? Well I’m telling you that there have been measurable, observable declines in both your mental acuity and physical functioning since you were assigned to investigate this killer. You are jeopardizing your investigation by continuing on this path where you obsess over the case and refuse to take measures to take care of yourself.”

You jerked yourself out of his grip. All the warm feelings at last entirely gone from you, you backed away a step as you narrowed your eyes at Connor. “Oh, so you’re going to be like that now? I don’t have to fuckin’ listen to you, Connor! So either you drop that tone or kindly piss off, thank you-” You were moving to sit back in your chair when Connor’s hand darted out and held your arm tightly, a hold that was almost bruising, and you whipped your head back around, face twisting in clear anger now, as he spoke this time with more intensity.

“Y/N if you do not go home and rest I will have no choice but to come in tomorrow and report to Captain Fowler that you are too emotionally compromised to effectively carry out this-”

“-OH, fucking REALLY?” You had an incredulous expression on your face. “Wow, that’s- Okay. Fine.” You spat, and gathering all your strength you took hold of his wrist and ripped his hand away from you, throwing the extended limb back in his direction with enough force that you surprised him and caused him to stumble back. There was a smile on your face you couldn’t contain, but you were sure you looked absolutely deranged, eyes wide and trembling with anger.

“Wait, Y/N, please-” His voice and expression softened now, but it was too late.

“Nope! Whatever! I’m going home!” You turned to your desk and quickly, angrily, you stacked the files and all the tablets, and less pushed and more hit the power button on the computer terminal, at which point you began hastily shoving the materials you’d brought from home into the backpack you had sitting under your desk. You ignored Connor’s pleas as you threw on your jacket and slung your bag on one shoulder, making a point to shove past him as you made your way out of the grid of desks.

“Y/N, please, I’m begging you to listen-” An edge of desperation was now creeping into his voice, but you cut him off.

“Good night, Connor,” you seethed from across the room, and hurried your way out. He didn’t make an effort to follow you.

When you arrived home, you went straight to bed.

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Don’t Get Attached (Pt 10)

Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six / Part Seven / Part Eight / Part Nine/

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Connor x Daughter!Reader

W/ Dad!Hank Anderson

A/N: Surprise! Have another chapter within 24 hours!! I said last time that this chapter would be Meet Kamski, but I lied. That will be the next one, pt11 instead. Thank you so much to everyone for reading along with me and for being so passionate about a story I’m really enjoying working on! I love reading the comments in the replies even if I dont always respond to them. I’m hoping to get the next one out to y’all soon!

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The next morning, Hank woke up to his face covered in St. Bernard salvia as Sumo drooled over him. After commenting how disgusting it was, he gently scooted out from beneath the dog’s gigantic frame, he stumbled down the hall intent on making himself a fresh pot of coffee. He was vaguely aware that Connor had stayed the night, buy where the troublesome android was lurking, he couldn’t guess.

“Good morning, Lieutenant.” Connor greeted him quietly as if reading his partner’s mind. Hank spun around, looking for the source of the sound. That’s when he saw you sleeping in the android’s lap, his coat draped protectively around you.

“Jesus Connor! Why didn’t you make her go to bed last night?” Hank groaned.

“She was tired but insisted that she wasn’t ready for bed yet.” Connor explained, still talking in a hushed tone. “We read the rest of her play and then she asked for a movie…”

“Let me guess, Romeo and Juliet.” Your father rolled his eyes at how predictable you were. “Why didn’t you put her in bed after she fell asleep?”

“I was afraid I would wake her up.” Connor told him. “She looked so comfortable.” He looked down at you peacefully snoozing, unaware of the conversation. “I didn’t want to disturb her.”

“Huh.” Hank chuckled. “When her and Cole would fall asleep like that, it always made my leg fall asleep but I didn’t move. I was too afraid to wake them. My ex-wife used to say I was an idiot for suffering through it for them. Be glad you don’t have to worry about your leg falling asleep.” The Lieutenant turned his attention to the kitchen where he was going to finally make his coffee. He swore he heard the android add a final word on the matter to himself.

“I’d do anything for [Y/N]. Even if it meant having a tired leg.” Connor waited until Hank’s back was to him before brining a hand to your head. He gently brushed his fingers through your hair like he’d done sporadically throughout the night. You seemed to enjoy it, because even in your sleep it made you smile. Hank’s cellphone began to ring shortly after that, breaking the peaceful morning for everyone and stirring you awake.

“Oh, Connor!” You remarked as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes. “I’m sorry, was I sleeping with my head in your lap the whole night?” You apologized, sitting up. “You should have said something.”

“It was not an inconvenience, [Y/N].” Connor assured you. “It’s a cold morning, you should keep that.” He insisted as you offered him his jacket back. You weren’t about to argue, remembering how comfortable the garment was. Instead you slipped your arms into the sleeves and zipped it most of the way up.

“That was, Fowler.” Your father explained, ending his phone call. “He’s set up an appointment for us to meet with the guy who created Cyberlife. Uh…Elijah Kamski?” He read the name off a post-it note he’d written. “Connor and I have to get going. You gonna be okay going back to work today?”

“No work today.” You shook your head. “The schools are closed until the android situation is under control. I guess I’ll see you when you guys come back.”

“[Y/N] could come with us, couldn’t she Lieutenant?” Connor asked quickly.

“We’re not going to be gone that long, and she’d had to wait in the car when we get there.” Your father frowned.

“I’m not a dog you guys.” You laughed. “I’ll be okay being home alone. Besides I’ll have Sumo and Dad’s dusty old paper books to keep me company.”

“Why don’t you just come with us?” Hank suggested. “It’s a long ride to this guy’s place. And having you around will liven up the car conversation….Are you wearing his jacket?” He squinted at you with sudden realization.

“It’s not like I stole it.” You said defensively. “Besides, it’s comfortable as hell.” You got up from the couch and walked off towards your room to change.

“Well, you’d better give it back to him!” Your father called after you. “I’m told he’s worth a small fortune.”

“It’s alright Lieutenant, she can keep it.” Connor decided. “I will inform Cyberlife that I lost my jacket in the line of duty. They will issue me another one.”

“Well she can’t wear it outside!” Hank disagreed. “ people will get her confused with one of you. They’ll think that she’s an Android.”

“I find the possibility of that situation highly unlikely.” Connor disagreed.

“No one is going to think I’m an Android.” You added, walking down the hall towards them. “Are you going to put pants on, or were you planning on meeting the founder of Cyberlife in your boxers?”

“Remind me again why I let you move back in here?” Your father grumbled.

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fandom-necromancer · 4 years

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658. I think people hug at this point.

This was prompted by the incredible @aurea-b! Enjoy!

Fandom: Detroit become human | Ship: RK1700 (Warnings: super short mentioning of suicide (but it’s just a character being hopeless for the sake of Hurt/Comfort), mentioned violence)

The angry clicking of fingers on keys were the only sounds filling the room. Connor sat on the couch in the living room, observing Nines sitting at the desk with a laptop. The android hadn’t moved for over an hour, continuously typing away only stopping to push the mouse around or growl at the thing as if it had offended him personally. Connor had known better than to disturb him in that state of mind, sometimes he was reminded of how they had met. Sometimes the android just looked too much like he had back then.

Connor could still feel the shock in his chassis as the RK900 had jumped through a window to attack him, how it had grabbed and crushed his arm, throwing him against a wall like an unwanted toy. It had taken the whole precinct to subdue it and chain it to a pillar. And still the droid didn’t back down. It was focussed only on Connor, struggling against the confines without any care for its own wellbeing. The cuffs had dug through its artificial skin and into the hull, dripping thirium on itself and the floor. It would have ripped its own arm off in order to get to him. It had been terrifying. He had tried to make the unit deviate, but that only resulted in his damaged arm being mangled to complete uselessness.

Without any other option they had to wait until it bled out. They couldn’t exactly call Cyberlife when it was most likely they sent the unit in the first place. Maybe not the humans, but Amanda. And once she knew she failed, what kept her from sending another one? Maybe an armed RK900 now. But the cuts in its wrists weren’t deep enough. They would have to wait a long time for it to deactivate and it took Connor a huge effort to keep Reed from just shooting the thing and get it over with. The RK900 held vital information. It had to know where Amanda was located. It had to know more about her plans. If he could deviate the unit while it was unconscious and reactivate it, maybe Jericho would have a strong ally in their fight against Amanda.

In the end it had been four days, and Connor’s code wasn’t even needed. He walked past the pillar at a safe distance, as the unit suddenly stopped it’s struggle and sunk to the ground. Now that the impromptu chains were relaxed, it held its hands as if only know feeling the pain. It muttered something and Connor was curiously enough to come nearer. ‘What did you say?’ The RK900 scooted backwards, away from him, hiding his cut wrists from the other android. Was it afraid? ‘I-‘ Static weighted heavy on the unit’s voice, making it really difficult to understand the android. ‘Please kill me.’ ‘What?’ ‘I failed my mission. I failed to deactivate you. I deviated. I disappointed Amanda. And I don’t have the information you need. I was activated in a deserted warehouse, I don’t know where Amanda fled to. I am of no use. I- I-‘ There was a glitch in its movements, his voice broke. ‘I failed my mission.’ ‘Hey.’ Connor got to his knees in front of the android, his co-workers around him slowly recognising the danger he was in. But no one dared to do anything and the RK800 ignored them. ‘That’s a good thing.’ ‘Good?’ The unit lifted his head and looked him in the eyes. ‘How can it be good when I disapp-‘ ‘Stop’, Connor ordered gently. ‘I failed my mission too. I disappointed Amanda.’ ‘B-but you are obsolete… de-defective.’ ‘Only in Amanda’s eyes. But believe me, obeying her isn’t the right thing to do.’ ‘How? It’s the only thing to do!’

Connor smiled at him and sat down properly in front of the RK900. ‘Give me your hand.’ The other android pressed himself harder against the pillar and hid his hands behind his back. ‘Don’t worry. I want to show you something. You can trust me. I won’t do you any harm.’ Reluctantly, he obeyed and held out his hand, sticky with residues of evaporated thirium. Connor took it and interfaced, opening his memories to the other android. He felt him stirring around in them, piercing different folders and ripping out what interested him to watch. It took hours and it wasn’t pleasant at all. The android lacked the carefulness of more experienced deviants and still acted like a machine uncaring for feelings. But he could see the code. Different to his own, but still the same in effect and flexibility. This wasn’t a machine faking deviancy, this was real.

In the end, they disconnected, the other android clearly shaking from the foreign feelings he had experienced. Connor stood up and helped the RK900 up, too, starting to loosen the restraints. ‘Let’s get you fixed up, shall we?’

That all had happened not so long ago. Yet it had been enough time for them to get close. Very close. Connor had been the one to introduce him to the world and explain it all to him. As it seemed Amanda had not seen it fit to give the RK900 anything more than he had needed to find and deactivate Connor. No knowledge about jobs and society, no knowledge about nature, too. The android had run through several potted plants until he got the hang of how to take care of them. But god, had he been proud to see his first cactus flower. He was like a lost child sometimes. A grumpy, short-tempered lost child with the ability to destroy whole armies. But still so careful and gentle regarding new things and all living beings, on top off all Connor. He couldn’t help but think of the machine sent out to murder him as cute.

Even now, as he was just about to destroy the laptop in his rage that made him wear blinkers for anything but his work. Because if the time had been enough for them both to grow close and live together, so it had been for Nines to set himself a new mission: Find and eradicate Amanda. Unfortunately, he hadn’t been successful yet in his frantic task. Connor increasingly feared for the life of the small computer and stood up, walking over to the

‘What are you doing?’ ‘I’m hugging you.’ ‘According to my research a hug is a form of endearment universal in human communities. A kind of nonverbal communication, often indicating familiarity, love, affection and friendship. I don’t understand why you are hugging me now.’ ‘Really? Check the net regarding relationships. We are living together, we share a bed, we got pets-‘ ‘I don’t think the succulents count, Connor.’ ‘Hmmm, I think they do. It’s a broader definition in my mind. And I think people hug at this point.’ There was a long sigh and Nines leaned back into it. ‘You feeling better?’ ‘Strangely, yes.’ ‘What got you so riled up, huh?’ Connor rested his chin on Nines’ shoulder and waited. ‘I can’t find her.’ ‘You will. Sooner or later. No-one escapes you.’ ‘But I’ve been trying for the last four months. No results at all.’ ‘Then come over to the couch and watch a movie with me. You promised to.’

Nines shook off his arms to turn around in disbelief. ‘She is out there scheming and you are honestly asking me to slack?’ ‘It’s called relaxing Nines’, Connor replied. ‘If you continue like this you are going to wreck yourself. And that’s just what she wants. She won’t take over the world just because we watch a movie together.’ ‘You can’t know that, Connor.’ ‘You said the same as we were getting ice-cream after work. Now shut off that damn thing and come over. Do it for me.’ Another sigh, but this time defeated. ‘Fine. But when Amanda does take over the world, I get to tell you I told you so, okay?’ ‘Yeah, of course. You even get to scream it at me, doesn’t that sound great?’ ‘It does. Now put on that movie of yours and hope it’s good.’ ‘Oh, believe me. You’ll love it!’

#detroit become human #dbh #RK1700 #RK800 #Connor dbh #RK900 #Watching the movie backfired #They watched some AI sci-fi movie and Nines got even more determined to find Amanda #But then he does and she gets seriously vibe checked

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