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abbythewritor · 10 months

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"Specimen." Connor x Venom reader. *2*

Description: Y/n, a girl who's been alone her whole life, decides to change when an alien from the sky corrupts her body. Learning to cope with the symbiote named Venom, the two figure out a way to help put an end to disgusting humans who pick on the weak. But what happens when a certain Android detective is on her tail as if he was attracted to her all this time?

Warnings: Drama, blood, violence, stuff from the game, you know, the usual from Detroit become human.

Other things:

-I do not own Detroit Become Human; they belong to the owners and creators of the game.

-We will be following both Markus and Connors's side because the reader is with the deviants, while Connor, you know, does his cop duties, lol.

-Y/n is a human girl who is then corrupted by Venom; if you don't know who Venom is, then I recommend watching the movie about him, then that will sum it up for you.

Enjoy the second chapter, everyone. :)

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"You just don't know when to fucking quit do ya?" It was early morning the next day, and Hank was not having it at all.

Connor showed up same time he did, as both of them were now in the elevator going to the third floor. "Sorry, lieutenant," Connor spoke, turning to him. "I have to work with you until I accomplish my mission." Hank let out a growl. "Just don't get in my way, so we won't have problems. I hate working with other people, let alone a fucking android." Connor stood there for a second, an awkward silence arising as the elevator rose.

Breaking the Silence, Connor got out a notebook containing peak information on previous cases or current cases they have gone through. "I've been digging into the crime scene photos of Ortiz's house, especially the attic when that woman took the deviant." One of Hanks's eyebrows rose. "Ok, and? Our men found no traces of her up there; what will you get out of some crime-scene photo. And to be clear, how do we know she's even a girl? It could be a guy." Connor went silent for a moment. "She couldn't have been a male, my scanners scan her body, and it's in a shape of a 21-22-year-old woman." Hanks's eyes widened slightly. "A girl in her early twenties, escaping with the deviant and knowing the ropes of fucking up crime scenes at that young age, something tells me that she's been doing this for a long time, even before she turned an adult." Connor nodded. "Correct, either she had some help taking the deviant, or this was planned before the police even found out, maybe weeks prior." Hank put his hand to his beard, thinking of different solutions. "Do ya think she had her eye on this Android before the murder?" Connor went silent briefly before scanning multiple scenarios, some matching, some not.

"That could be a possibility; past cases state that deviants have been saving other 'deviants' like they turned into superheroes or are known as guardian angels." Hank got weird chills down his spine. "Shit...so androids believe in God, lord help this fucking world..." He then sighed. "Ok...so what about the girl? Is she a guardian Angel, A Superhero, or even human?" Glancing back at the photo, Connor blinked, looking at the traces of Venom that you purposely left behind. "She is definitely a human, no doubt about that, but the traces of slime I found on the photo doesn't seem to be 'human.'" Hank chuckled, getting a nervous feeling. "So she's possessed? That ain't the creepiest shit I ever seen." "She is not possessed, lieutenant. If she were to be possessed, her eyes would have gone all black or white; her eyes were completely normal. You saw her when she escaped; she just disappeared. I saw black slime come out of her back, she was definitely Human, but the thing inside her was not. It could be a SuperPower, an alien, or a disease that she uses to help her save the deviants; my scanner has run up many hypotheses and theories, all so different. This human deviant could block my shots and teleport away from the house easily; it tells us she's more dangerous than she really is. we better be careful when furthering into this investigation." Hank was silent before nodding as the elevator door dinged at their destination.

"Yeah...and hopefully, this time, our deviant gets taken away-" "Hello, detective." He and Connor paused, looking at an unfamiliar girl wearing a fancy work suit. Her hair was H/c, tied up into a simple yet low ponytail. Her eyes were a beautiful E/c, while her height was just standing at Y/H. (Your height.) Files grasped your hands as your right hand pushed up your glasses, a beautiful smile plastering your lips. Connor was trying to scan you, but the files he read were unknown, with no background or family; it just shows that you're working for the FBI.Confused, Hank walked closer, Connor soon following behind. "Who the hell are you supposed to be?" Smiling, you stepped closer. "My name is Y/n, L'n's, and I am from the FBI." Hank's eyes widened when you showed him your badge. "So the FBI is on our backs? Christ, can this day get any fucking worse? Why would the Feds send you here, to a police department?" You hugged the files closer and followed the two toward the lieutenant's desk. "I assure you, lieutenant, I am not fond of this either, but you and I know deviants rule the streets and must be stopped. That is why I am here. The streets are filled with crime and unidentified androids, which can get more dangerous in town areas. Especially when the deviant savior is roaming the streets." Connor raised an eyebrow to you. "Deviant Savior?" You looked at him, finally getting a good look at the RK 800, as the thoughts you thought about him earlier were defiantly not wrong.

Kamski knew what he was doing when he designed the androids, and he spent extra care and time on this one.

Feeling like you were staring and gushing at him for too long, you shook your thoughts before smiling again. "Connor, right? You're the deviant sent by cyber life?" He nodded. "Yes, and I believe we're unaware of your presence, Agent L/n's." You chuckled, waving his comment off. "Please, call me Y/n; I hate the 'Agent' stuff; unsurprisingly, Fowler didn't tell you; it was a last-minute decision. If I needed to hunt down the deviants and the Deviant savior, he told me you two were the best on the field." "Yeah, well, about that..." Hank let out an annoyed sigh, his eyes glaring up to you. "If you want to start today, it will be a bit before we can catch another deviant; the one we tried to capture yesterday escaped; maybe with the Deviant Savior, your little mouth's been yappin' about."'Confused,' one of your eyebrows rose while looking behind, your thumb pointing to the back where the interrogation room would be. "You mean that deviant?" Confused, Hank looked that way to see the subject sitting there, pacing back and forth. His eyes widened, as of Connors. "Y-Yeah..." Hank mumbled, thinking he saw things, as his hands rubbed his eyes, only to see the deviant still there. "Shit...I need a vacation...ok Agent, if you are so smart, how did it get here? It teleported away from us, so there's no way he would have just walked right in here. I bet it was fucking Gavin, that stupid piece of the prick of an asshole-" "Oh, Detective Reed didn't bring him in; I did. " He turned to you, soon crossing his arms with a slight chuckle.

"You? You brought him in?" His question had you nodding, the stupid smile still plastered to your face. "I found him in an alleyway, all bloodied and beaten up. He looked rather suspicious, and when he tried to run away, I knew he was a deviant, which made me want to take him in. So, it's exactly what I did. I'm sorry to concern you, Lieutenant, I was just trying to do my Job-" "Well, next time you try to do your job, leave the 'finding deviants' to the fucking professionals, got it? You can't just walk in here, high and mighty because of your FBI, and fuck up the investigation. I'm in charge, and you will not do this again, right?" Silent momentarily, you glared at him momentarily before he turned and walked away. Connor was just silent as he turned to you. "Can you tell me more about the Deviant Savior? What does it look like? What are its intentions?" With a sigh, you turned to him while setting the files down. "You are a curious one, aren't ya? Well, I guess you could know, but it would have to be an explanation for later, let's just say, about the Deviant Savior, think of her as a Guardian Angel, but for Androids, because that's how they view her. I'm guessing bt the questions you asked me you've met her before, right?" He nodded. "Yes, we saw a female figure with the deviant you brought in. She was wearing all black and red, covering her head with a cloak. She blocked my attacks before I could get to them and teleported away. It was like she was inhuman like she wasn't a regular Woman."

"Well, that's some good thinking, Connor; saying that a Woman blocked your attacks easily seems normal, but teleporting away, just seems absurd. It's the same description everyone has been describing her, teleporting away, black goop coming from her back, heck, some even rumored that she kills her own kind." Connors' eyes widened slightly. "You mean she has killed other humans?" "Seems crazy, right? But, I'd think to know this Deviant Savior defeats all kinds, Androids or humans; it's just a matter of who's picking on the weak." "I see.." Connor looked down slightly, taking in on what you just said. "So, she could be on her own side, a Savior to all...I will investigate her further; thank you for the information, Detective. It will not go to waste." Smiling, you patted his shoulder. "Your welcome, Connor, and please, just call me Y/n; I hate the formalities-"

"Connor!" Both of you turned, seeing Hank with a new cup of coffee; he motioned Connor to follow as he turned back to you. "Will you be interrogating this Deviant with us?" "You smiled more. "Wouldn't miss it for the world. Now, you should go before your partner drags you out." He nodded to your question. "Indeed, I'll see you later....de-I mean, Y/n." Watching him turn, he headed towards Hank, who threw a file into the hands of the androids. "What did she discuss with you? nothing threatening, I hope." Connor looked back as you were checking messages on your phone. The light behind beamed onto your form, radiant hair, and skin, and self-reflected around the police department. Remembering the information he just gave you about the Deviant Savior, he turned back in front and looked at Hank. "Just some useful information about the Deviant Savior; she knows a lot about her, for a Human. She must have been investigating it for a long time." Hank scoffed. "Yeah, feds tell you that stuff for believing their lies. Look, she seems like a nice girl, but we need to keep our guard up, the feds are already shady as they go, and if we do something wrong, the case is theirs, no questions, if's, and's or but's about it. Now, look through those files and follow me, if we can get this tin-can bastard to talk, then we can look further into the investigation." As Hank walked ahead, Connor soon followed, listening to Hank's instructions as he looked through the files, quickly and efficiently. Watching the two heads that way, your mouth formed a smirk before Venom popped out of your back, Time suddenly stopping as he awakened from his nap. 'The hell just happened-WOAH. WHY ARE WE AT THE POLICE?!'

"Good morning, buddy! Nice nap?" 'Don't give me that bullshit, and tell me what's happening. I was asleep for two days, and you're already entering enemy territory? And I thought I was stupid for almost pushing that Simon Tin-Can off the building.' 'You missed a lot, I'll have to fill you in later-wait, you pushed Simon off the building?!'

'Hints the word 'Almost.' He ate my chocolate cake; it was the last one before the world went to shit. No one else would have punished him for his crimes, so I made him wet his pants a little; you should've seen his face; he looked like a constipated child, waiting for their shit to finally come out of their asshole.' Your eyes rolled. "First of all, that's a little harsh; second, Androids don't even have human boul functions, so they can't pee; and third, you need to apologize to him when we return. No wonder he was acting bossy; you started it."

'Like hell! I won't apologize to that lying piece of Tin! He shouldn't have eaten my piece of chocolate cake, then! He basically started it! It's like when you and North fought for a fucking month over some stupid Skittles that were in a crate we ravaged back at Cyberlife.'

"Ok, I had a reason to fight for those; she can't even eat; she just likes the texture in her 'mouth.'" 'Ok, and you still got revenge; Sad you didn't kill the bitch, but you still got revenge, why can't I?' "Because Simon is important to the team, you can't kill him, and I can't kill North, so we both have to stick with them, whether we like it or not." 'I hate that your fucking right all the time....why can't you be president instead of that old hag of a human?' "Because I flunked out of law school and invited your ass to come inside me to be your vessel." '......oh, I'm so sorry.' You shrugged. "No biggie, my life is way more impressive now than it would have ever been, I can't Imagine what the old hags do off camera, now are you done being a Mr grump grump, or are you going to be reasonable during the 'interogation?' 'If the decoy fucks up I blame you.' "Why?! Your the one who made it! It was North's Idea anyway!" 'I'm just saying, they are all counting on you, including her, so If you or the Robo Cop finds a way for it to give the police information, while having the thing kill itself with no one else in harms way, then you should be fine, no pressure.' Feeling him go back into your back, you took a deep breath before time started again, leaving Connor and the department being able to move again, knowing little and having no Memrory of what just happened. Looking at your coffee, you sipped it one last time, as you grasped it more into your hands, yourself getting off the desk you were leaning on.

Hopefully, thinking as you walked, this decoy Venom has made will do the trick for the police because If that RK 800 finds out this is all a rouse, you and Jerhico might be discovered, and Venom or yourself might be separated and arrested, or worse, even killed. So this operation must go smoothly, all of the androids and Jericoh are all counting on you...because...

'You're the Deviant savior after all.'

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"Why did you do it...? Why did you kill him?" It was investigation time, and Hank had been trying to talk to your decoy for hours, but nothing coming out of its mouth. Venom and you designed it so that only Connor could speak to it. He was beside you, as another person you didn't recognize was leaning against the wall, closer to the non-see-through glass, the three of you carefully listening in. "How long were you in the attic? Who was that girl who took you away?" No answer, just a long, filled noise of silence. Hank couldn't get anything out of the thing as the deviant kept looking at the table, his hands cuffed to the metal below him. "Why did you take the girl's hands? Why did you want to run away? Scared? Scared that we might have killed ya? Because you killed that man, and your fleeing with her might have something to do with it." Again, nothing. The silence started to piss Hank off, and he cursed under his breath before getting up from the chair and exiting the room. 'If he isn't a stupid, brainless human, he would have him talking by now.'

'Be quiet; he tried his best.' 'Yes, he did, and we designed this stupid decoy for only the Rk 800 bastard to talk to; this old hag isn't going to do shit.' 'Just trust in the process, Venom; Connor will soon ask questions, I know it. That's why Cyber life brought him in, remember?' 'Yeah, brought him in to help; I highly doubt these shit of humans would even let him near the decoy, let alone ask him some questions.' 'I know you're concerned for Connor, but he will get the decoy to talk; after all, if it destroys itself, we programmed it to tell Connor all he needs to know about the RA9, the I AM ALIVE sign, and even why Carlo's was killed by him, all we need is patience...' '...Fine, but if all of this blows over, you owe me another chocolate cake at the cafe ten blocks from here, got it?' You smiled. 'Got it.'

Eying the lieutenant more through the walls, he entered the room, and you heard some grumbles coming from his mouth. "We're wasting our time interrogating a machine where we'll get nothing out of it!" He snarled, sitting in the chair Beside you, as the guy on the wall chuckled. "You could always try ruffing it up a little; after all, it's not human." 'You disgust me; I'd rather eat someone than ruff them up; it makes it easier. Besides, androids have a wonderful minty aftertaste. ' Glaring at him harshly, you felt sick with his comment before Connor looked at him. "Androids don't feel pain. You would only damage it-" "And that wouldn't make it talk either; it would make it more freaked out than it already is."You added, looking back to the decoy. "Besides, putting more stress on the deviant will make it self-destruct; we don't want the whole building to go Boom, Boom." The man kicked off the wall, glaring harshly at you. "Ok, smartasses..." Stopping, his arms crossed again. "What should we do, then?" 'Throw you out the window, you human piece of trash.' As you and Connor looked at each other, you looked back at the man. "Connor could try questioning it; he was sent here for that reason. And if it doesn't work, I can try; it's my case, too." "Oh, I-i'm sorry, I didn't know the fed's own everything now; if this is your case, by all means, send the fucking coke can in; it's not like Hank and I have an opinion after all." 'Oh, there's always an option to eat and devour your bones.' "For fuck sake, enough, Gavin, roughing this guy up won't help; these two, that's all that's left; you two do on, the suspect is all your's." "Smiling, you stood up and looked at Connor. "Wanna interrogate him together? He might have a better chance of getting him to talk than with one person." Thinking for a moment, Connor looked at the deviant. "That might not be a bad idea, detective; let's go." Nodding, you followed, exiting the door and entering the interrogation side. The decoy immediately saw you, as your pointer finger quickly went to your mouth, wanting it to be quiet.

As Connor sat in front of the Devaint, he began to analyze him, every single movement, inch, and tech this android had on him. He even looked into his wounds. You went to the corner, leaning against the wall as your arms crossed, Venom reading his stress level at 35%. 'His levels are steady; we need the Robocop to get our decoy to 100% stress level for it to talk; we'll let it destroy itself, right?' You nodded. 'Yeah, because why would we give them more evidence? We don't want them too far ahead or too close to our tail; let's keep this thing simple and see what Connor can do.'

The file at the end of the table was now in front of your decoy as Connors's hands opened it, revealing a familiar picture of Carlos to the deviant. "Remember him? It's Carlos Ortiz, Stabbed 28 times." He flipped to the next picture; I AM ALIVE. "That is written on the wall with his blood." His stress level rose as Connors's head tilted slightly. "I detect an instability in your program; it can trigger an unpleasant feeling, like fear in humans." The decoy was still silent but looked up slightly to Connor, to you, then back to the table. ""You've been silent since they've arrested you. If you don't cooperate, they'll do things the hard way. Is that what you want?" The deviant's stress rose more, now at 43%. "You don't seem to understand the situation. You killed a human; they'll tear you apart if you don't say something." The stress level at 47%. "I'm here to help you...but you gotta trust me." Connor spoke, leaning more toward the deviant. "All I want is to get you out of here." He stated as the deviant's head looked up, himself hesitantly looking around. "W-What are t-they going to do to me..?" Connor was silent, alerting the deviant to freak out as he looked at Connor. "They're going to destroy me, aren't they?" "They're going to destroy you to look at your bio components; they have to if you don't tell us anything in use." "Why did you tell them she found me? Why coudln't you have her just take me to a safer place?" "She, in Meaning the girl who took you, who is she? What were her intentions with you?" The defiant was silent, but he answered “Nothing terrible to us, but to humans, she hates, she felt the same hatred towards my owner as I...she wanted to save me; she wanted me to have freedom; she was going to take me to a place where all androids Roam-free, where all called to RA9." "RA9… that symbol was written all over the shower walls in the bathroom. Was that what you're doing?" The deviant glared up at him. "It's the only way for him to see my message, my prayer....humans….they must be stopped." 'Damn it. He's getting nowhere; he's only at a stress level of 50%. He needs to be 100%. Can you do something? This Tin Can is getting me pissed."

You kicked yourself off the wall, grabbing a file from your coat as you stood beside Connor, slamming it to the table, the decoy jumping slightly. "28 STAB WOUNDS!" you snarled, both of your hands going to the table as you leaned closer to the decoy, face getting more irritated. "That's how many times you killed your owner, 28 times; if you really wanted to be free, then for murder, we would charge you the same for a human man, life to prison or sentence to death; you will get the same treatment if you don't speak. You hear me?! WHO IS THE DEVIANT SAVIOR? WHO IS RA9?!" You were very close to the deviant's face, his stress level skyrocketing from 50% to 80%. Venom lowered your voice slightly as the loudness and the deepness echoes the room. It shocked Connor slightly; his eyes looked around to see if anyone else was in the room, but no one was. Just you, and your incredible voice change. Gavin whistled behind the glass, shivers descending his spine while looking at a shocked but impressed Hank. "For a fed...she has good skills, scared the suspect and the tin can to death." Gulping, Hank leaned towards the glass more, his skin getting goosebumps. "She didn't just scare them...Holy shit... I-i think I might have just shit myself..." “what’s wrong Hank? Can’t take a little puberty?” Hank glared to him. “That was not puberty, smart ass, that…” Looking back to you, your eyes dug into the deviants soul, as a dark aroama formed around you, giving the interrogation room a different feeling from before. “That was inhuman.”

"You're not going to talk?" You asked, a small chuckle escaping your lips as you lifted up from the table, soon crossing your arms. "Probe his memory, Connor." The deviant's eyes widened as he looked at you, shocked. “How do you-is that is necessary? He answered my questions perfectly-“ “Just to it, Connor!” “But I-“ “DO IT!” The deviant face shot up, looking at the two of you now as his eyes were filled with fear. “W-What?! N-No, please, please don't let me relive what I've been through, no, NO, NO-" Connor grabbed hold of his head with both hands, a shit ton of information transferring from the deviant to him. After a lot of screaming from the decoy and around 15 minutes of containing said information, Connor was finished; as he quickly let go, the deviant's stress was entirely at 100 percent. Not seeing to investigate further, Connor looked at you, slightly overwhelmed by what he saw. “I have the information; we got all we need." Sensing some concern or remorseful emotion coming from him, you nodded, soon hopping off the table. "Let's get out of here then; we're done; take him back." Hank was hesitant at first but soon built up a little courage and got up from his Chair, Gavin sending his men in there to take the suspect back. But, as the bunch of you were about to leave, a loud bang arose, multiple actually.

*BANG!*

"What the hell?!" Hank went into the room and everyone turned to see the deviant banging his head against the wall, trying to kill himself directly. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING IDIOTS?! STOP HIM!!" Gavin ordered, he and his men tried to hold the deviant back, but the deviant just kept slamming his head, as blue blood spread all across the table.

"H-He's too strong! I can't stop him!!!" Yelled an officer, who was still trying to stop it, but it kept going until his breathing and wiring were no more.

Slamming his head for the last time, he face-planted dead onto the metal surface, more blue blood escaping, splattering onto Hank and other officers.

You and Connor weren't surprised by this, but everyone else in the room felt goosebumps and vomit coming up from their throats. The deviant showing no signs of life. “W-What the hell-Just happened?" Hanked asked, trying to get his breath, as you simply looked at him, no emotion showing. "He killed himself because of high stress when Connor probed his memory. It's a way to get information about what happened, but instead of Connor getting it, they both got it, which brought anxiety and stress to the Suspect. That action was necessary since he wasn't talking or giving both of us helpful information; he got it himself. Now, we can really start the investigation; we're done here; if you'd excuse me, gentlemen, I will report to Fowler the incident." And with that, you left, leaving everyone but Connor in utter confusion and shock. But Connor wasn't just going to let you leave, as he followed you right out, Running to you. "Detective!" Stopping, you turned to Connor before smiling. "Connor, I told you to call me Y/n-" "How did you know I can probe Deviants memory? That's a tactic only Androids know." Not surprised that he asked this question, you sighed.

"I work with Androids, the Feds higher all kinds of different android Ranks, and my partners, just happen to be Androids." You lied, Connors LED turning yellow as he processed the information. "You knew the Probe technique would work; why didn't you tell me we needed to use it before going there?" Chuckling, your head shook."Connor, it was a last-minute decision, we were getting no answers from the deviant, and we had no time to discuss the matter; it seems that you did it right away when I asked, but you didn't have to do it. For the future and as a learner of experience, if you want things to work when having a partner or working with someone that's not an android, communication is something that I should have done. Another is standing up for what's right or wrong; if you thought probing the enemy's memory was a bad idea, it would have been wise to say something. Wrong feelings in dire situations can lead to good actions, but good feelings in dire situations can lead to bad decisions. Do you understand?" he simply nodded. "Yes, I think so." "Good, I know you and Hank might not trust me because I'm FBI, but the three of us have the same mission on our hands, to do what is right and to find the Deviant Savior, so we all have to work together whether we like it or not, so, I will take my leave and head to fowlers office, I will see you both when another case pulls up." Connor nodded. "Will do detective!” Turning with a sigh, you pointed to him. “We’ll work on that too, because my name is not detective Connor…”

“It’s Y/n.”

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lazydoodlesandfanfic · 2 years

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There For The Big Day (Detroit Become Human X Reader)

Characters: Detroit Become Human X Reader (There’s no direct x reader, everyone just gets along :) (Except Gavin lol))

Universe: Detroit Become Human

Warnings: Spoilers to the game

Request: Kara and luther is about to have the greatest wedding of all time. They invite the reader because the reader helped them escape to Canada. This wedding is so expensive and great.

“Kara! Y/N is here!” Alice’s voice was heard from her room upstairs, filled with excitement as soon she was bounding down the stairs, rushing to the front door of the small house and throwing the door open and rushing out. Kara was immediately up to go watch her, a natural reaction for her at this point, and she stood on the doorway of her front door as she watched you step take Alice in your arms, throwing her up as high as you could, making the child giggle as she was able to wrap her arms around your neck.

“Ah! I’ve missed you! Have you been good for Kara and Luther?” You asked the girl who you placed on your hip as your other companions got out of the car- Connor, Hank and Markus. Connor smiled softly at the sight of you with the girl, Markus smiled at Kara and Hank gave her a small awkward wave. Alice nodded at your question before you placed her down to greet Kara as she walked up to greet you as well, Luther now emerging from the house as well to do the same. You pulled her into a hug first, rocking her slightly side to side, and Kara relished in the hug. The last time you had given her a hug was to wish the family luck in crossing the border. Now here you were, just over a year later, in Canada, happy, safe, and with the passing of the new law thanks to Markus, Luther and Kara were getting married in just a few short days, making it the perfect time for a reunion and a catch up.

You weren’t an android, being a simple human being just like Hank, though you were very different from the Lieutenant. During the revolution, even before things really kicked off, even before Markus and Kara had deviated, you were involved, and an activist for them. You worked mostly behind the scenes, though kept a normal life front to avoid attention. You helped move deviants around Detroit from safehouse to safehouse, created cover stories, and you helped Kara, Luther and Alice to cross the border, personally taking them there to ensure they got there safe. When things started to go in the android’s favour, people started to calm and listen to what was being said, and Markus was given airtime to talk about these things, it wasn’t a rare thing for Markus to bring you along on occasion to be his back up against those who would oppose him since they tended to see you as an equal compared to him, and also to set an example for others. You were great at it, people listened to you, you were charismatic and outspoken evenly. While Kara was always careful to not expose Alice to too much about what was happening back in Detroit and other states in fear she’d see the riots or something violent that would frighten her, but she always got excited when she saw you on the screen with Markus. You also had set up meetings with the police in Detroit, with help from Hank and Connor, to ensure from then on, cases involving androids were treated sensitively, properly, and that they were treated like humans. Hank made sure Gavin attended all 50 meetings, which included repeats, each lasting anywhere from 1 hour to 3.

“Kara, can I show my dress?” Alice asked excitedly. Kara pulled away from you to look at her adopted daughter.

“Alright, but don’t put it on yet, alright? We don’t want to ruin it.” Kara told her. The little girl nodded, and she grabbed your hand. In response, you grabbed Connor, and forced him along as well, taking him by surprise for a second as you and Alice dragged him along, making Markus, Luther and Hank laugh.

“Are you excited to make it official?” Hank asked, leaning on the car. Kara turned and smiled at Luther, who smiled back lovingly, before they turned back to him.

“We can’t wait.” Luther responded. “We’re the first in Canada, so it’s a big deal. We want it to be a small thing, but there’s gonna be press there probably…”

“Don’t worry, me and Connor will deal with it if they show up. We’ve made a few calls so they’ll be some dressed down officers in the back just in case to escort them out. You just worry about getting the words right and not stuttering.” Hank assured. “Speaking of Connor, I should probably go make sure that Y/N and Alice aren’t forcing him to play dress up.” Hank excused himself to go into the house, leaving the couple with Markus.

“Thank you for officiating our wedding, Markus. There’s not really anyone in our area who’s capable of doing it who’s willing.” Kara explained to him.

“Don’t worry about it, it’s an honour.” Markus smiled at them. The distinct sound of a little girl laughing her head off was heard distantly in the house, followed by the sound of Hank laughing as well soon reached them, telling them something had happened.

“Let’s go see what they’re up to.” Luther chuckled, leading the way into the house, followed by Kara and Markus, just in time to see you running down the stairs with your little pea in a pod Alice on your back, giggling her head off, wearing a distinct jacket several sizes too big for her, and not far behind was Connor, jacketless, though he had a smile on his face.

Hope you like it! If you have any questions, please send them in!

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xthescarletbitch · 30 days

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For the fic title game

"You know I'm gonna find a way" with Kara

And

"Take my hand" with Luther

thank you for sending this in!! <3 both very good choices.

for kara, i think of her path where she makes it to canada with alice and luther without sacrificing anyone because markus got the public opinion up high enough for the border guard to let her through without any trouble.

now, i’d set this fic somewhere before that. where, exactly? not sure. i could place it anywhere from her and alice’s first night on the streets to before jericho (could even do it during jericho).

for the sake of answering this ask, and keeping it reader-insert friendly, i’ll choose the moment where she has just escaped todd’s with alice, and she’s looking for a place to stay. i’ve always had a little fic idea where the reader is similar to rose and just takes in androids to help. however, there is more to the character—they were alice’s old babysitter, more specifically the one who’d watch alice every time kara wasn’t there, whether that was due to her fetting repairs or even before she was in the picture.

alice would bring you up to kara, who would be hesitant at first because she really does not want todd to find her. after exhausting her options by trying other spots, though, she chooses to follow through with finding you because she just wants alice to sleep in a nice, warm bed.

upon finding your place, kara is relieved when she sees androids through the window. she is happy seeing that it’s a safe space. you let them in, of course, and you’ll talk a bit about everything. you try your best to accommodate them both and have them feel welcome in your home, providing them with dry clothes and whatever else they need.

later that night, when kara is tucking alice in bed, she’d assure alice, “you know i’m gonna find a way,” referring to getting them to safety because she knows that they can’t stay at your place forever. alice nods, trusting kara, and then wishes you both good night.

kara exits the room, and you both get to talking. because i’m all about friends-to-lovers, this would be the start of pining between the two of you. this certainly won’t be the last night that you’ll see kara. you’ll be with her on every step of the journey, physically and spiritually. i’d find a way to place you at the scene throughout her story. a speedy romance, david cage style (like carla/lucas and madison/ethan). 🫶

next, luther!! i typically wouldn’t write for him, but, if anything, i’d do so in a platonic way. for his, i’d probably do the post-revolution trope where the three of them (him, kara, and alice) are in canada together. after crossing the border, kara is frozen, unable to believe she’s actually made it. so many thoughts circulate in her head as she looks around.

luther snaps her out of it, offering his hand to her. he promises her and alice that he won’t stop protecting them; he is there until the very end. for the sake of the fic, luther would know just where to go and lead the girls. he may have some prior connections in canada from androids he’s met with in the past, so he opts to take kara and alice with him.

they’d find temporary shelter for the night before consulting with luther’s friends. eventually, they’d get set up with more permanent housing and jobs to provide for themselves. they’d live a regular life together, platonically or romantically, and just enjoy their days in canada. alice would (maybe) attend school like a normal kid, kara would probably have a job at some bakery (i can’t explain this), and luther would probably work in something to do with business/accounting/technology (i also cannot explain this).

oh! and if i combined the two to be in the same timeline, maybe the reader has crossed the border before them, and kara is reunited with them after she does so, too. i’d just let kara and reader explore their romantic relationship as they live their lives without worry. i’d give my babies a happily ever after because that’s what they deserve. 😤

#kara x reader #ax400 x reader #detroit become human x reader #dbh x reader #kara #luther #alice #detroit become human #dbh #my writing #asks #ask game

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hearts-in-hand · 2 years

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If... I sent out a prompt for literally anyone to send me an emoji or either 1 or 2, and I’d make them a prompt/one shot/Drabble or maybe just head cannons or whatever comes to me based on my “loving Connor” playlists (one being for machine Connor and one for deviant Connor), would anyone do it? The 1 and 2 would be random and would decide whether it was machine or deviant Connor.... so you wouldn’t know which one you were getting until I did it...

I’m just saying, I have MAJOR brain rot and it could be fun. It doesn’t have to even be Connor specifically, give me an DBH character I just wanna write stuff for people. I’d even do a specific pairing, or an oc maybe if y’all told me enough about your oc... though it might be messy, no promises there.

IM JUST SAYING

Anyway if you did this the emoji would be 🎶 thanks

#Connor dbh #Hank Anderson #Nines dbh #Gavin Reed #Tina Chen #Markus dbh #Kara dbh #Luther dbh #rk800 #rk900 #Detroit become human #dbh #rk200 #ax400 #Reed900 #Hankcon #Connor dbh x reader #rk800 x reader

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prismuffin · 1 year

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Masterlist:

Masterlist 2

Marvel:

Miles Morales x male!Reader: “You knew it was going to snow, right?” Miles Morales x gn!Reader: Protection / Confession Miles Morales x gn!ninja!Reader: "You're a nin-what?" Miles Morales x male!genius!Reader: Observant Miles Morales x fem!spider-woman!Reader: Coincidence Miles Morales x mute!male!Reader: Grateful

Peter B. Parker x male!detective!Reader: Distraction

Peter Parker (any Spider-Man) x male!spider-mutant!Reader: Love and Affection

mcu!Peter Parker x black!male!witch!Reader: Best One Yet

tasm!Peter Parker x touchy!gn!Reader: Physical tasm!Peter Parker x kryptonian!male!Reader: Jealousy, Jealousy

Scott Lang x male!Reader: "Out of Milk"

Steve Rogers x male!Reader: "Mine."

Steven Grant x trans!male!reader: Long Day Steven grant x asexual(spectrum)!gn!Reader: Normal

Yelena Belova x gn! Reader: “Dont fuck it up.” Yelena Belova x ftm!Reader: "You’re looking quite masculine tonight"

Stranger Things:

Nothing yet!

The Umbrella Academy:

Luther Hargreeves x male!himbo!Reader: Jacked Dumbasses [Headcanons]

Criminal Minds:

Nothing yet!

Hitman Trilogy:

yandere!Agent 47 x gn!Reader: Patience // Garden yandere!father!Agent 47 x gn!reader: Escapade

Lucas Grey x gn!Reader: "You..."

Mission: Impossible:

dad!Ethan Hunt x son!Reader: “Talk to Me.” Ethan Hunt x agent!male!Reader: Can't Lose You Ethan Hunt x male!Reader: Someone He Could Trust

FarCry 5:

Jacob Seed x gn!Reader: “Chapstick”

Valorant:

Nothing yet!

Detroit Become Human:

Connor (Rk800) x male!engineer!Reader: Overheated

Elijah Kamski Fluff/SFW Alphabet (gn!Reader)

Markus (dbh) x fem!human!Reader: A Helping Hand

Simon (dbh) x human!loving!gn!Reader: You are my sunshine Simon (dbh) x human!gn!Reader: Turning Blue

Our Life Beginnings & Always:

Nothing yet!

Error 143:

Nothing yet!

Sally Face:

Sal Fisher x male!reader who’s into witchcraft; Little Dark Age Sal Fisher x gn!reader; I'm Here

WatchDogs Trilogy:

Josh Sauchak Headcanons !! (gn!Reader)

Sitara Dhawan x mute!younger!sibling!reader: Simple Mistake

COD: Modern Warfare2:

Alejandro Vargas & Rodolfo Parra x trans!male!Reader: Deserving (smut included)

John Price x top!male!Reader: "PRICE?!" John Price x Simon 'Ghost' Riley (req drabble): Sleep

John "Soap" MacTavish x Sly!Flirty!Gn!Reader (headcanons)

Poly!GhostSoap x airhead!male!reader: Idiot Boyfriend

Poly!Alerudy treating male!reader like Morticia Addams

The MW2 boys reaction to you calling them pretty boy (gn!Reader)

The MW2 boys reacting to male!Reader dying on the field (alejandro, rodolfo, soap)

The Imperfects:

Nothing yet!

Encanto:

Nothing yet!

Girl From Nowhere:

Nothing yet!

Metal Lords:

Hunter Sylvester with a Stoner s/o (Headcanons)

Dc Universe:

Barry Allen with a male!forensic psychologist!Reader

Dick Grayson x jealous!male!reader

Hal Jordan (Green Lantern) x quiet!male!Reader: Discretion

John Constantine x black!male!Reader: Cuddle-Bug

Tim Drake (Robin) x affectionate!male!Reader: Loverboy Tim Drake x gn!crow-like!reader; Catch me if you can

Kid Flash x male!Reader: Joy Ride Kid Flash x male!Reader: Denial Kid flash and flash (seperate) with a rich!male!Reader (Kid Flash) Wally West x gn!alien!Reader: Scent

Superman x male!detective!reader: Intrigued

Young Justice Squad x fem!aroace!reader (soulmate AU); Cursed

Masterlist 2

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Back to directory;

#marvel #stranger things #the umbrella academy #criminal minds #hitman world of assassination #far cry 5 #Valorant #detroit become human #our life beginnings & always #Sally face #watchdogs #the imperfects #encanto #girl from nowhere #metal lords #dc universe #prismaster #prislist

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lostquinn · 2 years

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Can I get you anything?

Kara (dbh) x gn!reader

Fluff // flirting

Summary - you go to visit Kara while she's at work, catching her just before she goes on break for some affection.

Could it be? A Kara fanfic? I don't see many of these around so here's one! Feel free to request characters and scenarios!! If you would be so kind, check out my latest post about my slow burn Connor fanfic coming soon!!

Word count - 574

The snow fell heavy around you as you walked down the street. Snowflakes gathered on your shoulders and hood, dusting you with a layer of white fluff. Your nose and cheeks were pink from the cold.

A smile began to grow on your face as you neared your favourite coffee shop. You knew she was working today, hence your eagerness to arrive at the old little coffee shop.

The cold bit your hands as you pulled them from your pockets, using one to grab the gold door handle and push the door open. Above you, a bell chimed as you stepped inside, calling her attention from whatever she was doing towards you.

"Kara," you chirped, stepping towards the counter.

"Hello [name], what can I get for you today?" She smiled.

"Can I get a tea, the time of your next break and a cookie please," You smirked, leaning on the counter slightly.

A subtle blue blush spread across her face as she looked you up and down. Kara smiled as she typed your order into the machine in front of her.

"About ten minutes, anything else?"

"No thank you, not till you go on break," You grinned, her blush growing as you paid and went to a table.

Soon, Kara brought you your order and sat with you. You didn't mind waiting ten minutes for your items seeing as she would stay with you for her break after bringing them to you.

"How's work been?" You asked, staring at her across the table.

"Nice and quiet," she leant her hand across the table, in response you reached yours out and held her hand.

You leant forward and lifted her hands, gently pulling it to your lips and planting a soft kiss on the back of her hand. Her grey eyes lit up at the interacting and she leant back.

Kara stood up from her chair, still holding your hand, and pulled you through the coffee shop out the back door into the alleyway behind.

It didn't take long before you had her gently pushed against a wall, softly kissing her lips. The two of you held hands as you kissed until you took a breath as she lifted her hands to wrap around the back of your neck.

One of your hands held her by the waist, shuffling closer as you kept kissing her. Your other hand rested on her cheek where you ran a thumb across her cheekbone.

Her lips were soft and slightly warm, it was a nice contrast to the snow that spiralled down around the two of you which chilled you to the core.

She tilted her head away slightly "I should get back to work," she said, leaning into your hand that still held her cheek.

"Of course darling," you smiled softly.

You wrapped both of your arms around her and pulled Kara into your chest, hugging her tight before she lead the both of you back inside.

You sat at your table, sipping your tea and picking at our cookie as you watched Kara work. Soon, the bell went off behind you followed by a squeal of joy from Alice.

Luther and Alice joint you at your table as the three of you waited for Kara to finish work. Alice sat colouring something in, occasionally showing you.

The four of you would soon spend the evening together, enjoying each others company as the evening began to grow dark.

#detroid become human #detroit become human #writers on tumblr #writing #kara x reader #dbh kara #kara dbh fluff

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imagine-silk · 4 months

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DBH Masterlist

Hank, Markus, Gavin, Elijah meeting your parents

Simon, Luther, Carl and Markus w/ a reader who doesn't like androids

Hugging Hank, Gavin, Chloe out of the blue

Calling Hank, Gavin, Chloe cute

Gavin w/ a m!surgeon!s/o

Characters as supernatural creatures

Yan!Connor, Yan!Hank, Yan!Gavin w/ a darling who is very tactile

Yan!Hank w/ a short darling

Yandere husband!Hank + son!Connor x willing darling!reader

Nameless flower (fic) one, two, three, four, ao3 link

#dbh #masterlist

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wolveria · 1 year

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I LOVED “Inside Your Wires” so freaking much. Stayed up until 6:30am reading it today (oof). You managed to create my EXACT niche for Android!Reader (“YN800” was absolutely brilliant) for DBH fics. The only part that sucks that you wrote the only one out there. I really wish there were more!

You wrote how an android might act perfectly and I’m just in love with the dynamic you made. I also loved how you switched androids to humans, and seeing Kara/Luther/Alice being a family was so cute. Or switching Amanda and Elijah. Very well executed.

My heart DROPPED into my ass when I read [KILL CONNOR] as the mission objective towards the end. That and when Connor shot reader point blank?? DAMN. Incredible tension and pacing throughout every chapter. The fluff was adorable (pancake scene) and the smut was A+

Will you ever write an Android!Reader/Human!Connor sequel? I really want to see more of this iteration of reader and Connor bc you wrote such an amazing dynamic and you’re so good at writing an android POV 🥺 Or perhaps one where both Connor and Reader are androids/half-android, presumably post-revolution?

Anyways even if you don’t end up writing more, you’re an amazing writer and I loved all the twists and turns. I’ll definitely be re-reading the fic in the future.

I agree there need to be more android!Reader fics, for sure!

I will not be writing a sequel from the Inside Your Wires universe, though I do have two spin-offs featuring Colin and Conrad. (The tumblr version is here)

I do plan to have another android!Reader fic, but this one will be with machine!Connor. And he's hunting down Reader, who is a deviant ;) I also had some human/android variations with Reader x RK900, but I'm not sure when I'll get to those since I don't have as much time and I've been focusing on other fandoms.

Thank you for such a sweet message, I really appreciate it and I appreciate you <3

#inside your wires #human!connor #android!reader #anon #dbh

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cubic-brain · 7 months

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My writing rules :

What I'll write for :

-any gender (I look forward to write trans readers!)

-any race/ethnicity (again, I look forward into writing arab readers!)

-any disability

-any age

-any AU

-any trope

-crossovers (reader from dbh x character from avatar for example)

What I won't write for :

-pedo/zoophilia

-uncomfortable age gap

-incest & stepcest

-smut

-anything that gives me the ick or makes me uncomfortable and grosses me out

Who I'll write for :

ATWOW I'll write for :

-Jake

-Neytiri

-Tsu'tey

-Tonowori

-Ronal

-Miles Quaritch

-Grace Augustine

-Norm Spellman

-Max Patel

-Neteyam

-Ao'nung

-Tsireya

-Kiri

-Lo'ak

-Rotxo

-Spider

-Tuk (platonic only)

DBH I'll write for :

-Kara

-Connor

-Markus

-North

-Simon

-Josh

-Ralph

-Luther

-Hank Anderson

-Alice Williams (platonic only)

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sethrine-writes · 5 years

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Winter Wonder

Pairing: Luther x Reader

Words: 786

Warnings: Nothing but fluff and wistfulness

A/N: To celebrate my new blog, how about some Luther goodness that no one asked for, but I couldn’t help but write? I absolutely adore the big, soft android, and there’s not nearly enough content for him. Let’s add this to the roster, shall we?

Where you initially came from, snow wasn’t a very common thing.

The first time you properly saw snow fall outside of cheesy Christmas movies, you had been roughly sixteen, the season on the cusp of turning toward spring. The temperature had dropped with a cold front, and later that evening, what everyone had expected to be rain had, instead, come down in fluffy tufts of snow. It didn’t stick to the ground fully, so there hadn’t been much to build a snowman or make snow angels, but finally seeing it in person, falling from the sky and glistening in what little light surrounded you, was a memory you would never forget.

Now, even after a year of living in Canada, watching the snow fall was still such a surreal moment, one that you never tired of.

Instead of fluffy flurries, the icy drops that fell from the sky were actual snowflakes, each unique and distinguished and just as lovely as everyone described them to be.

In the distance, you could see the snowman you and Alice had made, standing tall and proud against the backdrop of white-dusted forest trees. Somewhere surrounding the snowman were several snow angels, hard to see in the darkness, but still present, the current snowfall attempting to cover up the imprints with its gentle descent.

A sigh escaped your lips, long and quiet, content.

“It’s getting late.”

You didn’t have to turn to know who was there, but you were mildly surprised you hadn’t heard him come up behind you. For all his attempts at being quiet, Luther was a large, tall figure, an intimidating presence, if one didn’t actually know him, and his footsteps weren’t always the quietest. Reminiscing about the day must have really taken all of your attention.

“It’s only around nine,” you answered, feeling the android’s large, gentle presence stop just behind you.

“You’ve been outside all day,” Luther continued, a large hand coming up to fall gently against your shoulder. There was warmth in the touch, enough that you swore you could almost feel it through the thick jacket you wore.

“I like being outside,” you countered, knowing your smile was showing in your words.

“You’ll catch a cold,” he went on, and you could tell he was responding to your playful game. “You’ll be stuck inside for a while, and that would be no fun.”

“But I’ll have you to take care of me,” you answered, turning slowly to look up at Luther’s amused expression.

“You would come to hate me and my mother-henning, as you like to call it.”

A chuckle left you at his words as you recalled the last time he worried over you when your allergies were acting up.

“I could never hate you, Luther.”

His amused smile became soft at the change in your tone, his lovely eyes falling to half-mast and mirroring the same adoration you felt for him. You could even feel your own smile change, though yours was much bigger, perhaps a bit on the dopy side, but still just as genuine.

Large hands came up to cup your cheeks, just as warm and comforting as always, even in the single-digit-degree weather that stayed constant through the winter. You gave another sigh through a hum, the heat from your breath drifting up in wispy lines that dissipated quickly.

For a brief moment, his expression shifted. It still held that adoring quality, but there was something more about it, a stronger emotion you weren’t sure you could describe, but you were almost certain you felt just the same.

You wondered if he saw you the same way you saw him. Not as a gentle giant, of course, and not necessarily for all the quirks and labels you associated with him. But you couldn’t help but wonder…did he find you just as breathtaking as you did him against the backdrop of winter?

“Your charming tactics will not work on me, this time,” Luther spoke suddenly, causing yet another chuckle to leave you.

“Are you implying they’ve worked before?”

Luther blinked once, smile still sweet and genuine.

“Let’s go inside.”

Rolling your eyes, you reached up and pried one of his hands from your face with extreme ease, twining your gloved fingers through his bare ones. He seemed happy with your compliance, pulling away to lead you back into the house where the fireplace was aglow and radiating warmth that you couldn’t find outside.

One last time, you looked over your shoulder at the scenery glistening in the pale lights.

“I believe Alice was eager to make you hot cocoa, once you’ve warmed up a bit.”

You looked back to Luther’s smiling face, gentle and kind and understanding.

“That sounds lovely.”

#detroit: become human #detroit become human x reader #dbh #dbh reader #dbh luther x reader #dbh luther #fluff

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twoheartswrites · 1 year

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Nicknames

[Simply nicknames I feel like they would have]

Hank: He's the type to like nicknames, but adores it when you use his name in a caring way -> Love, Partner, Babe/Baby

Simon: He's a spoiled guy, no matter how many times he tries to ignore your flirting -> pretty boy, prince, angel

Connor: He's a simple guy, any nickname is a name he'll like, as long as it's from you -> Babe, Handsome, Charmer,

Luther: He's a big guy with a big heart, of course he's gonna have some really affectionate names -> Puppy, big guy, sweetheart

Marcus: He's also a straight and simple kind of guy, he'll take all the affection you can give -> Babe, Captain, Good-looking

Gavin: He loves constant reassurance of 'possession' when it's just you two -> My Beau, My Lover guy, my other-half

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balladofthesadcat · 5 years

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The Gentle Giant (He Was Always There)

The Gentle Giant

(He Was Always There)

DBH Y!Luther x F!reader

Summary: The slow-burn story of how Luther manages to get his way and keep you all for himself without you ever thinking of leaving him.

Warnings: short mention of murder and choking.

Word count: 2096 words

Author’s note: Honestly, I intended this to be just one page and not such a detailed slow burner. And yet here we are... The story said “Up yours!” to me and showed me that it needed more length for the correct expression. I hope you guys enjoy this. Also - I would like to dedicate this to the admins and mods of @detroitbecomeyandere because they were my inspiration for this. So I hope I did them and Luther justice with this story. I hope you will enjoy it. Do let me know about your thoughts, please.

He was there. He was always there. That was just the thing about him.

You couldn’t reach something? He’d get it for you. You had trouble moving some things around? He’d be right there to help you out. You were stood up by someone? He’d be at your side and make you feel happier than that person probably could’ve.

At first it was endearingly nice. He was so thankful for the world sending you his way to give him a chance to prove that he was more than just some muscle – his own words. He did use his physical abilities, he never tried to forget about that fact, but as massive as he was, he was always surprisingly gentle. And you couldn’t thank him enough for that. Fort he first time in your life you could claim that there was a man in your life who was truly a giant, but as gentle as a lamb, and you weren’t afraid.

It wasn’t always like that. Coming from a family that was as dysfunctional and rotten as one can imagine, you were full of hate and fear for men, especially physically well-built men, thanks to your half-brother. The bastard, yes, only hit you once, but it left a permanently visible mark on your left knee after you fell on glass from his three slaps on your left cheek. And the emotional terror… That was constant. And it all came from him. Yes, you would never forgive your mother for not stepping up and putting an end to it by, yes, banishing him, but after a while you grew tired… You just wanted to escape, live your own life. When you finally managed to establish your independence, a whole continent between you and your past, you couldn’t be happier. But the fear and hate for a certain type of men stayed with you. You groomed it into a strong distrust though, but that seemed to be as permanent as the dreaded mark on your knee.

But then came the androids, the revolution, and at the end… Luther.

You were a latecomer, too late to join in on the fight’s height, but you did try to help the androids get their freedom and recognition. And after a time, as things in the world began settling down, he came into view.

It was slow at the start, really. You did allow him as far as becoming your loose acquaintance, but no more at first. While he found a way to make a living for himself, despite not having a „human” use for money, he discovered his own self, and so did you, and a certain voice was born that you two used with each other. So then you let him in on your distrust, just so he could understand. He deserved that much.

From then on it was really quick. A fast friendship. You found kindness and protection in him and he grew into a figure that you were supposed to have, but never did. He turned into that brother you never had. And after that, a friend, a dear one, the one you would first call to tell about a nightmare to.

So it was all nice and sunny.

He was always there to comfort you. To just make sure you were treating yourself right, especially when other didn’t.

You thought it was just your bad luck that you could never make it with romantic relationships. It didn’t help that you had pretty high standards, true, so you tried to be reasonable, but even with that, your date candidates just never remained. You even joked about it with Luther, saying that he was the one scaring them away once they knew about him. He allowed himself a thoughtful smile and just said that if that was the case, good – you deserved someone who wouldn’t be afraid to protect you if needed, to try at least, not run.

You agreed.

But still, it kept bugging you. Especially when he knew just when to show up after a bad date or being stood up. You jokingly called him a stalker. He just hummed.

So when and how did it all change? It was a gradual and silent process, because once you realized, it was already in full swing. Luther was like your bodyguard, at your side, watching your back whenever he could. Sometimes even without you actually seeing him. And if you asked him to come, he did. Always. Not one absence.

But he was just so kind, how could you be mad? He was so wholehearted, so warm, so adoring, why couldn’t you just be at ease? Nights you spent pondering such things, always coming to the conclusion that you were the wrong one with a fault in your system, unable to just calmly and fully accept such a person in your life.

So you started blaming yourself inside. And at the same time, on the outside, you were more affectionate with him. He blossomed from it, visibly, and that gave you such joy that… You just couldn’t stop.

The slow burn finally exploded, gently though, one cozy evening when some random company had a free photo booth set up at the mall and the two of you went in to take a picture together – and he enveloped you in his strong arms and kissed you just as it was taken.

And you accepted it.

And from then on, it was realized, it was confessed, it was given a name – you were lovers, only belonging to one another because that was just the right way, two hearts together, not more.

It came fairly soon after, when you moved in together. Luther didn’t even voice it as a question, over a steaming plate of spaghetti, but as a soft-spoken statement, and you nodded. And living under the same roof with him, sleeping in the same bed with him, giving your naked truth only to him and taking his in return – it was beautiful, warm, all-pervading.

You finally began to think of his permanent, always able to be counted on, eternal presence as normal, as perfect, as a heavenly gift. He did distance you from others to a certain extent, but you supposed it was right, as he was now not only your friend, but also your better half. Perhaps those were the glory days and months of your romance. He was treating you fair and right, even better. Never once failed to meet your high standards. You knew he was exactly like how you expected and required your perfect lover to be.

Your first-year anniversary and many other personal celebrations behind you, he took you to a library one night when it was closed. He knew how much you loved them and thought that this would be exciting enough. You sneaked in and wandered around, made lovely hushed talk and once sat with a book of your choosing, he began reading to you. It was so romantic that your heart was swelling with joy, really. And when he finished reading to you and you two were about to put the book back in its place, as he turned to you, he got down on one knee and proposed. There was no question about your answer which came immediately – yes, yes, a thousand times yes, Luther! Your exclamation alerted the security guard so your giant knight in shining armor gathered you in his arms and took you to safety – back home, with him.

Now what was going through his mind during all this time? From the start, he viewed you as a celestial blessing. He knew that you were a treasure that all may discover, but only one could earn and he had to be that one. He wouldn’t allow anyone else to have the honor. He wanted to be correct about it, wanted to treat you so well that you wouldn’t have any doubts about the two of you. And when you told him about your distrust, your story, he knew he had been right. If he were to ever treat you outright violently and with force, you wouldn’t run to him, but from him, and he would have to crush you with his love – fatally. He wouldn’t have that. You were going to be his friend and then later lover too, and he was going to make sure to embed himself into your very mind to get his way. It was a much better approach. No one would have to get hurt and you would willingly offer yourself to him, want him to take you in his arms because he would treat you so right, there could be no other logical choice! But he was always ready to deal out a fatal blow, if ever needed, in the name of his love. He just hoped it wouldn’t come to that. And for a long, long while, slowly burning, it didn’t.

So little did you know, you were tied up on invisible strings that allowed you movement, but one wrong step and the pull would be merciless. But you wouldn’t go against your love, you had no reason to. It really was a perfect relationship. He was always there to make it so.

You began working as a translator and interpreter for a very respected company. You had a firm but bearable schedule, regular projects typing away on the texts that needed to be turned, in your office and when you weren’t doing that, you could make use of your language skills and help two parties understand each other in person or through calls. It was truly satisfying and you were proud, even more with Luther’s constant praise.

He just wasn’t happy whenever you had to dress up too ’nice’ for interpreting. You never dealt with regular tourists, but society’s higher people instead. And dressing nice for those occasions never meant the extensively deep cleavage or way too short skirts, so it wasn’t exactly obvious temptation you presented, at least not to you. You were a professional – beautiful, yes, but intelligent and you had dignity. Luther never worried about your part either. He just still found you way too enticing, always, and the way a well-tailored pants suit hugged your figure and the accompanying tasteful jewellery highlighted your modest but warm smile and bright eyes, it all tugged on his mechanical heart. Because it never went unnoticed. Whether you had to deal with men or women, they all looked at you and they – they dared to enjoy what they saw. Of course he knew, he would always keep a close eye on you and make sure to have at least access to a security camera to watch you with. Whenever you came home from such events, he would open the door for you just as you were about to reach for your key or even wait for you right outside the building where you had your meeting. He was always there.

He had to make sure you never strayed.

An until you met that certain man, you didn’t. But one day one of the businesspeople you had to work with just so happened to be from your own home country. It was a pleasant surprise, so after work was done, you agreed to have dinner with him and you two did chat up a storm about the good old homeland. The problem wasn’t that you came home later than usual, he allowed that to happen so long as you notified him. The problem was that this time you just forgot to let Luther know and only shared the news with him after arriving home. He wasn’t fuming. He was gentle, but he seemed tired. You were lying in the dark, together in bed when he pulled you even closer and whispered in your ear „I trust you, my heart, but I fear that you will leave me behind one day. From now on, you are always going to tell me everything, okay? Don’t leave me out of our love.” How clever words, right? They tugged on the strings of your heart just right. You fell asleep with heavy guilt dissecting your spirit that night and a frown which had Luther smiling all until morning. He knew he had done it right. No need for physical restraints when you could still trust him and feel guilty for hurting him instead. Much better. Much more effective.

So when that man returned a few days later and asked you to dine with him again, you felt that painful shudder in your heart and refused kindly, immediately texting Luther to let him know what just happened. He was pleased, but his reply was collected and modest.

That man, however, didn’t give up. You never got to know what his true intentions and goals were, friendship outside business or romancing you. He asked you to join him at lunch, but you just so happened to be snowed in with a very tightly deadlined translation that day, so you had to refuse because of that too. A text to Luther to let him know of the man’s attempt, of course. You were glad to arrive home that evening, ready to stretch your limbs and relax your brain from all the concentration of the day. Sleep came easy and fast to you next to your lover. And once you were out and he was sure you would stay asleep, he removed himself from bed, got ready and left your apartment.

He moved silently, quickly, gracefully and expertly, which was sometimes surprising for a man of his size. No one in the sleeping city registered him making his way to a certain apartment, rented by a certain man. That man never even heard him entering the house, nor the bedroom, only when the air could no longer travel down to his lungs and the glass of wine slipped from his hand did he know that he was in trouble – but it was too late. Luther was silent and precise. His gloved hands kept a firm hold around the man’s throat until he was gone, just a sack of meat and bones. And just as ghostly a way he slipped in, he was gone, leaving no trace behind. The police would never find him and would class him as the miraculous murderer.

When the news reached you, you were shocked at first. And then terrified. You were typing away at work but you suddenly felt so sick that you had to go home earlier. You texted Luther and although you didn’t expect him to be home as early as you, because it was an unusual occurrence, he was there. Just like always. His arms encircled you and you could release all your terror and he held you through it, guiding you back tot he light, to calmness again.

„I’m so glad you didn’t go with him, my love. I don’t even want to imagine what could’ve happened to you if you had…” Loving, soft, deep murmurs in your ear that just cemented your feelings further.

This was what started it all. It was a convenient excuse, really. Luther gently but surely convinced you to give up interpreting and to start doing the translations from home. And why would you say no? Home office was fun and comfortable. So it happened. For a while you still went out, but always with him knowing, and only with your trusted friends. And it always felt like you were being watched, but to you it was a feeling of safety now.

Luther was there, always there, but it wasn’t enough for him, because you were still not confined to one place, your home, where he could always be sure of your safety and have your love always be ready for him and only him. To make that happen, he needed to give it a final push and sever you from your friends as well.

It was pure manipulation, but so refined and perfect that you never recognized it as such. He just made sure to pull on your heart’s strings with such soft sentences like „I miss you.” and „I would be so happy if it could be just the two of us today.” and sometimes even an „I’m glad you are home, there was something in the air today and I was worried for you…” Slowly but surely you were convinced that safety for you could only be found at home or together with Luther. So it felt natural when one by one, your friends and outings disappeared or you let go of them.

And Luther was always there, behind you, smiling to himself.

It was a masterful execution, how he managed to preserve your joy, your creativity and spirit, but have it only be presented to him, without you even wanting to go anywhere without him.

And no literal chains were ever needed. Your guilt that you weren’t treating him well would deal with everything and you never once questioned that. Had you still been conscious of your self, you would have realized that your happiness was no longer the same. But that part of you was erased, lost somewhere in time and Luther.

And why would you ever want to experience life without him? He was the source of your happiness.

Whatever you so desired was handed to you.

You were never endangered, but always protected.

He was always there for you.

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