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samsaurwrites · 2 years

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HAPPY 100 FOLLOWERS!!!! Slow Down (RK900 x Reader NSFW Oneshot)

A/N: hehehehe we're at 100 followers now so i thought—hey, let's celebrate by posting something ~ s p i c y ~

Slow Down (Nines x fem!Reader)

Nines is acting weird.

You decide to figure out why.

Tags: Deviant Upgraded Connor | RK900, Upgraded Connor | RK900 Is Bad at Feelings, Sex Pollen (but like a virus), idk don't question it too much, Smut, Shameless Smut, Dubious Consent, Vaginal Sex, Rough Sex, Overstimulation, Reader-Insert, No Y/N, Semi-Public Sex

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Something about Nines has been… off since you left the crime scene together—a WR400, ripped to pieces, in the slums of Detroit; her joints wrenched apart, wires twisted and torn; components, dozens of them—broken, modified, scattered the floorboards of an old, rotting house; thirium, pooling underneath, splattering the walls in grotesquely abstract shapes and patterns.

It had been hard to look at.

You had suggested interfacing with her—it had seemed like a good idea, at the time. You figured maybe, if there was any latent information floating around in her CPU, maybe Nines could find it.

Maybe it would help you find who did this to her.

It could be the best lead you were going to get, you’d said. And he had agreed.

But maybe that had been a mistake.

You glance over at him from the passenger seat of your car, worrying the inside of your lip between your teeth as you scan his profile.

It’s dark—nearly midnight—but the intermittent light from the passing streetlamps is more than enough to see the tension in his shoulders, the way he sits ramrod straight, fingers digging into the surface of your steering wheel. It’s more than enough to see how his his brows furrow. How they’re knitted together into a deep scowl.

He stares ahead, ignores you even though you know he knows you’re watching him, watching the LED at his temple flicker a dull yellow, cycling around and around and around. You look back down at your hands, resting awkwardly on your lap. Take a moment to pick at the non-existent dirt underneath your nails.

The moment he’d touched her—artificial skin retracted, revealing smooth white plastic and unfeeling steel—he’d recoiled, like he’d been burned.

And he’s been acting so weird since.

You clear your throat. “Hey, uh, are you—”

“I’m fine, Detective,” he says. Snaps, really.

“Right,” you murmur, shifting in your seat. You turn your head to stare out the window. Lean your forehead against the glass and let out a quiet sigh, watching as Detroit slides by in gloomy twilight, blurred by rain that streaks across the window.

You try not to think too hard about the way he’d jerked away from you when you touched his shoulder; how he’d flinched when you handed him your keys and just barely brushed his open palm.

The rest of the drive passes in stiff silence, and by the time you make it back, the station is nearly deserted, with only a few bleary-eyed humans and a handful of androids wandering the premises.

Nines is careful not to touch you when he drops your keys back into your hand. Ignores the concerned look you give him and strides towards his desk. You follow, trail after him and sag down into the squeaky swivel chair at your desk.

You chance another glance over at him, across your connected desks. You lean forward on your elbows, watching his LED, a steady amber that flashes red when your gazes meet. Just as you open your mouth to speak, he stands.

“Excuse me,” he says, swallowing thickly.

And then he’s gone.

You chew at your bottom lip again, watch him leave the bullpen and turn down the hall that leads towards the server room. You let out a frustrated breath, pressing the heels of your hands into your eyes.

“Motherfucker,” you whisper under your breath.

The guilt gnawing at you starts to grow. It flowers in the empty spaces between your ribs—it sprouts tendrils that wrap around your lungs, thorns that dig into your thudding heart.

It had been your idea, after all.

Maybe you should go apologize.

You shake your head—you should just finish your paperwork and give the android some space, especially if he’s upset with you. You should just give up trying to understand the innerworkings of CyberLife’s most advanced prototype (he’s made it abundantly clear that you’ve failed at that particular endeavor so far). You should just mind your own goddamn business and go home.

But here you are. Standing up, pushing away from your desk to follow after him.

You shove your hands in your pockets as you round the corner. Try to act nonchalant as possible while you walk down the empty hallway and up to the server room door. It’s dark when you get there, which is—admittedly—a little odd, but you don’t think too hard about it, pushing inside before you lose your nerve.

It’s quiet. Really, really quiet. And real fucking cold, too.

You start walking down the center aisle, glancing up and down the rows of blinking servers as you pass them.

“Nines?” you call. “You in here?”

Something sends a shiver down your spine.

“I, uh… I know you said you’re okay,” you ramble, wandering over to a metal table hidden in the back corner of the room, playing idly with one of the spare cables coiled on top, “but I feel like you’re angry at me or something so—”

You’re pushed up against the wall, hard. Fast.

Panic seizes your throat. You fumble for the empty holster at your belt, then recognize the black and white jacket, the steely eyes glaring down into yours.

“Nines, what the fuck,” you hiss, planting your hands on his chest to push him off of you. “You scared the shit out of me.”

You shove as hard as you can, but he doesn’t move. Doesn’t even budge.

“…Nines?”

His shoulders are heaving. LED pulsing a bright, angry red. “You need to leave.”

His words are sharp, rough, and it sends a jolt of fear through you.

“Okay, sure, just—” your voice shakes. You start to notice the heat bleeding through the fabric of his uniform. “A-are you overheating or something?” you mutter. “You’re—”

You barely choke back a yelp as he grabs your jaw with one hand.

He stares down at you. Forces your head back until you can’t do anything but stare back at him, can’t do anything but bare your throat and melt in pools of molten silver. You blink—absolutely dumbstruck.

Your heart hammers inside your chest, so hard, so frantic, you’re afraid it might burst. Your face flushes—you know he can hear it, know he can feel it, the way your body responds to his—and suddenly, it’s way too fucking hot in here.

He leans down, keeps you against the wall with fingers that burn against your skin. You feel his breath ghosting across your skin, feel his other hand digging into your waist.

You don’t know what to do—don’t know what the fuck is happening.

He mouths at your collarbone and you jolt, fingers flexing in the soft fabric of his shirt. He dips his tongue into the hollow of your throat, traces its shape and hums as he catalogues the taste of your skin. The whimper falls from your mouth before you can stop it.

“Nines-”

And then he’s kissing you. Crushing his mouth to yours.

You struggle to keep up, pressed further into the wall by the intensity, the heat of him. He bites down on your lower lip, so fucking hard it breaks the skin and you taste blood—whimper and moan and let his tongue dip into your mouth and tangle with yours.

You wrap your arms around his neck, twist your fingers in his perfect hair and swallow down every perfect throaty groan he gives you. You arch your back. Press up into his torso, his hips, the hardness you feel against your stomach.

He grabs the backs of your thighs, lifts you up so you can wrap your legs around his waist, and kisses you harder, shoves his tongue so fucking far into your mouth you almost choke on it. He ruts against your clothed core, and the friction, the pressure against your clit—fuck—it makes your eyes roll back.

He carries you over to the metal table, drops you down onto its surface and manhandles you onto your stomach. Drags your pants—your underwear—down just far enough to expose your dripping sex.

“N-Nines!” you yelp, pushing up onto your elbows just to be shoved back down flat, his hand planted firmly between your shoulder blades. You hear him unbuckle his belt, hear him yank his zipper down. “Hold on—”

“Can’t—” he grunts, dragging the fat head of his cock up and down your folds. Your hear lurches, and your hips jerk backwards—you can’t help it.

He sinks into you fast. Filling you so suddenly, so full you feel it in your throat.

You cry out—the stretch, the burn—loud and long and broken off by the hand that clamps around your mouth. That pulls you back to meet his thrusts.

“Quiet,” he hisses. He grabs your hip with his other hand, shifts them so he can hit you deeper, so that he can hit that spongey spot inside you that has you weeping, begging him, muffled by his fingers, to give you more.

White-hot pleasure sears in your center, electric. It pulses harder, as his hips snap into yours, coils tighter with each drag of his head against your walls. You whimper and whine, thrust backwards because you want more—need it.

Your whole body tenses, then fucking shatters—clamping down around his cock.

He pounds into you, fucking relentless. Again and again and again. You splutter nonsense, tears rolling down your cheeks, seeping between his fingers. Begging for him to stop—to go harder. His hips stutter, and he groans, voice staticky and distorted and so fucking hot, pumping you full of his artificial release.

Before you can even begin to catch your breath, before you can really register that he’s let go of your mouth, he flips you over onto your back. Yanks your pants off entirely and grabs your legs, pressing them back flat against the table by the backs of your knees—wide fucking open.

“Fuck, N-Nines,” you whimper, hands splayed out against his abdomen. “Slow down, I-I can’t—”

He drives into you again before you can say anything else. Kisses you deep. Hard. Sucks your tongue into his mouth while he fucks you into the table. Swallows the needy moans, the pathetic, broken whimpers that fall from your mouth.

The stretch. The drag. It’s too much. The way he holds you down. The way he makes you take it. The way pleasure—exhilarating, excruciating—builds and builds and builds; the way it crashes into you and you see white.

He’s filling you again. Painting your insides. Fucking the cum that leaks out back into your abused hole, rolling his hips up into yours. You push on his chest, thrash and writhe underneath him.

He pulls out, pumping into his fist, and cums again—splattering your stomach in artificial release.

The room descends into a fragile stillness. You lay, staring at the ceiling, panting.

“Are you alright, Detective?” he asks eventually, and you manage a weak nod.

“I…” he trails off, tucking himself back into his jeans and righting his jacket. “I apologize, Detective. The interface with the Traci… It… Something happened.”

“Mm?”

He clears his throat. “However, that seems to have… Have cleared the error from my systems.”

“Oh, okay,” you say, nodding again. “Just, uh… Just let me know if you ever need to defrag your hard drive or… or empty your junk mail or something. I’d be, ya know… willing to help out.”

He shoots you an unappreciative glare.

“You should get dressed,” he says.

“Yeah, yeah I will,” you say. “I just need a second. Can’t really feel my legs yet.”

He looks away, but you can feel the smug look on his face.

You can’t really find it in yourself to care though.

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multifixwritings · 30 days

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Detroit: Become Human

(x Reader)

Connor RK800 *nothing here yet

Kara AX400 *nothing here yet

Markus RK200 *nothing here yet

North WR400 *nothing here yet

#detroit become human #dbh #detroit: become human #masterlist #multi fandom blog #multi fandoms posts #multifandom account #multifixwritings

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unfortunately-obsessed · 4 months

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Characters I write for (doesn't need to be x reader/romantic)

Bruce Wayne

Miguel O'Hara

Oliver Queen

Jim Gordon

Alfred Pennyworth

Clark Kent

Lois Lane

Selina Kyle

Kara Danvers

Loid Forger

Yor Forger

Connor RK800

North WR400

Markus RK200

Kara AX400

Fandoms:

Batman/Batfam

DC in general

ATSV

X-Men

7th time loop

A sign of affection

The Legend of Galactic Heroes

Battleship Yamato

Guidelines | Masterlist

#bruce wayne #batman #dc #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara #selina kyle #oliver queen #clark kent #lois lane #kara danvers #loid forger #yor forger #connor rk800 #markus rk200 #north wr400 #kara ax400 #alfred pennyworth #jim gordon #arwrites

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mo0nfairy · 3 years

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𖥔 ࣪ ㅤ۪ 🪷 🪺 ⸺ 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 !

♫ 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭 — 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞

˚ ✩ 🎾 ｡ ˚ ✧ * ｡ 🧷

𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

( 📦 ) . . . 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗲𝘁.

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

( 📦 ) . . . 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗲𝘁.

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

( 📦 ) . . . 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗲𝘁.

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜. 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬

( 📦 ) . . . 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗲𝘁.

#north #north wr400 #north dbh #dbh #detroit: become human #detroit become human #masterlist #yandere #yandere north #yandere north wr400 #yandere dbh #yandere detroit become human #north imagine #north wr400 imagine #dbh imagine #detroit become human imagine #north x reader #north wr400 x reader #dbh x reader

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roguelov · 5 years

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REQUEST: Got a request, North, Chloe, and Kara react to a female android human soldier as in an android with a human brain inside them and augmented organs even bleeding purple blood while also having a purple LED and having the same rights and benefits as a human

Note: Thanks to @multi-muse-transect for the request and sorry it took way longer than I was expecting but I hope you love it!

North:

Stepping onto the desolated ship, a mixture of dread poured into your veins. The eerie, dark hallway ahead did little to calm your nerves. No sounds, no light, and seemed to be no life ahead. Pulling out your flashlight, the light revealed what you already knew: emptiness. Dust collected, beams fell with exposed wires, and old boxes and crates scattered about in this ship aged beyond its years. All of it monochromatic. A lifeless grey with the occasionally rust brown. The other color from your light, and your LED: yellow and purple respectively.

This is stupid. I should just turn back around.

Yet, your feet continued to march forward. No matter how many turns and twists you made, no matter how much your nerves rose, you continued forward. Each step echoing throughout. Your heart pounded heavily, and you wondered if it echoed too. It felt as if it did, as if your footsteps and heartbeat was a haunting beat.

Pushing open another door, it revealed not to be another hallway but a massive room. The walkway shifted from solid metal to grates, encasing the room with multiple stairways down. You peeked over the railing seeing more abandons crates. No life. Hesitantly, you shuffled down the stairs shining your flashlight at every corner, behind every box. Still nothing. Until, a thud echoed. Definitely wasn’t your own footsteps or your heart, it was something else. Spinning on your heel, you saw nothing. Your flashlight darted around and you shakily asked, “Hello?”

Answering your call, one by one androids appeared from out of corners or behind crates. Those you did not check yet. A blond male android stepped forward. “Who are you?” His eyes scanned over you landing on your unique LED that flickered from purple and yellow with a quick flash of red.

His eyes furrowed, “What are you?”

Swallowing down your fears, you said, “Someone who needs a place to hide.”

“You don’t belong here.” A woman stepped forward crossing her arms.

The blond male whispered, “North.”

The woman, North, cocked her eyebrow. “What, Simon? I’ve seen this woman on the news. The Convergence of Humanity and Technology,” she repeated a headline from years ago, “she’s not an android at least not fully. Jericho is for deviants, for androids. For all we know she could be a spy for the humans, she could report back to them and we all get deactivated. She can’t stay.”

You frowned. “Report to the humans? If you know about me then you know that most of them don’t like me either. They despise me. I have no one. I thought Jericho was a place for runaways, for those seeking asylum. Yes, it’s mainly for androids, but I am half if not more.”

North glanced over at you, her attention pulled away when Simon placed a hand on her shoulder, “We can’t turn anyone away. She’s right. Jericho is a place for those who don’t belong, for those who need a home.”

North simply shook her head and walked away.

Days, nearly a week at Jericho. None of the other androids go near you as if you were diseased. A plague. Only Simon was kind enough to talk to you, although the conversations were mostly formal and short. But conversations you appreciated none the less. Sighing, you lounged on a crate fiddling with the sleeves of your jacket as your thoughts raced.

These winter nights are only going to get harder. I don’t have enough clothing or layers for the nights to come. Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe I should just go to Canada.

“Two lives wage war within you. Two sides that on the surface contradict the other yet the two are more similar than many would have you believe.”

Your head snapped to see Lucy. A female android with black voids as eyes with most of her hardware exposed. You would be lying if you said she didn’t creep you out. You’ve seen her once or twice and in those passing moments it felt as if her eyes burned through you.

“Um, what?” you mumbled.

“Most see black and white when the world is grey. Yes, some areas may seem completely black, or completely white, but it is not.”

“I have no idea what you are talking about.”

“You are not one or the other and neither is everyone here. Android with feelings and a human with a mechanical body are very similar. Humans and androids are the same. Some just choice not to see.” She stated before floating away.

I have no idea what just happened.

What you didn’t know was of someone eavesdropping onto your conversation. Someone who needed to hear it more than yourself.

Later that night, you shivered as the moon brought more unwanted cold. You tugged on your jacket desperate for some heat as you tucked your legs closer to your chest. “How can you get cold?” You glanced up to see North, she continued, “Your body is mostly machine.”

“Yes,” you said through chattering teeth. “But the doctors and engineers wanted me to still feel human so they added sensors, or artificial nerves so to speak. I feel pain, temperature, etc.”

North hummed before strolling away. You didn’t think much about it. However, seconds later something was thrown at you. Darkness covered your vision. Pulling the things off your head, you found it to be a blanket. Slightly ratty, with some holes, but still a useable blanket. Glancing around, North stood feet away. Her focus on Simon and Josh, not on you. But you knew it was her. A smile twitched on your lips as you wrapped the blanket around your shoulders.

After that moment, North started talking with you more. Similar to Simon the conversations were short and simple, however, naturally grew to be more personal. Strangers to friends. Then one day, North plopped down next to you on a crate and asked, “How did this happen to you?”

She faced forward watching as the rest conversed among themselves. You blinked at her, “What?”

“How did you become half android? Those news interviews never did say.”

“Oh,” you mumbled. “Well, it’s because it’s not a very pleasant story.”

“Well most of us here haven’t had a pleasant experience either.”

“True.” You hunched forward resting your forearms on your thighs. Your legs dangled over the crates as your eyes trained onto the floor. “It was a robbery. A group of people broke into my home and wanted money, jewelry – just anything that could be sold for money,”

North turned her head staring as your figure shrank as you recounted your trauma.

“I gave them everything, I wiped my security cameras, and I did everything they asked in order to survive. But in the end, they decided my cooperation wasn’t enough. That me still breathing was enough for them to be sent away. So they beat me. They thought I was dead and so did I. Until someone saw my front door wide open and called the cops. Ambulance came and took me away, and those people were arrested. I was hooked up to so many machines and death was coming for me. That was until a doctor came in and asked if I was willing to do an experimental surgery. Seeing how I was days away from dying I had nothing to lose so I said yes. And as they say the rest is history.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Why?” you stared at North. “You weren’t there.”

“No. Sorry for thinking you were somehow less. I made a judgement about you without knowing you and for that I’m sorry.”

You smiled. “You’re not the first to judge me but you are the first to apologize so apology accepted.”

From that moment on, North became your best friend and somewhat protector. If anyone was giving you are hard time North was not too far to put them in their place. Like your shadow. Your ally. The two of you stood side by side during the demonstrations, through all the troubles, to seeing Detroit liberated. To seeing androids, and yourself, free.

Kara:

Canada was the only option you had left. Detroit couldn’t be your home at least not anymore. But you had a problem. You appeared to be an android. You had a blinking LED planted on your temple. You did have a mechanical body, yet the organs inside were very much human. You still had memories from your childhood, your life before the transition. You looked like an android, but you weren’t entirely. However, border control would not care for the difference. All they would see is deviant trying to escape. A broken robot acting like a human.

All you had was a whim idea of trying to flee to Canada where stigma and laws were looser.

No plan. Just a whim.

You never had, nor needed, a passport which meant if any person saw you trying to obtain one now questions would be asked and you would be denied. What you had to do was sneak past the border, which meant relying on a sympathetic stranger. In this case, that stranger was Rose Chapman who frequently helps androids, deviants for that matter, such as crossing the border. You hoped she would help you. Putting a few belongs into a backpack, saying goodbye to your home, you head out onto the road.

Driving north, the sun set and as grey clouds blocked out the night sky. Snow soon fell from the sky. Calmly at first. A picturesque snowy night one would imagined through a window as you snuggled near a fire. Only to increase in quantity and strength. The flakes formed together into thick globs pelting your windshield. That picturesque scene now felt like a warning. A sign. As if forbidding you from leaving, warning that dangers only lie ahead. But, you didn’t care. You needed a new life. This. This was your only option. Leave Detroit. Whether the woman helped you or not.

You continued down the vacant roadway. High beams on reflecting off the relentless snow as your wipers frantically try to clear the scene before you. You debated whether to pull over and wait it out, but decided against it. As long as you took it slow you should have no problems. So – way below the speed limit – your car crawled along.

That was until you saw a red light. Not from your car. No from ahead. The light flickered in and out of existence from the globs of snowflakes. A car was pulled off to the side of the road. Someone probably in trouble. One part urged you to keep going that whoever it may be could hinder your escape while the other pleaded to stop and help those in need.

You stopped.

Parking next to the car, you rolled down your window. Cold air whipped against your cheeks. You shivered as you tugged your beanie down for warmth. And to hide your LED. You called out to the man fiddling with the engine, “Hey! Do you need any help?”

The man glanced up from his work spotting you, in your functioning car. He strolled over, his size instantly intimidating you, and he leaned in to speak. “Yes, my friends and I are … are visiting a friend when our car broke down.” He pointed to the car and you noticed and woman with a girl inside. The woman’s arms wrapped around the girl desperate to keep her warm.

“Well, I’ll be more than happy to give you a lift. More the merrier, right? I can take you to your friends if they’re nearby or I can drop you off at the nearest bus station.”

He peered over his shoulder to the pair. “Hold on let me ask if they’re okay with that.” He trudged over and opened the door. The woman seemed hesitant. Her eyes constantly darted over to you. Their lips moved feverously as they debated. Finally, the man retuned, “We would love that. Thank you.”

The man hopped into the passenger seat while the woman and girl sat in the back. You cranked up the heat and carefully made your way down the road. After a few awkward minutes, the group introduced themselves: Luther, Kara, and the young girl, Alice. You smiled, “(Y/N). So, who’s your friend? Do they live close by?”

“Um, yeah, she’s close by. A few hours down this road then down a couple of backroads,” Kara answered.

“She?” you asked. “What’s her name? Why are you visiting?” You were trying to make conversation, however, you clearly did not read the room and their weariness towards you. After their silent response, you tried to take hold of the conversation. You cleared your throat, “Well, I’m going to visit a friend too. It’s, uh, been a while but if I remember correctly it’s a few hours away too. Probably won’t get there until at least sunrise or later with this storm.”

“What’s your friend like?” Alice asked.

“Um, kind. Like really kind. She helps people all the time.”

“What’s her name?”

“Rose.”

“What?” Luther and Kara said together.

You quickly glanced at them before returning your eyes onto the road, “What?”

Kara leaned forward. A conversation for adults only. She whispered, “Rose. As in the woman who helps androids cross the border?” You nearly slammed on your breaks. Your grip tightened on the wheel as your heart pumped feverously. “Because that’s where we are going,” Kara finished.

“You’re deviants?” you asked.

“Yeah. Well, besides Alice. And you?”

“… yeah.” Sort of.

Grateful and terrified described you in that moment. Grateful to not be going alone, grateful to see this woman, but terrified because of your true nature, terrified how Rose and your newly acquired friends may think of you.

To distract your mind, and to pass the time, you joked and told stories. Stories Alice enjoyed greatly as well as Luther and Kara. Hours passed in minutes with your ridiculous stories and the laughter that filled the air. When you pulled into a driveway, the laughter faded. Stepping out of the car, you met Rose outside, but due to her son it became apparent that you were all that welcomed. Or that she may not be able to help. But, she was willing to try. And that’s all you needed.

As the moon rose again, Alice and Rose’s son were upstairs asleep leaving you, Kara, Luther, and Rose alone. The four of you trying to secure a plan for crossing the border. You said, “What if – ow!” One flip of a paper, one thin edge, sliced into your thumb. You hissed and immediately squeezed your fist around your thumb to make the pain subside and to block the view from the others. But, they saw.

One tiny droplet fell onto the table. Not red. Not blue. But purple.

They froze staring at it while you rushed over to the sink. The diluted purple swirled down the drain. You thought you were smart, that you were safe. You weren’t.

Rose mumbled, “Wh – what are you?”

You flinched. Your hand still under the water as your eyes locked onto the minuscule wound. A wound that would not stop bleeding. Peering over your shoulder, you scrunched your eyebrows, “What do you mean?”

“Purple blood? No android has purple blood.”

“(Y/N), what’s going on?” Kara stepped forward. “Are you a new improvement to androids? A new model?”

You wanted to say yes. The word on the tip of your tongue ready to jump. It would have been easy. Simpler. Yet, you couldn’t. You would be lying about yourself. Again. If you wanted to start a new life, you had to be honest of who are you. Or what in this case. Shutting off the water, you faced them head on, “No, I’m not.” You pulled off your beanie revealing the purple LED.

Confusion painted across their faces. You sighed and continued, “Long story short, I was a human. I got into a horrible car wreck and my body couldn’t sustain me much longer so I agreed to a new operation which put my brain and major organ into a mechanical body. Human turned robot.”

“So, that’s why you are leaving,” Rose stated. “Because most people assume you’re an android.”

You nodded, “Yeah or they know what I am and are not too fond of a mash-up of two opposing races.”

“Well, that’s ridiculous,” Kara huffed.

“What?”

“You are a perfect example of androids and humans being able to live together. If one person can be both, and function properly, than why not society as a whole.”

“I tried, but people are not on board with the whole idea. Some see it as the extinction of man. Hell, I even got some hate from deviants. That’s why I just started letting people believe I’m just plain android or hide my LED.”

Kara walked forward. “Deviants, too? That’s horrible. You and I are on the same boat. We’re no different. We want to same thing, to not be treated any less.”

You were stunned. No one has ever said anything like that to you. “(Y/N), I want you to join us. When we cross the border stay with me, Luther, and Alice. You don’t have to go out on your own. We’ll help you, right Luther?” He nodded. Kara smiled, “And I think Alice would be very upset if her new friend disappeared.”

You chuckled. “That would be great. Thank you so much.” The four of you did just that. You were able to cross successfully without any problems, and you became one strange, but happy, family.

Chloe:

To say you experienced an unfortunate accident was merely an understatement. You who’ve worked with Cyberlife for years in developing the latest models and was good friends with the founder, Elijah Kamski. You who’ve nearly lost your life years ago. All thanks to a group of protestors that took their ideals too far, those who attacked a Cyberlife building with you and many others inside.

You can still remember the first explosion. The shake of the building. The confusion. Then the fear. Followed with the screams. After that, you can remember your heartbeat frantically pounding in your chest, how the screams faded to white noise, all before you felt the ground fall out from beneath you. The last thing you remember was falling. Watching as debris floated past you, watching as the ceiling above slowly cracked, watching as hair whipped past your eyes as tears started to cloud your vision. Your curiosity tempted you to look, and you turned your head only to see the jagged ground upturned by bombs, littered with a few of your coworkers grew ever so close. In that last moment, you closed your eyes wishing for the best.

You don’t remember the pain of the fall. Thankfully. But, you did remember the pain of waking up. Everything felt stiff. Old joints that haven’t been used in ages. However, you learned it to be the opposite. New body, new joints yet to be used.

You were, as everyone put it, reborn. The first of your kind. A human with still functional organs put inside an android body. Biology meshed with technology. All thanks to doctors, Cyberlife tech, and Elijah. You were absolutely grateful at first. Grateful to be breathing again. To still experience the world. However, seeing how successful you were Elijah showed you to the world. Showed them how technology and man can co-exist, especially in a single body.

That’s when it started: the backlash.

Some were thrilled to see how other ailments could be solved with technology, but there were others who only saw blasphemy. A corruption of man and that we will all be dominated by technology. Here you were in the center of the storm watching as people fought over you. A human inside an android body. A thing that feels, the breaths, the scans, that detects, that bleeds. Bleeds purple that is. Not completely humans, not completely android.

For the most part, you kept to yourself. Only visiting Elijah. To talk, to reminiscence, and to ensure that everything was functioning properly. Then again. It wasn’t only Elijah. Chloe was there too. She was kind, welcoming, and made you feel whole.

When Elijah was busy it would be the two of you. Sitting and talking. Like to normal women gossiping. Not an android and a former human. It made you feel normal, you loved those moments, yet you always wondered how Chloe felt about you. You’ve had plenty of humans, and androids, who called your horrid things, but Chloe never seemed to mind. At least you hoped. But, did she? Did she simply tolerate you because you were friends with Elijah or did she truly see you as a friend?

Alone inside Elijah’s mansion, you and Chloe sat together – in one of his many living room – on a couch as a fire roared in front of you. The flames’ heat warmed your skin as you nursed a hot drink. The winter days grew cold and perfect for these type of occasions. Chloe simply sat next to you marveling at the dancing tendrils.

Ask her. It’s either now or never.

“Um, Chloe?” you asked.

She turned her head, “Yes, (Y/N)?”

You squeezed your mug. “Um, I have a, uh, question if you don’t mind me asking.”

“Please, you may ask me anything.”

Squirming in your seat, you said, “What do you think of me?”

“Excuse me?”

You set down your drink on the coffee table and faced Chloe head on. “I mean do – do you hate me? Or dislike me in anyway? Seeing how I am half android, I don’t necessarily belong to any one group. Some humans hate me and so do some androids.”

In your mind, flashes of humans throwing objects at you as you exited buildings. Bodyguards did little to ease the crowd. After every interview it always ended as such. But, you never expected androids, or deviants, to act in such a way. Until you passed by a charging station, few of them would whisper horrible things. Much to your surprise and dismay. Then again, Elijah loved controversy.

“I don’t understand the question. Why would I hate you?”

“Because I am an abomination. A thing that goes against nature,” you reiterated all those words shouted at you.

She cocked her head. Her eyes bore into yours. Yet, not malicious. Only confusion, and something you didn’t recognize. “You are you. You are my friend, so again I ask, why would I hate you?”

You opened your mouth to respond only to shut it. You glanced away mumbling, “I don’t know. Most people seem to. And I almost believe them.”

She placed a hand on your lap, your eyes flickered back to her. A smile graced her lips. “There will always be those who see you as less than, but you’re not. You are my friend. Someone who has been through the worst, but you will come out stronger. What others say or think doesn’t matter in the grand scheme because all the matters is what you think. You are you. That’s it. And if you ever need support, I am here for you.”

A joyful tears escaped which you quickly wiped away. “Thanks, Chloe. You’re a true friend.” You leaned in and whispered, “My best friend, but don’t tell Elijah because he will definitely get jealous.” You and Chloe laughed.

“What are you two whispering about?” Elijah asked leaning on the doorway with his arms crossed.

“Nothing,” you and Chloe chirped.

He hummed squinting his eyes. “Are you talking about me? Anything bad?”

“What? No. Why would we talk bad about the great Elijah Kamski?” you joked.

He rolled his eyes. “Your sarcasm is noted, but I will still take it as a compliment.”

“Of course, you would,” you mumbled. He scoffed shaking his head before walking away. Which made you and Chloe to giggle some more.

Yeah, we’re just two normal women gossiping and joking together.

#DBH #detroit become human #dbh imagine #dbh north x reader #dbh north #north x reader #north wr400 #north imagine #dbh kara #kara imagine #kara ax400 #dbh kara x reader #dbh chloe #chloe imagine #chloe rt600 #dbh chloe x reader

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zeroone-eleven · 5 years

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Scars; Detroit: Become Human

Not one of them made it out of the revolution without scars. Scars didn't just mean on their skin, it also meant in their heads. North would have preferred to have the latter, atleast that type she could hide from her lover or so she thought.

Y/N sees through the walls North puts up as if they were made of glass, there are times that she opens the gate in the walls around her heart and then there are times where she lets no one in. When the gates are closed and Y/N is stuck outside, sometimes she lets the woman she loves have her space being content with staying on the other side of the walls while pressing her hand against the glass, silently showing the redhead that she will always be there. Sometimes she is stubborn, she scales the walls and makes her way back towards North's heart even when the latter insists on being left alone, because Y/N knows that people usually state the opposite of what they want when they feel insecure.

Today is one of the days that Y/N bravely climbs the walls of glass.

North slightly pulls away from her girlfriend's touch as the finger that draws small and lazy circles on her back runs across a small but noticable sunken cut just on the right side of her shoulder blade: A scar.

She moves away and out of Y/N's arms as she lies on her stomach and faces away from the human beside her, who doesn't waste time in scooting closer. "Hey, talk to me. It's okay, you know everyone has scars from battles they've won and lost." She presses her face to the inside of her arm and mutters about her being damaged. Y/N frowns and her brows furrow, she sits up and gets on North's back, leans down and plants a kiss on the spot just below the Android's neck. "You aren't damaged, you are far from it, damaged things get damaged because they're being used. This-" she runs two fingers against the scar. "Is not a damage, it's a sign of how you decided to fight for what you deserve, for what you believed in."

Y/N places her hand on the other girl's and slips her fingers between North's. "It's not something you have to be ashamed of. It's something you should to be proud of." She presses a kiss to the white diagonal line that's on her lover's back and when lips leave skin, she whispers something that makes North smile and try to choose which one should she do first: laugh and roll her eyes at the meme, or fall even more inlove with this human.

"I sure am."

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A/N: I haven't written anything in so long, this felt like learning how to walk again. That's the fun in writting I suppose.

I got the idea for this fic from my headcanon that scars of Androids stay as white as their skin plates, because the heat used to fuse their 'skin' back together to seal the wound damages the tech that the plates have to turn on their human looking skin.

#wlw #lgbt #lgbt positivity #Pride month #detroit become human #Dbh North #Detroit become human imagine #Dbh x reader #Detroit become human x reader #North WR 400 #North WR400 x Reader #North x Reader

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andthentimestops · 6 years

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Jericho Squad X Reader Game Night(s) Headcanons

Anon: Game night with Jericho squad x reader pls (♡‿♡✿)

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A/N: Aw this is so cute! (also, imma do headcanons with you don’t mind!)

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Simon was the first one to suggest it

Since everyone from the main Jericho squad was getting busy with their new lives after their successful peaceful protests, he felt as though they needed something to do together on a weekly basis to relax

So, Sunday Jericho game nights became a thing

Mostly they were conducted at Markus’s home since it’s huge af (and Carl loves the company)

You were the only human Jericho considered one of their own since you’d risked your life numerous times for their cause so of course, you got the weekly invite

Everyone always brings snacks even though you’re the only one who can eat them

Whoever brings your favourite snack gets extra points

You guys usually play the classic board games first, like Monopoly and Risk

Markus is hella good at Risk though he tries too hard to be humble

Simon is really bad at almost all the games you guys play but he’s just happy to be there

North, surprisingly, has never raged once after a loss. She’s the best at keeping her cool in the squad

Josh is the best at Jenga and often rubs his victory in the others’ faces

Carl never joins in but loves just watching everyone else play

Occasionally, Leo would visit his father on a Sunday and ends up getting glared at by North the entire time he’s there

Markus saves the situation by telling North she sucks at whatever game they’re playing so she becomes hyperfocused and forgets who Leo even is

You’re often at a disadvantage when it comes to skill since you’re not an android BUT whenever you sense that the game’s becoming unfair, you tip the balance back by shooting everyone your puppy eyes

Playing UNO and you just know that Simon is gonna hit you with a + card? Puppy eyes and he sighs in defeat before taking more cards from the deck

Playing Risk and Markus’s moving his army towards your last territory? PUPPY EYES BITCH and he u-turns to attack Josh’s (Josh can’t even get mad)

Later during the night, you guys would usually move on to sillier games like Twister

North and Josh are hella flexible for some reason and have never gotten lower than second place

You are the least flexible and always lose, unfortunately

One time you injured your back playing Twister and the others spent the rest of game night just chilling with you with Simon massaging your back. It was dope

For some reason, every game night ends with Scrabble

You just know you’ll never win against them so you opt to just watch

You’ve learnt so many new words from their Scrabble matches

Finally, as 3 AM approaches and you’re getting too sleepy, the others put away the games as you climb into your sleeping bag

Markus, North, Simon and Josh spend the rest of the night chatting wirelessly whilst watching over you fondly as you sleep

They don’t stare at you all night, of course, but they always ensure that their precious human friend has a good night’s rest

#detroit become human #dbh #headcanons #imagines #markus #north #josh #simon #jericho #markus x reader #north x reader #josh x reader #simon x reader #jericho x reader #requested #rk200 #wr400 #pj500 #PL600

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skycrystal23 · 5 years

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North x Android!Reader pt. 1

Admirer

Summary: The Reader is a fresh deviant who stumbled upon the early stages of Jericho. While hiding out in the freighter the Reader begins to admire the fiery redheaded Android that most others dislike. The Reader, however, just needs to grow a pair and introduce them-self to her.

Characters: Reader, North, Simon, Josh, Markus (mentioned)

Warnings: None

Words: 1 300 approx

From the moment you laid eyes on her you knew that you were in trouble. You saw her as soon as you stumbled into the old, rusty freighter. It was dark but your eye components made up for the darkness helping you focus better. There weren’t many of you then and this was before the fearless Android Rebellion leader Markus came around. You watched her for a long time, not in a stalker way but more in an admirable way. Not many of the other Androids were fond of her, besides Simon of course. She and Josh were complete opposites, but they got along well at the best of times. She didn’t speak much but when she did it was in passive aggressive or sarcastic comments. Again, most Androids didn’t enjoy her company. Many of you disliked the humans for what they had done to you; everyone here came from a terrible situation when it was them versus a singular or number of humans. You understood that not all humans were cruel, but it took you a very long time to realize that. She, however, hated the humans with a passion and made that well known to everyone. You admired her from a far. You learned her name in passing when Simon was referring to her. Her name is North, like the geographical direction. Her attitude was just as fiery as her red hair. It was simple to deduct that she had gone through some kind of horrific trauma involving a human. She wouldn’t hate them so much otherwise. You wanted to try to get to know her better, even maybe say a word to her but with deviancy came nervousness and embarrassment and fear. Instead, you chose to get to her by going through her friends. Simon and Josh were the easiest to speak to, both of them were very friendly Androids. At first you were just using them in order to get acquainted with North, but they sort of stuck on you. You had new best friends but still no North. It was frustrating being confined to this ship. The two of you were so close twenty-four hours a day yet you couldn’t bare to speak up to her. Simon was the first to notice your affinity for North when he caught you staring at her from a far. It wasn’t so much as staring but more like admiring as you usually did. Simon in turn told Josh about this who couldn’t help but laugh. The two of them managed to corner you one day in the ship and called you out on your admiration for the fiery Android. “You like her.” Josh said with a smirk, you were sandwiched in him and Simon. “I think it’s rather adorable.” Simon teased.

Your face flushed blue, you tried to hide your embarrassment by ducking your head down. The two of them were so annoying sometimes. “I admire her, that’s all.” You explained trying to keep your composure. Your gaze drifted back over to North, she was tossing a ball against the wall and catching it when it came back to her, repeating these motions over and over. She looked bored, hell, everyone was. Everyone was bored but too afraid to leave the ship. Deviants weren’t appreciated among the humans; to them you were all just broken defective machines. But you were more than that, all of you were. You could feel the difference within your plastic shell, you felt warmth. It was a warmth you had never felt until you became a deviant. The warm feeling inside of you only grew whenever you looked towards North; it was a welcoming, safe feeling. “You’re staring again.” Simon said chuckling. You groaned and dropped your head into your hands covering your face. Were you really this bad? “You like her.” Josh said again, this time placing his hand on your shoulder. You pulled your hands from your face and looked up at him frowning. He seemed genuine with what you said. “So, I like her. What do I do?” You said, deciding that you do in fact like her more than an admirer. The two of them shrugged their shoulders. Simon and Josh were not much help at all. It was a few days until you finally mustered up the courage to go introduce yourself to the Android you dearly admired. The ship was as dark as usual and the Androids here were waiting here, just like you, until deactivation. There wasn’t much any of you could do. She was sitting on a ledge throwing the ball again. Her eyes were narrowed, she looked angry as she normally did. It was just how she looked in order to detour unwanted visitors. Unfortunately for her you were ready to invade the bubble she had put herself in. You drew in a breath, humans did this you noticed in order to calm themselves down, before approaching her. You approached her confidently and cleared your throat, despite not needing to, to get her attention. “What?” She snapped, keeping her eyes on the ball as she continued to throw and catch it. “I’ve seen you around here and I just wanted to introduce myself to you.” You said with a smile. She caught the ball when it bounced back and turned her head to look at you. North looked a tad annoyed that you were bothering her. “You’re the one that Simon and Josh have been talking about.” She said, eyes still narrowed in a sharp glare. When she mentioned Simon and Josh your face flushed blue. Immediately all of the confidence you had mustered had seeped out of your body. A number of doubts and errors began to cloud your visuals. What had they said to her about you? Did they tell her about your feelings for her? “Not so confident now, aren’t you?” She retorted with a smirk. You didn’t know what to say. You didn’t know what to do. Your body was getting increasingly warm and several warning errors were popping up in the corners of your visuals. This wasn’t good, your stress levels were raising too high too quickly. “Excuse me.” You managed to say before turning and trying to escape. It was unfortunate that you blacked out before you could get another two steps away from this stressful situation. You were out for quite a while. Your stress levels were high enough that your processor decided to do a temporary deactivation in order to cool down. When you awoke you were lying on the floor of the ship. There were several blurry Androids hovering above you. After a few seconds your vision cleared as your eye components focused in on the people above you; three to be exact. It was Simon, Josh, and surprisingly North. As soon as you saw her you quickly sat up, maybe a little too abruptly because your head smacked into North’s face. “I’m sorry!” You yelled jumping to your feet and taking a few steps back. She rubbed the bit of Thirium away that had run from her nose when you headbutted her in the face seconds prior. “Are you okay?” Josh asked looking you up and down. “I’m fine, I’m fine.” You repeated. You were more so trying to assure yourself rather than them. North made you nervous that was no doubt. She took a step towards you, hands on her hips and a look on her face that looked like she was about to pummel you. North did quite the opposite actually, she extended her hand towards you. “Name’s North.” She said nodding with her head for you to take her hand. You did of course, it was shockingly soft, and she had a strong grip. You noticed that her skin had a slight shimmer to it. You smiled and finally introduced yourself.

A/N: My girl North needs some love. And yes there will be more parts to this.

#detroit: become human #detroit become human #DBH #dbh fic #dbh north #dbh north x reader #north x reader #north wr400 #dbh north wr400

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ratofthemedievalsewers · 3 years

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Heart of Steel - Part I

DBH Connor x Male Reader

Word Count: 2.5K+

Content warning: Minor injury detail, PTSD, language

Original game dialogue I got from this video:

https://youtu.be/32Np9LKI1Vg

We were attacked in the night.

After returning from a mission back to an outpost several miles from the red zone, we removed our gear save for a few pouches on our belts we could bother with later. Our team leader set up a fire while the SQ800s, CyberLife commissioned combat androids, began loading up the trucks with extra artillery and resources. A job that could have waited until morning, but Alpha always gave the androids something to do. He said that they creeped him out when they would just stand there in a dormant state, waiting for their next mission to be given to them.

"You know what I'm going to do when I get home?"

"Here we go again."

"I'm going to get me a WR400," Foxtrot; not everyone's favourite but he certainly kept us entertained when there was nothing to do.

"Uh-huh and with what money are you going to be using to pay for this WR400? A military salary definitely ain't gonna cut it." Echo always called out Foxtrot's bullshit, he was the only one that had the patience to deal with him.

"Fine, my birthday is comin' up, if you put towards two-thirds of what it costs we can share. How does that sound?"

"I am not sharing anything with you, I don't know what diseases you carry." Their constant back forth sent chuckles through the group.

"Alright, that's enough you two. It's getting late and past everyone's bedtime, I want you all awake by O-five-hundred at the latest," Alpha would often stop them before Foxtrot would take it too far, but he could never hide the twitching smile on his face.

"Yes sir," Foxtrot mock saluted as he stood from his seat around the campfire. "Hey Echo, that offer is still-"

One moment Foxtrot had a wide grin on his face, the next there was a hole in his head between his eyes, the sound of gunshot ringing in everyone's ears.

"SHOTS FIRED! GET TO COVER NOW!"

"FOXTROT IS DOWN! I REPEAT, FOXTROT IS DOWN!"

It was dark, we couldn't see where they were firing from. The android was the only one still standing, firing off in random directions as they were gunned down. The next was Delta, shot in the left shoulder, then the throat. My gun was back in my tent and there was no chance of me getting it. Stupid.

"MEDIC! GET TO DELTA! NOW!"

"GRENADE!"

I heard the thump by my feet before I saw it. You would think it would be terrifying, to know you're staring death in the face, but for a second it was peaceful. My body was cold and I already felt like a corpse, the Rigour Mortis freezing me in place, just softly gazing at what would kill me.

Something grabbed me before the grenade exploded, saving my life but destroying the android.

The bedsheets were crumpled and soaked in sweat again when my eyes shot open. It was hard to breathe, the panic was still running through me and closing up my throat at the memory.

In; one, two, three, four. Hold; one, two, three, four. Out; one, two, three, four. Hold; one, two, three, four.

It took a few minutes for me to remember where I was. That I was home and that I was safe. Out of nervous habit, I gripped my dog tags, they were wet from the sweat that had soaked through my shirt in the night.

"Shit." It was four in the morning, there was no chance of getting any more sleep and the station wouldn't be open for another two more hours at the least. Saying that; Fowler wanted to speak to me first thing, which never meant anything good for anyone.

It was aching again at the joint. The biomechanical component always felt itchy where it joined at the elbow. Anytime I would have that dream I would scratch at it in my sleep, it was like my subconscious knew it didn't belong. It knew my rotting left arm was still in the desert somewhere being picked apart by vultures.

It's almost ironic; to be saved by an android and then to have part of one attached to me. I hated it.

*****

"Morning Cyborg, you look like shit." Gavin was forever pleasant to talk to.

"Fuck off, Reed." He constantly hovered around the coffee machine, hogging it like it was his newborn baby. "Is Fowler in yet?"

"Not yet, you in trouble?" He took his time making his coffee, exceeding in being the department's resident asshat. "Did he catch you looking at porn on your work terminal again?"

"I'm pretty sure that's only ever happened to you." Not wanting to be reminded of his previous escapades I got no response. Gavin let out a small huff before moving to the side with his fresh cup of coffee, freeing up the machine.

"Officer (L/N)." Oh for fuck's sake.

"Sir?" Captain Fowler stood outside his office, his coat half soaked from the rain.

"My office, I need to speak to you." He didn't give a second glance to me before turning and letting the glass door shut behind him.

"Ha, good luck cyborg." Shooting Gavin the middle finger, I followed Captian Fowler into his office.

"What was it you wished to talk about, sir?" Feet shoulder-width apart, back straight and hands behind my back; habits from the army were destined to die hard. Often I would find myself moving my hand up to salute before leaving the presence of a superior, something else for Gavin to make fun of.

"You're aware of the deviant cases I've assigned to Lieutenant Anderson, correct?" Fowler sat at his desk, wet coat now hung on its rack, but there was slight dampness to his suit blazer where his coat had been left open.

"Yes sir. I believe he's being accompanied by a prototype RK800 from Cyberlife."

"That's correct. I'm sure you're aware that these deviancy cases are on the more..."

"Dangerous?"

"...Unpredictable side. Now, I can't exactly issue a gun to a prototype android if it's going to be in the field and, while I value Hank as a police officer, his record is on the rougher side."

"Captain Fowler, with all due respect, I don't believe-"

"Office (L/N), with all due respect, you don't have an opinion in this matter. I want you to accompany Lieutenant Anderson in these assignments just in case a deviant becomes too much for him or this android to handle. You've certainly got the skillset for it and you're not unfamiliar with working alongside androids, unlike quite a few officers in this department."

"I understand that, but-"

"Whatever you're gonna say I don't want to hear it." Captain Fowler didn't give me a chance to argue as he stood and walked to his office door, the annoyed look on his face worsening. "Hank, in my office!"

I let out a sigh before Captain Fowler turned back to his desk. Through the office wall made of glass Hank reluctantly made his way towards us grumbling something under his breath at the request, the RK800 model obediently following behind him like a little, lost puppy. Hank sat in the chair opposite Fowler while the android stood next to me, giving a small smile as a greeting.

Captain Fowler was the first to talk, "I've got ten new cases involving androids on my desk every day. We've always had isolated incidents, old ladies losing their android maids and that kind of crap... But now, we're getting reports of assaults and even homicides, like that guy last night. This isn't just cyberlife's problem anymore, it's now a criminal investigation and we've gotta deal with it before the shit hits the fan. I want you to investigate these cases, alongside officer (L/N) and see if there's any link."

"Why me? And why do I need a god damned partner? A stupid android is already too much. Why do I gotta be the one to deal with this shit?" Props to Hank for trying, but arguing with Fowler was like talking to a brick wall. "I am the least qualified cop in the country to handle this case! I know jack shit about androids, Jeffery. I can barely change the settings on my own phone."

"Everybody's overloaded. I think you're perfectly qualified for this type of investigation," They were already starting to blow up at each other.

"Bullshit! The truth is nobody wants to investigate these fuckin' androids and you left me holdin' the bag!"

"CyberLife sent over this android to help with this investigation and I've given you (L/N) as well. You've got a state of the art prototype and a leading police officer to act as your partners."

"No fuckin' way! I don't need partners, and certainly not this plastic prick and some action hero fucker."

"Nice working with you too, Lieutenant Anderson," I said under my breath, not intending for the others to hear. Connor turned his head slightly in my direction, I could see his LED blink yellow for a moment before going back to its bright blue.

"Hank, you are seriously starting to piss me off! You are a police lieutenant, you are supposed to do what I say and shut your goddamn mouth!"

"You know what my goddamn mouth has to say to you, huh?"

"I'll pretend like I didn't hear that, so I don't have to add any more pages to your disciplinary folder 'cause it already looks like a fuckin' novel! This conversation is over."

"Jeffrey, Jesus Christ! Why are you doin' this to me? You know how much I hate these fuckin' things. Why are you doin' this to me?" Most of the department knew why he had such a distaste towards androids, no one could necessarily blame him. Ever since losing his son Hank had become completely different as both a person and an officer. Admittedly, Fowler was harsh on him, but if he wasn't then Hank would drift.

"I've had just enough of your bitching. Either you do your job or you hand in your badge. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got work to do." Hank left in a strop, letting out his frustration on Fowler's office door.

"Well then..." Connor was quick to break the tense silence. His voice caught me off guard, it was smoother, more human than any android's I had heard before. The SQ800's voices had always been more robotic than other models so it had been a shock when the androids back home had sounded so normal, it felt like that all over again. It was jarring. "I won't keep you any longer. Have a nice day captain."

Connor left and I followed behind, giving a small nod of dismissal to Fowler despite him still looking at his terminal screen.

The android went straight to Hank either oblivious or ignoring the lieutenant's current bad mood, granted there was never a time the bastard was in a good mood. Heaven itself could rain down on Detroit and he'd huff at it like a hair in his food.

"I got the impression my presence causes you some inconvenience, Lieutenant. I'd like you to know I'm very sorry about that. In any case, I'd like you to know I'm very to be working with you." Ever the enthusiast.

"I'd give in now. You're talking to a toddler in a fifty-year old's body and the toddler is having a hissy fit." I half sat and half leant against Hank's desk, using my arms to support my weight.

"Apologies, I don't believe I've introduced myself. My name is Connor, I am the android sent by CyberLife." He turned to me, a gentle and manufactured smile on his face. "It's a pleasure to be working with you too, officer (L/N). I'm sure we'll make a great team."

"Er... (Y/N) is just fine."

"Is there a desk anywhere I could use?"

"No one's using that one." Hank points to the desk opposite him, while still sulking like a child.

"Gasp, it speaks," I said in a sarcastic tone while turning to Hank.

"Fuck off. I've already got an android on my ass, I don't need you on it too."

I grabbed a terminal pad before perching myself back at the edge of Hank's desk while Connor got comfortable at the empty one. The light at the side of his head flashing yellow for a moment like he was hesitant to speak."You have a dog, right?"

"How do you know that?"

"The dog hairs on your chair. I like dogs. What's your dog's name?"

"What's it to you?" Hank shifted in his seat, "...Sumo... I call him Sumo."

"Under all those shitty shirts and questionable stains there's a warm, beating heart," I say more to myself than the other two, skimming over the recent case files sent in by Fowler.

"Officer (L/N)... (Y/N), knowing that we'd be working together I read your academy and field records. You have quite an interesting background."

"Oh yeah, then you understand that I may be a little driven to get these cases over with. I can't say I'm a fan of you terminators."

"I understand you have a... warped view of androids due to what you've experienced, but I hope you understand that I am your partner and not your enemy."

"Connor, you're not my partner, you're cyberlife's latest gizmo for us kick around." I sigh, turning to sit at my desk adjacent to hanks, taking the terminal pad with me. "Just look through the deviant case files. Terminals on your desk, knock yourself out."

They're nothing but machines. They are not your friends.

"Two-hundred and forty-three files, the first date back nine months. It all started in Detroit... And quickly spread across the country." Connor had only connected the terminal moments before.

"Don't work your CPU too hard," I mutter under my breath, catching a quick huff of amusement from Hank.

"An AX400 is reported to have murdered a man last night. That could be a good starting point for our investigation." Hank was doing his best to pretend Connor didn't exist, but the android was persistent. Connor stood from his chair and made his way into Hank's personal space.

"Uh, Jesus..." Hank turned his chair away.

"I understand you're facing personal issues, Lieutenant, but you need to move past them and-" For an android, Connor has some balls on him.

"Hey! Don't talk to me like you know me. I'm not your friend and I don't need your advice, okay?" Hank's mood had soured like milk, it wouldn't be long until Fowler was adding another page to Hank's disciplinary folder.

"I've been assigned this mission Lieutenant, I didn't come here to wait until you feel like working."

"Connor, you're just gonna-" I had wasted my breath, Hank had already stood and was grabbing onto Connor by the collar of his Cyberlife jacket and slamming against the screen next to his desk. "Hank!"

"Listen asshole. If it were up to me, I'd rather throw the lot of you in a dumpster and set a match to it. So, stop pissing me off... or things are gonna get nasty."

"Hank," I placed a hand on his shoulder to try and lightly pull him away from Connor but only earned a nasty side-eye. "Leave off him, you don't get paid enough to replace him."

"Lieutenant... Officer (L/N), uh... sorry to disturb you," Looks like the tin can was saved before Hank could knock the light out of him, "I have some information on the AX400 that killed that guy last night. It's been sighted in the Ravendale district."

"I'm on it." Hank didn't glance back when he dropped Connor's collar. The puppy dog look on his face almost made me feel bad for him... almost.

"Come on, WALL-E. Don't want to keep the old man waiting."

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‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ requests ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

requests are only OPEN for kara, aloy, and camila montero at the moment. ♡ let's talk ideas and other brainrot!!

just a few things:

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i will pretty much write anything except hard kinks, pedophilia, incest, and other stuff like that

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sevika (arcane)

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deflatinghellokittyballoon · 1 year

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✦ How/Why do they get jealous

✦ Pairing/s: Kara (AX400), Chloe (RT600), North (WR400) x Gn! reader

Word Count: 295

Content Warnings: None

Content/s: Platonic/Romantic — Headcanons — Reader is referred to as "you" (Let me know if i missed any ಥ‿ಥ)

Fandom: Detroit: Become Human

What i will write + Introduction

✦ Kara (AX400)

Well, She wouldn't.

Kara fully trusts you and doesn't ever think about you cheating. She believes that trust is crucial in any relationship and never lets jealousy cloud her judgment. She knows that jealousy can be damaging and chooses to communicate openly and honestly with you about any concerns or insecurities she may have, rather than succumbing to jealousy.

✦ Chloe (RT600)

Chloe is typically calm and composed, but when she becomes jealous, she might exhibit subtle signs of unease. She may become more reserved or distant, avoiding eye contact or not engaging in her usual playful banter.

Chloe's jealousy may stem from her deep emotional attachment to you. As an android designed to provide companionship, she may develop strong feelings for you and become possessive of your attention/affection.

Despite her jealousy, Chloe may struggle to express her emotions openly. She may try to hide her jealousy behind a facade of indifference or denial, not wanting to appear vulnerable or needy.

✦ North (WR400)

North may struggle with feelings of insecurity when she's jealous. Despite her tough exterior, she may have moments of self-doubt and fear of losing your love or attention, which could fuel her jealousy.

North may also express her jealousy through physical actions, such as grabbing your hand or pulling you closer to her. She may seek physical closeness as a way to reassure herself and stake her claim on you.

North's jealousy may lead to conflicts or arguments with you, as she may struggle to contain her emotions. She may be prone to outbursts or confrontations when she feels threatened or insecure.

North may become more distant or cold towards you when she's jealous and'll give you the silent treatment.

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forsakenoathkeeper · 3 years

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I Am Alive (chapter 13/?)

Chapter 13: Shattered Porcelain

Deviant!Connor[RK800] x (fem!)Reader Rated M(18+) for canon-typical violence and gore, medical procedures, and graphic sexual content

Chapters: 1 • 2 • 3 • 4 • 5 • 6 • 7 • 8 • 9 • 10 • 11 • 12 • 13 • more coming soon

You can also read on AO3 & thank you for supporting me ♥

Author's notes:

There are a handful of android medical procedures in this chapter. Could be uncomfortable if you're squeamish. I'm not an expert with the lore. So, I tried to have it fit with DBH's android anatomy; but, if I'm being honest, I pretty much made this up as I went along.

Also, this chapter is super cheesy with lots of cameos.

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The place Connor brought you to was a rundown building that looked like it was an apartment complex once upon a time. The sight left a sinking feeling in your gut, mainly because androids were living in this squabble and there was nothing you could do about it.

You followed behind Connor, who had a death grip on your hand. He was likely more afraid than you were. You placed your free hand on his shoulder to try to urge him to relax. You were ready to tell him as such; however, when you crossed the threshold into the place he called 'Haven', the words died on your tongue.

The floor was bare concrete and the walls were decades behind on a much-needed paint job. The place somehow had electricity, likely from a makeshift generator. At the least, there were some functioning lights; but, they were all covered in dust with dead bugs lining the interior fixtures.

The androids had cleared out the center to make room for the supplies Kamski had wrangled up. They were neatly organized across several crates acting as tables. As soon as you stepped in with Connor, many eyes landed on you, ranging from nervous to distrust.

Their states ranged from pristine to chipped to severely damaged, limbs missing, sauntered poorly to prevent thirium loss. Many of them had stitched together mismatched parts to try to regain some semblance of order. You couldn't imagine what that must have felt like.

You nudged at Connor's forearm until he got the message and let go of your hand. He remained close, his presence looming and protective.

Markus was quick to make himself known. "Thank you for all of this," he said, gesturing to the supplies in the center of the room. "Really I... I don't know how to properly thank you."

"I-it wasn't from me," you said, feeling nervous. "More of a messenger, really."

Your eyes swept the floor, where some androids stared at you with abandon and others were trying not to stare. You swallowed nervously, not knowing where to start, if any of them even wanted you touching them.

Some androids had already taken to the supplies and were patching each other up. Androids might have been more knowledgeable about their own anatomy than humans often were of themselves; but, not all problems were simple.

An android pushed his way through the crowd and approached you with haste.

"It's you," he said, a beaming smile on his face.

You and Connor recognized the android immediately. He had been driving a Cyberlife supply truck that was attacked by protestors. You had pulled him out of the wreckage and saved him.

"When they said a nurse was coming, I was hoping-" he cut himself off, sounding choked up and excited. "If it wasn't for you, I'd be dead," he proclaimed. His words eased the tension that had been building up inside you and left you bubbling with pride. You didn't know what to do but to smile at him.

"C-can you-" he stammered. "We have someone who's very damaged."

"I'll do my best," you replied, trying to mask how nervous you felt. You squeezed at the handle on your shoulder bag, the weight of your tools suddenly feeling much heavier.

The android ducked back into the crowd with haste.

You were shocked when he returned with another android in his arms. It was immediately obvious to you that the android was shut down. He was limp, eyes open and staring ahead blindly, LED on his temple off, a stoic expression on his face.

He was an WR600 model, still wearing his factory default uniform. However, he had a tarp wrapped around his shoulders, wearing it like a poncho.

The artificial skin on his hands and wrists had been scraped down to the android shell beneath. He had a gaping wound on his right forearm that went beyond the shell and exposed the membrane beneath. It was pulsing blue, indicating he was still functioning.

You followed them to a makeshift table, where the android set the WR600 model down carefully. As you maneuvered around to get a better look, the left side of the unconscious WR600's face came into view, and you audibly gasped.

Someone had struck him, hard, multiple times, across the face. His jaw was indented, skin scraped off to expose the pale white shell underneath. The cuts were so deep that the blue membrane beneath was exposed. Cracks split out from the gashes, like shattered porcelain.

The damage had shattered the protective sheathing on his right optical. Thirium had leaked into it, staining the entire eyeball blue. The gashes ran up into his hairline and one ran low enough to split at the corner of his lip.

You had seen androids looking far worse than this before; but, still, you never got over it.

"W-what-" you stammered, silencing yourself when you realized how pointless it was to ask.

It was obvious what had happened.

"Why is he powered off?" you asked hesitantly, looking up at the android who had carried him over to you. Your first assumption was that something was very wrong with him.

"We had to force him offline," the android replied, not looking proud of that. "He was... erratic."

You wondered if he meant the android was erratic when he heard a human was coming, or if he was always like that. Considering the damage, you wouldn't have been surprised if it was the former.

"I - uhm," you stammered nervously. "I need someone to be his guardian - to consent to this, since he can't. Are you close?"

The android looked uneasy, but also touched by your words. "He's not close to anyone."

You swallowed nervously and did your best to keep your gaze off the room and focused more heavily on the WR600. You hadn't worked on an unconscious android since before the revolution. The thought made your stomach churn.

Sensing your frustration, Connor approached you. His concerned face came into view in the corner of your eye.

'You don't have to do this,' is likely what he was going to say.

Not wanting to give him the chance, you said, boldly, "I'm okay, Connor."

He looked uneasy for a moment, LED solid yellow, as he tried to fight himself on this. You being here made him really uncomfortable; but, he knew how much this mattered to you. Part of him also knew that these androids needed this. It wasn't just for repairs, but to give them some hope that humans like you existed in this world.

When Connor stepped away, you rotated over to the powered off WR600.

"What's his name?" you asked as you set your bag down carefully and unzipped the top.

"Ralph," the android who had carried him over answered.

After pulling out some tools, you reached around the back of Ralph's ear to open his access panel. With a heave, you lifted him by the shoulder to gain access to his upper back and easily found the release for his skull.

His appearance was alarming; but, you were more concerned with the high possibility of damaged internal components.

As expected, one of Ralph's processing units was cracked. The good news is that it was a common model, and one that Kamski had supplied dozens of.

You investigated his eye next. As soon as you opened the socket, thirium leaked out and spilt all over the table. It wasn't enough to concern you, and you carefully removed his optical unit. Upon a closer inspection, you were confident it was still operational.

With a free hand, you yanked a clean container out of your bag to set the optical unit it so you could investigate the sheathing. The gold platers on the connector were still intact; but, the sheathing closest to his temple was cracked. Luckily, it could be repaired the same way you intended to repair the dents on his face.

It was less preferable than completely replacing the shell pieces; however, you didn't have access to any of those. He would have very noticeable scars. You hoped, at least, they would be more preferable to an exposed membrane.

For a moment, you set your tools down and scurried along the line of android parts until you located a box containing processors. Ralph's was easy to locate and was the first thing you replaced on him.

With that complete, you pulled more tools from your bag and a small ingot of android skin. You started with the protective sheathing around the eye before slowly, carefully filling in the cracks in his face. You did your best to match the contours of his cheek bones and jawline, suddenly feeling more like a sculptor than an engineer.

Connor tried to give you space while you worked. He was far enough away to not hover, but close enough to get to you quickly, if needed. You were too focused to notice, thankfully.

"Do you remember us?" a soft, feminine voice beckoned to him, startling him out of his trance.

Two female androids stepped into his peripheral. They were WR400 models, one with long, dark blue hair, and the other with very short, light brown, almost red hair.

Connor didn't immediately reply; but, the look in his eyes gave them his answer.

They were the Traci models who had escaped the Eden Sex Club last winter. The last time he saw them, they were running away, hands cupped tightly together. They looked much the same today, hands still tightly intertwined, the same look of adoration on their faces.

"You had a clear shot," the short haired Traci stated. "I know you did, several times; but, you let us go."

"I-" Connor stammered, finding himself at a loss of words.

Back then, he didn't understand their behavior, why he couldn't bring himself to shoot them, even when they had their backs turned, why Hank looked so impressed - proud - when he let them go. He didn't understand how they could find comfort in each other, why they were afraid of losing of each other, of not being able to hold and touch again.

He had changed since then - changed a lot, in fact.

Now, he understood.

"We're grateful," the blue haired Traci said, standing so close to her partner that their shoulders touched. "We're still together because of you."

"I didn't do anything worthy of praise," Connor said lowly, his eyes expressing the turmoil in his thoughts.

"Even if you don't think so, we know what you did," the short haired Traci declared, expression soft on her face.

"You understand, now," the blue haired android stated boldly, briefly turning around to steal a glance at you. It didn't go unnoticed, the way Connor gripped your hand when you entered the building, how he stared at you protectively while you worked.

Strangely, he didn't feel scrutinized by the two female androids. They seemed... happy for him.

He nodded silently, at a loss for what to say to them, and the two ladies departed, leaving him alone in his thoughts.

He thought about what they had endured, having to be used by strangers, by people who didn't think of them as living beings. Up until that moment, when they jumped the fence, they lived a life where they were believed unfeeling. They would return to one and other's arms to try to find solace in what consisted of their lives: play things for humans.

Connor thought about how strong they were, that they could endure that for so long.

He couldn't bear the thought-

If anyone dared tried to touch you, he would-

You were still hunched over the WR600 when Connor wretched himself from his thoughts before they wandered into territory that should probably be alone.

You had opened the android's forearms, trying to determine if any wires were damaged. Feeling inspired, Connor huffed softly and trotted over to you. You were so focused that you didn't see him coming and gasped when his hand came into view.

"G-geez, Connor," you scolded him softly, catching the sight of his freckled face in the corner of your eye.

He reached into the android's exposed wiring, his artificial, human skin, fading away. "I'll stimulate the wires so you can determine which are defective," he explained.

In the corner of his eye, Connor could see you smile. "That would help a lot. Thank you."

He sent jolts along the lines. Ones that worked properly gave a response, a very subtle twitch of the hand on the powered off android. Ones that didn't gave no response. They were not major, which meant the use of his hands wouldn't be completely severed; but, his movement would be limited, gestures abrupt or sporadic.

Sometime later, with Connor's help, you had replaced seven wires on one hand and four on the other.

You had enough material to at least cover the exposed membrane on his wrists; but, you didn't have enough to fill in gaps where the artificial human skin was lost. At the very least, you could protect the android muscle tissue.

Connor watched you fill in those wounds in silence, knowing he couldn't do much else. When that was done, you retrieved a saline wash from your bag to cleanse Ralph's eye before carefully returning it to the socket.

"Alright," you sighed, patting your hands together. "That's... all I can do for now."

A couple androids gathered around, one reaching for Ralph to prop him up. "Wow. You did all that without a replacement shell?" one of them commented, the awe in their tone making your heart flutter.

The way they admired the WR400 made you feel something sickeningly sweet. The scars on his face were noticeable; but, the fine cracks were filled in well enough to almost be seamless, unless the light hit just right. The fibrous material beneath his android skin was covered fully. His artificial human skin was mostly intact, minus his hands.

All you could hope was that he would like it. The damaged processor could cause speech issues and potential lapses in judgement; however, his behavior, as described by his fellow androids, was likely a developed trait from trauma. You knew you couldn't fix that, only hope that a new processor would aid his recovery.

Connor stepped between you and Ralph as they powered him on. You moved around Connor, trying to push him out of the way. You wanted to see him wake up, wanted to see life blossom into his hazel eyes.

It didn't blossom, per say, but he suddenly jolted forward and twitched, eyes bright and wild, suddenly very much awake. He looked around hastily, annoyance immediately appearing on his face.

"How dare you power Ralph off-!" he whined loudly, pushing against the hands that held him. They let go at his protest, but remained close as a precaution.

Suddenly, Ralph stopped, looking down at his arms. He gasped, rotated his limbs around to examine them. His hands slid over opposing arms, touching the spots you had filled as if he doubted what his optical processor was showing him. His mouth hung agape and his eyes were wide and bright.

"Ralph's hands are-" he stammered, staring at them in wonder and disbelief.

He realized, faintly, that he could see properly again out of his left eye. Ralph's dominant hand rose and he touched his face, eyes shifting away from you and staring into a random direction. He gasped when he felt the scars left behind from the work you had done.

After that, he recognized a firmware update reading on his HUD, and realized one of his processors had been replaced - the very one that he painstakingly ignored for months, his HUD constantly giving him warnings about how the unit was in imminent failure and needed to be replaced.

Suddenly, Ralph looked up and scanned the room hastily. His eyes landed on you and he froze. You were wearing scrubs and had some thirium stained on your hands. It was an obvious conclusion to come to.

"A - a human...?" he asked lowly. "No - no human would help Ralph - me... me..." he uttered, seemingly to himself. He looked down at his hands resting on his lap.

You didn't know what to say to him, if there was anything you could say that he would possibly want to hear. He seemed more confused than anything else.

"She did, Ralph," one of the androids offered softly, their hand falling onto the blonde android's shoulder cautiously.

He looked up at you again, his lips moving slightly in what appeared to be an unconscious, nervous tick. "Humans wouldn't without - without a reason," he uttered.

The android twitched when he saw your hopeful expression shift and sadness reflected in your eyes.

"R-Ralph didn't mean-" he stammered, lowering his head. His hands came up and gripped the sides of his skull, the touch a little rough, but not enough to hurt himself. "-didn't mean to be ungrateful," he choked out.

"It's okay," another android urged him gently.

Ralph avoided looking at you again. He made a movement to stand and the androids huddled around him backed up. He rose to his feet, stealing a glance at you over his shoulder before shuffling away and disappearing into the crowd. It was hard to make clear of his expression; but, to you, it looked like guilt.

You didn't blame him, or hold any contempt, not even for a second. He likely had never been shown the slightest bit of kindness in his short life.

"Thank you," one of the androids said softly, approaching with you a smile. "He may not show it, but..."

"It's okay," you replied, sincerely. "I understand."

Not long after Ralph departed, a TR400 android approached you, asking if you could examine his left eye. After popping the optical unit out and verifying it was undamaged, you noticed one of the connector pins was bent.

"I don't have a replacement connector; but, I have a soldering kit if you trust me?" you asked him. He seemed grateful that you were willing to try more so than anything else.

It took a little while, as you were slow and careful. But, it was worth it to have the optical pop back into place with a soft click and to see the android blink carefully. He looked around, iris shifting subtly in his eyeball as his vision adjusted.

"It's working now," he chirped, the corner of his eyes wrinkling with his smile.

"I'm glad," you replied softly. You meant it, really. It was always a risk to attempt to fix connectors yourself; but, you had some pride in knowing that you were usually successful.

Right as the android left, a WB200 hesitantly approached you, one hand cupped over his opposite elbow in a nervous gesture.

Before he could get too close, Connor startled you when he suddenly grabbed you by the arm and yanked you back, pulling you behind him and stepping into the space between you and the other android. He glared down at the smaller android, who put up his hands defensively.

"Con - what are you-" you squeaked, nearly tripping over your own feet as the android pulled at you.

"Please, wait, I-" the WB200 pleaded, his voice low and frightened. His hair was short and messy and he had a very boyish face that matched his voice. "I'm sorry about what I did, I - I just couldn't let you catch me."

A little annoyed, you pushed at Connor's sides and stepped around him.

"He's dangerous," Connor warned, eyes not yet moving from the other android. You gawked at the detective, recognizing the distrust in his eyes, before moving your gaze to the WB200. He looked afraid of Connor, and it became immediately obvious that they had history.

"I'm sorry - I mean it. If you caught me, I would've been sent back - and - and destroyed - I - I was scared," he insisted.

He had pushed Hank off the roof in order to escape being captured. If Connor hadn't gotten there fast enough, Hank might have fallen to his death. The android had good reason to be afraid. Connor knew that; but, if he was willing to risk a human life-

The detective was taken aback when you nudged past him and approached the android.

"What's wrong?" you asked him softly, ignoring the hole Connor was burning in the back of your head with his stare.

"I - ugh-" the android stammered, startled by your insistence and still intimidated by the detective android. His eyes flickered away from you for a second, giving Connor a worried look. "My - my right leg. I damaged it when I fell."

You stepped back and the WB200 demonstrated. He took a few steps and you could see the awkward way his leg moved. It was clearly unnatural, and shifted in a way that would have caused a human a great deal of pain. The leg also made an unpleasant creaking sound with each step, crying out in protest from the pressure.

"Lay down please," you asked, gesturing to the makeshift table Ralph had been laying on a moment ago. As he did, you explained, "I - I'm sorry, but, you'll have to undress."

"I understand," he replied lowly, struggling to meet your gaze.

He was wearing a scraggly pair of jeans, likely taken from a dumpster, and a hoodie. He peeled his pants down his legs, wearing nothing underneath. WB200's were designed for manual labor, typically farming or light maintenance. You weren't surprised to find he lacked any male anatomy.

Before you had to ask, he opened the access panel covering his knee, which allowed you to look inside at the wiring, artificial muscles and bones.

"The knee joint is out of alignment," you stated, trying to examine his knee without touching him just yet.

"May I?" you asked, holding your hands up to show what you were requesting. He nodded, lips thin and eyes not hiding how nervous he was.

You pulled back the shell loosely covering his knee to take a better look at the artificial muscle that allowed proper leg movement. He had abandoned maintaining a human skin tone on his leg; or, that function had been damaged when he fell. His skin tone ended at his waist and he was factory default white below.

You stepped away from him briefly to locate some pliars.

Connor had stepped back to give you space, but was still watching, now more so out of amazement than worry. You were absolutely fearless. It simultaneously impressed and infuriated him. You also were ignoring him fiercely.

"What's your name?" you asked the WB200 when you returned to the table.

He gave you a look, suggesting he was contemplating not answering.

"...Rupert," he eventually said, swallowing roughly afterward.

"Rupert, we don't have these parts; so, I'm gonna see if I can fix the alignment myself. We'll have to follow at the hip joint afterward to manually reset the alignment. It will likely hurt," you explained carefully.

"I'm not afraid," Rupert blurted boldly.

"That's good," you responded, reaching behind yourself to yank a chair in closer and plop down before digging into his knee.

You were so focused on the joint that you didn't hear the commotion going on around you, not until some music started playing. You paused for a moment, caught off guard by the sudden melody.

You tossed a look over your shoulder and saw that someone had arranged some pieces of equipment to fashion together a radio. "That'll liven the place up," one of the androids proclaimed proudly, admiring her work proudly.

Once, it might have been a funny thought to imagine androids enjoying music. Hearing their excitement over the piano, bass, and gentle drum brought a smile to your face. It was jazz, soft and relaxing, with no vocals. Something so subtle so drastically changed the atmosphere in the room.

"Okay. I think I got the joint back in place," you declared, standing up and smacking the sheathing back into place. Rupert had been hyper focused on you the entire; when you shifted your gaze from his knee to his face, he looked more relaxed than when you had started.

"Can you open your hip?" you requested, standing at his waist. He nodded, lifting his hoodie to his ribs. His skin faded whilst the panel opened. Manual joint alignments required calibrations at the base for most models. Few could do it automatically. Rupert unfortunately was not one of those models.

"Ready?" you asked, gently pushing back the fibrous, artificial muscle to reach the joint panel.

"Yes," he replied immediately.

You pinched the reset key. His leg twitched and Rupert let out a bizarre, staticky sound, clearly one of pain. The alignment seemed to go off fine; but, his power conductors were likely not state of the art, as expected for his model type. The power traveled from his chassis to the joint and gave you a little shock.

You yelped and let go, stepping back. Rupert looked at you, eyes wide with fear..

"Just a little shock," you explained quickly, trying to relax him. "It's normal."

He relaxed and moved his leg around a little. "Wow," he wheezed. "Feels better - much better." With haste, the android pulled his clothes back on and shimmied off the table and onto his feet to test the alignment. He seemed excited as he bounced around on his heels.

"I - thank you - thank you," he stammered out nervously.

You nodded at him with a smile. "Of course, Rupert."

You turned away from him to set your tools back into their proper positions, just so you wouldn't lose them later. As you did, you heard him give Connor parting words.

"I am sorry - I mean it," he said quietly. If the detective android replied, you didn't hear what he said.

Connor was faintly aware of the high possibility that you were irritated with him in that moment; however, that didn't stop him from approaching you and offering a water bottle, bringing it into your peripheral.

You had forgotten that he took the time to pack a backpack with water and food for you. You were prepared to come here with nothing; but, the android had taken the extra step to make sure you had something.

He really made it impossible to be mad at him for two seconds-

"You should take a break," he suggested softly as you chugged the water enthusiastically. You hadn't realized how thirsty you were until that moment. Leave it to Connor to be more attentive to your needs than you.

"I'm fine," you gently retorted.

"You've been going nonstop for almost four hours," Connor insisted.

"I'm fine," you said again, a little firmer than last time.

His hand fell onto your shoulder. "Please?" he requested. Connor stepped around, right in front of you, and offered his hand in a gesture that you recognized, but you had never seen directed at yourself.

Judging by the look on your face, you definitely didn't expect that from the android in that moment. You gawked at him stupidly and Connor looked back hopefully.

The music was quite fitting for that, but, still, you felt nervous.

"I-" you cut yourself off, looking conflicted.

"Am I in the doghouse?" he asked softly, almost uncertain.

Connor couldn't help but crack a grin at the way your eyes lit up and your lips twisted into a smile. You choked on a bubbly laugh at his tease.

"No," you huffed, delivering a gentle smack to his shoulder. "I just - 'm not graceful, at all, and never really..."

You took his hand anyway and the android cupped it and placed his other hand on your waist, pulling you in gently. He took note of the faint blush on your cheeks, blissfully aware that he really liked that look on you.

"I didn't know you liked to dance," you offered quietly as your free hand fell onto his shoulder.

It wasn't so much of a dance as it was two bodies swaying to a melody. But, you were close, close enough that your torso was touching his chassis, and it felt nice, comforting. You didn't really move, but more so followed the sway Connor had set.

"I don't know if I do," Connor said honestly. "I just wanted to, with you."

As always, Connor was full of surprises. Sometimes, you had to scold yourself for thinking that you knew everything about him, only for him to go and prove you very, very wrong.

"I like the music," he added on.

"Yeah," you agreed, breathlessly.

You liked the music. That much was true; but, it was hard to think straight when Connor was so close and looking at you like that.

-like you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

-like nothing else in this world mattered.

His hand, that had been on your waist, shifted around so that his forearm cupped your lower back. He dipped you back, gently forcing you to arch, and you let out a surprised sound. When he pulled you back up, he looked way too proud for forcing that noise out of you.

"Brat," you huffed against his neck. You were glad he didn't apologize, because he didn't look sorry at all.

You lost track of how long you did that. The world seemed to dissipate in that moment. You weren't in an abandoned apartment complex on the industrial side of town, surrounded by damaged androids.

But, then, Connor leaned down slowly, a gesture you were quite familiar with. He gave you a second to protest or turn away. When you didn't, he carefully slotted his mouth over yours, and you suddenly, very fiercely remembered where you were. Yet, that knowledge didn't stop your eyes from fluttering shut or your heart from hammering away in your chest. If anything, it amplified it.

It was a suave kiss, almost chaste. Still, he had done it in front of all these androids. When you parted and looked up at him, his eyes met yours and they said, 'I just had to'. You couldn't bring yourself to be upset with him, or to care that half of the room was staring.

Some part of his software, that he didn't realize existed, wanted them all to know.

You were his, and he was yours.

Human.

Android.

It didn't matter. You were two living beings, and you were fucking happy, and that was all that mattered.

But, then, a sharp gasp rang out through the crowd and the radio was abruptly shut off. Connor turned his eyes to the source of the sound and realized an android had staggered back and tripped, now on their back on the ground and trying to scurry away. You tried to look over his shoulder to see what the fuss was all about.

"Markus," a masculine voice called out in despair. "How could you let them in here?"

The detective android narrowed his eyes.

It was Robert, a gun in his trembling hand.

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Important Information

Rules:

I am a minor. As such, smut can not be requested and can not be written. As a compromise, smutty themes can be used as overtones or undertones, often vaguely or simply eluded to. But pure smut? Not for a few months, which is when I’ll be 18. Sorry horndogs.

Please request through the submission inbox, or my direct messages. Further more, be polite. Be clear. If I ask a question to clear something up, answer it. Don’t let it dangle. I will always ask if there’s anything else you so desire (a word count, any details) so please tell me if there’s nothing else or if there is. English is also not my first language.

Do not request something against canon. I have written like that before and did not enjoy that. This means if something is considered canon, say Star Wars, such as a line of dialogue or something shown on screen, I would refuse to write you into it. I feel that it distorts the fiction so much you wouldn’t really be in it, and the characters wouldn’t be themselves anymore. Allow me to write you into the world as a side character, as something not shown directly but something that could fit into canon.

Some fictional characters have different versions of them. For example, Movie Anakin Skywalker, and the Clone Wars Anakin Skywalker. Ben Affleck Batman, or Christian Bale Batman? Or even, Comic Accurate Batman? Specify for me. If not specified after asking for it, I will write the character with headcanon information pulled from multiple ‘canon’ sources. This will be referred to as ‘headcanoned canon’.

Reblog my stuff? Absolutely. I see all my reblogs. But take it an post it to a different site? No. Don’t do that. Maybe I’ll spread over to Ao3 one day, but for now, please don’t.

Last one I can think of for now. But luckily this can be updated over time. I don’t write drabbles. I know! But just imagine all the times you’ve read a fic so good, only for it to end so soon. I like the thought of writing something both high quality and high quantity, which means I won’t be satisfied with anything under 2,000 words. Unfortunately, this may sometimes come at the expense of time. Especially if what you requested doesn’t fit into my current hyperfixation.

List of Characters I’ve Written, or Am Open to Writing:

Aayla Secura, Star Wars (Clone Wars)

Ahsoka Tano, Star Wars (Clone Wars and Live Action)

Anakin Skywalker, Star Wars (Clone Wars and Live Action)

Asaaj Ventress, Star Wars (Clone Wars and Books)

Boba Fett, Star Wars (Live Action Original Movies and The Mandalorian)

Bodhi Rook, Star Wars (Rogue One)

Bo-Katan Kryze, Star Wars (Clone Wars and The Mandalorian)

Cal Kestis, Star Wars (Jedi: Fallen Order, Beginning and End of Game)

Cassian Andor, Star Wars (Rogue One)

Darth Maul, Star Wars (Clone Wars)

Din Djarin, Star Wars (The Mandalorian)

Finn, Star Wars (Live Action Sequel Trilogy)

Jyn Erso, Star Wars (Rogue One)

Leia Skywalker, Star Wars (Live Action Original Movies)

Obi-Wan “Ben” Kenobi, Star Wars (Clone Wars and Live Action)

Padme Amidala, Star Wars (Clone Wars and Live Action)

Poe Dameron, Star Wars (Live Action Sequel Trilogy)

Rey, Star Wars (Live Action Sequel Trilogy)

Rex, Star Wars (Clone Wars)

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Batman, DC Comics (All Live Action, All Comic, Arkhamverse, All Animated, Headcanoned Canon)

Bane, DC Comics (Games)

Barry Allen/The Flash, DC Comics (All Live Action, Headcanoned Canon)

Black Canary, DC Comics (Birds of Prey Live Action Movie)

Bruce Wayne, DC Comics (All Live Action, Headcanoned Canon)

Catwoman/Selina Kyle, DC Comics (Headcanoned Canon)

Christopher Smith/Peacemaker, DCEU (All Live Action, Headcanoned Canon)

Cleo Cazo/Ratcatcher 2, DCEU (Live Action)

Conner Kent/Superboy, DC Comics (Titans, All Animated)

Damian Wayne, DC Comics (Animated and Injustice)

Dick Grayson, DC Comics (Titans, All Comic, Arkhamverse, All Animated, All Versions)

Harley Quinn, DC Comics (All Live Action, All Comic, Arkhamverse, All Animated Versions)

Jason Todd/Red Hood, DC Comics (Headcanoned Canon, Arkhamverse, All Animated, Titans, All Versions)

Katana, DC Comics (2016 Suicide Squad Live Action Movie)

Poison Ivy, DC Comics (Arkhamverse, All Comic, All Animated, Headcanoned Canon)

Tim Drake/Red Robin, DC Comics (Arkhamverse, All Comic, All Animated, Headcanoned Canon)

Raven, DC Comics (Headcanoned Canon, All Animated, All Comics, All Titans)

Robert Dubois/Bloodsport, DC Comics (DCEU Live Action)

Scarecrow/Johnathon Crane, DC Comics(All Live Action, Arkhamverse, Headcanoned Canon)

Starfire/Koriand’r, DC Comics (Titans, All Comics, All Animated, Headcanoned Canon)

Superman/Clark Kent, DC Comics (Cavill’s Live Action, All Animated, All Comics)

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Annie Leonhardt, Shingeki no Kyojin (Marley Resident, Season 1-3, Season 4, Titan Form)

Bertholdt Hoover, Shingeki no Kyojin (Marley Resident, Season 1-3)

Carla Jaeger, Shingeki no Kyojin (Pre Beginning)

Eren Jaeger, Shingeki no Kyojin (Season 1-3, Season 4, Titan Form)

Hanji Zoe, Shingeki no Kyojin (All Seasons and OVA)

Jean Kirchstein, Shingeki no Kyojin (Season 1-3, Season 4)

Levi Ackerman, Shingeki no Kyojin (All Seasons and OVA)

Marco Bodt, Shingeki no Kyojin (Season 1)

Mikasa Ackerman, Shingeki no Kyojin (Season 1-3, Season 4)

Moblit Berner, Shingeki no Kyojin (All Seasons and OVA)

Sasha Braus, Shingeki no Kyojin (Season 1-3, Season 4)

L Lawliet, Death Note (Season 1)

Ryuk, Death Note (Season 1)

Touta Matsuda, Death Note (Season 1)

Raye Penber and Naomi Matsura (Season 1, Pre Beginning, Throuple Headcanon Canoned)

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Connor RK800, Detroit: Become Human (Deviant, Android, Mid and Post Game)

Chloe RT600, Detroit: Become Human (Deviant, Android, Pre, Mid, and Post Game)

Gavin Reed, Detroit: Become Human (Mid and Post Game)

Kara AX400, Detroit: Become Human (Post Game)

Luther TR400, Detroit: Become Human (Pre and Post Game)

Markus RK200, Detroit: Become Human (Pre, Mid, and Post Game)

Nines RK900, Detroit: Become Human (Post Game)

North WR400, Detroit: Become Human (Pre, Mid, and Post Game)

Other Worlds and Fandoms Coming Soon.

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What You Can Expect From Me:

Fanfiction

Headcanons- While I’d consider all of my fanfiction headcanons, I’m referring to those little bullet point things you’ll see writers do. Here’s my deal on that. I won’t do romantic headcanons for the characters listed above. By that I mean you won’t see anything titled, “How Poe Dameron Would Cuddle”, or anything of that sort. But you probably will see just my own little headcanons for fun. Like, little fun facts. You know, “Superman’s favorite food is ____”, “Nines hates rats”.

However, I will write romantic headcanons for my OC’s. But that’s for later.

Further regarding fanfiction, I typically write angst. Not sure why, it’s just what I started with because I thought the plots were strongest and I wanted to see where I could take it. Like I said, no smut, but you’ll find allusions to it. Fluff? Yeah, it’s there. Hard for me to write fluff without a plot, but it does exist on my page.

Original Stories

Most people ignore this, but if you see that I’ve posted it won’t always be something regarding your favorite character. I write my own little stories that’s basically just glorified, book length headcanons for a few worlds, but mostly the Star Wars galaxy. Don’t worry, there’s no need to pay attention to it if you don’t want. It’s something I do in my spare time besides x readers and oneshots.

Spontaneous Posting

What I mean by this, is that unlike a lot of writers, I don’t work on a schedule. There’s no “once a week posting”, or anything like that. What I finish and give the okay to, is posted. If you’ve requested something, I’ll let you know that it’s about to go out. So sometimes a burst of fics may be pumped out in a week, or none will for up to a month.

Going by EST, I typically am most active at night and early morning. Especially in the summer. During fall this may change.

I rarely put out a post that is unrelated to my writings. If it is related to my personal life instead, it will be posted, but not saved. Documented and available, but never pinned or anything.

FAQ:

Do you write queer pairings?

Yes. My earlier works usually elude to a female reader and it’s blaringly obvious, though it’s shifting into androgyny for ease of reader. I would prefer to have an androgynous reader instead of a set in stone male or female one.

Am I reading a queer fanfic written by a straight person?

You are not. I am androgynous myself in terms of gender and unlabeled in terms of sexuality.

Do you write for poc?

This question shocks me, though I’ve gotten it twice. Then I realized- it’s because so many writers forget the point of a reader. The reader may be described as blonde, or white, or thin, or female. You will not find that here. There will be no set in stone appearance for the reader except for mentions of whatever hair you may possess (apologies to those without hair). There will be no talk of ‘light skin’, or ‘curvy figure’. The farthest I’ll go is describing you as pale, if say, you were sick. Because any race or skin tone can go pale, you know? The only thing I’d do- rarely- is give you a real age. But only to further the plot if needed.

My point is, ‘Y/N’ is not just a pretty white person with long hair. It’s inclusive to anyone. I’ll stand by that.

Do you write headcanons?

Answered in the above section. Long story short, I’m working on it, but on my terms.

Do you write song fics?

I haven’t before. Why? They make me cringe. I don’t know why. I’ll write a fic based on a song, or with undertones of a song. But those little paragraphs with the lyrics that aren’t even in time with what you’re reading if you were to read and listen at the same time? I don’t think so.

Do you know what sex is?

I do.

Will you have e-sex with me in the direct message chatbox?

I will not.

Why do you write on tumblr?

I started writing just to share an old word document with over 300 pages worth of an Original Star Wars story. I tried my hand at fanfiction because, while I don’t read it often myself, I know a lot of people do. It helps them escape reality. And, I’m a pretty good writer, I think. At least I can only get better. I’m just one more person trying to put something out for people to enjoy, and maybe even rely on.

Will you ever write for real people?

If I ever wrote a fanfiction about Christian Bale or like Barack Obama I think I would just disappear. I can’t do it. It’s like warping my own reality.

How often do you post?

I don’t know.

Do you have a taglist?

I did! But only for Star Wars. If you want to be tagged in something, let me know. But you have to be specific. Just for a certain character? For a certain fandom? A certain plot? Just og stories? Be clear.

Dynamics I Enjoy Writing:

Man simps for person who almost wants nothing to do with them.

Hero simps for villain or villain simps for hero despite the obvious consequences.

Two jokesters destroy some area while left alone together. May get along better than they would admit.

Two people who are not expected to get along, get along well.

Hero and villain are best friends but won’t admit it.

Basically if I’m left to my own mind most of my fics will fall under one of these dynamics. Not always- definitely not always. But I kinda like them.

Numbers:

800-273-8255 USA National Suicide Hotline

1 (300) 22 4636 Australia Suicide and Anxiety Line

1 (833) 456 4566 Canada Suicide Hotline

800-810-1117 China Suicide Hotline

0145394000 France Suicide Hotline

08001810771 Germany Suicide Hotline

8888817666 India Suicide Hotline

810352869090 Japan Suicide Hotline

0078202577577 Russia Suicide Hotline

08457909090 UK Suicide Hotline

4408457909090 Ireland Emergency Hotline

1-800-656-4673 US National Sexual Assault Hotline

741-741 National Panic Hotline (for people who prefer to text)

Anything else?

Nope. Can’t think of anything. We’ll see if anything changes. Thanks for checking it out.

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