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brandnewhuman · 1 year

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IN THE BACK OF

MY MIND

∆one shot∆

Starring:

Elijah kamski x Connor

CONTENT:

Tw: major character death, hurt no fucking comfort bros. Canon typical violence, guns and bullet wounds, maybe a lil gory description(?) Kind of suicide. Angst so much angst it's getting ridiculous

Summary: he needed to make it right

A/N: okay folks i have finally made it. IM PARTICULARLY PROUD OF THIS ONE CAUSE I HAVE NEVER WROTE ACTION SCENES AND IT WAS PRETTY HARD. Anyway, first ship fic too so let's fucking go broskies. This idea came to me because of a convo with @bloodlst . I hope you all like it BYE

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He has always prided himself of being really hard to upset, his control over his own emotions and reactions have been mastered through years of hiding them away from anyone.

But to be completely honest, this was starting to get really unsettling really fast.

Maybe he had really sheltered himself too much, self-imposed Isolation far away from every problem and everything that could disturbed his inner peace for too long, cause right now even he couldn't help the painful and uncomfortable knot growing in his chest.

Ever since he has made his controversial comeback as a cyberlife CEO fully supporting Markus and new Jericho in their struggle for android rights, he has been pestered by the DPD with requested presence during particularly nasty android abuse cases. He understood the need of having him, since he has basically created them, to help the investigations go smoother and get more information out of the androids without traumatising them any further.

Connor hasn't been that happy about it since he knew how unpredictable a scared and traumatised android can be but Elijah had reassured him countless times of how he was more than capable of handling this.

Truth be told, his reason behind being helpful was a little bit more selfish than he would like to admit. Ever since his recent comeback and collaboration with Jericho he has come to face the consequences his hiding away from the world had brought which, unsurprisingly, were quite serious.

For one his already rocky relationship with his brother has somehow been even more affected by the fact that while being in his little own piece of paradise he has ended up being even more unreachable in case of need than before. He expected leaving behind his few and precarious relationships would end up in people resenting him, contrary to the popular belief he did feel guilty though and he knew perfectly well that shutting everyone out has been a really shit move from his part, but what he was supposed to do? He could argue that he deserved a break, he deserved to be left alone even at the cost of sounding selfish.

He has spent his whole life being pulled one way or another, used by everyone and anyone and squeezed past his very limit just to be thrown out in the end. Being kicked out of his own company, the very thing he had built on his own and has cared for since day one, just because he wanted it to be much more than just a mindless mass-production brand was the cherry on top of a very fucking depressing cake.

He was just tired of all of it and no one seemed to get it cause somehow he always managed to be seen by everyone as some sort of narcissist and heartless prick no matter what.

Well not everyone, there was Connor who, for some reason that completely escaped Elijah's comprehension, decided to make it his mission to be the one who would put up with the reclusive CEO. At one point Connor explained it as the closest thing to what humans call "gut feeling" about Elijah being more than just a cryptic and sarcastic asshole, Elijah on the other hand just thought it was poor judgement and really bad taste, maybe even a little bit of masochism.

But despite all his efforts to keep him at arm's length the android really used every bit of his programming perseverance to make Elijah cave in. Hank once said that it's hard to hate the boy when he's the embodiment of a lost puppy around people he likes and Elijah had to agree with that. He was so used to never needing any kind of love from anyone, to never expect anything without the other person having ulterior motives behind their actions that Connor's presence was as scary as it was intoxicating.

The irony of being more comfortable around his own creations rather than humans didn't go unseen, but they were truly quite a pair, always out of place among their own people but never between themselves. Just to think about going back to not having Connor makes him sick, the idea of losing the only person in this world he can give all his unconditional love and trust to without getting back anything less than the same was annoyingly debilitating.

He got so wrapped up in making his own world revolve around Connor and his positive opinion on him that the reality of what the world really thought of him crushed on him like hundreds stones at full speed.

It has been brought to his attention by many rather unpleasant encounters since being back in the city, that he's not just disliked by a large number of humans but by an even bigger amount of androids. Once again not really surprising, the common reason that seemingly brought both humans and androids together against the inventor was always tied to his self-imposed exile in one way or another. Only difference was that androids were undeniably more in the right of being mad and to be honest their hate hurt Elijah more than other humans' disappointment.

He did abandon them, he could and should've done something for them since their very existence is because of him but he just kept hiding away, fooling himself into believing that if he didn't see the problem then it wasn't really there. He could feel the painful and oppressing wave of guilt Connor has described to him so many times and it truly was as terrible as his beloved android described.

That's why when it came to interacting with androids he seemed to lose all that confidence he otherwise always carried around, not even a joke or one of his usual snarky remarks escaped his lips while meeting Markus and the others at Jericho or when an android seemed to recognise him on the street he never dared to allow himself to feel any type of annoyance at their angry gaze.

Connor did end getting more worked up about it for the both of them anyways and he couldn't even begin to explain to his big hearted android why their resentment was well placed and why it wasn't as unfair as how he got treated because of his ex deviant hunter occupation for which he didn't got any choice. From Elijah point of view it was just some well-deserved payback for a really big fucked up.

Which led him to accept captain Fowler's offer of helping Hank and Connor with android cases as some sort of consultant in particularly difficult cases where they needed to be extra sure the androids would not self-destruct themselves. He needed to make it right and somehow all the things he tried to do never felt enough, so what better than actively being there this time for the newly deviated androids who were having trouble with their emotions?

"He is a PL600 model, responds to the name Michael. His former owner and partner, Jeffrey Miller, filed a report of missing person report after he went missing 2 months ago. The bastard that was keeping him doesn't seem to have any criminal record besides some minor warnings after some neighbours complained about loud noises" Hank handed the file to Elijah who was transfixed by the state of the android sitting on the other side of the two way mirror that separated the interrogation room with Connor.

"We found evidence of him being involved with android trafficking. It's obvious he kidnapped Michael for his biocomponents, we have found more android parts as well in the house" Hank hard tone did nothing to hide his frustration and concern with the situation, likely due to now being basically Connor's parent figure.

Michael reminded Elijah so much of one of the androids they kept inside the evidence room that he was able to fix, Daniel which was too a PL600.

Hank crossed his arms and looked at Elijah before keep going with the information "His neighbour called because of the smell. Connor did that reconstruction thing and said that the android tried to fight back which resulted in that asshole dying. As many androids who go through this he just hided inside the house"

Michael sported everything from dents on the side of his head, to patches of white exoskeleton showing where scratches or marks have damaged the synthetic skin, to dark bruises or the closest thing to human bruises to even a missing arm. The most noticeable thing was his jaw piece being completely white now that it has been somehow kept from falling all together and put back to place.

He was used to seeing damaged androids, but for some reason the sight of Michael was much more disturbing than anything else. The discomfort was similar to how he felt every time he had to fix Connor after being hurt during work.

He quickly checked the file Hank handed him, a frown upon his face while trying to concentrate enough to gather as much information as possible to know how to handle the situation. "I suppose he has gone through a hard reset thus explaining why he didn't try to go back to Mr Miller… " his frown deepened as he looked up to see Hank nodding at him in confirmation.

"That fucker was busy with another android before getting to Michael. He probably forced him to stasis until he was done with the other victim" he could already see what Elijah was about to asked so he took a deep breath and braced himself to answer the unspoken question while carefully keeping his gaze off Elijah, not sure enough of wanting to see his reaction "the other victims…it was too late. Connor couldn't even find any memories in them or saveable data. I'm sorry kid…"

Logically he knows he cannot save every single android around but it is still hard to just accept the fact that sometimes there was nothing he could do, that he has failed yet again. The guilt from thinking that somehow this could've been prevented if he did something sooner and the sadness of knowing that a whole person, a small world who has most likely fought its whole life, has died and he couldn't do anything about it. Yes, he could always replace biocomponents, reprogram and make them from scratch but they wouldn't be the same, that would be another person and the one that belonged to that body would never come back.

"I think Connor is done with the interrogation…I should go in" his voice was devoid of energy, he sounded as drained as he felt and his attempt at avoiding to acknowledge Hank's words went through. He exited the small room, only after closing the door behind him he allowed himself to subtly let go of the breath he didn't know he was holding.

Two officers were waiting outside to escort him inside the interrogation room, he tilted his head towards the door before following them inside. As soon as they stepped in they took a step away to let Elijah reach Connor's side while they posted themselves right behind Michael just to be able to intervene faster if something went wrong. Brown eyes immediately found Elijah's icy blue ones, a subtle fond smile graced the detective android's lips and his led spawn a soft yellow before settling on the usual calm blue, the inventor could feel his own eyes softening in a fond gaze.

The small moment was broken off by Connor looking back at Michael again. "Michael..this is Elijah Kamski, he's here to help you. He's going to run a check up on you so he can begin to fix you" Connor was careful to keep his tone as calm and matter-of-fact as he always did when dealing with newly deviated androids to avoid triggering self-destruction. Elijah tried to keep his eyes off Michael for as long as possible, busying himself by reading the file once again even if by now he has already memorised the whole thing. He had this nagging feeling that if he allowed himself to lock eyes with the android, something would go very wrong very fast.

Eventually he had to look up though so he just pushed the feeling to the back of his mind and took a tentative look at Michael just in time, cause after what felt like hours but really it was just seconds, the android addressed the CEO.

"I know who you are.. " his eyes, once vacant and distant, now were coldly piercing through Elijah. His voice was something more than a whisper, slightly distorted by a possible damage in his vocal processor but full of restrained anger that was very close to overflowing "you created us…just to leave us behind. To let them…do this" the room already aloof atmosphere went even more sour with every word from the android's mouth.

Elijah should've seen it coming and it wasn't really that surprising, he should be used to this by now but there was something that made Elijah's blood run cold and swallow with difficulty. There was a very sharp and dangerous edge to Michael's voice that made the inventor's mask of confidence fall for a second.

"I understand your wariness towards me, but I can guarantee that I'm here to do everything in my power to help.." a wave of relief rolled down his body for having kept his voice steady and calm enough.

Connor frowned slightly, his led spinning yellow once more, opening his mouth slightly to try and reason with the other android just to get interrupted "it's not fair…it is not…he abandoned us. He left and watched as we…suffered through this. My body…m-my life is..i-is.. " he kept muttering with fast pace, a lost gaze set on nothing in particular, eyes full of tears and dread as panic started to take over.

The CEO felt almost sick and racked his brain to find something to say but even if he managed to succeed he would never be able to mutter a word out of his mouth. He felt freezed in time as he watched distress consume the android. His grip on the paper folder tightened slightly as he tried to keep his own panic under control. He could feel Connor's worried gaze on him, surely catching on not only with Michael's stress level but with Elijah's too.

Michael's eyes jumped from Connor to Elijah, seemingly analysing something. His eyes widened in realisation for a moment as if he had finally understood what he was trying to, just for it to be replaced with a defeated and disheartened look.

Elijah concluded that somehow he has understood where Connor's opinion about the CEO stood. Which only seemed to agitate him even more than before.

Even if they didn't need to breathe, the android's breath hitched and he choked out a sob, clutching his chest with trembling fingers making Elijah and, surprisingly, Connor flinch. The officers behind Michael exchanged a concerned look, as if they were warning each other to stay alert.

"he could've helped and he did nothing!! Nothing nothing nothing and-..no… so unfair..so so so unfair" the inventor could clearly see he was talking to Connor now as his face morphed into a disgusted frown, his only hand now clenching into a fist above his chest that was now going up and down from hyperventilating.

Now that Michael seemed to have withdrawn to himself, muttering and rambling, Connor took the opportunity to silently request assistance from the officers in getting Michael out of there. He turned to gently grab Elijah's arm, led spinning a more intense yellow. He took the folder that the inventor had been carrying around from his hands and put it on the desk, making Elijah take a step backwards in order to place himself in front of him to block the unsettling view and hopefully bring Elijah out of his own panic.

He was sure Connor was speaking to him, probably telling him how they should go from now on with the situation but he couldn't really listen. Even with the slightly taller man in front of him he could still see a small glimpse of Michael being helped to stand up, how the android's eyes were trained on Elijah as soon as he dared to look.

It has happened before, it was nothing he hasn't heard from other damaged androids or even perfectly functioning androids. Maybe all of this was starting to take a toll on him, it could be that maybe he has never got as used to it as he thought. And even if both things could be true he knew, deep inside, that this time all this uneasiness wasn't just his guilt.

Since the first moment he was informed of Michael's case there has been this feeling of impending danger at the pit of stomach, which only worsened when he went into the police station to meet the android.

And then, almost as if God had finally decided to let him catch on to what was going to happen, everything went terribly down.

He wasn't as fast as Connor in realising what was happening, he just had the time to acknowledge the android wiping his head sharply towards Michael while pushing Eijah behind him.

Michael's features twisted in anger and had already taken the gun of one of the officers and knocked him out cold, giving time to the other one already pulling his own out and aiming it at the android.

"Don't shoot him!!" Connor's hand quickly extended towards the officer, the other one already up towards Michael to partially cover further Elijah behind him. Connor's led was now spinning a violent red "Michael please, put the gun down. I can ask Mr Kamski to leave so we-"

"GET THE F-FUCK AWAY FROM ME."His rough and strained voice glitched from the vocal processor exertion. His shaky hand aimed frantically at anyone who as much as breathed "H-he…he said this would keep..keep happening" it was almost a whisper from his quivering lips, trying to keep at bay the tears.

Elijah kept his hands up just to show the android he wasn't going to do any harm before addressing him and taking a small step to the side to see his face better "Michael… I know you don't trust me but you can trust Connor, you won't have to see me again but you have to put the gun down" his tone was calm and gentle as if he was talking to an upset child.

Connor was glaring daggers at him but he didn't care. He knew the android wouldn't want to listen to Connor right now, he needed to reason with him before he could hurt himself or others.

Michael only shook his head no frenetically, eyes wide and full of panic "no no no…he said it, he said IT HE SAID IT. the more they'll fix us…the more they'll have to..to use." His glossy eyes were vacantly staring through Elijah, almost looking lost in his memories before continuing "you brought us to this world…just to feed your ego. You made us…made us feel, you allowed all of this to happen.."

Elijah was sure Connor was already preconstructing the course of the events, what to do and what no. He could bet all he had that the android had already analysed the situation and by how cautiously he was moving closer him he was sure he already knew what to do. Unfortunately for him Elijah did too, same idea just different person executing it.

The inventor closed his eyes for a second to steady his own heartbeats, swallowing hard and opening them again before speaking "you're right. I have done a horrible thing and I'm so sorry Michael. I know you're angry, rightfully so. Just let me make it right okay? Tell me what you want and I'll do it but…please put the gun down"

The look on the androids face, how his expression fell almost immediately finally letting all the tears go sent shivers down Elijah's spine "you don't get to make it right…" he muttered with feign calm, his lower lip trembled slightly before curling into a sad smirk "you shouldn't be allowed to fix anything… to fix us again so we can get hurt all over again" he breathed out a humourless laugh, the smirk now a full smile. Something akin to relief crossing his features, his hand grip on the gun slowly getting steady and confident "no…this ends now"

Both the officer and Connor were on edge, exchanging a silent understanding of what they should do. Elijah for the very first time in the day felt at peace, almost matching the sense of relief Michael was feeling.

He couldn't know for sure but he had a feeling this would go this way. Apparently he was the only one who had thought about it because Connor was very confident that Michael would try to shoot Elijah, the latter on the other hand knew he was not planning just on that.

If he didn't do something Michael would shoot Connor, he would have the time to fire two shots more before the other officer makes a move or maybe, Connor would be able to disarm Michael. But if he wasn't the first shot would go straight through Connor's head, the other two would be to Elijah which was the most likely outcome given the circumstances. No big deal right? Connor's had been shot at the head before, everytime he has come back. But Elijah knew it wasn't the case, and he was painfully aware of the fact that Connor hasn't realised, in his haste to protect him, that if he gets hit it is gonna do some serious damage. The kind of damage androids come back as brand new people and not as the person the body used to be.

So that's how it would go, he survives and lets the only one who has ever truly cared for him die and become someone different with the same face of the person he and many others loved. Live with the knowledge his own mistakes have taken Connor's life, Hank's newfound son and a friend to many others.

In some way Michael's was right, he didn't get to make it right by fixing androids after what he has done (or what he has not done). It wasn't like he was suicidal or something, it wasn't really about him wanting an easy way out. Like Michael's said, this ends now and not because he wants to but because it is the right thing to do. He has exceeded his staying, his purpose has been completed and all he wanted to do with his life has been achieved. He even had the opportunity to feel and experience a healthy and loving relationship, to see his own creations win against all odds for their right to live.

Wasn't that enough? Hasn't it been a really fulfilling life? Maybe someone would disagree but he did feel quite at peace with it and he did feel like it was enough, and even if it wasn't he has never been one who could see himself lasting years, always felt more like his expiry date was much sooner than others. All he could think about, weirdly enough, was that one argument over Frankenstein years ago with Gavin that has been marked in his mind as the day all of this truly started. He still remembered it so vividly and not just because of his eidetic memory but because it was his fondest and last memory of him and his brother together. He finds himself realising that he has turned into the much hated doctor, denying to acknowledge the responsibility of what he has done for the sake of his peace of mind.

Some sort of agreement between the Android who was holding the gun and the inventor was reached, their eyes looking into each other with understanding of what was the fate of both. He could only hope Connor would forgive him one last time.

It took longer for the bullet to be shot than for Elijah to grab Connor's jacket from behind and turn him around to face the two way mirror, almost like Michael was respecting Elijah's decision and waiting for him to be done. Had it not been for the advantage surprise was giving him, Elijah would have never been able to move Connor. Seemed like it was his lucky day then.

His poor attempt at sparing Connor a rather traumatising view went south, before the bullet hit the back of head the last thing he saw Connor go quite literally through all the 5 stages of grief in a matter of seconds. He almost felt one last stab of guilt until he suddenly felt no more. The bullet went through Elijah's head and exited out his right eye, splattering blood all over Connor's back before finally hitting the glass, cracking but not breaking it. After it there has been another shot but Connor couldn't hear it nor care. His eyes fixed on the circular crack of the glass, the led that had stayed red was now deepening into a darker shade betraying his inner turmoil.

Kamski's body kneeled behind him a second after the shot, it was such a slow movement for a dead person that for a moment Connor thought he hadn't seen right when he looked at the reflection in the mirror showing Elijah's eyes splitting open. As soon as the knees hit the floor the rest of the body sat back, slouching forward because of the weight of his head tilting down. Soon enough blood started to drip onto the floor at a steady pace, the whole room invaded by a chaos that seemed so far and felt so insignificant to Connor right now.

He took his time in turning back, not trusting his legs to support him if he went any faster. When he finally faced Elijah's body he felt like what could only be described as a if his programming was suddenly collapsing on itself. He has felt like this in the past, the most recent moment he could recall was almost getting trapped by Amanda inside his own mind.

He has seen many corpses, both android and human, he has seen many people dying and yet this was the most horrifying sight he has ever come across.

It's the idea behind it, the voice in his head that started to list a number of things that would never be the same after this. He couldn't move, couldn't speak nor tear his eyes apart from Elijah, not even when he felt someone yanking his arm to try and take him away from there.

Elijah was dead, his Elijah was dead. He was dead and yet people were asking Connor if he was okay as if he was the one who had been killed, why were they worrying so much about him? He was obviously fine, there was a dead man in front of him proving that he had gone through it just fine. He absentmindedly pondered if there's someone who would understand how he was feeling right now, no… if there was someone who would feel the same he was because of Elijah's being dead. The answer came up almost like one of those software instability alerts he used to have.

No one would feel like this, this has happened cause no one would feel like this for Elijah. Be it because he didn't let anyone get closer aside from Connor or because other people thought he didn't deserve people grieving for him. Connor just knew no one would ever feel as if Elijah, with his death, has ripped something very important and vital from them. People would be shocked, maybe sad for a second or two or maybe not even surprised at all before moving on.

And that's what bothers Connor the most, knowing everyone would move on and he was stuck there. He will be forever stuck there as he was almost stuck in the zen garden, his body would carry on without him while his mind would just stay in that room forever staring at Elijah. Waiting and hoping foolishly that maybe there's an emergency exit from here too, that this is just temporary, a preconstruction going too far. That once the simulation is done he will get to save Elijah, to tell him he would never be able to forgive him for this.

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cuttherope · 1 year

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How Impressive

Summary: First time meeting the android Connor. Things are starting to work in your favor.

Relationship: Connor{Detroit: Become Human} X Reader

Word count: 2000+

Authors note: Hello! This is my very first story written on this platform! I'm not entirely sure how things work yet, so please send me your tips and tricks and notes about the story! Feel free to DM any request you might have! Not a lot happens in this chapter of the story, but I will be adding more chapters and things will only go up from there. Thank you for reading this <333

Chapter 1

It was a normal day at the office. I had gone through my regular routine that morning: waking up at 7:00 am sharp, brushing my teeth, putting on my most comfortable clothes and making my way over to the bus station that would then take me toward the police station downtown. I made my way to my tidy desk, which pined itself against the front of Hank’s. I placed your bag next to my chair, and sat down in a huff, finally clocking in for work. There was so much paperwork and files to go through I didn't even know where to begin. The first task I could think of doing was to prepare my body for the 9 hour work day ahead of me and get myself a nice, hot cup of coffee. Slowly getting back up from my chair, I made my way over to the corner of the office. Seeing as there were blueberry muffins on the counter next to the coffee machine. I picked one up and ate piece after piece of it, my eyes fixed on the motion of breaking off a bit and placing it in my mouth .I was pretty much finished eating the muffin once my coffee cup had filled to the brim and was almost spilling over.

“Geez slow down, it's not gonna run away from you.” I moved my eyes up from the muffin in my hand, not stopping the motion. My whole body had a horrible visceral reaction to the tall figure standing in front of me. Rolling my eyes, I ignore the comment, and reach over to the coffee machine, grabbing the cup and placing one foot in front of the other in an attempt to avoid the whole situation.

“A kid like you shouldn't be drinking coffee ya know. You should wait until you’ve finished growing.” The man laughed sarcastically at his own joke, like it was the most hilarious thing he or anyone had ever said. I stopped in my tracks and hunched my back, sighing loudly into the motion.

“Good morning Gavin…” The words left my mouth involuntarily. The sentence had become such a routine that it was practically muscle memory by now.

“Aw Good morning to you too sweetheart! Let's see that bright smile!” He was once again sarcastic in his voice. Making fun of me to my face, without any thought about it at all. He then walked towards the coffee machine, making himself a drink, the same as I had done. As I made my way towards the exit of the lounge room another man had walked in. His stature was much bigger than that of Gavin's, but much less intimidating. You could just tell this man had a pure heart. My eyes glanced down to his jacket, on its right read ‘RK800’. Of course, it's another one of those androids, but I don't recognize the model number, it must be new.

My pace had slowed, I’m not sure whether it was because of the hold this man had on me or just the pure knowledge that Gavin would say something rude in an attempt to rile up the poor thing. Like I had imagined, Gavin stands up from leaning against the coffee table in the break room, making a few smart aleck comments about the bot, before asking him to bring Gavin another coffee. Geez sometimes Gavin can never let people have a break, he's always got to make their lives hard. The android did as told and brought Gavin a cup of coffee, only for Gavin to shove the cup out of his face, spilling the coffee all over my shirt and pants.

“Look what you did? And you're supposed to be the most intelligent being out there? Do me a favor… stay out of my way.” Gavin walked out of the room, without eye contact and the confident posture of a high school bully. I made my way over to the android, grabbing some paper towel for the coffee that had spilled on him also.

“You can’t give in to Gavin. He's like that to everyone. Trust me, the best thing for you to do is avoid him.” I offered a few of the napkins to the android. He carefully took them from my hand, and carefully patted his suit of any spots that had been affected by the spill. He didn't say anything, only making slight eye shifts towards me here and there.

“I'm detective l/n. I work alongside Lieutenant Anderson. I’m not sure we’ve met yet.” I switch the coffee into my left hand in order to free my right, extending it for a handshake.

“Hello, I'm Connor, the android sent my CyberLife. You are correct, we have yet to meet, I don't recognize your face.” The android's voice was monotone, but calming. It had a rich and smooth tone to it, and unlike the other artificial sounding android voices, his just sounded real, and intimate, like what he said actually had meaning to him, and weren’t just words.

“ I don't recognize your model number.”

“I'm a prototype, I was created to assist police personnel in investigations involving deviant androids.” He was so blunt, so straight to the point. I didn't mind it.

“Deviants? I’ve heard about them a few times. I've tried to convince Hank to let me help with the investigation, but every time he shuts me down. I find the whole thing quite intriguing.” Connor didn't respond, only looking down at my shirt, then looking back up to meet my eyes. I was so interested in this android that by the time I had noticed that I forgot to clean my shirt of the spilled coffee, it had already started to dry.

“ I need to put my jacket back on, it's not professional to be walking around the station with a giant coffee stain on my shirt. Walk with me?” He nodded in agreement, waiting for me to lead the way back to my desk. Once we arrived, I slipped on the jacket and zipped it up, catching a glance from Hank who had finally showed up for work.

“Nice to see you Hank. You know this has been the earliest you've shown up this month. How impressive!” I was a bit frustrated, seeing that I was stuck with all the boring work back in the office, while Hank was out on the field getting to do the exciting part. Yet I was the one who actually put in the required effort for the job.

“Nice coffee stain. How impressive.” I rolled my eyes, fulling zipping my jacket. He was blunt, but that's why we got along. He could deal with my attitude and I could deal with his sarcastic tone.

“I see you've met the android. You better get acquainted soon, since you'll be working in close proximity to one another.” I raise one of my eyebrows, questioning the older man's statement.

“Oh?” I asked, puzzling.

“Well, seeing as we’re now all working together, and there's only, let's see here… two desks. I've voluntold you to share it with the android.” I look over at the android who has his hands resting at his sides, expressionless.

“How is that supposed to work? There's barely enough room for the both of us over here.” I pleated, not for the fact of sharing, but for the interest of the android. I know I’m not well organized. It's going to be ten times worse now that two people, well one person and one android need to share the small space. Hank leaned back in his chair, his hands clasped behind his head. His shoulders shrugged and his mouth pursed. There was no protesting the situation, I'll just have to make due.

“ I'm sorry for being a burden detective, but I am a highly organized android. I promise to not disturb you, or your work. I'm here to help you, not to frustrate you.” That last sentence he said, why did it stick to me like glue? Why was it on repeat in my mind for so long? It was so innocent, but really it made me want for him to frustrate me. For him to talk to me whenever he could, or poke my shoulder whenever he had a question, or loom over me when I was in the middle of viewing a profile. We had only met that day, but there was something so special about him, something I hadn't noticed in other androids. Maybe it was because he was brand new, so was more advanced than the other, more personable. I knew instantly that working beside him each day would be a blessing and a curse.

I sat down at my desk and began working on the many, many profiles I had to sort through for the case. Slowly Connor had placed one hand on the back of my chair and the other on my desk, very close to my hand. He leaned his body closer to the back of head.

“ I could do that for you, if you’d like?” His voice was quiet and soft, like an attempt to not be a distraction to either Hank or my work. I nodded slowly after a few seconds, wanting to draw out the closeness of his body to mine for as long as I could. I turned the chair around, and offered him the seat. He took it, and began to scroll through the profiles of deviants androids on the computer screen in front of him. In less than a minute he had gone through the hundreds of profiles that would have taken me hours to complete.

“243 files. First date back nine months. An AX400 is reported to have assaulted a man last night. That could be a good starting point for our investigation.” How impressive this body of wires and metal was. But Hank wasn't interested. Letting out a sigh, and turning back towards his computer. After a few seconds, the android had gotten up from the seat and made his way over to the Lieutenant. But still Hank remained fixated on the work, not wanting to engage himself with the bot.

“I know you didn't ask for this investigation-” Hank interrupted Connor, swearing at him, only for this to result in an even more frustrated response from the android. I had never seen one stand up for themselves. I had always assumed that the wishes of their ‘bosses’ came before the needs of their own. But Connor had a mission, and nothing was going to come between him and the accomplishment of his tasks. It was quite remarkable, and it made me even more excited to work with him, knowing he wasn't just going to be another stick in the mud, like many of the other, human cops in this station.

I watched as his body tensed slightly, seeing a slight clench in his jaw, and twitch in his eyebrow. I watched as his breathing became heavier and his chest puffed, his jacket hugging his figure to show the lines of his chest. He snapped his head to look at me, shifting his eyes between mine and the back of Hank's head, almost in a plea to intervene. His look alone was enough to intimidate anyone who was caught in it. It commanded attention, it could steal a breath from anyone's lungs, and even though I knew he wasn't frustrated with me, I still felt my body freeze at the tension he admitted. Before things could escalate further I placed myself between the two men, with my body facing that of Hanks. Raising my voice enough to gain the attention and silence from the both of them.

“Hank, it might be worth it to go check things out. Who knows what we could find. Maybe it'll be useful stuff, and if it isn't, we can always just leave.” Hank's eyes shifted from my own to Connors who was standing behind me.

“Five minutes. That's it. And if there's nothing interesting, we leave.” A large grimace constructs itself on my face, happy with my convincing excuses.

“Leave in a few minutes then?” I questioned.

“What? No. You're not coming. You're staying here like I've said before.” Hank had explained, grabbing his jacket from his chair, and putting it on, walking away from me in a huff. Connor followed behind us silently.

“If you let me come, I'll watch over Connor so you wont need to.” The bearded man stopped in his tracks. Taking a minute to think of the proper response to my proposal. He finally answered without turning back around.

“Stay out of the way…and please for the love of god don't touch anything.. Either of you.”

#connor dbh #newwritersclub #fanfic #writer #Gavinreed #hank anderson #detroit become human #dbh fanfic #Connor dbh fanfic

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cullendrawss · 1 year

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hey maybe this finds its way to someone who can help me, maybe not, worth a shot

a couple years ago there was a fanfic called Uniform Blue very connor centric, oneshot. i loved it with my whole being. helped me through many panic attacks.

it vanished from ao3?? anyone know where it ended up or wtf happened??

#detroit become human #dbh #dbh fanfic #detroit become human fanfic #connor dbh #connor detroit become human #rk800 #connor dbh fanfic #hankcon

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multi-fandomedfreak · 10 months

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Dating them would include // DBH Headcanons

Authors note: I miss my DBH boys, what more can I say?

Characters: Connor, Markus, Hank, and Ralph

⚠️ Warnings ⚠️: Mentions of making out and mentions of Ralph getting a little too silly (aka having one of his anger outbursts)

🪙 Connor 🪙

-many, many, many, MANY forehead kisses

-Mans is like, 6ft, so chances are he might be taller than you and therefore would love to give you forehead kisses

-He especially likes to kiss you on the forehead as a way to say goodbye and hello

-Loves it when you kiss him along his jaw or neck. And when I say he loves it he LOVES IT

-Mix that with petting/massaging his scalp and watch him absolutely m e l t

-Love language is touch and I will die on that hill

-He loves any type of touch. Especially hugging you from behind or just anything that involves wrapping his arms around you

-He doesn’t mind cuddling but not for too long because he likes to move around

-Will brag about you when given the chance to literally anyone that listens

☮️ Markus ☮️

-Acts of Service. I will also die on this hill

-He looooves doing things for you, he doesn’t care if you can do them yourself

-If he’s taller than you he’ll deliberately put things on the top shelf just so you ask him to help you

-Definitely either carries you out of bed in the morning for breakfast or just brings the breakfast to you

-If you like doing things yourself tho, he’ll reluctantly back off and just give you encouraging words on whatever it is your doing

-Definitely an encouraging bf

-Whatever it is that you do, he’s your #1 fan the whole way

- Loves to play you some piano and if you’re interested in learning, he’ll teach you his favorite songs

-A little bit of a cuddle bug

-His favorite spot to cuddle you would definitely be in front of a fireplace, it’s just so serene

🐶 Hank 🐶

-He’s such a grump that admitting his love language would take a while

-Buut his love language I feel like would be words of affirmation

-I feel like this man just adores it whenever you compliment him or just praise him in anyway

-tries to hide the fact that he likes the praise fails miserably

-He’s. So. Awkward about it. By ‘it’ I mean everything

-Awkward about talking to you when he had a crush on you, awkward about showing affection once you two got together, ect.

-But once you two progress through the relationship, he gets more comfortable with you

-You knew he was completely comfortable with you when he pulled you to sit onto his lap

-Only does stuff like this when your both alone tho

-Mostly because he can get pretty handsy when you both are close like that

-Especially if your making out

-Not a huge fan of PDA so the most he would do is a quick peck on the cheek or a hand on the small of your back

🌿 Ralph 🌿

-One word. C l i n g y

-He just loves being around you. Once he got past the fear of meeting you for the first time, he just can’t seem to leave you alone

-Of course he’ll give you your space if you ask but if you don’t make any indication you want him to leave you alone. He won’t

-When you two are in private, he’s cuddling with you, sitting you on his lap (or vice versa), kissing you

-Or just chillin beside you, enjoying each others presence

-In public I feel like the most he’ll do is hold your hand or hug you

-He gets extremely flustered doing any other couple-y stuff in front of people

-Loooooves gifting you all types of plants

-And loves making flower bouquets for you whenever he gets the chance

-And if you get him a plant of some sort? He looks like he might explode from excitement

-He may have one of his outbursts every now and then but he always apologizes afterwards

-It’s really sweet seeing him try to get better at controlling his outbursts because he knows how they upset you

#detroit: become human #dbh markus #dbh connor #dbh ralph #hank anderson #dbh markus x reader #dbh connor x reader #dbh ralph x reader #hank anderson x reader #dbh headcanons #dbh fanfic #markus x reader #connor x reader #ralph x reader

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paleepeaches · 6 months

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Dom Connor x afab!reader (smut)

Warnings: foul language, rough sex, creampie (this is literally my first smut so) 18+ fuckers

“Please, Y/N, please, I’ve been a good boy.”

You laughed mockingly down at him, continuing your assault. “Connor, being a good boy means having patience. Just look at you.” Your hand tilted his chin upwards, and his brown, warm eyes met yours. They were blown and filled with need.

“We’re just getting started, and you’re already begging for me to fuck you.” As soon as the words flew out of your mouth, something switched inside Connor. Perhaps it was some sort of secret code, you said, but it caused his eyes to lower into an almost primal stare. He growled hungrily, hands gripped the soft flesh of your ass, and in one swift motion, he flipped you over. You fell to the bed with a soft thump, a small gasp leaving your lips. You couldn’t believe the puppy dog android had it in him. Usually, Connor was always the one underneath you. Now, the roles were switched. His interrogation side had come out to play.

He took hold of himself, adjusting the position and moving his swollen leaking tip closer to your clit. You gasped loudly as soon as you felt him. Your hands gripped the bicep of his arm, nails digging into his shirt and faux skin. You whined and withered below him as he rubbed slow, delicious circles over your sensitive nub. You could feel his sticky wet pre cum coat your folds, making a lewd mess.

His head lowered to your ear, his breath fanning over it and causing goosebumps. “Who’s begging now?” His voice was hoarse and filled with mockery. He retracted from you, showing that lopsided grin off to you. He was taking enjoyment in watching you whine and beg. It was an unusual but pleasurable sight for him that made his LED spin yellow.

“Please, Connor, I need you.” Your voice was small and breathless.

He chuckled darkly and smoothed your hair out with one hand. “I’m gonna need more than that, Y/N.”

You knew the detective in him wouldn’t be satisfied with a lazy half-confession. He wanted you to spill out how much you craved his touch. He wanted to hear the soft pants and whimpers laced with your words as you told him how much you wanted him to fuck you. It was a new experience for you but one you took with a sense of thrill. You bent for him and opened your mouth again, begging, “Please, Connor, I need your coc-” You were cut off by him slipping his mushroom tip past your folds and into your achingly tight cunt. You moaned, clawing at his bicep again.

“You can do better than that. Come on, I know you can use that pretty little mouth of yours.” He stared you down with a stern gaze. He wasn’t satisfied with your soft, small voice. You knew he wanted more for you to be practically crying out for him.

“Come on, baby, tell me what you want.” Connor slowly inched his tip back out, and your cunt let it go with a wet squelching noise. You whined, feeling the loss of him inside you. He knew how to make you break, bend and beg. His job was to get confessions, and he always accomplished his mission.

“Please, Connor! Please fuck me. I’ll be a good girl for you!” You cried out, clawing needily at his arm, the one gripping his cock.

He smirked down at you, enjoying your confession. He was satisfied enough and slammed himself into you. You moaned out, back arching and cunt clamping down on him. He groaned, panting as he felt you struggle to adjust to him. “Fuck, you’re always so tight, baby.”

Bucking your hips up, you struggled to fuck yourself up on his cock. His hand gripped your waist, pushing your hips down and pinning them on the bed below you. “We just started, and you’re already begging for my cock.” He echoed your words, teasing you. He didn’t let you respond and rammed himself into you, fucking your poor sopping cunt. You bit your lip, trying to suppress the loud moans escaping your throat. He noticed the lack of noise quickly, his LED spinning red. His hand gripped your face while his thumb pushed past your lips, invading your mouth. Pressing his thumb on your tongue, he urged you to moan. “Don’t do that. I wanna hear those pretty little noises.”

You obeyed him simply feeling like you’d do anything for him-not that it wasn't the truth. You let yourself go, crying while he plunged himself balls deep into you. His tip kissed your cervix and caused you to wiggle under him, spreading your legs further apart so he could fuck you deeper. “You like that?” He cooed at you. You nodded vigorously, wanting to cry for him to hit it again.

He groaned again, hitting your cervix once more. “Fuck.” The more he snapped his hips into yours, the more wet you got. He could feel your arousal spill out of you, coating his cock and bathing his heavy ballsack. You could feel the thick bundle of nerves inside of you coming undone. Connor could tell you were close by the way your pussy clenched tighter around him, desperately sucking him in. “This greedy little cunt wants to cum?’ He questioned you darkly.

“Please, please, I wanna cum.” You gasped out, panting from the extreme overdoes of pleasure he was providing you.

Connor wasted no time and pinned your arms above your head; his other hand slipped under you, gripping your ass cheek. He was ramming inside of you, causing your whole body to jolt violently. Your eyes rolled back, and cries escaped you that you weren’t even aware of. All you felt was his delicious tip bumping repeatedly into your cervix. Whimpers spill from your mouth, and your cunt contracts, clenching down on him as you cum.

“Shit!” He growls as he feels your warm arousal coat him, soaking his cock. All he needed was to feel the unbearable sensation of your cunt milking him to cum. Hot spurts of his seed pant your insides as he pants heavily. He thrusts sloppily into you a few more times, making sure not a single drop of his cum was wasted. He pulls out and watches his cum pour out of you, stuffing his finger and pushing it back in.

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urlonelystarrr · 9 months

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ultraviolence | part two

rk800 'connor' x reader x rk900 'nines'

GENRE → angst, romance & smut

SYNOPSIS → your feelings for connor grew as the android revolution went on, though a new partner makes you question your feelings.

TAGS/WARNINGS → 18+ descriptions of corpses, blood, violence, homicide, child abuse/neglect, creampie, dirty talking, overstimulation, choking, oral(male & female giving/receiving)

CHAPTERS → PART ONE / PART TWO

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after working in the DPD for so long, you never could get used to the sound of your alarm blaring at 5:00 am. by the time you arrived at your desk, your limbs were already aching for the warmth and comfort of your bed - the type of tiredness that could only be satiated by a full night's rest (which you didn't get most nights).

to add onto the poor sleep schedule you had, the past few weeks had been filled with an unnecessary amount of paper work, and most of your time was spent sitting in front of the terminal at your desk. in order to pass the time, you'd make frequent stops to connor's desk, only to be yelled at by hank to get back to work. or you would attempt at small talk with nines, to which he always responded with narrowed eyes and a stern look. it was clear he wasn't fond of small talk so early in the morning.

this morning was no different than the last, as you sat at your desk, bored out of your mind. the day had just begun, and the steaming cup of coffee on your desk still wasn't able to replace the extra hours of sleep that you had missed. as if a silent prayer had been answered, you swiveled your chair around to see connor's lovely face, greeting you with a good morning. "good morning detective, you seem to be in a good mood today," he gave a small smile. "all thanks to you," you smile, not noticing the grey eyes across your desk watching the two of you. connor stayed silent for a moment as his LED pulsed amber, and you followed his line of vision to see nines doing the same. "i've sent the case file to rk900, i've just got a report of a double homicide and a suicide," he briefed. "what an amazing way to start my morning," you replied, sarcasm laced in your tone.

"lieutenant anderson is currently supervising an academy student, and since i'm not authorized to investigate crime scenes on my own, i will accompany you today." connor said, hands clasped behind his back as he looked down at you. nines stood from his seat, making his way over to join connor. you took a sip of your coffee before standing up to join the pair, grabbing your keys and heading to the lot.

"what do we know about the homicide?" you asked nobody in particular. unfortunately you had to sit in the backseat of your own car, as nines insisted on driving and connor took the passenger seat before you could. "a mother had murdered her own two children before taking her life. an hk200 reported that he was a witness and is currently at the station giving a written statement," connor turned around to look at you, before turning back around to face the road. "and this happened how long ago?" you asked.

"around 20 minutes ago," nines suddenly spoke, despite being quiet the entire ride. "did the android mention that she had a husband?" nines looked in the rearview mirror to make eye contact with you before replying, "no, however legal documents show that she is married." he pulled into a vacant area near the house crowded by bystanders, police and news reporters. the three of you passed the digitalized 'POLICE LINE DO NOT CROSS' tapes, ignoring people's questions about what had happened. as you entered the home, the three of you split up. as stated in the report, the crime took place in three different areas; the kitchen, the bathroom upstairs, and the last in the children's shared bedroom.

you headed over to the kitchen, where the wife laid motionless at the table, a gunshot wound lodged in the back of her head. part of her brain matter was exposed, and the surrounding area had been decorated in brains and blood. it was a gruesome sight to say the least, but you suspected that it was a little odd position for a suicide. connor stood next to you, moving in front of the corpse and analyzing her body. connor's on sight forensic analysis proved to be quite effective as it saved a lot time, compared to waiting for forensic reports after you had analyzed the scene. his brow furrowed slightly, as he looked at you (not without sampling the blood of course). the weapon - a glock G19, was located next to her hand, along with a glass of wine.

"that's unusual. the exit wound isn't on the back of the head, instead it's in the front. it's a strange way to shoot yourself," connor examined, turning to you for your opinion. "i don't think this was a suicide. i think it might've been a homicide, but we can't say for sure," you replied to his analysis, before leaving to join nines upstairs. connor watched your retreating figure, before reconstructing a possible scenario.

as you walked up the creaking stairs, you took notice of the door that was slightly ajar in the distance. as you neared it, you realized it was the bathroom. you pushed the door open with a foot, immediately noticing the bloodied corpse of one of the children in the bathtub. the water had been drained, leaving the body in a pool of her own blood. the victim suffered three gunshot wounds, one in her chest, one in her right side and the last one in her forehead.

it was sickening to see, but the more you looked the more things you found. the gunshot wounds weren't the only injuries she had, as there were welts scattered across her legs, and faint burn marks on her wrist. the welts could have come from a belt. the sight immediately reminded you of the hk400, the first case you ever worked on involving an android. a bubble of disgust and guilt boiled in the deep pits of your stomach, but you swallowed it and stood up, only to be startled by connor's unannounced appearance. "jesus, you scared me!" you sighed. "i didn't intend to startle you, detective," connor said reassuringly, with his hand on the small of your back. you ignored the comforting feeling of his hand on your back, and moved to the final room, leaving connor to analyze the second corpse.

nines crouched next to the young boy, who didn't look older than the age of eight. he took a sample of his blood, analyzing his DNA like his predecessor. like his sister, he was shot. but forensic analysis suggested he was strangled before. judging by the purplish hue on his neck, it was evident that he'd been choked. "i reconstructed a possible scenario. it seems that the perpetrator came in through the door, and then proceeded to choke the victim before shooting him four times," nines explained, looking at you as you stared at the bloodied corpse on the floor. the carpet had been stained red, along with a stick figure drawing of the boy and his family. a few crayons surrounding the picture had suffered the same fate as the drawing - stained red and broken.

you noticed that he suffered the same marks, which were obvious indicators of abuse. nines and connor had seen it too, the bruises, the burn marks and the welts. "I think the mother might have been abusing her children. maybe she felt guilty after doing this and decided to take her life," your brows furrowed as you examined the room further, noticing the lack of clothes and toys.

"It's likely, as her fingerprints match the ones on the gun." nines said. connor chimed in, adding to nines' analysis. "however, the exit wound on her forehead indicates that she couldn't have shot herself. if she killed her two children, then who killed her?" your brows only furrowed in confusion as you tried to piece together what had happened. judging from their analysis, she couldn't have ended her life. if the hk200 was a witness, then he was lying, because the mothers death wasn't adding up. the husband was also nowhere to be seen, and the gun she used was registered in his name. there was only one way to make sense of this mess, as it had spiraled into something beyond what the files insinuated.

"hello, my name is detective l/n. what's your name, honey?" connor and nines watched in the observation room as you questioned the hk200. "my name is michael," he replied, fiddling with his hands in his lap. connor's brow arched slightly from the pet name, an unknown feeling erupting in him that could only be described as jealousy. "thank you for being cooperative, i understand you've already given a written statement but we'd like to ask you a few questions." you opened the case file, revealing the images taken of the bodies. he avoided looking at the pictures, and looked at you or around the room. the room was designed to be plain and bland, in order to keep the person under questioning focused and not distracted. this allows for them to rely on the detective for any type of distraction.

"what did you do today, michael?" you started off with easy questions to gain rapport, as answering easier questions would put him at ease and he would be more likely to give you more information. you could always scare them into a confession, but that would only escalate the situation and end in a possible destruction. "i did my usual list of chores," he replied. you nodded, "does this include cooking meals?"

"yes," he confirmed. "can you tell me what their mother does? does she help out, or does she rely on you for taking care of the children?" you noticed as he began to shift in his seat at the mention of her. "she left taking care of the children to me, and she'd spend most days drinking." you nodded, "did you have a good relationship with the children?" he took a little longer to respond, his eyes glossy with a type of pain you'd seen before. a look you wished to never see again. but then again this wasn't about you. "yeah, we did a lot together. drawing, playing games, normal things." he sounded hurt, like he was genuinely affected. you felt for him, reaching across the table to offer a comforting hand to him. he put his hand on top of yours, relaxing a little as he calmed down from your touch.

"was she married?" you had asked, despite knowing the answer. it was a simple test to see if he was lying or not. "yes. her husband would come home late and leave early in the morning, so she wouldn't spend much time with him," he explained. upon hearing this, connor did a quick search and was able to find his workplace. it was possible that the husband had left before the crime happened, and would come home to horrible news. "what time does he leave for work?" you asked, and the android replied rather quickly. "he leaves at 7:00am." by the time you arrived on scene, it had been 9:27am, and if it happened around twenty minutes before you arrived, then the husband would have been long gone, meaning the crime would take place around 9:07am.

you pushed a few images of the injuries on the children, waiting for him to look at them. "since you took care of the children, you probably have noticed these marks on them. do you know who caused them?" he visibly stiffened, eyes trained on the images of the marks and bruises. he then stared at his lap, remaining silent. but the look of guilt on his face was becoming more apparent. "i know you cared about those kids. you looked after them everyday. i can see the pain in your face." his brows started to furrow, before he slammed his fists on the table, startling you slightly. nines and connor were quickly alerted by this behavior, bodies tense and ready for anything to happen. "you don't know anything!" he yelled. "i don't, so tell me the truth," you pressed. he stayed silent again, before admitting it.

"it was the mother. she did it," he confessed. "she'd beat them almost every night. one time i tried to stop her but she said she'd return me to cyberlife if i stepped any further."

"then who killed her?" leaning into the table, you watched as he averted your gaze, "she committed suicide." it was evident he cared for those children, and seeing their abuse would become something he couldn't tolerate any longer. it started to make sense, when you placed him in the same position of the perpetrator from connor's reconstruction, it all made sense. she had downed glasses of wine after murdering her children, michael finally had enough, his heart broken over the deceased children - and so he grabbed her gun, and shot her in the back of the head before placing the gun so it looked like she committed suicide.

it seems that he started to realize that you knew what happened - what he did. "we both know that's not what happened." you stated firmly. he quickly shot up from his seat, lunging across the table to knock you to the ground. your chair tipped back, causing you to fall on your back. he was quick to get on top of you, his hands immediately wrapping themselves around your throat, and his skin peeled back to reveal the white plastic underneath. you kicked, and tried to wriggle out of his grip, but he was too strong. your throat burned as his digits dug into your tender skin, his fingers right above your pulse point. it throbbed wildy underneath his fingertips, only encouraging him to keep his silence.

connor was quickly on top of him, a hand pinning him to the table while michael's hands tried to fight the deadly grip of the rk800. nines quickly pulled you out of the room, and as much as he wanted to deal with the hk200, he knew connor could handle it.

connor didn't say a word, and it terrified the android underneath his palm. he could only stare into the hot rage above him, warnings popping up in his screen warning him of a shutdown. connor had torn out his thirium pump, the tips of his fingers holding onto the pump in his hand. hot blue blood splattered over his fingers and clothing, though that was the least of his worries.

"you're going to talk," connor suddenly said. "you have approximately 120 seconds before you shut down. i suggest that you tell me the truth, otherwise it won't be the other officers you have to worry about. it'll be me." he leaned into his ear, before putting his thirium pump back into place. his forearm pushed him down into the table, preventing him from moving. "i won't tell you." michael sneered. connor said nothing, and immediately grabbed his arm to probe his memory. michael grunted, the sensation feeling like a burn throughout his body as connor searched his memories. that was all the confirmation that he needed.

michael was escorted out, and you found yourself in the bathroom again, splashing cold water onto your face. after all that happened today, you felt like you didn't solve anything. the husband would come home to his entire family gone, and you felt like you couldn't save anyone. this feeling of shame and guilt, you felt partly responsible. it brought you back to the painful memories of the last case, but this time you had connor and nines.

"you should go to a hospital," nines suggested. both of the androids had scanned you again and again, all to make sure that you were alright. "i'm okay nines," you reassured your partner. "nines?" connor joined in, his head turned to look at his replica. "yes, that is the name that was given to me from the detective." nines replied, his eyes locked onto his predecessor. connor ignored nines, and asked if you were really alright. his fingers itched to touch the bruises forming around your neck, but he pushed away the thought and focused on your well-being. "you both don't need to worry. i've been doing this for years," you replied cooly.

fowler had come up to the three of you, his intense gaze locked on you. "you should head home, l/n. we seriously cannot have you getting injured on the job again," he said sternly. connor was about to retaliate, but nines placed his arm in front of him to stop him. they made brief eye contact, communicating silently.

'don't make it worse for her,' nines said. connor ignored him, his eyes locked on yours as captain fowler scolded you while also making sure you're okay. you sighed once he left, running a hand through your hair. "i guess i'll be getting home then," you said to both the androids, noticing that connor looked worried. "let me drive you home, i feel partly responsible for your injury," he said, his hand on the small of your back again. you smiled, trying to mask the way your body responded to his touches. though, you had forgotten that connor wasn't the only one who could read your body, nines could too. his LED circled amber as he scanned you, taking note of how your temperature raised whenever he or connor was around. he bid you goodbye, and watched as you left with connor for the night.

the car ride wasn't awkward at all. one thing that separated connor from nines was the fact that connor spent more time around humans, and he knew how to make conversation easier. the sound of the car engine and rain pattering against the roof put you at ease. detroit could be pretty at night, especially when it was raining like this. "i saw you take care of that android, you can be scary," you laughed. he gave a small smile in response to your laughter, "i didn't mean for you to see that. i apologize if-"

"i'm only teasing you," you nudged his arm with a grin, "it was kind of hot." he cocked a brow, his social relations program helping him differentiate the two meanings of the word. "hot? i don't think cyberlife intended for it to come off that way.." you laughed, missing these conversations with the android. if only hank could supervise academy students forever, and you could have both rk units to yourself. "i'm worried for you detective, it seems that you're putting yourself at risk with these cases. you should be more careful," he looked over at you, his eyes flickering to your injury before returning back to the road. you eyed him as he drove, fighting the smile the threatened to crawl up your face at his concern for your well-being. "thank you connor, but that's kind of my job. i knew what i was getting into when i was training to become a cop. i know the risks, but for you i'll be more careful." it was strange for him, for him to smile without making the conscious effort to do so, for his body to do things that weren't premeditated and forced.

the more you looked at him from your peripheral, the more you saw the differences between him and nines. you never would compare them, but they were so different in personality that it was slightly humorous. sometimes when you looked into connors eyes, you couldn't help but feel like you'd give him everything. his eyes ere so soft, and the only thing you could compare it to were puppy dog eyes, the thought of it making you chuckle, causing the android look over at you. "what's funny, detective?" you shook your head, "oh nothing. i was just thinking about how hard it must be being the most attractive detective alive," you smiled. if he could blush, he definitely would. "it must be an everyday struggle for you then," he replied cheekily.

it wasn't long before he was inside of your house, awkwardly lingering at your front door while you took your shoes off. "you should stay the night, it's raining too hard for you to be going home so late." he nodded, analyzing your home. it was a modern space, decorated with matching furniture but lacking any personalized items like photos. "i'm going to change, i'll be back soon, you can hang out here,"you smiled before disappearing into a different room. he walked over to the kitchen, noticing a pet food bowl, and an orange cat purring as it rubbed it's body on his legs. he crouched down, petting the cat gently. the collar was a light pink, with the name reading 'peaches'.

you returned, only to find him very immersed with petting your cat. you smiled, crouching next to him to pet her. "she seems to like you," you said, fingers accidentally brushing against his as you pet her together. "she's nice, i like dogs and cats." you chuckled, smiling from his pure nature. he was so sweet. "androids don't sleep, do they?" you suddenly asked, after thinking about what he was going to do while you slept. "no, androids don't require things like sleeping or eating. however we do have a 'rest mode' where we temporarily shut down to reserve energy." his eyes were attentive to your exposed skin, as he was used to seeing you in long sleeved tops, and a skirt with stockings. but you were in the comfort of your home, wearing a tank top and shorts. he appreciated the view.

"that makes sense, I think I'd go insane and hallucinate after not sleeping for a couple of days," you replied, moving to the couch where he followed you. he looked cute sitting in your girly living room. his eyes flickered between you and your neck, your tank top revealing more of your neck and chest, which he tried to ignore. "it doesn't hurt if that's what you're worried about," you said, after noticing his LED turn amber a few times. he was analyzing you. "i apologize, i didn't mean to-" you cut him off by shaking your head, placing a hand on his thigh which was impossible to ignore. "that's okay, i know you're concerned. it's sweet connor, I'm thankful for you," you smiled. something fluttered within him, it was the feeling he got when he made amanda happy or accomplishing a mission, just without being literally forced to accept the woman. she was long gone, but that's what he could compare this feeling to. who knows, maybe he just liked being praised. "thank you for being understanding, detective." his thirium pump raced from the sudden contact, his skin warming from the heat of your palm. "please, call me by my name. even in the office. you're my friend," you rested your hand on his shoulder, the urge to just touch him everywhere overwhelming you. "okay, y/n." the sound of your name rolling off his tongue was something that you enjoyed too much.

his eyes were trained on the floor, a pang of guilt welling up inside him from today's events. "i still feel responsible for your injury." you sighed, "connor, it's okay. it's not your fault." your hand moved to his, and you held his hand gently. there it was, that feeling again. he wanted you to hold his hand forever. your thumb brushed over his knuckles, and he gently squeezed your fingers in response. you suddenly got shy, as your eyes avoided his and you slightly warmed from what you were going to ask. "connor?" you asked for his attention, and he'd give it to you, no questions asked. he titled his head slightly, finding it hard to focus when you were holding his hand. it was far more intimate than any other gestures you've given, besides hugs, he might've found a favorite. "what is it det- y/n?" he corrected. "can i hug you?" you smiled shyly at him. it was unusual for you to ask since you'd always just go ahead and hug him (not that he minded), but it seemed like in your personal space and a much more secluded area, you seemed to be more nervous when alone with him. "of course you can, you don't need to ask. is that why you were nervous?" he teased, and you smiled before leaning into him and wrapping your arms around his body. hugging him wasn't what you expected- it was nothing like hugging a mannequin, but it wasn't like hugging a human. he still had the warmth and the softness from his skin, but under that was plastic and metal that made his body feel more firm. almost like how you'd touch flexed muscles, his body was similar to that.

his arms were wrapped around your waist, a little more loosely than yours. he liked the way you smelled, your smell was comforting in a way. as an android, he could register smells, but he didn't experience them in the same way as humans. certain smells are tied to memories, like a home cooked meal reminding you of childhood. yet your scent made him feel a certain way that he couldn't describe, no matter how many times he tried to compute it. it was just a pleasurable feeling. you smelled good all the time, everytime you hugged him he'd smell bright crystal by versace. "i have a question, y/n." he suddenly spoke. you hummed into his shoulder, prompting him to continue. "what makes you so affectionate towards me?" you almost laughed at his question, but it made you stop and think for a second. he could feel your heart race, and he didn't know why, it was a simple question.

"because I like you." you pulled away, looking to see his reaction. "thank you, I like you too. it's a great pleasure to be working with you," he gave a soft smile, not quite understanding what you really meant. you laughed, and shook your head. "I meant I have feelings for you. and it's okay, I don't expect you to return them, but I just want you to know that I've liked you for a really long time now."

his brows furrowed slightly, now understanding what you meant. you were worried, did he like you too? it had been strange for him. to deny his feelings at first, to ignore the increased whir of his thirium pump when you were around, to distract himself from how good your touch made him feel. to try to talk to someone else because he felt the need to be around you all the time. lately he's been more accepting of these feelings, and some of the new urges he's discovered. he's never felt the urge to want to touch someone before, to see you do things that were completely inappropriate. at first, he felt shame for thinking about you that way. but when he came to accept that it was probably normal, it was easier to let loose. his silence made you worry, but he was happier than he's ever been in his entire life. his LED was showing that he was currently processing the information, and he tried to hide how happy he really was. "I have feelings for you too, and I don't think I would've ever admitted them because I was afraid of rejection," he admitted, a soft smile tugging at his pink lips.

him? connor? the deviant hunter was afraid of being rejected by you? it almost made you laugh, because the thought was so bizarre to you. "are you serious? you were afraid?" you teased him back, and he rolled his eyes at your comment. he looked at you, and then your lips. you did the same, hoping that the two of you were sharing the same thought. in an instant, his lips were on yours. it was a completely new sensation to him, since the only thing to touch his lips were his fingers when analyzing DNA, so the feeling of your plush lips against his own was very new. he liked it.

your hand found its way on the side of his neck, and you deepened the kiss by gently pushing him back onto the couch. his LED pulsed a steady blue, even if inside he felt like he was burning up. he'd never felt so hot before, the component that circled cool air into his system working twice as hard to keep him from overheating. your tongue ran across his bottom lip, and he couldn't deny that he really liked that. your tongue then pushed past his pearly whites, and he actually thought he might catch on fire if you keep pushing him like this. his hands ran up the small of your back, and he pulled you into his lap, making you pull away from the kiss momentarily - a string of saliva connecting your mouths. you pulled him back by his tie, your fingers looping around the fabric to loosen it. it started with his tie, then his jacket, and then your fingers were slowly unbuttoning his shirt. he tilted his head back, allowing you to kiss his neck and the middle of his throat, your tongue running down his adams apple.

he was experiencing pure bliss, the feeling of your tongue running against his skin almost burning him from the heat. your kisses started in between his collarbones, and then it led down his sculpted stomach. you were pleasantly surprised by his muscular physique that hid underneath his clothes. through the jacket, you couldn't see much, but now you were able to see how strong he actually was. cyberlife intended for him to be stronger, and in doing so they gave him a lean yet muscular physique in order to be faster and precise. you slowly shifted to your knees, kneeling in between his thighs. you pushed his legs apart, and rested your arms on his thighs, while your fingers played with his belt. his cock strained against his boxers and his jeans as he looked down at you. your palm pressed on his crotch, and he clenched his jaw from the sudden pressure. fuck, you were going to break him.

"shit," he hissed, feeling more of your hand pressing on him through his jeans. it was a first hearing him curse, and fuck did it turn you on. before you continued, you momentarily stopped to ask him if it was okay. he nodded, his breathing becoming heavier as you unbuckled his belt. you pulled his jeans down enough to where his boxers were exposed, and fuck you didn't expect him to be so...big. it was hard to hide your surprise at his size, and you finally knew why he was always in a good mood. he smirked, his head tilting while his hand ran through your hair. you pulled his cock out gently, kissing his tip before wetting the length with your tongue. you made direct eye contact with him while you ran your tongue up the length of his cock. he nearly came just from the sight.

"you're so pretty," you complimented, before taking him in your mouth. the artificial muscles in his thighs clenched from the heat and wetness from your mouth, and he didn't know if he could handle being inside you if your mouth felt this heavenly. he let out soft grunts, making you clench your thighs together. you spit on his pink tip, before swirling your tongue around the head of his cock, your hands working up his length. you took him in your mouth again, your eyes tearing up from his tip hitting your throat as he gently thrusted into your mouth. his breathing became heavier, grunting while his head tipped back. you were surprised to feel his fingers gripping your hair, before you realized that he was holding you in place. he grunted one last time, before cumming into your mouth. unlike humans, his cum didn't have a certain taste as it was artificial, yet there was still something delicious about it, and you practically licked your lips clean.

your knees ached from being on the floor, and you were surprised yet again when he kissed you again, this time more hungry. you kissed back with the same amount of hunger, your lust never ending for the android that was above you. you laid on your couch, watching as he placed his hands on either side of your head. it was his turn to be in-between your thighs, and you whimpered feeling his cock press against the outline of your shorts. "i want you just as bad as you want me," he muttered into the crook of your neck, his lips kissing at your jaw and neck. unfortunately you couldn't bruise android skin, but he could bruise yours easily. his tongue licked at your skin, and he began to suck to leave a hickey. your hands traced the muscles on his back, your palms running up and down the smooth skin. "yeah? prove it," you challenged, watching as he nearly tore your shorts off, leaving you feeling exposed.

he was a little overwhelmed by so many urges at once, the urge to break you and leave you begging for him, or to fuck you until you cry. your back arched as he started to kiss your exposed cleavage, sitting up on his knees to squeeze your boobs. he'd be lying if he said he hadn't thought about doing this before. you moaned, watching as he lifted up your tank top and discarded it to the side. he kissed your chest, and you arched your back enough for him to remove your bra. he looked down at you, admiring how pretty you are. "you're prettier," he replied to the comment you made earlier, leaning down to squeeze and play with your boobs. he pushed your hips down from moving up into his, his palms holding you down easily. he decided to do the same, and pressed a thumb against your clothed pussy. you whimpered as he moved his thumb in slow circles, applying the right amount of pressure for you to be arching your back.

"my mouth isn't just for sampling dna, you know," he uttered lowly, his lips pressing against your pussy. you felt so hot, your skin burned from every touch. his hands gripped at your thighs, before moving one of his hands to tear your panties off. he didn't know if he could hold himself back, but for your sake he tried. "oh fuck," you whimpered as he ran a tongue up your slit, brown eyes peering up at you for your reaction. your brows twisted in pleasure, as his tongue began to work magic on you. the tip of his tongue swirled deliciously around your clit, before his lips sealed around you. it didn't take you long until you came on his tongue, his middle and ring finger buried deep into you while his mouth lapped at your clit. your abs clenched, your back arching and your toes curling as you unleash yourself on his mouth.

the moans that spill past your mouth are filthy, filling up the room along with the smell of sex. his fingers shove themselves into your mouth, and you're forced to taste yourself while you look up at the android above you. he looked so hot, his lips were slightly parted and shiny from being in between your thighs. his hair was slightly messy from you tugging on it, which he didn't mind. how his hair looked was the last thing he was thinking about. all he was thinking about was fucking you until you couldn't take it anymore. you lovingly suck on his fingers until his fingers are stripped of your taste, your tongue grazes his knuckles as he pulls them out from your mouth.

"is this your first time?" you asked, your fingers tracing his jaw and running down his chest. "yeah," his short response made you grin, and you pushed him back into the couch, immediately crawling onto his lap. his dick rests against his stomach, and you guide it back to your slit, hovering over him slightly in order to put it in. he looks down at your hand wrapped around his dick, capturing all of this and storing it into a special area that could only be accessed by him. he was definitely going to look at this later. you slowly sink onto his cock, the both of you grunting from the pressure. he seems to be in pure bliss, his head tilting back, his pretty pink lips parted and brows furrowed. if you could take a picture, you would. you gently rock against him, moving your hips slowly in order to not overwhelm him. your hands rest against his chest, and his hands grip onto your hips as you ride him slowly. you lean down and kiss his neck, adding onto the pleasure he was feeling right now. soft gasps and groans slipped out from his mouth uncontrollably, as he started to lose himself in the feeling of you clenched around him. you started to move faster, a pace that only brought the two of you closer to your end. your pussy wrapped around him deliciously, your wetness dripping down and spilling onto his thighs. he wasn't going to let you have all of the control, though.

it might have been his first time, but he sure knew how to fuck like he'd been doing it for years. he suddenly picked you up, with his cock still inside, and pressed you up against the nearest wall. you gasped, legs and arms wrapping around him in fear of being dropped. "don't worry, I'm not gonna drop you," he murmured against your neck, his strong arms holding you up with ease as he started to pound into you. your head titled back as you pushed your hips into him, his inhuman stamina keeping you up in the air, while miraculously being able to hit the spot that made you nearly scream.

"c'mon, take it, i know you can" he encouraged, his cock hitting that spot that made your toes curl. "cum on this dick, i know you want to," he continued, his voice low and demanding as he leaned next to your ear. it was different from how he spoke at the office, with professionalism and respect. but right now, he was fucking you like he had no respect for you, like he hated you. his pace was brutal, filling your pussy up until you couldn't take it. his cock rested heavy inside you, stretching your pussy out in the best way possible. his hand held you by the throat, while his body supported the weight of yours. "oh my god, fuck," you whimpered, your pussy clenching around his cock before you came all over him. he grunted, gasping as his cum poured into you, combining into a mess on your thighs and his own. he thrusted into you a few more times, enjoying the whimpers that slipped past your lips, the way you begged him to stop, the sound of your voice telling him that it was too much. he pulled out gently, cock dragging against the warm walls of your pussy. a new feeling overcame him as he watched his artificial cum drip out your pussy. you returned to your feet, nearly dropping a whole head as he'd been holding you up at eye length. you truly didn't understand how he was able to do so much. goddamn.

"i have no idea how you're able to hold me up like that," you took a second to control your breathing. he smirked, "my stamina and strength were designed to help catch deviants, though I'd say that I prefer fucking you over the mission." you softly gasped, hitting his arm playfully. "I've never heard you curse before," you giggle, doing a little walk of shame to retrieve your clothing. he mimicked your movements, putting his boxers and pants on first, while you lazily threw on your tank top and panties. you stopped him before he could put on his dress shirt. "I don't usually curse when I'm at work, as it's not professional, but we're not at the police department, are we?" he cocked his head, watching curiously as you put on his grey jacket over his bare upper body. "no, we are not," you smile, stepping back to admire your work. "what is the point of wearing a jacket if I'm not wearing anything underneath?" he questioned, watching as you eyed his body. "it's hot," you comment, dragging a hand down his bare stomach, your fingers tracing over his abs. "i look like i work at the eden club," he replied, not very fond of this look. you giggled, pulling him into you for another kiss.

it might have been the first time in a while that you've felt like you were doing something right. whatever you felt with connor, it felt right. he felt the same as you, he felt like having you in his life was something he wouldn't be able to let go. the two of you stayed like this, not putting a label on things yet, and being content with the things way are. you were happy, and so was connor.

though you couldn't deny the slight feelings of desire that you had for his counterpart. you felt guilty for having thoughts about nines. he was your partner. you felt selfish for wanting them both, and you didn't want to have to make a choice with who you wanted to be with, because that wasn't fair. you weren't saying that nines would even have feelings for you, but the mere thought was just enough to make you consider all the possibilities. what you didn't know, was that connor was well aware of the feelings you might have for nines, as well as him. he noticed the looks you gave, the thrum of your heart if he came too close. he didn't know why, but he didn't mind. he didn't mind seeing you look at nines like that, probably because they had the same face. but also because he wanted nines to enjoy you too. he could tell that nines was having the same thoughts, and if only you knew what was going on in his head. the thought of you being used by both of them was exciting. you don't know what's in store, but you know what you're here for.

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