#simon900

[archadianskies]

Writing round-up

Fandom: Pacific Rim

The Bear and the Maiden Fair ; Words: 2,080 Ch: 1/1

Unable to speak due to a genetic defect, Aleksis Kaidanovsky finds his voice, and all that he never knew he longed for, through the Soviet Jaeger Program. Here, on the brink of the apocalypse, he finds the place where he truly belongs.

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Fandom: Detroit: Become Human

Sense and Sensitivity ; Words: 119,416 Ch: 25/25 (part of [the heat that drives the light] series)

The PL600, once hailed as the most advanced CyberLife domestic android, is now considered obsolete; too empathetic, too fragile, too slow, too sensitive. Simon knows he's broken in more ways than one, and the sharp cold Michigan nights do nothing but aggravate his already struggling temperature regulators. Luckily for him, the warm Manfred Manor has plenty of space for another guest.

Meanwhile with the imminent return of Detroit's residents to a city filled with deviants, a meeting called by the President on the horizon, and CyberLife's reputation in tatters, the decision to deploy the RK900 is made. They need to prove deviants are dangerous, and a plan is hatched to give the RK900 an ability to counteract its RK predecessors.

I know your Soul I'll be your Home ; Words: 37,020 Ch: 8/8 (part of the [keeping your head up] series)

Crafted for tundra warfare and slated for testing with Captain Allen's SWAT team, the RK900 is stolen from CyberLife before it can be deployed on its set path. Instead of the DPD, the RK900 becomes the prized fighter for an illegal cage fighting ring that pits androids against androids in death matches livestreamed for a fee.

When finally rescued by Lieutenant Hank Anderson and Detective Connor RK800, the RK900 finds itself thrown into the real world. All he's ever known is violence and blood, but he finds kindness and patience in the form of one PL600 named Simon.

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Fandom: Arcane

stay your pretty eyes on course ; Words: 7,735 Ch: 1/1

The anomaly writhes and the Arcane seizes, breathing, breaking; Viktor and Jayce are scattered across all of time and space, fated to chase each other, find each other, love each other.

It is more than what Viktor thinks he deserves, and it is everything Jayce promised.

two years of ink and flowers ; Words: 73,320 Ch: 8/8

Scattered across all of time and space, Jayce Talis finds himself running a renowned flower shop with his mother. Across the road is The Machine Herald, a tattoo parlour run by a Zaunite artist named Viktor.

This Viktor doesn't know him too well, doesn't love him, and so Jayce takes it upon himself to woo him through the unspoken language of flowers.

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Fandom: misc list

[namirkontyr]

Pet the cat correctly, Connor

[frankedz]

"Depths"

For @connor-sent-by-cyberlife's prompt challenge, The Deep Dark Blue

Day 3: Merfolk

Inspired by the lovely fic "From the depths" by Indig0

[gauzyfruitcake]

Nines' attempt to propose to Simon has unexpected results, and only one android can help.

Inspired by LAG by Frankedz.        

For the DBH Seven Kisses prompt challenge: A kiss to remember.

@connor-sent-by-cyberlife

[kokoneakita]

I can finally post this, yay!! ✨

Something I drew for Detroit in Love ZINE some time ago, Im so happy I could participate in this amazing project with so many talented artists 🥺👉👈

[cryptid-jack]

(Full Naughty version over on Pillowfort)

Wound up rambling about sexy Simon/900 headcanons on discord and ended up making some art. Simon is a very attentive, tender top to Nines' thirsty as hell bottom, you can't change my mind.

[ixhadbadxdays]

Ch: 16/?

Rating: Teen+

Relationships: Conkus and Simon900

Warnings: Mentions of bodily fluids and hoping someone puts them out of their misery. Perceived hallucinations.

So this chapter is a bit weird I guess? BUT HEY LOOK SIMON AND NINES ARE BACK TOGETHER.

Finally.

[sharysisnhmoonshadow]

N, T, V

N- Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice). Ooooh. So many things!! First! A lot of rare pairs that I would love to see get more attention (and therefore content!) Connor/Simon, Simon900 (I blame you and I love you for it at the same time), and Conniel (Connor/Daniel). I just think our favorite PL600s deserve better, and I constantly crave fics and art where they get to find some sort of happiness. Second! More time travel fics! I’m following a few rn but I’m weak and I’m always wanting more (I always enjoy soulmate AUs and time travel fics and this goes for every fandom I’ve ever dipped my foot in!) And Finally! More AUs where Cole is alive! I’m an equal opportunist dad!Hank and Hankcon (even though I only write one I enjoy reading both) and any and all positive interaction between Cole and Connor is simply the best! “Big” brother Connor is amazing and I have read some truly spectacular parent!Connor fics that have melted my heart in the best way.

T- Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending? In the Machine!Connor path RK900 deviates after witnessing his predecessor’s dismissal. FIGHT ME.

V- Which character do you relate to most? Chris Miller of all people. Friendly, just trying to do his job, and willing to learn and change his perspective with personal experiences. I’m just doing what I can with what I got and I’m always learning something new about myself and my perceptions.

[rk-one-thousand]

im so excited that simon900 is rising

[ao3feed-rk1700]

Detroit: Become Spooky

by Momma_Time

The October prompt calenders are out and you can bet your sweet buns I'm gonna have some fun with this. lol The chapter titles indicate the theme.

Words: 15207, Chapters: 9/31, Language: English

Series: Part 11 of Detroit: Become Fannon

Fandoms: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game) RPF, Detroit: Become Human (Video Game)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Upgraded Connor | RK900, Hank Anderson, Gavin Reed, Amanda (Detroit: Become Human), CyberLife Tower Connor | RK800-60, Alice Williams (Detroit: Become Human), Kara (Detroit: Become Human), Luther (Detroit: Become Human), Simon (Detroit: Become Human), Markus (Detroit: Become Human), Elijah Kamski, North (Detroit: Become Human), Josh (Detroit: Become Human)

Relationships: Kara/Luther (Detroit: Become Human), Upgraded Connor | RK900 & Simon, Markus/North (Detroit: Become Human), upgraded connor/Connor, Markus/Simon (Detroit: Become Human), Markus/North/Simon (Detroit: Become Human), north/simon, Hank Anderson/Connor

Additional Tags: Blood, Gore, Spooky, Halloween Prompts, no beta or editing we die at the hands of our mistakes, cyberlife connor is named calahan in this series yall, Cute, Fluff, Coffee, simon900, Alternate Universe - Human, Asphyxiation, not the good kind either yall, Vampire AU, elijah being a creep

source http://archiveofourown.org/works/16173974

[archadianskies]

croissant aux amandes

→ on Ao3

@dbhrarepairs​ Saturday Day 6: Meet the Family •  Reverse AU; Mob AU RK900/Simon

Ronan supposes he should be thankful his mother is keeping this particular meeting just between them. He’d rather be uncomfortable in private than openly humiliated though he thinks there’s a degree of humiliation regardless.

“We could do with a connection to the DPD,” Amanda swipes up on her tablet and the screen fills with a detailed profile. “Gavin Reed, former detective, freshly made Lieutenant as of two months ago. Negligible age gap, questionable morals but gets the job done. He likes cats, which is in your favour.”

“With all due respect, mother,” Ronan makes a face, “I’d rather be disowned.”

“Duly noted,” she nods, swiping a new profile onto the screen. “David Allen is your senior by thirteen years, Captain of SWAT Unit 32 and wields immense influence. His team is loyal to him, and he is known to be a kind, honorable man. He likes dogs which isn’t to your favour, though he is not against cats.”

Ronan studies the profile for a few moments- it wouldn’t be a bad match but it still didn’t feel right. “Perhaps in another life?”

“I will put Captain Allen as a ‘maybe’,” Amanda notes. “If not the DPD, then we could accept Carl Manfred’s offer.” The screen populates with a new profile, lengthier and more detailed. “Markus Manfred is an excellent candidate: no age gap, powerful family, powerful connections. Kind, thoughtful, charitable, and very well educated. Not sure where he stands about cats, but he’d be cordial about it I’m sure.”

“I find the older brother far more tolerable company,” Ronan scoffs, turning away.

“Leo?” Amanda says incredulously. “Leo Manfred has nothing to offer, that son squandered his inheritance and spent half a decade high on red ice, disgracing his family.”

“He’s gotten clean and is redeeming himself. He’d be a far better companion than his pretentious, insufferable -”

“Enough,” his mother commands, and Ronan cuts himself off. “There is of course Elijah Kamski, since he is unmarried and of similar age to his cousin Reed. We already have the Kamski connection through your brother, though.”

He tries again. “Are they the only options?”

“They are the best options we have researched,” Amanda turns the screen off. “There are female candidates as a backup but you said you prefer men so these are the male candidates. The gender is of course irrelevant; your fiance must be the one who brings the most to the table.”

“Mother,” Ronan sighs miserably, and Amanda sits beside him. She rests her hand over his, and knowing she is not an overly physically affectionate person only makes the gesture more meaningful. 

“You have submitted no candidates yourself, Ronan, these men are just the ones my team have found,” she reminds him carefully. “I want you to be happy with your choice, whether it be genuine affection, or an amicable arrangement like your brother.”

He knows it could be worse. He knows she could force an arrangement and there would be nothing he could do about it. The Stern family controls this city and it isn’t out of character for his mother to want an advantageous match now he’s turned thirty and declared no intentions to marry yet. It is a kindness, doing all this for him when he has been dragging his feet the past year, knowing this was to come. 

“I can postpone the luncheon, if you would like more time,” she says gently, squeezing his hand. 

“I’ll have an answer by then, I promise,” Ronan vows, because he does not want to disappoint her and delaying it will only prolong this particular brand of suffering. 

 *

Connor finds him under his favourite tree by the pond, and Ronan scoots over to make room on the blanket.

“That bad huh?” His older brother teases, though his smile is apologetic.

“It wasn’t...bad,” he concedes with a wince, “just awkward. And uncomfortable. She suggested Reed at the DPD.”

“Oh, yikes!” Connor laughs and Ronan manages a brief smile. His expression softens as he shifts to wrap an arm around Ronan’s shoulders. “Hey, it doesn’t have to be The One, you know? I don’t- I’m not... inclined romantically or sexually. Chloe is a wonderful friend, and I treasure her company. Our marriage provides her power and influence and security, and safety to nurture her relationship with North under the guise of a bodyguard.”

“You are...happy?” Ronan asks curiously, and Connor smiles.

“I’m very happy,” he nods. “It might not be romantic love, but there’s love in our friendship. You can have that too, brother, if you want.”

 *

It’s a lot to think about. It’s too much to think about, really, and so after too many hours of being stuck in his own head, Ronan escapes to his favourite spot in the whole city: Jericho. 

The cafe is somehow in the heart of town but so hidden it feels like stepping into an entirely different world, and he’s been escaping to its bare brick walls and cosy interior for years now. It’s owned by the Lambert twins, Daniel and Simon. Though the older twin is abrasive and curt, the younger is shy and gentle and always has time for Ronan.

“You look like you’ve had quite the day,” Simon laughs, already reaching for a mug and starting to make him coffee. “Take a seat, I saved an almond croissant for you.”

“You’re an angel, thank you,” Ronan takes the corner booth and watches as Simon goes through the familiar, well practiced motions. It’s close to closing and there’s only one other patron, so Simon decides to sit opposite him with his own mug of coffee.

“What’s got you looking like you’re carrying the whole world on your shoulders, hm?” The blond prods, and Ronan delays answering in favour of sipping the perfectly brewed mug of coffee in his hands. 

“My mother was being a little...overbearing this morning,” Ronan says hesitantly, leaving out the big details. “With the best of intentions, of course. She means well, but I still feel like I’m being slowly backed into a corner.” 

“I’m sorry to hear that, it must be difficult,” Simon frowns empathetically, earnestly, because he is a good and kind friend. Ronan thinks if he weren’t the son of a crime family, he would marry Simon. 

They would have a soft, quiet life full of love and be entirely uneventful and Ronan would manage the business side of things for the cafe so Simon would never have to worry. Maybe they could adopt a cat or two. He wouldn’t even mind a dog, honestly. He’s partial to german shepherds. 

But that’s never going to happen, and it’s with a sinking feeling Ronan realises once he marries he may have to cut ties with Simon completely as he takes on more and more of their family’s work in the criminal underworld. 

“I… am to be married,” he says no louder than a whisper but Simon hears it, Simon’s lovely blue eyes widen at those words. “Well, in the future I mean. My mother is trying to matchmake me with- with certain friends’ sons.”

“In 2038?” Simon asks in disbelief. “Your mother is trying to matchmake you in the year 2038?”

“She means well,” Ronan repeats, sighing tiredly. “She just wants me to marry ‘the one who brings the most to the table’.” He echoes her words with the same regal air and Simon laughs though not unkindly.

“Sounds intense.”

“I have a luncheon next weekend with all of our extended family and friends, and she expects me to announce an answer then.” He picks at the almond croissant, and it’s as perfect as always- buttery, flaky and fresh. The layers are light, the almond slivers paper thin, and the sweetness just right. It feels like a last supper, knowing he probably won’t be able to return. He’d never want to drag Simon into his world of blood. 

 *~*

Danny arrives in time to help him sweep and mop up. His brother is a warm, comforting presence in his peripheral, and Simon soaks it up like warmth from a blanket.

“Saw one of those supervillain black cars the Sterns use on the way here, was it Ronan again?” Danny asks as they’re putting the mops away. “You know he’s getting engaged next weekend, right?”

“How did you know that?” Simon blinks in surprise as he hangs up his apron.

“Leo told me,” Danny shrugs. “The old man said he’s pushing for Markus to marry him.”

“Oh,” Simon tries not to sound so disappointed, and he’s not even sure what for- that Markus is to be married, or that Ronan is the one marrying him. 

“Yeah, I know right? Ugh, gross,” his twin makes a disgusted face. “Poor Ronan, imagine having to marry Mr Perfect and run the criminal underworld.”

“They’re a respectable family!” Simon argues, feeling a twinge of indignant anger on Ronan’s behalf. “The Sterns have transformed the educational landscape of the city- Kara was able to open a kindergarten because of their philanthropy! Imagine having that influence- I’d- I’d completely revamp child services and open shelters and proper mental health centers for abused children and adolescents. I’d make sure no one ever had to go through what we went through.”

“You sweet sweet child,” Danny snorts back a laugh, though it isn’t mocking in the least. “They’re a necessary evil for this city because the senator is an incompetent but dangerous fuckwit. Don’t get me wrong, I like them- they get things done. It’s just the thought of the Manfreds joining that circle that gives me bad indigestion.”

“Markus Manfred is- he’s an amazing man, Danny. Ronan and he would be perfectly matched,” Simon chews his lip, feeling his chest ache. “He certainly would bring the most to the table.”

“What?”

“Oh, it’s just something Ronan said,” Simon flashes an apologetic smile. “He said he has to marry ‘the one who brings the most to the table’.”

“Brings the most to the table ,” Danny repeats, stressing the start and end of the sentence. Simon looks at him, eyes wide. “You don’t think-”

“Oh I do think,” his brother’s grin falters slightly, “But only if you want to, Simon. It’s a pretty crazy idea and uh, we might mysteriously disappear only for our bodies to be found in an underpass somewhere in a couple of weeks.”

It’s a ridiculously crazy idea, Simon knows this for a fact, but it’s so crazy it might just work.

* 

The Stern estate is beautiful, even from the other side of the huge wrought-iron gates. 

“You boys must be lost,” a guard drawls, sauntering over to the driver’s side. “Best you head back down the driveway and forget you ever came this way.”

“We're catering for the luncheon you dumbass,” Danny rolls his eyes. “So best you step aside and let us through so we can set up.”

The guard falters, frowning heavily. “There’s no mention of-” he looks at the side of the delivery van, “Jericho Cafe on the guest list.”

“Because we’re not guests,” Simon tries to mimic Danny’s impatient, snappy tone. “We’re catering for the guests.”

“Hey, listen, honest mistake,” Danny shakes his head. “No harm done. Let us in and we’ll do our job and you can do yours.”

“I-I’ll run it by the boss,” the guard fumbles for his phone.

“Ask Ronan,” Simon says firmly. “He’s the one who booked us, not- not the boss.”

The stretch of time as they wait for an answer feels like an eternity, like Simon is awaiting sentencing where the outcome could very well be execution. Is he signing his own hit? Is dragging his twin into this the worst mistake of his life?

“Alright, sorry about that,” the guard apologises, pocketing his phone and waving at someone up ahead. The gates part, and Simon doesn’t know whether to feel relieved or even more fear. “Go on through, the service entrance is on the right-hand side.”

“Thanks buddy,” Danny salutes lazily before driving through the now opened gates. He’s gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles are white.

“Danny-”

“No, shut up, we’re doing this. He ran it by Ronan and Ronan okayed us to come through,” Danny exhales slowly as he brings the van to the service entrance. A couple of confused kitchen staff come out to see them. 

“Alright,” Simon swallows thickly. “We’re doing this.”

* 

They unload and designate whole delivery trays laden with baked goods to be carried by the staff. Simon leads the way, trying to will his hands not to shake as he carries the feast he and Danny spent all yesterday prepping for, and all this morning from the crack of dawn baking so it would be as fresh as fresh can be for this very moment. 

He enters the dining room and there is Amanda Stern, matriarch of the Stern family. There is Ronan Stern, handsome as can be in a sharp tailored suit, and beside him are a couple- his brother Connor Stern, given the resemblance, and a lovely blonde lady in a periwinkle blue dress.

“Simon-”

“Madam, I have come to ask for your son’s hand in marriage,” Simon commends his voice for not trembling as he sets down the tray on the long dining table. Behind him, Daniel places his tray down and soon the staff follow, more and more until the table is absolutely brimming with food. “This is what I bring to the table.”

Amanda looks at him, expression unreadable and Simon thinks oh, he’s absolutely about to be executed. “You’re the Lambert boy,” she looks him over as if taking him apart atom by atom. “That cafe in Capitol Park.” “Yes ma’am,” Simon nods, clasping his hands behind his back so she won’t see how badly he’s shaking now he isn’t holding anything. She turns her eyes to the spread on the table.

“What is Ronan’s favourite?”

“The almond croissants,” Simon answers immediately, gesturing at them. Amanda nods and he picks one up using a pair of tongs, serving it to her on one of the bread plates. He risks a glance at Ronan who still seems frozen in shock, and it’s as if everyone is waiting with baited breath as Amanda bites into the croissant. Chewing thoughtfully, she sets the plate down and looks over at him. 

“I prefer blueberry danishes, but I can see why he likes these,” she’s smiling now, an amused matronly smile. “Is he your chosen fiance, Ronan?”

“If he would have me,” Ronan replies softly, reaching for Simon’s hands. “If a life with me is what he wants.”

“Yes,” Simon smiles, “I do.”

~*~*~

{ Inspired by [this tumblr post] about the intricacies and formalities of the 'Bride Price'.}

[namirkontyr]

It's very confusing, so just enjoy it. Simon in another clothes This story is about how Nines met Simon, who was a Wing Chun master. He was already disarmed before it started

[frankedz]

I just opened an account cuz I wanted to post this fanart. Inspired by the talented writer @anomalous-appliances‘ fic series Neighboring Kingdoms, really love that series, hope you like it!! 

[gauzyfruitcake]

Simon gave his heart to Markus. Nines gave Simon a new one.

*

A Simon900 fic, now featuring Nines in a frilly apron!

Art reference (×)

@getoutofthewater

[kokoneakita]

“ They made you,” Simon says “but you are no longer theirs.” “No,” he leans down, bumping their foreheads “I am yours.”

Commission for @archadianskies, based on their amazing fic "i know your soul, i'll be your home" 

[cryptid-jack]

Series: Detroit: Become Human Rating: Gen Genre: Fluff/Romance Summary: RK900, better known as Richard Anderson in post-peaceful revolution Detroit, enjoyed his work as a Detective along side his brother Connor, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy working as a diplomat at the android embassy even more. It's what he was made for, after all. He's all the happier for the change when it inevitably brings him into contact with Simon, Markus' right hand man, and the first person outside of Richard's family to see him for who he really is. Not Connor's replacement, not CyberLife’s ultimate creation or another would-be deviant hunter, just… him. Falling in love is easy, turns out. Figuring out how to act once it happens is another thing entirely.