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”Y’know, every time you died and come back, it made me think of Cole. I’d give anything to hold him again. But humans don’t come back.”

Detroit: Become Human

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Okay, so I just discovered something...

You know how pacifist Markus (I haven’t played revolutionary yet so if its the same, I guess just Markus)  does his demonstration endgame, and the demonstration is outside the camps the androids are being destroyed in, by The Fist statue?

Do you know what other monument is in that area?

The Detroit Armenian Genocide Monument.

Google Maps it, it’s literally RIGHT THERE.

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He dreams of his lover, a mortal, a skeleton, holding him in the arms.

Blood shed from his forehead looks like blue tears. 

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                                                                         You’re lost…                                                         you’re looking for something…                                                           you’re looking for yourself.

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“For your information, I’m worth a small fortune.”

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So

The next part to the Chicken Feed won’t be coming out tonight. I fainted today for some reason and I couldn’t focus on my writing today after work cuz my bro had his friend over and they were so LOUD. Not to worry though! I will get it out soon. And this will help me do some plot outlining. Have a good day/night! :D

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{+Masterlist+}

Connor x Reader:

The Chicken Feed - Day 1: Part 1, Part 2

Hold On (Oneshot)

Floral Communication (Oneshot)

More to come! :D

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The Chicken Feed

Connor x Reader

Summary: You work at the Chicken Feed. Things ensue.

A/n: Did I say one shot earlier? Haha, welll let me tell you… this might be a series. Who knows. I also know that this scene was raining but snow works better for the plot later. Slow build. Thank you for taking the time to read! <3

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Day 1: Part 1

You knew there wasn’t many qualifications when it came to food service. But usually you had to get a some sort of certificate to handle food right? In most places, you believe. What’s funny is that Gary didn’t ask you for any of that. You didn’t have to fill anything out, it felt like an impulse decision on his part.

“I have to go down to Cincinnati so you handle the truck for the week, got it?”

You gave him a blank stare. So he really could leave you: an inexperienced employee, his beloved food truck. Just like that. For a whole week.

Gary Kayes seems like the kind of guy to do that though. You just thought that he cared a bit more about his small burger joint than this. He adjusted his cap and started to remove his apron.

“Are you sure?” you asked, obviously worried. “I’ve only worked here for three days.” Your hands began to fidget with the hem of your dirty apron. “What if I can’t get ahold of you if something goes wrong?”

“Nothin’ bad will happen; this place is kind of vacant most of the time besides the evenings.” He turned to grab his keys, making sure to gesture to the spare on the grubby, metal counter for you to use while he was gone. “Don’t forget to lock up, and if you need to call the police for any reason, ask for Hank.”

...Well that was comforting. Who was Hank, and why have a food truck in a quiet area? You would think human traffic would be the aim for a business.

The door to the truck slammed and the distant sound of snow crushing signalled that Gary just officially left you alone, with the smell of old grease and left out beef. You turned to grab the keys and added them to your blue lanyard, cursing at your fingers for not working right. The harsh chill of winter breeze always caught in the truck, resulting in slightly cold burgers and fries. And numb fingers.

You just need the paycheck Y/n, it’s just a job, you can do this. No one’s around so you don’t have to worry about “excellent customer service.” You look around the sad truck, and decided that a little bit of background noise wouldn’t hurt while you tidy.

“Television, on.” The small flat-screen flickered on and with perfect display, showed the news.

“--Russia and President Warren continue to show no sign of coming to a compromise. As we look forward to what’s coming next, Cyberlife has removed any comments about the current deviant issue occurring with androids. We hope that Cyberlife reaches out soon to ease the world’s mind about their products. The only thing we know is that more cases of dev--”

Deviants. Why would an android try to harm a child? What would make an android go against what they were made to do? A bunch of questions, and that’s how they will always end, with even more questions. You started to scrape the grill with the sound of a hockey game ensuing in the background.

You absentmindedly did what you were supposed to do: cleaned all of the grease from the grill, re-ordered low stock ingredients, took out the trash, studied the burger recipes, practice your cashier spiels.

Time was moving so slow.

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The sun was beginning to set and the evening shifted to a nice twilight. The snow stopped a while ago.

You were currently leaning against the counter, staring at the screen with half lidded eyes with your chin against your palm. You startled when you heard a car come by and silently cheered to yourself. Yes! Another customer to practice on.

You adjusted your postured and leaned to see that the previous customer was still eating. The car parked on the other side of the street. You noticed that there were police lights on the car roof. You unconsciously tensed. An older man with longer grey hair stepped out with a gruff and looked to be heading over to you, almost getting hit by an auto cab on the way. He looked slightly disheveled and flakes of snow was caught in his hair. He was tall and a little intimidating. You’ve never seen him before but he seemed familiar to you somehow. You brushed off the thought quickly.

“Hello! Welcome to Chicken Feed, what would you like today?” This was the most important part of customer service. But it looked like the man flinch from your bright greeting. Maybe you were too loud?

“..Hey” He looked you over. “Where’s Gary gone? Did he finally sell this ol’ joint?” He sounded disappointed and you wondered why.

You lifted your hands up and waved them nervously, “Ahh, no. Gary left the truck to me for a while. But I promise I will try to serve you to the best of my ability!” You said eagerly. Almost half yelling, Y/n stop yelling at your customers..

“Hmm, do you know where he went?” He looked around inside the joint.

“I-I don’t think I can tell you that, Sir.”

“Don’ worry, me and Gary go way back. I come ‘ere often, multiple times a week. It might not sound so good for my health but it’s the best burger in Detroit.” He smiled softly.

“Oh, well if that’s the case, then Gary went to Cincinnati for the week so I’m in charge of running the Chicken Feed.”

“Come to think of it, I’ve never seen you before. How long have you been working here?”

Suddenly, the previous customer chimed in, “Yeah, how long have you been working ‘ere? It’s makin’ me nervous.”

“Nice to see you again Pedro, what have you got for me? Oh yeah, “ The older customer angled his head to you, “I’ll take the the Finch Double Burger and a medium soda, that’s my usual for future reference.”

You quickly rung him up, remembering you have an actual job to do, and mentally noted his order. “Here’s your receipt, and can I have a name for when your order is ready?”

“Just ‘Hank’ is fine, thanks.”

Oh, so this was Hank. This must be the guy that Gary mentioned before. Honestly, you probably wouldn’t have realized he was a cop if it wasn’t for the lights on his car as a dead give away. He seemed friendly enough though. You proceeded to go around and make his order, all the while eavesdropping on their conversation near the order window. You couldn’t help it, they were right there!

“So, Hank, how’ve you been?”

“Oh, you know, same old shit.”

“Plastic with you?”

At that you looked over to his car across the road, and noticed that there was actually someone else sitting in there. It was an android, hinted by the blue hue it gave off from inside the car. Good thing Gary wasn’t here, he never liked them to begin with and he was very upfront with you about it during the interview.

“Only temporary…” Hank grumbled. He watched you, flipping the burger patty on the grill. The sizzling warmth was a nice contrast to the cold outside. It almost seemed unfair that you were in there, while the customers suffered out there.

You heard a car door being shut and saw the android walk across the street, mindful of the cars passing by unlike Hank before. The annoyed sigh that Hank let out was noticeable to his thoughts on the android.

“Hey, hey, hey...Hank.” Pedro huddled closer to him. “Listen, I got a shit-hot tip just for you. Number five in the third. Lickity-split. That filly’s one hell of a chaser. So what do you say...wanna flutter?”

Gambling. Should I say something? It wasn’t like this was a procedure Gary helped you with in the past 3 days he trained you. “Trained” as in throwing you into it and you learning on the fly.

Just ignore it Y/n, Hank was a cop after all.

“Last shit-hot tip you gave me set me back a week’s wages…” Hank said at normal volume, not at all hiding the fact that he and Pedro had shared this exchange in the past.

So. Hank was that kind of cop.

The android was now standing beside Hank. At a closer look while you were finishing up the grill, the android was taller than you but slightly shorter than Hank. He wore a blue and grey smooth jacket that had the signature android symbol: the blue triangle on one side of his lapel and his model number on the other side that was labeled RK800. Underneath he was wearing a black tie and white dress shirt. He also sported dark jeans and black dress shoes, so all in all it was a half casual professional look. His brown hair was combed nicely and he had a strand hanging in front. While Hank on the other hand wore a dark brown overcoat, suited with a black scarf and gloves. A warm outfit fitting for the cold. Talk about black and white.

Pedro smacked his lips together, “Aww c’mon, this is different. 100% guaranteed. You can’t go wrong.” Hank just smirked at him. As anyone knows, gambling is never guaranteed. But Pedro was still going for it, it seemed.

The android was looking around, a blank face. Looking at everything, including you. Disturbing, but less so considering most androids don’t move at all and remain still until told otherwise. This one looked like it has some sort of independent streak in him...He was still looking at you.

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“Hank’s password…”

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Currently working on another one shot for Connor and our reader! It might be out today :D

Hint: Chicken Feed

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This is amazing. It feels like Cecilia is perfectly inserted into the storyline. It's beyond perfect and I cannot wait for more! Please give @deviantconnorarmy your attention because they are one of the best writers in the fandom hands down!!

Details: Chapter 6--Cornered Animal

Characters: Cecilia Manfred, Connor, Hank Anderson, Leo Manfred

Pairing: Connor x OC

Warnings: Language (As always), and things I will tag the story with but keep hush, hush cause NO SPOILERS.  Though I will say this chapter is intense.

Word Count:  4653

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Fantasy (part 1)

Infos :

RK800 x fem!reader x RK900

words : 2,5 k

Summary :

Humans are able to feel when people fantasize about them : they can feel their touches, kisses on their skin like it was real. You always felt some in your life, but it is the first time you are suddenly overwhelmed by someone else’s fantasies - and it’s probably someone who work at the police station, just like you.

Notes : So, I wanted to make this one gender neutral, but since I want to write smut in it, it was going to be really difficult… so I decided to do fem!reader (I will write an other story with this two and it will be neutral don’t worry :)) Anyway i hope y’all will like this because I like this idea so much aaaah

PS : Like always, I call my RK900 Conner, and the regular one Connor. 

Part 1

Humans have always been able to feel each other’s fantasies - most of the time, it was just a gentle caress against an arm or the feeling of fingers on a cheek, caused by strangers in the street who were interested in you in a matter of seconds. Sometimes, humans could feel more, like a kiss, or some intimate touch, but it was more rare, because it was considered as rude to make someone feel your fantasies.

We learnt to kids and teenagers to stop their thoughts, because it wasn’t a good thing - even if it was considered as a way to find someone who can love you, the only reason it wasn’t against the law was because nobody could control this. After all, thoses Fantasies were an invasion of privacy.

In the end, people used them most of the time to see if the one they loved could feel the same - even if you can not know who it was - and to know what they like and are comfortable with about touches. Most of the time, it wasn’t even able to stop people to fantasize anyway.

Like everybody else, you already felt some Fantasies about you, but it was from strangers most of the time, and just light touches, nothing else. The last time you experimented a real kiss and intimate things was with your ex-partner, two years ago.

That is why you weren’t ready for the hands on your skin in the middle of the police station, early in the morning. You worked here for a few months now, after being reassigned to help Detroit in this android revolution, and since then you got your own daily routine before getting to work. After making yourself a coffee you headed to your desk when you felt it for the first time, frozen in the middle of the office.

There was hands on your neck, stroking the skin gently - you didn’t feel that at work since a month now - the last one who always tried to turn you on with Fantasies was Reed, and you threatened to shoot him in the head if he didn’t stop, so now you were in peace - until now, apparently.

You glanced around but nobody in the station was currently looking at you and you frowned a little - it didn’t help you guess who it was. You let out a shaking breath and headed to your desk, decided to work anyway and forget about the kind gesture. After some minutes, the feeling disappeared and you released your strained shoulders.

“Hello, (Y/n) !”

You raised your head to look at Hank, who decided to put a box of donuts in front of you. You smiled and grabbed it to find your favorite flavor, the one with sparkles on it.

“What did I do to deserve this ?” you asked with a smile.

“It’s for the help on our last case, I guess.” he answered.

You smiled again and took a bite of the treat and you added with a raised eyebrow :

“So, I noticed that you’re always here in time now.”

“Yes, I guess it help to have an android annoying the fuck out of me at home.” he mumbled.

You glanced at Connor, still at his desk and waved your hand at him with a smile. You were going to ask Hank some infos about the last case you helped them with but the feeling of strong hands grabbing your hips possessively stopped you dead in your thoughts. Your breath caught in your throat, you looked down and ignored the lieutenant to focus on yourself, trying to hide the sudden Fantasy about you. It had nothing to do with the one some minutes before, with the hands on your neck - no, this time it was way more different, and whoever was doing this to you, he did not seem to want to let you go. The invisible hands left your hips, but they decided to go lower, caressing your thighs, and a whine escaped you, your donut definitely forgotten on your desk, like your coffee.

“(Y/n), is everything ok ?” Hank asked with furrowed brows, shaking you with a hand on your shoulder.

“I’m fine.” you managed to answer.

He was about to add something but someone else decided to step in at the same time.

“(Y/n).”

You looked at the one behind Anderson and smiled weakly at the RK900, aka Conner. Cyberlife sent him right before the android revolution and he arrived the same week as you at the police station, and Fowler thought it was a good idea to put him as your partner. At the moment, you thought that it wasn’t a good idea - you were both newbies after all - but finally you both made a great team and you were happy to consider the android as your friend now - even if he was really cold sometimes, but it was his personality.

The feeling of the Fantasy started to disappear slowly so you exhaled a sigh of relief and gestured towards the chair at your side, prompting him to sit down with you.

“Hey Conner. We have so much stuff to do today, I need your help with something.”

The RK900 sat by your side and you thanked Hank again for the donut, leaving him to return to his office.

“So, there is this strange case of burglary I don’t really understand. There is no traces of break-in, and most of the things that have been stolen have no value.”

Conner put his hand on the computer and downloaded all the data about the case.

“They just stole some blue blood bags ?”

“Yeah, and the family didn’t even own an android, it was apparently old blue blood they never threw. But still… I think it is a shitty explanation… and I would like to go to their house again. You weren’t here when I started this case, maybe we will be able to find some extra infos with your help.”

“Alright. Are we going to their house now ?”

“Yeah, I’m just going to inform Fowler about this. He like to know where we are !” you chuckled.

You left Conner here and decided to go talk to the man about your idea to bring the android at the house. It took you less than two minutes and you headed to your desk to take your cop jacket. You started to put it on when the feeling on hands on your hips emerged again. With a shiver, you managed to put your jacket on and looked around, but the only one who was currently looking at you was the RK900, already waiting for you in the entrance.

The one who started to fantasize about you decided to kiss you in the crook of your neck, teeth scraping against the skin. You felt your knees goes weak and grabbed the border of your desk for support.

“What’s wrong, (Y/n) ?!” Hank asked from his desk, his voice worried.

“Nothing !” you answered almost immediately.

The ghost hands on your hips started to climb up to your chest, and you repressed a moan when you felt them starting to play with your nipples. You smiled weakly at the lieutenant and waved at him before heading to the bathroom. Luckily, nobody was here and you started to breath loudly, trying to cool your body with water on your red face. Hell, who started to fantasize this much about you, and in the middle of the day, at work ?! It was insane ! How were you supposed to work like this ?!

Focused on your breath, you finally noticed that the feeling started to disappear and the door of the bathroom made a noise at the same time.

“I saw you running to the bathroom. Is everything alright ?”

You raised you head to look at RK900 - his face was as cold as usual, but you knew him now, and you easily noticed the concern in his voice.

“Yeah, I was just… feeling a little hot suddenly but it’s ok now, don’t worry.” you smiled at him and patted his shoulder, wiping the last drops of water on your face with the sleeve of your cop jacket.

“Let’s go, we have a house to visit.”

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The burgled house was in a weathly neighborhood - with perfectly pruned trees, the most greenest lawn you ever saw, et cetera. You moved to the front door and knocked, glancing at Conner right behind you. He was always so close to you, and so much taller too.

The door opened on a woman - she was probably in her forties, blond hair perfectly styled in a elegant brushing and expensive pearls around the neck.

“Hello ma'am, I’m the detective (Y/n) (L/n). We need to make a new check up of your house to find new evidences.”

The woman looked at you with suspicion and frowned a little, her hand strangely tight on the doorframe.

“I thought you already did all of that.” she accused with a raised eyebrow.

“Sure, but my partner wasn’t with me the first time. He is an android, y'know. He will probably be able to find some things that I didn’t see at first.”

The blonde glared at Conner with a disgust she didn’t even try to hide. You were about to say something about this but she decided to let you in at the same time, opening her door. Reminding you of the house, you went in the living room, showing with a hand at the RK900 the place were the blue blood bags were stolen.

“Ya see something ?” you asked. “We tried to find fingerprints but nothing… and since it was blue blood who was stolen, we think that it is probably an android who did this.”

Conner didn’t answer at this and decided to look around instead, analyzing the place. The woman was leaning against the wall, and you got the strange feeling that she was watching you. Soon, the android noticed that the carpet under the coffee table was discolored at a corner, like we removed it often, rubbing it against the ground. The expensive wooden floor was covered of little scratches at this place, and the small furniture was probably often moved because there was other traces on the floor, the same size as the feet of the table.

Conner decided to join you, looking at the old box where the blue blood was supposed to be during the burglary. He leaned on you and whispered to your ear :

“Don’t look at it, but there is probably something under the carpet. There is traces that it was often moved. Probably on a daily basis.”

“You sure ‘bout this ? We don’t even have a mandate to investigate in this house.”

Conner frowned a little at this word and his LED flashed a bright yellow for a moment, then his cold eyes started to shine with something who looked like pride when he answered :

“Now we have one.”

You watched him in awe and smiled, bumping his shoulder with your fist in a friendly gesture. Looking back at the blonde, you took a serious tone as you asked :

“I’ve got a mandate, ma'am, and I would like to see what are you hiding under your carpet right over there. There is scratches on the wooden floor. Old basement, maybe ? It’s common in those houses.”

“There is nothing here, I just decided to change the decoration some days ago, and I probably scratched it, yes.”

You raised a brow at the lie - Conner specified that it was moved almost everyday, did she really thought it was possible to fool an android like that ?

“Conner, can you move the table and the carpet, please ?”

The android started to move but the woman decided to take a gun from behind her back at the same moment, aiming in your direction.

“Shit !” you claimed when you jumped behind one of the sofas, the sound of the shoot in your ears - a second later and you were dead.

Conner joigned you a second later and you knew the blonde was still waiting for you to look above the sofa. You breathed sharply, and right after that you decided to shoot. You felt the second bullet of the suspect brushing your cheek but yours ended in her leg and she screamed loudly, falling on the ground. You ran to her but the android was faster and kicked her gun away, starting to handcuff her.

“Fuck, never thought I was going to escape from the dead this early in the morning ! It is not even noon. I’m getting to old for this bullshit.”

Conner was too busy with the rich asshole to remember you that you were not this old, and you decided to push the coffee table and the carpet on the side, revealing a hatch. You opened it and almost vomited while sniffing the smell coming from below.

“Ah shit, I don’t like that at all. Conner, call for backup. I got the feeling that we’re going to find some shit here.”

“I already did. The lieutenant Anderson, Connor and two other officers are already on their way.”

“Uh, great.”

The android looked at you with concern and asked :

“Are you ok ?”

“Yeah, sure. She missed me, not that good with a gun.” you snorted, ignoring the mumble of anger coming from the woman.

You both waited some minutes before the four cops entered in the house, finding you, the android and the owner in the middle of the living-room, with a hatch opened on something who smelled like death.

“Seems like we have something interesting here. I wonder what she’s doing under her house.” you said, drawing their attention.

The feeling of gentle hands cupping your face caught you off guard and you froze in the middle of the living-room. Your eyes widened in confusion as you felt thumbs caressing your cheek gently, avoiding the cut caused by the bullet. This fantasy was similar to the one you got this morning on your neck, and it was definitely different than the one on your hips and thighs.

“Are you ok, (Y/n) ?” Connor asked with a concerned face.

They were a lot to ask this today, don’t they. You looked at him with suspicion and nodded - you decided to forget about the touches - a lot of work was waiting for you.

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And the first part is done ! :) You will know more about the case and the system of Fantasies in the next one ;) There will be 3 or 5 parts, I’m not sure yet :D

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@tea-with-loki never fails to impress me with her writing style. This story is personal and you can really feel that when reading. Please give it a look! (also I want to be able to do good environment descriptions like this in the future).

A Garden from a Grave

Note: This is a shameless self-insert based on events that happened today and I wrote this through tears, so there may be some mistakes.

Characters: Ralph + Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Loss of a pet, grief, death

Word Count: 1,443

Hot tears left ghosting trails as they slipped quietly down your cheeks to water the dirt beneath your knees. A warm summer breeze caressed your skin as it whispered past, the boughs of the weeping willow before you dancing softly in its embrace. From the front yard of your aunt’s house, laughter and firecrackers could be heard as your family celebrated Independence Day in the afternoon sun, and the smell of charcoal grills and cooked meat wafted through the air.

You almost declined the invitation to the Fourth of July party, unable to bear the thought of facing what awaited you in your aunt’s backyard. You knew, however, that without the closure that visiting this grave would bring, there would always be a void in your chest that you’d be unable to fill. You’d changed your mind and accepted the invitation only hours before the festivities started, and you knew your family would understand. You weren’t one for holidays.

You were coming to see her.

You hadn’t been able to bring yourself to bury her; having her put down had torn your heart in two and your emotions were raw by the time your aunt and uncle got home and were ready to dig the hole. Ralph went in your place, leaving you home to cry until your head pounded, and then returned to hold you for the rest of the night.

You regretted not going with. Seeing her buried may have provided the closure you so desperately needed to heal, but you just couldn’t do it. Independence Day rolled around, which was always held at your aunt’s house, and it seemed like the perfect opportunity to finally face the loss that you’d been trying so hard to forget about.

You thought you were ready.

You thought you’d be okay.

You were wrong.

The bare plot of dirt beneath the willow wasn’t yet decorated, as your uncle had been too busy as of late to find rocks to cover the grave with. This was some small relief, at least. You didn’t want her covered with rocks - it felt too much like a tomb, and she was always fond of open air and nature. No, you’d much rather let grass spread over the dirt than cover it in rocks.

From behind you, you could hear footsteps crunching on dry grass and gravel. You quickly sniffled and wiped your eyes. Your family kept the party to the house’s interior and the front yard, so you had hoped no one would bother you back here while you were mourning. You didn’t want whoever was behind you to see you in this state, so you kept your face hidden, opting to remain on your knees. Maybe they were just dropping something off and would leave.

The sound grew closer until it stopped right behind you and you sniffled again. There was a pause and then the sound of someone shuffling uncomfortably.

“(Y/N)?” The unmistakable softness of Ralph’s voice drifted toward you and you let another tear fall. Ralph was the only one in attendance that you were comfortable with seeing you in this state.

The android knelt down beside you when you didn’t answer. You were staring straight forward, focused on the dirt covering your beloved pet.

He let a moment of silence pass as you squeezed your eyes closed, letting more tears fall. You missed her so much.

“Ralph brought something for her…” the android said quietly. You glanced over to see that Ralph was holding two plants - two different kinds of flowers in shades of pink and purple. Her tag had been pink and her collar purple, the latter being the color you always associated her with. You were unable to contain the sob that tore past your lips and Ralph leaned in closer so that you could bury your face in his neck. He set the plants down so that he could wrap his arms around you and hold you close.

“Ralph knows that (Y/N) didn’t want to come today,” the android said softly as he brought a hand up to stroke your hair. You took in a deep, shuddering breath. “He knows that they have been trying to hide the pain. Ralph doesn’t like seeing them so hurt, no, he doesn’t. But he knows that this is good. Ralph knows that trying to hide the pain only makes it hurt more. He is glad that (Y/N) decided to come.”

You clutched Ralph close, finally releasing all of the grief that you had been holding in, allowing your sorrow to overtake you.

In this moment, you allowed yourself to mourn.

“It hasn’t even been a month,” you cried, your voice wavering and quiet.

“Ralph knows,” the android hugged you tightly. “Ralph knows…”

You stayed like this for a few minutes before finally pulling away. Ralph was quick to take your face in his hands, using his thumbs to gently brush away the tears. You leaned into his touch, trying to catch your breath.

“Will (Y/N) help Ralph plant the flowers? He doesn’t know where they want them.”

You hesitated, steeling yourself before you looked down to the plants that Ralph had brought. You didn’t fight the tears, relentless as they welled up and spilled over. You nodded.

“Ralph is glad,” the android smiled sadly. “(Y/N) has a good eye for this type of thing.

One of the plants was in a single pot and would have to be planted as one unit. The other was six plants in a divided pot that could be either planted as one or broken apart and planted as six different flowers. You wiped some of the tears from your eyes in an attempt to see better.

“The-” your voice wavered and you took in a deep breath. “The big one should go in the middle,” you mumbled, sniffling again. “And the little ones should go around it.”

Ralph nodded. “Where does (Y/N) want the big one?”

You broke again and Ralph rubbed your back as you pointed right to the middle of the dirt plot, unable to find your voice. The android got to work immediately. The soft dirt yielded to his hands as he used his fingers to dig a large hole in the middle of the grave. While he was doing this, you gently squeezed the plastic pot to release the larger plant and then upturned it in your hand so that it was free of its container. He took it from you and placed it in the hole, gingerly filling in the empty spaces with dirt. As he dug six smaller holes evenly around the first plant, you removed the remaining six from their shared pot and broke them apart, handing them to Ralph one by one as he was ready for them.

You only noticed the watering can beside the android when he had finished transplanting and picked it up, handing it to you.

“(Y/N) should water them,” he offered.

You shuffled back on your knees so as not to get them soaking wet and tipped the watering can. The water spilled from the can in a gentle shower and the dirt of the grave drank it up greedily. When the can was empty, you set it aside and sat back on your heels, admiring the beauty of the floral arrangement. Something tugged at your heartstrings as you regarded the situation and what Ralph had done for you. He knew how much you loved plants and that your beloved pet was rather fond of nature herself, so he had gone out and found the perfect flowers to plant over her resting place.

“Thank you, Ralph.” Your voice was barely a whisper, but he heard you nonetheless. Wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close, he pressed his cheek to the top of your head as you nuzzled in his neck.

“(Y/N) is most welcome. And they don’t need to worry… Ralph buried her and now he will tend to her grave. He will make sure it stays undisturbed and beautiful. Her rest will be peaceful.”

You regarded the grave one last time as Ralph helped you to your feet. She would like it, you thought. It was beautiful. The pain of losing her was still fresh, an open wound that would take time to heal, but for the first time since her death, the void in your heart didn’t feel quite so black. The sorrow wasn’t quite so sharp. She wasn’t in pain anymore, she wasn’t suffering, and she had a beautiful, peaceful resting place covered in flowers.

A garden from a grave.

Rest in Peace, Zena.

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I don’t want your heart (part 2)

Info :

Conner (RK 900) x reader

words : 2,2 k

Summary :

RK900 is way more different than his previous self, totally decided to get what he wants : you. He likes to claim that you’re his, and you find yourself unable to make him understand the opposite. 

Notes : okay it took me a lot of time to finish this, its my birthday, im sick and tired as hell someone help, I don’t have the time to correct this ahah enjoy this garbage I love y’all (also there will be more than 2 parts finally ;)) 

Part 1

Part 2

“I’m done with all the evidences, I’m going home now.” you said to Hank, still at his desk.

“No problem, see ya tomorrow.”

You waved your hand at the detective, tossed your jacket over your shoulders and you grabbed your belongings before leaving the office. It was really late, probably more than midnight, and most of the streets were no longer lit. With a frown, you decided to speed up to go to your apartment. You needed to sleep and forget about Conner and what had happened in the secure room some minutes before.

“You should be more careful at such an hour.” a voice suddenly whispered, way too close to you.

Suppressing a scream, you turned and looked at the RK900, right in front of you. He was half in the shadows, and the only thing you could see about him was the white of his jacket, his LED and two piercing blue eyes, like sharp pieces of ice, cold and…studying you.

“Holy shit, Conner ! What the hell is wrong with you ?! We don’t scare people like that in the middle of the night, dammit !”

You ran a hand over your face and you froze when he exclaimed :

“It’s not a good idea to go alone in those streets, especially since the revolution. I’m coming with you.”

You opened your mouth without knowing what to say. You thought you could be finally alone for the rest of the night, to go home and get some sleep and especially forget about the android until the next day, but apparently it was asking too much.

“I’m perfectly able to go home by myself, but thank you for the offer, I guess.”

You were going to turn around and continue your way when he added with a cold tone :

“It wasn’t a question, actually. I’m coming with you. After all, I like to take care of what belongs to me.”

You froze again and swallowed, happy that it was too dark to see the blush on your cheeks. You wanted him to understand that there was no chance for him to have you, like you were some sort of an object, but the words were stuck in your throat and you just looked back at him for a moment.

“Follow me if you want,” you started. “But if I die anyway because an asshole wanted to rape me and you couldn’t stop him, I will come back from the dead to haunt you.”

“As if a human could kill me.” Conner snorted condescendingly.

Your shook your head, unable to hide your smirk at the corner of your mouth and you decided to finally go home, trying to forget about the constant presence of the android by your side. You had to admit that it was reassuring to know he was here.

Fifteen minutes later, you were finally at your front door with keys in hand. You glanced at the android, ready to thank him before going inside, but he spoke first :

“You should hurry, you need as much sleep as you can get.”

“Uuuuh yeah… thank you for taking me home.”

The android raised a brow at you.

“When I said that I was coming with you, it wasn’t just at your door, (Y/n).”

"I assure you, I’ll be fine. Nothing will happen to me at home.”

Conner didn’t say anything but he was studying you again, and you swallowed again. You were honestly way too tired to argue with him about this at this hour. In any case, you were only going to sleep, there was no chance he would disturb you. With a sigh, you unlocked your door and let the RK900 in. Leaving your jacket and other stuff in a corner of your kitchen, you decided to ignore Conner to grab your nightwear and headed to the bathroom.

Some minutes later, you were back in the kitchen, decided to drink some of your favorite soda before going to sleep.

“You should not drink that before sleeping. It is not good for your health and there is way too much sugar in it.”

You glared at the android, standing in the middle of the room, and snorted.

“You give me too many orders. I don’t like that.”

With a smirk, you grabbed the bottle to drink but a strong hand catched your wrist, preventing you from carrying the bottle to your lips. You raised your head to Conner - suddenly noticing how tall he was compared to you - and growled :

“ ‘The fuck you think you’re doing ?”

“I said no. Is it so difficult to understand ?”

“Oh, I get it. I just do what I want.”

Your eyes widened when you noticed the smirk at the corner of his mouth. His other hand grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him in the eyes and you were unable to move, you wrist still caught in his strong grip.

“You should obey, (Y/n). You don’t want me to punish you, right ?”

His words caught you off guard and you blushed, your breath escaping from your mouth. You were suddenly aware of his touch, burning your skin.

“No, I don’t…” you finally mumbled after a moment of silence.

The android released you  and stepped back. A little sigh of relief escaped you and you put the bottle back in your fridge, trying to ignore the smirk of satisfaction of Conner.

“I’m going to sleep, now.”

“Good night, (Y/n).” the RK900 greeted you.

Hoping he wasn’t going to go through all your belongings or do weird things during your sleep, you buried yourself in your blankets with a lazy smile - you could finally get some rest.

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The sound of the alarm clock pulled you from your sleep and you growled. Some hours were definitely not enough for you. With a sigh, you managed to push your blanket and froze when you noticed Conner, leaning against the doorframe. You didn’t know how to react to that, the way he acted, like he owned the place, like he owned you.

“You know, it’s creepy as fuck to watch people when they sleep.”

He just smirked at this and you couldn’t help but watch him - maybe he was an asshole, but he was gorgeous and it was the problem. He wasn’t supposed to be here in the first place and you were unable to make him leave, too weak everytime his gaze was on you.

Standing up, you started to find some clothes who could fit together. When you finally took your head out of the closet you noticed that Conner was no longer there and you decided to take a quick shower.  

“Do I smell coffee ?” you asked when entering your kitchen some minutes later.

On the table, a breakfast was waiting for you and Conner was sitting on one of the chairs. It was… strangely nice of him and you smiled awkwardly at the android, sitting next to him.

“Thank you for the breakfast.” you mumbled with pancakes in your mouth.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full.” Conner only retorted with a frown. “I am not satisfied with what you eat daily, we will have to change this soon.”

It was your time to frown at him and you put your mug back on the table. You studied him, regretting not being an android to understand him and his cold - yet caring - gaze.

“I don’t understand. What- what do you want from me?”

He rolled his eyes like the question was stupid and it was the most human thing he has ever done in front of you - well, if you forgot about this possessive kiss from last night, and it as absolutely not the moment to think about it.

“I already told you about it. I want everything.”

He got this little smile at the corner of his mouth at this words and a shiver ran down your spine while you frowned again. Finally, you decided to grab again your mug of coffee to finish your breakfast and go to the station. You got a lot of cases to work on and you wanted to do as much as you could manage today.

Lost in your thoughts, you noticed too late the hand of the android on your neck, leaning against a vein. You held your breath as he stroked it with his thumb, a fascinated look on his features.

“You are so small between my hands… it could be so easy to break you.” he almost purred, putting the rest of his fingers in the hollow of your neck.

“Conner…” you managed to say.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going  to hurt you.” the android whispered when he noticed the mix of arousal and fear on your face. “Unless you want me to.”

He added those last words with a smirk and the possibility of what he implied made you blush worst than before.

“No !” you replied.

“Good. Now finish your breakfast, we have a job to do.”

He got up to leave the kitchen and his hand caressed your neck lightly, leaving you alone and totally lost, almost worried about what he was going to do next. Closing your eyes for a moment, you took a deep breath and you finished your coffee - you needed to go to the police station.

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You weren’t in a good mood when both of you finally showed up at the station, just because you weren’t able to fight against Conner’s words and gestures. You decided to go to Hank, who was apparently here in time again.

“Hey.” you smiled at the lieutenant, putting a cup of coffee in front of him, with a box of colorful donuts.

He grabbed both with a raised eyebrow.

“What did I do to deserve this ?”

“I can be nice, sometimes. Enjoy, it doesn’t happen often.”

He smiled again at this and you decided to take a new cup of coffee in the lunch room when you noticed the horrible amount of paperwork on your desk, forgetting the disapproving look from the RK900. You were like him and his blue blood, you needed fuel to work correctly.

You headed to the room when someone decided to be on your way for coffee.

“(Y/n).” Gavin greeted you.

“Hmm, hey.” you answered awkwardly.

You never knew how to act with him - sometimes he wanted to get in your pants, and the rest of the time he tried to make fun of you. You wondered for a moment what was his mood for today.

“I heard you work with a new tin can now. That’s awful. Eh, maybe you could come with me to drink something tonight and forget about this-”

“No, thank you. I don’t even have the time you know, too much work…”

Hank told you before that you were way too gentle with Reed and you should kick his ass but it wasn’t really your style and you always brushed him off gently instead. Like always, he tried to grab your arm.

“Detective, you should leave (Y/n) alone. We have a lot of work to do, and you take our precious time.”

You turned your head to see Conner and raised a brow. Why did he always have to follow you everywhere like that ? It wasn’t like you were going to suddenly disappear.

“Fuck off, asshole. I’m not talking to you, actually.”

You widened your eyes at Reed’s words and glanced at the android. He wasn’t like Connor at all, and you already knew that talking to him like that wasn’t a good idea at all.

“You should be careful, Gavin.” you said in a low voice.

The detective started to laugh and you looked at the RK900. His cold gaze was studying the human in front of him with a disgusted frown.

“Of what ? Him ? It’s just some plastic-”

“I think detective Reed is just jealous.” Conner cut him.

Your brows furrowed for a moment. What was jealousy doing in there, seriously ?

“Yes. Because he is still alone, when I am the one who managed to get you, pet.” he purred in your ear, just loud enough for Gavin to understand him with an horrified look.

The nickname left you speechless for a moment and you wanted to protest against this idea of belonging to him, but the face of the detective was priceless and you just smiled at him, satisfied.

“Can I go to my coffee, now ?” you asked him with a smirk.

For the first time, you were more than happy to see Gavin like this, and he was probably not going to ask for a drink anymore.

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Yep Conner is way too possessive and the poor boy don’t know how to show affection someone help him ahah

anyway idk when the next part will be done (probably when I will get better urgh)

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What’s your android model #?

Take your birth year (eg 1992)

Multiply it by your birth month (1992 x 09 = 17928)

Then divide by your birth day (17928 / 18 = 996)

Then take the first letter of your first name (eg A)

The second letter of your middle name (eg R)

And then put it all together!

I got AR996! :)