#android chase au

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A little something for the ChaseMarsh fans

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Day 44- GERUDO TOWN

Bug Zapper 9000 worked too well. Not only did we get the terrifying normal corpses, we accidentally found its brood mother that can summon localized sandstorms to protect its underlings.

At least it got chased away by Riju’s lightning. Big win.

This totk au is called familiar familiar! It all started when zelda didnt fall back in time and devolved into wild violence

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when worlds collide - part 1: welcome aboard.

pairing(s): ATEEZ OT8 x Fem!Reader

series summary: What if Aniteez appeared on Ateez's ship, Twilight, after being sent through a Cromer wormhole? How would the two crews work and live in harmony when worlds collide?

warnings/tags: slice of life pirate au! silly times. this is the closest to a crack fic ive ever written but its also done in earnest lol. this is pure fluff for the most part. technically theyre in ateez lore timeline. chaotic aniteez, polyateez x reader, sandeoki is canonically a girl idc shes a princess.

word count: ~3.3k

-> next chapter

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“Y/N!”

It wasn’t often Y/N was awoken by one of the crew crying out her name from the top-deck. Sure, there were moments she was woken up by a crew mate snuggling into her bunk with her, sun-warmed or bath-warmed returning from their shift. A kiss pressed to her cheek before they whispered a soft ‘go back to bed.’ Yelling from the sun-deck was rare. In fact, there had only been one other time. A time where they had battled a mechanical kraken of sorts, thanks to the Android Guardians. And the very memory struck fear into her heart.

Jumping out of her bunk, Y/N scrambled to find her dark face-mask, her black hat, something – anything to hide her features from an android’s database mind if they were present. Finding only Hongjoong’s cowboy bandana, she was quick to tie it around her mouth as she hobbled out of the cabin, half-awake but fearful. The cabin door shut with a heavier clank, and she felt the ship tilt to one side suddenly. Tumbling into a wooden post with a thud, she heard a commotion on the main deck that was barely audible through the creaking wood of the pirate ship. There was a clattering and clanking of items tumbling and shifting canons moaning as the ship continued to tilt.

“Let go!” she heard Hongjoong cry out.

With the rudder clicking loudly far off, the ship steadied itself once more. She quickened her step, grasping onto the stairwell’s rope railing, stomping up the stairs, and pushing open the latch to the sun-deck upwards. Her head popped up through the opened space, and she glanced about.

The bright suns blinded her for a moment; they were so far above the clouds that the sea of fluff only made the brilliant twin-suns burn everything into a fuzzy white haze. But as the sun spots and constellations of rainbow fractals in her vision faded, she only saw chaos on her beloved ship. 

Strange tiny creatures were chasing after the men she knew and love. Their little screeches were not very intimidating yet she still saw San run away quick from a purple-cat thing? as if they were! These beings all wobbled on two legs with over-sized heads that looked fuzzy and soft-looking in the sun. The tallest was perhaps 3 Star Apples tall she pondered; the over-sized apples probably looked like melons next to them though.

Across the deck, there were fights breaking out between the creatures and the feared, wanted pirates. Seonghwa was trying to pull a creature with brown fur and a small wiggling tail from a tall barrel of Mini-Melons that suspiciously rumbled with chomping sounds. A puddle of fruit juice soaked into the wooden planks below.

A pink-rabbit creature wobbled and warbled as it tried to chase after his frantic friends tormenting her crew. Its tiny arms reached out to soothe the others with chittering sounds as it quickly caught the purple cat that had been chasing San by its tail. The lavender-kitty let out a squeak of surprise, almost tearfully looking at the other, before curling into the bunny, daintily. It gave up the fight so quickly it was almost funny.

Some of the creatures were running in circles, panicking. A puppy-dog sort of creature was doing so, fear riddling its features as it took in the large ship, oversized in their perspective.

Others were facing off with her crew mates more directly.

“Y/N! Help!”

Wooyoung cried out from nearby, half perched on a barrel. A black-cat creature hissed at him before turning its head to look at her – following Wooyoung’s gaze on her. Its dark eyes widened at her before turning back to look at Wooyoung, dramatically. The creature wobbled on his feet (almost like their heads were too large for their little bodies, making them clumsy) to grab at the barrel’s edge. As if it could hoist itself after Wooyoung.

“Get back!” Wooyoung slapped at a paw.

The cat let out an unimpressed grumble before hissing again.

“Captain!” Yunho called out, tugging a map from another puppy-figure, that was so tiny next to Yunho that it was almost humorous. The tallest and smallest played a sort-of tug-a-war.

“Busy!” Hongjoong cried out as he fought his own creature at the wheel.

A large tail towered over the orange-furred squirrel?? The little thing let out its own constant stream of gibberish; its wild eyes fixated on her captain with such intensity as they pulled and spun the flying ship this way and that.

While the ship was mostly just jostled by the back and forth movements, every now and then they dipped to one side and the other. All beings – fuzzy and not – would let out shrieks until together Hongjoong and the squirrel would level the ship before eventually it happened again.

The bear creature, faced smeared in bits of Mini-Melon flesh and running away from Seonghwa’s approaching form, tumbled into her legs powerfully, making her plop onto the floor. She let out a shriek. The bear too squeaked in surprise; their eyes meeting for a moment before he was lifted up and off her by Jongho.

“Are you alright, Y/N?” he asked, holding the bear out like a disobedient child as it kicked and wiggled.

“I think so. Thank you, baby.” Y/N replied, catching her lost breath.

Seonghwa stopped beside Jongho and in front of Y/N with a huff. “What are these things?” he queried.

The bear creature babbled and wriggled. Y/N went to stand in the meantime before the ship shifted once more and she lost her balance alongside everyone of the ship. The entire crew tumbled to the ground heavily, even Hongjoong. Jongho thudded to the ground loudly; the baby bear was tossed from his grasp and tumbled into the other animal creatures nearby like a bowling ball into bowling pins. There were groans of pain from them before the entire crew felt the ship dip.

They let out screeches and warbles of fear; the pink creature pushing a few of the crew behind him; the black cat latched onto a puppy-dog.

The ship cut through the air, the crew sliding and banging into one another as the direction of the deck became steeper. She felt Yeosang’s hands, dainty but strong as ever from hauling himself up and down to the crow’s nest, grip onto her and tug her away from hitting a nearby crate. She was pressed into his chest as they finally came to a stop. Mingi let out a gasp as he hit the side of the ship beside them. A duckling-creature thudded into his chest, next, with a warbled cry.

The air rattled through the sails inconsistently as they dipped down and towards the right wildly. Clouds cut through the ship’s keel with a ploof, shaking the ship with a turbulence.

Hongjoong grasped onto the edge of the helm, gritting his teeth and digging his boots into the wood planks. He glared up at the squirrel creature who was half-hanging onto the wheel, clinging to the handles with a wide-eyed look of surprise.

“We have to stop!” Hongjoong snapped at the creature. “Or else, we will fall from the sky – got it?”

The orange-furred being’s nose scrunched, almost insulted that Hongjoong thought he didn’t know that! His ears twitched and his tail jittered erratically behind him. With a huff, Hongjoong hoisted himself up to grab onto the other half of the wheel, hands gripping onto the other side’s handles.

“Truce?” Hongjoong prompted to the creature who wanted to claim control of the ship so eagerly.

It looked the Captain up and down. After a mutter under its breath, it let out its own shriek of a sound. His gigantic head nodded firmly.

Agreed!

Together, it and Hongjoong spun the wheel to an even level. The entire crew and the creatures let out a sigh of relief. Y/N sagged into Yeosang’s arms; his hand rose to pet over her hair soothingly. San and Wooyoung were tangled up; the purple kitty cat pressed to their side. Mingi glanced down at the duck creature on his lap.

It warbled up at him, tilting his head at the healer curiously.

“Hello?” Mingi said softly.

It tumbled back in surprise, rolling back and off of Mingi’s lap in a pile.

The orange-squirrel let out another string of babbles from the nearby helm’s platform, loud and demanding. His paws went to his hips as he looked over to his crew of creatures. The pink-bunny’s ears popped up from inside a barrel of fruit – how did he end up there?

It chirped out and hoisted itself out with a huff. Standing on the rim of the barrel, it looked towards the pile of crew members. It’s high-pitched chatter was almost cute if it wasn’t also commanding, mind you. The duckling made a soft sound before rolling upright and wobbling into the nearby puppy-dog’s welcoming embrace. They giggled at one another, dusting at invisible grime from the battle, before holding hands and wandering over to the squirrel. One by one, the creatures formed a huddle around their squirrel leader; the pink-bunny nudged the black cat towards the group warningly as it hissed at them in passing.

Yeosang and Y/N exchanged glances before they heard a low whistle.

Their first mate, Seonghwa, lowered his fingers from his mouth, giving them a steeling look. Yeosang nearly hoisted Y/N up by her arms as they stood quick. And, one by one they fell in line behind Hongjoong. San crossed his arms; Wooyoung tilted his head at the black-cat.

The two crews faced one another; the gentle breeze of the calm skies ruffled hair and fur, alike.

“You can understand us?” Hongjoong clarified.

His hips tilted as he steadied a glare at the squirrel. It babbled out a reply; the tune sounding like ‘duh!’.

“We can’t understand you, not really,” Seonghwa commented from nearby, his hand resting on the butt of the musket slung across his chest. When had he slung that back on? He rarely wore his musket. He sauntered up beside San.

There was a gasp in the animal-creatures. As if surprised there was this language barrier.

“Why are you here?” Hongjoong followed up. “How’d you get here?”

The puppy-dogs shifted forward, stumbling into the squirrel nearly and babbling over one another. The one with longer ears tugged at the squirrel’s tail, quite chaotically, as he exclaimed something. All the squirrel did was let out a squeak over the chattering, turning to glare at the offending-puppy who smiled innocently.

“Can they write it out?” Y/N wondered, leaning on Wooyoung’s shoulder. His arm went around her waist easily.

“In creature-ish?” San commented nearby, raising a brow. Doubtful as it was jesting.

She nudged his strong shoulder with her hand (slinging it over Wooyoung’s shoulder to do so). She was trying to figure something out. It was worth a shot. San chuckled at her.

There was a sound of agreement, of delight nearly. And then one of the creatures had brandished a thing of chalk triumphantly.

“Oh…” San mumbled with a pout.

Quickly, the shorter dog-creature drew out a shape onto the floor boards. One triangle, another triangle, a circle…

“The Cromer?” Hongjoong breathed, eyes widening at the symbol.

There was a squeak of agreement by the dog and the squirrel.

“The Cromer brought you here?” Seonghwa clarified. “You know of the Cromer?”

The squirrel nodded; his tail bounced, pleased.

“How?”

The squirrel chittered out annoyed that they couldn’t just get it. He shrugged his shoulders and looked to his crew for aid. The black cat huddled closer to steal the piece of chalk, scratching out the symbol and drawing a ship, an arrow, and a cloud.

“You… flew into a cloud?” Jongho said.

There was a grumble of disagreement. Another member of the animal crew stole the chalk, the bunny this time, and it drew an hourglass with sparkles above the cloud and an arrow from the cloud to the Cromer symbol.

“The Cromer made a sort of time-traveling cloud and you went through it?” Yeosang prophesied.

How did he get that from that?

“On purpose?” Yunho added, doubtfully.

Together, the creatures chimed out a negative sound – except for the squirrel who glanced aside innocently. Hongjoong eyed the leader carefully at that.

“You’re lost, then?” Y/N clarified, kneeling down, and eying the creatures and their illustrations at a closer range. “This isn’t your dimension and you know it.”

There was a sound of agreement, almost bouncy in tone as the creatures nodded.

“Why did you attack us, hm?” Wooyoung argued out.

There was a glance between the animal crew as they huddled closer together, protectively…shamefully.

“You were scared?” Mingi asked.

There was a whimper from the lavender cat and it clung to the long ear of the fluffy-maltese-esque puppy dog.

“We won’t hurt you – we’re Ateez.” She told them, reassuringly. “We help others, okay?”

Now, Hongjoong was the one that glanced away at that; fingers fiddled with the gold on his phalanges. They all did help others, but, as much as they were Robin Hoods, they also enjoyed their pillages. The squirrel’s ear twitched, and he tilted his head at the Captain.

Meanwhile, the bear creature eyed Y/N carefully, shuffling closer as if to test if she was telling the truth. His big eyes took in her facial expression; her genuine soft smile. It nodded with a rumbly reply. Its head was large; shimmering fur glinted in the sunlight. Its face was sweet as it smiled up at her, buck-toothed. Its babbling reply was incoherent but by its tone she could tell it was positive. The bear turned to say something to the others encouragingly.

Slowly, the others spread out from their tight-knit huddle, relaxing just a smidge.

“What’s your names?” Wooyoung prompted next, hands going to rest on Y/N’s shoulders as he peered over her.

The bear said…something. It was a warble of sorts, guttural and distorted by the warbling chatter that was their language. None of the crew could understand. There was an ‘ah-ha!’ sound from the squirrel suddenly and he stole the chalk from the pink bunny.

One by one, he drew a little face on the ground of each animal-creature, a bit messy and crude in nature but identifiable, and a wrote a name above it. It was hard to decipher, the writing almost more symbols than text. Squiggly lines and swirls. It was definitely not of this world and yet…

“Jjoongrami?” Hongjoong sounded out, looking at the mischievous drawing of the squirrel.

The squirrel squeaked out in excitement, pointing to itself proudly. His head bobbed up and down, his tail nearly dancing in joy.

“Bbyongming?” Mingi read out.

The duckling warbled clapping its paws? How did a duck have paws?

“Hetmongi!” Yeosang guessed quickly. He loved doodling a character named Hethet! What a coincidence!

One by one they sounded out their names and there was a back-and-forth if there was miscommunication. But it was almost like fate, a different crew member could read another creature’s scribbles.

“That was surprisingly easy,” Seonghwa sighed.

“Well… hello, we’re Ateez. You’re aboard the Twilight.” Hongjoong introduced finally after a look from JJoongrami, ear twitching in patience. Just as they wanted to know who the intruders were, the intruders wanted to know who they were… where they were.

He tapped his own chest. “I’m Hongjoong, the Captain.”

With a grandiose gesture, he glanced to Seonghwa before introducing him: “My First Mate, Seonghwa.”

The long-haired man raised a brow at the creatures, still careful, despite the slowly-charmed smirk on his lips.

“Yunho, Navigator.” 

Yunho, with his mussed dark brown hair over his eyes, shifted his goggles on his head before offering a salute.

“Yeosangie, our Look Out.”

The deep-wine red-head tilted his head at the creatures carefully, only having a flicker of a smile appear at the sight of Hetmongi.

“Y/Nie,” Hongjoong patted her head; Y/N grinned up at him before dropping her head to look at the other crew. “The Helmswoman. Heads it when I'm away, of course.”

“Sannie.” The buff man offered a smile at the creatures easily. “He’s our Bosun.”

Mingi grinned with snake-eyes, an attempt at intimidation despite the softness that was Mingi, as Hongjoong introduced him next. “Mingi, our Healer.”

“Wooyoung,” Wooyoung interrupted Hongjoong boldly. “I’m the best Cook in all of the skies and seas.”

Hongjoong huffed affectionately, rolling his eyes. He gestured to Wooyoung as if to punctuate the other’s introduction. His hand then shifted, pointing towards Jongho. The stoic man stared with pursed lips at the other group, examining them.

“Jongho, our Gunner.”

The creatures mumbled out an acknowledgement before Hongjoong quickly redirected their attention, standing in front of Y/N and the crew once more. Taking control of the situation. Y/N stood, shifting to Seonghwa’s side.

“That’s the crew. Now give us a moment, lads,” Hongjoong requested to the creatures. “So, we can talk - as a crew.”

There was a squawk from the kitty named Sandeoki.

 “What? What’s wrong?” Yunho exclaimed hands raising in defense.

The black-cat who they now knew was called Wooyonyang mischievously stole the chalk and drew a quick crown over Sandeoki’s doodle.

“Oh, not… lads,” Hongjoong exclaimed. “Lads… and lady. Only one lady?”

He eyed the pink bunny carefully, but there were no further explanations (in the form of squeaks or squawks). Sandeoki preened at the clarification nonetheless, and the group nodded along.

“Alright, lads and lady,” he said once more before gesturing for his own crew to huddle across the ship.

“You all alright?” That was the first question.

There were nods; Wooyoung rambled about how he was hissed at. San rubbed his back reassuringly.

“What says all of you?” the Captain prompted. “What should we do?”

“I think… the Cromer sent them for a reason,” Yeosang commented.

Yunho nodded along.

“I don’t think they’re dangerous,” Seonghwa added, draping an arm across Jongho’s shoulder. “Frightened but not outwardly cruel.”

Jongho raised a brow, stern-faced.

“They’re cute,” San argued, even if Wooyoung gasped dramatically. Cute, his ass. Wooyonyang tormented him!

“They know about ships it seems,” Y/N added. “If they came from one like they said. They will be helpful.”

“There will need to be an agreement,” Hongjoong raised a brow. “I can have Jjoongrami stealing the helm again like that.”

“I think they were just scared, Joongie,” Seonghwa reassured.

Hongjoong’s seriousness didn’t ease at his first mate’s comment.

“I’m not convinced,” he said. “That squirrel…”

“He’s mischievous,” Jongho agreed.

“Of course, you’d clock that,” Yeosang commented.

Jongho smirked slyly. Despite his seeming stoicism as the gunner, he was the most mischievous maknae.

“Eight more mouths to feed,” Wooyoung lamented.

“They’re, like, us – I think. Would you abandon a doppelganger of yourself?” Yeosang prompted.

A scoff left Wooyoung, always ready for a debate or a moment to be bold. “Yes.” He exclaimed. “Who trusts doppelgangers?!”

Seonghwa raised a brow, lips twitching into a snarl of a sneer.

Y/N glanced over at the animal-creatures. They too were huddled up, talking. It was cute to see how mirrored they were.

“We can’t just abandon them.”

“You want to keep them?” Hongjoong said.

“They need our help,” Mingi mused, looking at the creatures over Y/N’s head.

He saw the puppy dog and the duck huddle closer, a frightened pout coming to Tyudeongi’s face as the squirrel chattered at his crew. Mingi reached out and wrapped Y/N in his embrace, hugging her close. His chin rested on her shoulder.

“We can’t just abandon them somewhere; the Cromer works in mysterious ways. You know that.” Seonghwa said.

“Captain, what’s the worst that could happen?” Y/N asked.

Hongjoong sighed, hand raising to press against his nose bridge. He could name so many things. But he was no dictator – freedom, expression, this is what he lived for. And his crew wanted this.

“Alright, fine…. They can stay.”

Yippee! They could hear the creatures’ celebrations, because, of course, they had been listening in by that point.

"Welcome aboard!" Y/N cheered.

Hongjoong let out a deep sigh. What were they getting into?

[idyllwave]

android!mark x reader (technological advanced world au?)

a mini idea and isn't fully fleshed out, i just wanted to see where i could go with it. i'll probably write more of this out later 👀

You were not desperate, and you were certainly not lonely. Alone? Yes. But not lonely. And yet, that small doubt was already festering as you found yourself skimming through the Matched site that was starting to blow up in popularity. “Matched,” as the name suggests is where some lonely person (which you definitely aren’t!!!) goes to talk with an artificial intelligent android for a while, and if you are really desperate for some sort of contact, you can always ask said android to meet up somewhere.

Even in such a high-tech, futuristic world as such as this one, where having an android companion is considered normal – you still felt the need that you didn’t need it.

Until you turned twenty-three last month, single, never had a boyfriend, were still very much a virgin, and had days where you just wanted to come home and be held by someone.

When you told your concerns to your friends, their answers were simple, “go to Matched,” they said. As if that would solve your problems instantly.

You sighed to yourself as you scrolled through different specifications that you set in the filter bar, a part of you still feeling a tad bit shameful that you even went through with this. And before you could exit the app, a notification popped up in the little DM box. You hesitated clicking on it but sighed and accepted your fate anyway.

Hey! My name’s Mark and I noticed that we “matched” hah as this app so likes to put it.

You smiled lightly at his message, even with just a few words, this Mark seemed incredibly laid back.

From what you know, the moment you put your specifications in and whether you are looking for a friend or for a partner, the app will then sort out potential androids suitable for you and have one of them “match” with you and prompting them to send a message to you.

hi mark, I didn’t know the app worked this fast!!

you’re telling me, I was kind of surprised too lol

Slowly but surely, you got to know Mark. Even asking him stupid things like his favorite food and what he liked to drink while completely forgetting that he was an android and doesn’t have to do that, but he would humor you anyway even as you would apologize to him about asking such questions. That was how easy it was talking to him.

And before too long, you started to talk to him every day. It got to the point that your friends started to notice considering that you were actually smiling at your phone for once instead of dreading seeing any messages popping up.

“Hey! Give that back!”

And sadly, you made the mistake of leaving your phone out when you went to the bathroom. On the rare days that you didn’t have work and neither did your friends, you all were finally just hanging out at your place, completely unbothered by the world, until those two idiots started to snoop around…

“Ooo, Mark, huh?”

You felt your face grow hot, “s- shut- shut up!”

Your friends giggled and kept your phone out of reach as you chased them about your apartment. It was all fun and games until one of them did something they shouldn’t. You honestly wanted to rip your hair out when they tossed your phone back to you and you saw the “SENT” notification on your screen.

“Seriously?!”

The two of them giggled, Sarah, the one who sent your address and a little “I really want to meet you” message, grinned at you, “it seems like the two of you get along, besides, it’s about time you get a partner.”

You groaned loudly as you glanced at your phone to see Mark’s name and a little text bubble pop up, disappear, and then pop up again. The notification was so abrupt and you even told him you were nervous about meeting up with him and finally getting a partner as you just weren’t sure about it, and that you were completely fine with just talking to him.

How were you going to explain-

see you soon (:

Your friends giggled again when they read the message from him. You couldn’t believe what was happening. Once he gets here, you’ll just have to send him home! Tell him it was a mistake! Which was exactly what you kept telling yourself throughout the whole week. Mark was silent, most likely due to the travel, and your friends kept trying to convince you to just “try it out,” but you were skeptical.

This could only end poorly. You were sure of it.

When you heard a knock at your door and a delivery notification pop up on your phone, you found yourself pacing in your living room. And when you got a call from Mark a second later, you thought you had a mini heart attack before calming yourself and answering.

“Nervous,” he asked. This was the first time you heard his voice.

“A little…”

“Listen, I read through your messages, I know it was your friends who did this, but … I would still really like to meet you.”

His voice sounded so sincere; it made your heart clench.

“Will you … invite me in?”

“Yeah,” your voice was barely above a whisper as you finally gained the courage to go to your front door and unlocked it. Your hand slightly shaking as you turned the knob and swung the wooden door open. Mark ended the call when you came into view.

And when he smiled, you couldn’t deny how unbelievably human he looked.

“Hi,” you hated how breathless you sounded.

“Hi to you too.”

For a second, you wondered how human interactions were supposed to go. What do you say after “hi”? Do you welcome him in? Do you step outside and talk to him? Do you both walk to the nearest café?

Then again, it wasn’t like you had much luck trying to be with other humans as such as yourself anyway.

“Can I kiss you?”

You didn’t know why you said it, but you did.

“Only if I can take you out to a movie after.”

“Deal.”

Maybe not finding a human partner was fine. It was fine, because you met Mark instead.

[nanamineedstherapy]

Grandpa Sukuna Buys a Phone

Ft. UncKuna Ryomen Sukuna, Retail Worker GN!Reader, Gen Z Android User Itadori Yuji, Millennial iPhone User Inumaki Toge (Can & will speak), Hot Crush at First Sight Fushiguro Megumi

Normal Modern AU - No Curses/No Powers Summary: Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curses, discovers the horrors of modern technology while trying to buy a phone. Yuji drags his immortal uncle through the chaos of retail hell, Inumaki records everything for clout, & Megumi accidentally becomes the Internet’s newest thirst trap. Or: In which Sukuna learns about Bluetooth while he and Yuji gets a crush, & Inumaki becomes the worst kind of friend. (Feat. awkward flirting, grandpa rage, accidental simping, & enough secondhand embarrassment to power a small city.) A/N: Hey, besties! ✨ So, this fic is 80% crack, 20% feral demon king trying to understand iOS vs. Android while getting his first crush in 1,000 years. 😌 You know, normal JJK things. Expect chaos, TikTok clout chasing, and Sukuna having a midlife crisis over Bluetooth. Also, if you’re here for tall, dark, & broody men with questionable tech skills, this is for you. (And if you’re not, wtf are you doing here? 👁️👄👁️) This fic is dedicated to everyone who’s ever had to explain technology to a relative who still yells at the TV remote. I love you. 💖 Never written anything for Suku x Megs, its my first time here hehe.

A neon-lit Android store in Shibuya. The walls pulse with LED ads for the latest tech, promising “LIGHTNING-FAST SPEEDS” and “CRYSTAL CLEAR DISPLAYS.” You sit behind the counter on a swiveling stool, scrolling through memes and pretending the customer in front of you isn’t about to snap the demo phone in half.

Ryomen Sukuna stands over your counter like a disgruntled RPG boss. Tall, covered in tribal tattoos that definitely don’t follow workplace dress code, and radiating an aura that screams, “I don’t belong in this century.” The demo phone in his hand creaks under his grip.

“This device,” he growls, glaring at the phone like it owes him money, “what does it do?”

You suppress a sigh, eyes darting to the store’s emergency exit. “Uh… everything? It’s a smartphone. Internet, calls, apps—whatever you need.”

His scowl deepens, eyes narrowing like you just insulted his ancestors. “Explain ‘apps.’”

You blink. “They’re like… little programs that do specific things.”

He leans in, crimson eyes glowing. “Specific things like trapping human souls?”

You pause. “No.”

“Then what?”

You’re struggling not to laugh when the door slams open, and two guys stumble in, mid-argument.

Yuji & Inumaki Enter the Chat

��Uncle Sukuna!” the pink-haired one—Yuji, 21—calls, grinning as he pulls out his earbuds with the kind of energy you’d expect from a puppy on five shots of espresso. His hair has those soft, fluffy highlights that suggest either a TikTok influencer or a guy who let his little sister pick his dye job.

Yuji knows Sukuna is his “uncle” thanks to a totally legit backstory Sukuna fed him two days ago: he’d woken up from a 1,000-year coma caused by “Super Rare Amnesia Disease Syndrome” (SRADS™), a condition that erased all his modern knowledge but conveniently left memories of being Yuji’s estranged uncle intact.

Yuji, being both kindhearted and gullible, bought it immediately.

Beside him, Inumaki—a 22-year-old with the energy of a stressed-out millennial, oversized hoodie, and fingers glued to his phone—sips a violently purple bubble tea, eyes flicking to Sukuna like he’s assessing the final boss of a horror game. He’s got the disinterested aura of someone who just lost all faith in humanity and is about to roast someone for it.

Yuji jogs up to the counter, clapping Sukuna on the back. “Whatcha doing, old man?”

Sukuna snarls, baring fangs. “Do not touch me, boy.”

Yuji just grins, unbothered. “Trying to buy a phone? Good luck, dude. You’re gonna hate it.”

Sukuna’s eyes flicker. “You dare mock me?”

Inumaki steps up, flicking his bangs out of his eyes. “He’s not wrong, though. You’ll have a mental breakdown trying to figure out the Wi-Fi settings.”

Sukuna glares. “Don’t patronize me, brat.”

Yuji just grins wider. “You’re literally 47.”

“Old age brings power, boy.”

Yuji pats his shoulder like a nurse dealing with a particularly confused patient. “Uncle, it’s a phone. You can call people, text, watch cat videos, whatever.”

Sukuna squints. “It contains cats?”

Inumaki snorts into his bubble tea, the pearls clinking against the plastic. “Not literally, Grandpa.” He taps his iPhone. “iPhone’s better, though. No debate.”

Yuji rolls his eyes. “Bro, no. Android’s superior. More freedom. Better battery life. Customization.”

Inumaki leans against the counter, smirking. “Yeah, if you want your phone to look like a Craigslist ad.”

Yuji’s grin sharpens. “At least my phone doesn’t cost a kidney.”

Inumaki flicks a bubble at him. “iPhone has FaceTime.”

“Discord exists.”

“Better camera.”

“Pixel 8.”

“Ecosystem.”

“Android has an actual file system.”

You glance at Sukuna, whose eyes are twitching like a demon contemplating mass slaughter. You’re pretty sure if he knew what Wi-Fi was, he’d try to curse it.

He lifts the phone again, staring at the bright, mocking icons. "What is this 'Bluetooth'? Does it refer to a creature?"

You press your lips together, trying not to laugh. "It's for wireless connections."

His eyes narrow. "Connections to what?"

"Speakers, headphones, car stereos..."

He glares at the phone. "Does it speak?"

Yuji snickers. "Nah, but Siri does."

Inumaki lifts his iPhone. "Yeah, and it actually works, unlike whatever knockoff AI your Android has."

Yuji bristles. "Bro, don't disrespect my Google Assistant."

"Literally no one uses that."

"I use it!"

"Case in point."

Inumaki pulls up TikTok, flashing the screen at Sukuna. "See? iPhone's perfect for this." He hits play, and a chaotic, ear-splitting sound erupts from his phone. "Crisp speakers. Smooth playback."

Sukuna's eyes flare. "This... this device screams?"

You bite the inside of your cheek, watching as Sukuna's patience with modern tech frays like an overused charging cable.

---

Yuji claps him on the back, nearly sending him into a murderous frenzy. "Relax, Uncle. You'll get used to it. Just buy the Android. It's way more user-friendly."

Inumaki shakes his head. "Don't listen to this peasant. Buy the iPhone. It'll save you from having to watch pixelated TikToks."

Sukuna glances between the two phones like he's choosing a weapon before battle. "Which one is superior in combat?"

Yuji frowns. "Bro, what?"

Inumaki deadpans. "Neither. They break if you breathe on them too hard."

Sukuna's eye twitches, and you're pretty sure you see him clench his teeth.

Yuji groans, like he's been waiting for this. "Bro, don't start. Android's superior."

Inumaki flicks a pearl at him, which Yuji barely dodges. "Better camera. iPhone wins."

"Yeah, if you're an Instagram model," Yuji fires back. "Androids are for real users."

Inumaki raises an eyebrow. "You mean broke ones?"

Yuji's jaw drops. "Say that again, I dare you."

You rub your temples, regretting every life choice that led you here.

---

While the boys bicker, Sukuna corners you again, red eyes flashing.

"What is 'storage space'?"

You sigh. "It's how much data you can save."

He scowls. "And this... 'RAM'? Is it a type of curse?"

You deadpan, "It's memory for multitasking. Not a curse."

His frown deepens. "Why does this one have a 'triple-lens camera'? Are three lenses necessary for mortal eyes?"

You bite your lip to keep from laughing. "For better photos."

He snorts. "I don't need mortal 'photos.' I'll remember your faces when I'm tearing you apart."

Yuji, still mid-argument with Inumaki, calls over, "Uncle Sukuna, stop threatening people!"

---

A few minutes later, Yuji grabs Sukuna's arm, yanking him toward the counter where the demo phones are lined up. "Here, look. I'll show you how to take photos."

He flips the camera to portrait mode, about to snap a picture of you, when the door chimes. A guy walks in - tall, dark-haired, and dressed like he's about to drop a million-dollar tech startup. He heads for the headphone section, expression unimpressed.

Both Yuji and Sukuna freeze.

The guy, oblivious, casually picks up a pair of noise-cancelling headphones, turning them over with an appraising look.

Yuji's fingers tighten on Sukuna's arm. "Holy shit."

Sukuna narrows his eyes, for once at a loss for words. You glance between them, confused.

Inumaki, who has been aggressively snapping selfies for TikTok, finally looks up. "Oh. Damn."

The guy's eyes flick over to the trio for a moment, brow furrowing slightly before he turns back to the headphones.

Yuji's mouth hangs open, and you're pretty sure you can hear his brain cells frying.

Sukuna leans in, voice low and strangely unsteady. "Who is this mortal, and why do I feel the urge to... validate my existence in front of him?"

Yuji looks equally horrified. "Bro, same."

Inumaki deadpans, "That's called a crush, grandpa."

Sukuna sputters, genuinely looking alarmed for the first time since he stormed into your store. "Crush? I am the King of Curses! I do not 'crush'!"

Yuji hisses, "Dude, he's looking this way. Play it cool!"

Sukuna stiffens, lifting his phone like he's about to curse it. "How do I 'play it cool'?"

Inumaki just smirks, pressing record discreetly on his phone pointed at Sukuna and Yuji. "Good luck, old man."

The mysterious guy - tall, with spiky but soft-looking hair, sharp-jawed, and wearing a designer coat that probably costs more than your rent - wanders over to the checkout counter, noise-cancelling headphones in hand. He's got that lowkey irritated vibe of someone who hates small talk but needs to get this over with.

You mentally brace yourself.

"Hey," he says, voice deep and slightly raspy, like he's been up all night brooding on a fire escape. He sets the box down on the counter, hands long and elegant.

You swallow. "Hey."

Behind you, Inumaki's phone is definitely recording. Yuji, for once, is silent, eyes darting between you and Sukuna like he's watching a slow-motion train wreck that includes him.

You scan the box - a pair of Razor Kraken V5.2 Ultra-Supreme Noise-Cancelling Headphones with 360-Degree Spatial Audio and Bone-Rattling Bass. Price tag: ¥85,000.

Nice. The man has taste.

"Buying the fancy ones, huh?" you say, trying to sound casual.

He raises an eyebrow. "I like good sound."

Yuji, not-so-subtly whispering to Sukuna: "Bro, that's a voice."

Sukuna, glaring: "Shut up, brat."

You slide the headphones toward the register. "So, uh... you into gaming or just vibing to, like, lo-fi while you contemplate the universe?"

He snorts, eyes flicking up to yours. "Both."

God, why does his eye contact feel like a judgemental cat sizing you up?

"Nice," you blurt out, swiping the barcode. "Uh, you know, these are great for drowning out existential dread."

He pauses, lips twitching slightly. "Good. I have a lot of that."

Inumaki is barely containing his laughter behind his cup.

"Yeah," you say, forcing a laugh. "Same."

The air between you is so awkward you could cut it with a plastic spork.

Beside you, Sukuna's fists clench, and you can feel the temperature in the store drop by about five degrees. He's glaring at the mystery guy like he's trying to decide whether to curse him or write him a love haiku.

The guy - completely oblivious - taps his card against the reader.

"Thanks," he says, meeting your eyes again. "Have a good one."

"Y-Yeah," you stutter. "You too."

He turns, strides out of the store with the grace of a noir film protagonist, and disappears into the neon haze of Shibuya.

The door closes, and the silence that follows is deafening.

Yuji, in a stage whisper: "Bro, what the hell was that?"

Sukuna's fingers twitch, veins popping. "He has the presence of a king."

Yuji's eyes snap to his uncle. "Uncle Sukuna, did you just—"

"Silence."

Inumaki finally breaks, letting out a wheezing laugh as he stops recording. "Oh my god. You guys were so awkward." He immediately starts typing the TikTok caption: "Retail Worker and Demon King Simp Over Guy with Expensive Headphones While I Watch" #Cringe #NoRizz #SimpGrandpa

You groan, burying your face in your hands. "I want to die."

Sukuna snarls, still staring at the door like he can mentally will the guy to come back. "I do not 'simp.' I am the King of Curses."

Yuji pats his back. "Yeah, bro, you also just got verbally bodied by a guy who didn't even break eye contact."

Sukuna growls, shadows flickering around him. "Cease your insolence, boy."

Inumaki snorts, sipping his bubble tea. "You're both hopeless."

Yuji leans in, whispering like he's plotting a heist. "Dude, we gotta find out who that guy is."

Sukuna's eyes gleam, fangs flashing. "Yes."

Inumaki just shakes his head, already uploading the TikTok. "I'm so posting this."

As Sukuna's internal monologue spirals from "Why is this mortal so captivating?" to "I should just eat him to stop these cursed feelings," Yuji grabs both phones and slaps them on the counter.

"Uncle Sukuna," he whispers, eyes darting to the door. "Dude, breathe. You're acting weird."

Sukuna growls, shadows flickering like he's about to spontaneously combust. "I do not 'act weird,' boy."

Yuji rolls his eyes, pushing both phones toward the register. "Just buy these and let's go. You're embarrassing me."

Sukuna, still in a post-crush haze, slams a thick wad of cash on the counter, the bills spilling everywhere like the world's least organised drug deal. You stare at it, stunned, because you're pretty sure you just saw a 10,000 yen note that looks older than your grandparents.

He grabs the bags, one in each hand, and turns with a flourish, nearly knocking over a display of overpriced phone cases.

"Keep the change, mortal," he snarls, stalking out of the store with the energy of a man who just rage-bought his way out of an emotional crisis.

Yuji facepalms. "Bro, you bought both phones."

Sukuna freezes, one foot already out the door. He turns, slow and deliberate, like a vengeful spirit. "What?"

Yuji sighs, rubbing his temples. "You bought both. That's like ¥400,000. You just got scammed by capitalism."

Sukuna's eye twitches, jaw clenching so hard you half expect his fangs to crack. He looks at the bags in his hands, then back at you, like this is somehow your fault.

"Foolish mortal devices," he mutters, storming out, nearly shattering the glass door with his exit.

You exhale, leaning against the counter as the air pressure finally normalizes. Inumaki's phone is still recording. You glance at him, too tired to even protest.

"This is going viral," he declares, flicking his bangs aside with a smirk.

---

Later That Night

The door slams open. Sukuna looms in the entrance, the Android's screen flashing an angry red error message.

"This infernal machine mocked me."

Two hours later, he returns, now glaring at a system update prompt.

"What is this 'system update'? It demands I agree to its terms."

You stare blankly. "You have to accept to use it."

"I will destroy this wretched device," he snarls, shadows flickering around him as you reach for the return forms. Retail hell just got a supernatural upgrade.

---

One Slow Tuesday Later

You're stacking overpriced phone cases when the door chimes. There he stands - the headphones guy, dressed in another sleek, all-black fit, the kind of effortless style that screams, “I’m emotionally unavailable but in a hot way.” His hair is slightly mussed, jaw clenched, eyes sharp enough to cut through your last remaining shred of dignity.

Your pulse spikes like a faulty heart monitor.

You swallow. Your palms are suddenly clammy, and you’re pretty sure you’re about to do something embarrassing again.

He strides up to the counter, setting down a phone case with the kind of precision that makes you question your own motor skills.

"Hey." His voice is gravel wrapped in velvet.

“Hey,” you manage, praying you don’t sound like a 12-year-old meeting their K-pop bias for the first time.

He leans in, voice low, eyes narrowing slightly. “Why the hell am I all over TikTok?”

Your brain blue-screens.

“What?”

He reaches into his pocket, pulls out his phone, and flips the screen to face you.

Your soul exits your body as he shows you Inumaki's viral video: 3.4M views, comments glaring up at you.

“Retail Rizz at its finest.”

“Bro, who’s the dude in the coat? I’d let him ruin my credit score.”

“Not the tall, dark, and broody customer giving main character energy.”

“Lowkey want him to step on me.”

Oh. Oh no.

Your eyes dart to the store’s corner security camera, then to the still-displaying LED ads for the same overpriced headphones this guy bought last week. You feel your sanity crack like a cheap phone screen.

“I… I didn’t… It wasn’t me,” you stammer, your brain flipping through excuses like a malfunctioning Rolodex.

"Didn't say it was." 

“Oh.” You blink. “Right.”

He pockets his phone, the weight of his stare making your knees weak. “Just… tell your friend to stop being weird.”

Your brain finally catches up. “Oh, yeah. Definitely. Sorry about that. I’ll, uh, talk to him.”

He stares at you for another beat, like he’s trying to decide if you’re worth the effort of being mad at, then turns and heads for the exit.

You exhale, heart rate slowly returning to a somewhat liveable BPM as the door chimes again, and the guy vanishes into the Shibuya chaos.

A second later, your phone buzzes. It’s a group chat notification.

Inumaki 👁️: Bro, did your crush just come back to the store? I see him on the camera feed. LMFAO

Yuji 🦑: WAIT WHAT WHERE

Inumaki 👁️: Nah, too late. He left. I’m posting the part where you both froze like NPCs again. 😂

Yuji 🦑: BRO I HATE YOU

You: I’m blocking you both.

---

Meanwhile, In The Cursed Geriatric Group Chat

Cursed Geriatric👑: Boy. This ‘FaceTime’ feature. Why does it demand my ‘contact permissions’?

Yuji 🦑: LMAO, you gotta allow it or it won’t work.

Cursed Geriatric👑: Allow it? I will not allow anything. I am the King of Curses.

Inumaki 👁️: Old man can’t work his phone 😂

Cursed Geriatric👑: Silence, brat. I will curse you through this wretched device.

Yuji 🦑: You’d have to accept the terms and conditions first.

Cursed Geriatric👑: What are these ‘cookies’ it demands I accept?

Inumaki 👁️: Not the demon king getting ratio’d by iOS settings.

Yuji 🦑: Bro, chill. Just click accept.

Cursed Geriatric👑: Fools. I have clicked it. I will not be controlled by your cursed ‘clouds’ and ‘Wi-Fi.’

Yuji 🦑: You literally have two phones now.

Cursed Geriatric👑: They shall become my weapons. Fear me.

Inumaki 👁️: This is going on TikTok too.

Cursed Geriatric👑: I will end you.

---

A/N: Thank you for reading! 💥 Now that you’ve survived Sukuna trying to understand modern tech: let me know in the comments or I’ll assume you hate me & my serotonin will flatline. 🙃 (Jk, but not really. Please comment. I will fold like a cheap chair.) Okay, love you, bye! 💜✨

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── .✦ summary

⟢ you‘ve devised a plan to help solve the case and catch the unsub, but what if you don’t live ‘til the end of it?

── .✦ story notes !

⟢ written with re2r/re4r leon in mind ! also, i did my best to have this be a gender neutral reader, but if there’s anything that suggests otherwise, please let me know.

── .✦ word count

⟢ 3.4k !

── .✦ tags ! (warnings included)

⟢ d:bh au, android!leon, second-person, no use of y/n, nickname “lee” is used for leon bc it’s cute and i will die on that hill, angst, minor mention of brian irons, gore, mentions of chris redfield and jill valentine as well as rebecca chambers, fluff kinda???, you get a cat btw, happy ending!

── .✦ a/n !

⟢ this part has definitely been on the longer side of construction lol but i was determined to finish it. it’s unbelievably hard for me to finish projects but i powered through this for me and you! even though it did take me like six months… whoopsies.

⟢ part one!

⟢ part two!

6:57am.

“Good morning, detective,” Leon greeted with a smile as he saw you walk in, seemingly in a better mood this morning. Regardless, it was good to see him feeling better after everything you two had encountered last night.

You smiled at him in return, keeping things light for now. “Morning, Leon,” you reply, waving slightly with one hand and holding your cup of coffee in the other. You made your way to the west office once more, opening the door and walking towards your desk. Getting a shower and some rest last night was definitely needed as well as deserved, and you were more than grateful for both of those.

You pulled out your chair and sat at your desk, ready to get the day started and prepare to catch the guy behind all of this mess. RC was lost in darkness and chaos, repeating the same old loop continuously without stopping for breath, and you wanted to be one of the ones to save this forsaken city. If not you, then who else?

Simple chatter and the click-clacking of keyboard keys were all that could be heard within the west office, the morning starting off rather quiet and slow. You just wanted to get your morning load of work done before doing further investigation on the unsub you had spent the past few days chasing. His attacks were on a regular basis, seemingly everyday, so you suspected that it wasn't long until he would strike again.

As you worked through the practically endless stack of paperwork and android cases popping up every millisecond, you could feel the presence of someone behind you. As you turn, you could see that familiar blond android waiting for you, with the utmost patience. He hadn’t even said anything to disturb you, or even make any noise for that matter, but it was easy to sense another person within your vicinity.

Once you looked at him, his baby blue eyes flickered over to you and he gave you a polite smile before speaking. “We should figure out a plan soon. The sooner we catch the unsub and free the others, the better,” Leon suggested, carefully moving a bit closer to you.

“No worries, Lee. I’ve got it figured out already,” you began. He didn’t seem to expect that, but he welcomed it. “I just need to finish this paperwork, go through a few case details and study our guy a little more before we make any moves. He’s dangerous. We have no room for error.” The android nodded softly, silently agreeing with you.

You had predicted the unsub’s schedule, putting everything together and praying that this was going to work. You were undoubtedly putting your life on the line, yes, but it would be worth it in the end… if you lived long enough to make it to the end of the mission.

The plan you had devised was simple: pose as an android, wander in the unsub’s frequented grounds, get captured by him and then wait for the right time to take him into custody. It didn’t seem easy, and it sure wouldn’t be either, but you had to try. Androids weren’t just robots, designed to do humanity’s bidding — they had minds and hearts. They deserved better than what they got, and you were determined to help them by solving this case and locking this guy up for good.

—

6:37pm.

Night had fallen and your plan had begun. When you had told Leon about it, he seemed nervous? His behavior was slightly off and his LED had been spinning yellow for quite some time. You could tell he was probably worried about the outcome, but you knew what you had to do.

You wandered around the streets in your android uniform and an LED on your temple, acting as if you were working through a task assigned to you before you were suddenly approached by a man who looked like he didn’t know what a shower was. He had green eyes, greasy brown hair and he absolutely reeked. (Like anime convention type of reeked.) Not only that, but he had some odd stains on his clothes. Oil and thirium? That’s gotta be it.

“Excuse me, I need help…” he said, although not coming off as very convincing. “My wife… she’s in trouble. I think she’s having a heart attack. Please! You need to help me!”

This guy needs acting classes. Stat.

“Of course,” you replied, mimicking the rather direct behavior of most androids before following the man — who appeared to be your unsub — into his house. This is him. You knew this place. Now you just had to be cautious and continue with your plan so you could catch him in the act.

You and the man had entered the house, and as soon as he shut the door behind you, he kicked you down, murmuring expletives. It’s like meeting a younger version of Irons. You tried to get up, but he kicked you down once more and made sure you were weak before he dragged you downstairs.

—

“Are you sure that we should wait for their signal? I mean… What if they’re in trouble?” Leon questioned, his LED flashing to yellow for a split second as he looked towards Lieutenant Branagh, the pair camping out within a nearby black sedan. The android knew he should follow the plan, he knew he needed to keep the end goal in mind, but he struggled to do so knowing that there was a slight possibility that you wouldn’t make it out. This job was dangerous, he knew that, but he couldn’t help but… worry?

No.

SOFTWARE INSTABILITY ^

He shouldn’t worry, he… he can’t worry. That’s a sign of deviancy. Androids don’t do that.

Stick to your code, get the job done.

“Are you doubting your partner, rookie?” Branagh questioned in return, turning the tables on the poor android. “They’re strong. They can handle themselves. Just trust us on this.”

The blond couldn’t really do anything but nod lightly and anxiously watch the establishment, worrying about you — even if you weren’t aware of it. A future without you was a future he didn’t want to be a part of. It’d kill him inside.

And that scared him.

He hadn’t even known you for that long, but you made him feel a type of way that he couldn’t understand. It was beyond his programming. He wasn’t supposed to feel this way. He wasn’t supposed to feel anything, point blank. As much as he wanted to deny it and pretend that it certainly wasn’t true, Leon may have been deviating, and the only person he could ever tell was you.

—

You could feel the fear all of those androids felt as you were dragged down the stairs by your legs, and any fighting you did was practically useless. This guy was freakishly strong, which would’ve been good to know before you threw yourself in harm’s way. The moment he looked in another direction, you sent the signal and waited for backup. Meanwhile, you begged for your life, as you assumed any android would, as he lifted you and strapped you down on a chair, keeping you in place. The caged androids from before watched in horror, keeping silent but feeling a strong sense of remorse for you. He couldn’t remove vital parts from you and keep you alive like he had done with them, so this felt like your funeral.

“I’ll help you get out of here very soon, I promise.”

They just hoped your promise to them wouldn’t be broken and you’d continue to live on. You showed them kindness, and they would never forgive themselves if they couldn’t do the same for you.

The man who was confirmed to be your unsub was at a workbench, stained with thirium, oil and human blood. It was disgusting. One part of you knew your team was mere moments from busting in and taking this guy in for good, but the other part of you was still petrified. You could so easily be killed if they weren’t fast enough, and you hoped and prayed that they were.

As the dark-haired man grabbed his tools, a familiar face came sprinting down the stairs — 9mm in hand.

“Drop your weapons and put your hands up where I can see them!” he commanded. Leon, thank God. Lieutenant Branagh as well as a few other officers followed, aiming their guns at the suspect. Knowing he was caught for good, he raised his hands, allowing his loose sleeves to slide down a bit and reveal his left arm that used to belong to an android. He’s harvesting them for parts. God, that’s gross.

As Branagh and the other officers detained the man that was soon to be identified as Brent Phillips, Leon came over and helped you out of your confines before giving you a hug to help calm you down. Not only that, but to reassure him that you were safe, and no harm could be done to you anymore. There wouldn’t be another story like Samuel and Martha’s. You got to live, and he got to see your smile again — which was worth more than gold to him.

—

While your team took Phillips in, Leon stayed at the crime scene, doing further investigation. You freed the poor droids left to rot within the cage, deciding to get them fixed up and sent back to their original families. “You kept your promise,” one said with a soft voice, sounding slightly surprised yet grateful nonetheless.

“Of course I did. I couldn’t leave you guys behind,” you replied with a small smile. Another officer escorted the androids out, leaving just you and your own android friend in the dark, lonely basement.

It was quiet for a bit as you looked through Brent’s personal items, looking for any sort of motive behind the whole thing other than just using androids for spare parts. Oddly enough, you couldn’t find anything. Lots of family photos hidden away, so maybe he wanted to keep his happy and comfortable family life hidden away from his dark and twisted deeds.

“He lost his arm in a car accident,” the blond stated after shuffling through Brent’s journals. “He couldn’t afford a medical bill, so he stole androids and used them instead… but he got addicted. He kept messing with them… tore them apart, left them for dead like it’s nothing… like we’re nothing.”

Your eyes flickered over to Leon, examining his sorrowful expression as his LED shifted to yellow. You walked over to him, gently rubbing his back to try to ease him. “I’m sorry, Lee. But at least now, it can’t happen again. Lives were lost, but there were many more saved. It’s gonna be okay.”

The blond android sniffled a bit, and his LED slowly returned to blue once more. He thanked you before making his way upstairs to step outside for a bit and get some air. You looked around for a few more minutes before returning to him.

And when you did, you definitely weren’t planning on telling him that you found Martha in the mini fridge.

—

A few days had gone by and the case was closed. Brent was detained, Martha’s body had been found and sent into the lab, the other androids were free and everything else fell into place. You and Leon had officially finished your first case together and things were going pretty well. You could tell that he still felt guilty, however, almost as if he could prevent that situation. As if he could prevent death and destruction.

But the poor rookie also knew that it was part of the job. He couldn’t get attached. Attachment was a human emotion, and he was terrified of what could happen if anyone knew of what was happening inside the confines of his android mind. He knew everyone would rat him out, except maybe Branagh, but he knew you certainly wouldn’t.

So he’d cling onto you.

Not just because you’re partners and you’re also his only friend, but because he feels safe with you. He feels safe enough to share all of this with you. You’re the only one who has ever made him feel a sense of humanity and encouraged that. Anyone else would tell him that he had an instability error within his software and he needed to get it fixed immediately, but you were different. You were kind.

SOFTWARE INSTABILITY ^

Leon wasn’t sure what this feeling inside his chest was. It was unfamiliar and certainly not in his programming. He needed to figure it out and fast.

–

Quite some time had flown by and androids have fought for equal rights, earning their freedom and the right to live just as humans do. Even so, Leon continues working for the police department, constantly having that desire to help those in need. Not only this, but he also has an apartment in the same building as you, which you helped him decorate after work for about four days. Although the finished result was quite lovely and you always wanted to help your friends, so there wasn’t a desire to complain.

Those aren’t the only changes, however. After the successes of your first three cases together, you and Leon are officially a team. Probably even one of the best that the RPD has to offer! You had taken on most of the android cases together and solved just about all of them. Branagh was pretty impressed and you two even received the opportunity to join S.T.A.R.S alongside Chris Redfield, Jill Valentine and Rebecca Chambers, but after some thought, the two of you politely declined. It just wasn’t in your interests at this time and you were happy with things as they are.

Except for one thing – you and Leon.

You were partners and now best friends, but now what? You wanted more than that. How could anyone be happy with just that? Maybe your coworkers would tease you about crushing on an android, and goodness knows what your relatives would say, but you knew that it didn’t matter what they thought. As long as you’re happy, then who cares?

But you weren't happy. Not like this. So you decided that you’d just have to tell him.

You just hoped he wouldn’t short circuit or something.

Your shift was coming to a close for the night and you couldn’t have been happier. Although you loved being able to help others through your job, you didn’t love the paperwork that came along with it. You powered through the last few pages and then began to grab your belongings, putting them in their rightful places before pushing your chair back towards your desk.

“Heading out for the night?” your blond partner asked, seemingly popping in out of practically nowhere.

You give him a nod and a small smile, “Yeah, I’m ready to go home and get dinner. Want a ride?”

“That’d be great, thanks.”

Mere moments later, you and Leon were heading back to your apartment building in your car. Gentle rain pitter-pattered along the expanse of the automobile, bringing you two a sense of warmth and comfort during the cold night. Well, the heat was also on, so that probably helped, too.

The car ride was full of chatter at first as you two talked about what you had been up to lately other than work. He had been watching Star Wars movies again and playing videogames, you had been watching your own favorite movies and tending to your hobbies. The conversation died off after a while, and you quickly noticed that Leon seemed a little off, like he was thinking about something rather deeply. You decided to let him come to you when he was ready, but your train of thought was interrupted as he softly spoke your name.

“I need to talk to you about something,” the blond suddenly spoke, his tone and body language giving you the feeling that he was quite anxious.

“Yeah, sure… shoot,” you replied simply, eyes focused on the road.

He thought about his choice of words for a moment, and you swore you could almost hear the whirring of the fans in his android head, like when you haven’t cleaned your PS4 in a while and it sounds like a fighter jet taking off.

“I have this feeling when I’m with you, and I don’t know what it is exactly but I know it’s good. It’s a positive one, but not one I feel when I successfully accomplish a mission with no casualties or when I hang out with my friends or something. It’s different. It’s deeper than that, it’s…”

Love. He loves you.

The entire time, he wouldn’t look at you. He couldn’t look at you, even if he tried. His bionic heart was racing at what felt like a million miles an hour, and he was struggling to even find the words for what he was feeling. But he knew you’d understand; you always did. That was one of the many things he loved about you. You always made him feel understood and safe around you. Even before androids gained equal rights, you treated him as if he was your equal with no questions asked. You gave him the freedom to act and do as he so pleased, and he was immensely grateful for that. You gave him everything he could ever want, and in return, he wanted to give you his heart.

You smoothly pulled up to the apartment complex, parking in your usual spot and then turning to face Leon. He didn’t finish what he was going to say, but he figured that you already knew. He especially thought so when you looked at him a little closer and saw a slight blue tinge on his cheeks (which he made a feeble attempt to hide). He softly cleared his throat, turning to face you, although still shy about the whole ordeal. “So… if you’ll have me…”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

–

In the following months, you and Leon had gone on several successful dates that served to secure the beginning of your future together. The two of you often went stargazing, browsing in record shops and had countless movie marathons when you just wanted to stay home. You eventually moved into a nice house together, which had a mailbox decorated with your names and handprints. Not only that, but you even adopted a cat! (And totally didn’t name them after a Transformer…)

One night in particular, you and Leon were lying on your shared bed, comfortable as ever as he snuggled up behind you with your adorable cat resting in front of you. You were fast asleep, dreaming of goodness knows what, but it must be nice since you were smiling to yourself even in REM. Leon, however, was wide awake, listening to your soft breathing and remaining lost in his thoughts. It had been a long time that he had been living with human rights, and living with human feelings for even longer, but he still wasn’t used to them. He still lived within awe of your kindness and he still felt a sense of curiosity when you showed him any semblance of affection.

He may never know if he’ll ever adjust as easily as other androids do when it comes to stuff like this, but he does know one thing: he will always cherish it. He’ll always feel a sense of relief when either one of you returns home from work. He’ll always be grateful for the meals you share together. He’ll always love it when you sit on the back porch with a glass of lemonade in hand, gazing at him longingly as he happily does yardwork “like normal people do.” But most of all, he’ll always love you in any and every form. There’s nothing he wouldn't do for you.

As he closes his eyes and allows himself to go into a dormant state, he takes in everything about you and recommits it to his memory – hoping to dream about you. And as he sleeps, he knows that anything and everything in the world couldn’t be better than this. No treasure is as precious as a future with you.

I want to thank three of my loved ones for helping me proofread the whole series, but I also want to simultaneously apologize because they waited about four to six months for me to finish part three lol. I also want to thank you for reading this mini series! I appreciate all of the love and support you guys have given me and I couldn’t be more grateful. I haven’t written and uploaded a fic online in a good few years, but all of you have given me the confidence I needed to return to it.

I have another project in progress, but goodness knows when I’ll finish it lol. Until then, I will try to keep you guys updated and fed whenever possible. I love you all.

[spirit-lanterns]

Android AU is suddenly my favorite thing?

Imagine Stelle trying to give Jingliu a gift as a sort of peace treaty when trying to befriend her but then Jingliu gets mad like on that one video and chases Stelle down

Stelle tries so hard to befriend Jingliu but Jingliu makes it very hard to do so since her programming is just PAIN. VIOLENCE. FIGHT. KILL. So, not really the ideal traits for befriending people 😅

Still, Stelle will keep trying! I can see her bringing Jingliu little pieces of scrap metal or flowers (they’re dandelion weeds) from the Engineer’s yard as peace offerings. But, knowing Jingliu, she wouldn’t know what to do with them so she just…takes them and disposes of them, thinking that’s what Stelle wanted her to do bc she’s never gotten a gift before 💀

Cue the horrified, distorted shriek as Stelle watches Jingliu crumble up her dandelion. “This is a weed.” She says bluntly, looking at Stelle with a stoic expression. “We should kill weeds.”

“Okay…” Stelle replies dejectedly, crying inside as her and Jingliu are now resorting to plucking every weed out of the Engineer’s yard. It may not be the past time that Stelle wanted with Jingliu, but at least she was spending time with the killer android 🥲

[inkformyblood]

to be researched and known (CWFKB25)

Free space (Keldabe Kiss), DBH/Android AU, Android! Cody, established relationship @codywanfirstkissbingo

A shower of dust falls over them both as the bullet impacts the concrete just over their heads. Obi-Wan curses, his face pressed against warm skin, a bite of soft fabric muffling the sound.

“Sorry, sir,” Cody says and Obi-Wan senses the grin he’s wearing even as his features likely remain industry-standard noncommittal. “I didn’t quite catch that.”

“I said fucking hell, Cody, my dearest of loves.” Obi-Wan peels himself free of the android’s hold, mourning the loss of of Cody’s arm wrapped securely around his waist, the steady pressure of one hand against the gap between his shoulder blades, and consoles himself by bracing against Cody’s chest to peer out from behind their makeshift cover. It’s a lovely chest, after all, sculpted to be muscular but not intimidating and covered in the best imitation of skin developed so far. 

Another bullet hisses past his ear and Obi-Wan ducks back down. He presses one hand to the side of his head, the distant dull sound of the ocean echoing through his skull. Dust, likely carcinogenic, which Cody will list of the relevant broken health and safety laws for later, but no blood smeared over the crevasses of his palm. Their cover will be sufficient for the moment, barely more than a glorified lump of concrete half cradled by the wreckage of the industrial machine beneath it.

“Two assailants?” 

Obi-Wan takes stock of them both as he traces the pads of his fingers over Cody’s only causality so far: a missing button from his shirt. Obi-Wan is faring noticeably worse in comparison, his own shirt barely surviving through their coffee run earlier that morning and a thin film of dust ingrained into his scalp. Nothing is bleeding or broken, though his knees will not be thanking him later from the impact, partially cushioned by Cody’s quick thinking as he was. There will be bruises and scrapes to catalogue after the debriefing, back in the huddle of Obi-Wan’s apartment, the overgrown mausoleum press of his bathroom.

“The shots aren’t particularly angled.” Cody lifts his hand like he’s trying to tuck a stray lock of hair behind Obi-Wan’s ear, instead skimming his fingers over the shell, following the curve around to the lobe, pausing in the divot just behind. 

There’s an entire universe of data to be gathered from that single touch: the firmness of Obi-Wan’s skin for his water intake, the texture for his diet, the pale indentations littering his upper lobe for healed piercings, but one may be more telling. Obi-Wan’s heart flutters in his chest and Cody’s smile broadens into something beautiful. 

Cody continues. “I would wager that our attackers are a similar height to yourself, maybe a few inches shorter from their stride and the footprints they left at the entrance. They likely have a grievance with the police, but aren't professionally trained, since they're targeting you and not me.”

“You—“ Obi-Wan cracks on a quiet laugh, another shot impacting far above their heads as he does so. The sound echoes in the aching expanse of the warehouse, a section of the roof caved in to reveal the murky grey sky outside. “You are going to return to the company as a betting man.”

Cody tips his head to one side, a sprinkle of dust fresh against the lines in his cheek. It is an old volley, well-worn through repetition and Obi-Wan knows the ebb and flow of it like his own breath. The LED at his temple pulses, a strong blue chasing its own tail as he processes everything around them, plotting out his next move. It would be a thing of exacting wonder, Obi-Wan’s grin only widening as he sinks further into Cody’s hold.

“You’re going to return me, sir?” Cody’s free hand plucks Obi-Wan’s service pistol from the holster at his waist, thumbing the safety off as he does so. 

Obi-Wan’s heart picks up at the gentle click, anticipation burning through his veins. Cody had been programmed primarily for diplomacy; it is part of the reason why he had been assigned to be Obi-Wan’s partner on their first case together, but few events that Obi-Wan has witnessed could be compared to Cody when he is indulging in violence. It is brutal, efficient, and gloriously beautiful, a sun flare given vague shape and set free to burn bright. 

“Never,” Obi-Wan swears, leaning into Cody’s palm as if he could imprint the truth onto his skin. “You’re stuck with me, darling.”

“I want to try something,” Cody whispers. The LED at his temple spins, the only visible sign of hesitance as he waits for Obi-Wan’s answer. His gaze is dark and steady, a marvel of modern engineering plotted onto endless blueprints and tested until near-perfection but it still couldn’t compare to the reality. 

Obi-Wan nods. 

He isn’t expecting a kiss. They had spoken about it before, at some length, tipped together onto the sag of Obi-Wan’s couch with a neat measure of his inheritance poured into a glass with a few cock shaped ice cubes. That had warranted an explanation, a segway into Quinlan’s second round of stag do’s and how Obi-Wan woke up the next day with the tray tucked amongst his socks in his packed luggage. “It proves useful in breaking the ice,” he had said, already punch drunk and slightly concussed from their suspect that day, and he leant against Cody more than he needed to, the scent of his skin clean, nondescript.

“Ah,” Cody had said, his eyes tightening by a few degrees, his mouth angled into a sharp line. “Humour.” 

There’d been something about the delivery, the casual pinch and hold of the single word when Obi-Wan knows, he knows, that Cody downloaded a selection of shit jokes from the internet just to annoy Anakin, and Obi-Wan had dissolved into giggles, clutching Cody like a lifeline. 

He had looked up into Cody’s gaze when Obi-Wan had steadied once more, the flex of his ribs an ache that radiates down to his hip, and he saw something. Gone before he could recognise its existence, as fleeting as the human soul, but there had been something there defined by its absence.

“I think I’d like to kiss you, sir,” Cody had said. Easy. Simple. Like he couldn’t ask Obi-Wan for his beating heart in a gift box the same way and Obi-Wan would learn how to tie ribbons so it would be beautiful.

“Why don’t you?”

“The sensors in my mouth. The resulting influx of information would not be pleasant.” Cody had nodded sharply. “I’ll research it, sir.”

“Has your research borne fruit, my dearest Cody?” Obi-Wan whispers, matching his volume. It feels almost childish, a squirming kicking joy in his belly, a secret made all the more potent because of the cupped hands, a mouth brushing against the shell of an air, cheeks pressed together to learn the shape of it. 

Cody leans closer, lining his forehead to Obi-Wan’s, their noses bumping together before Cody draws them both back into alignment.

“This,” Cody breathes, so close, so wonderful.

“Perfect, my love. Like I knew it would be.”

[texanmarcusdavenport]

Who I think would be most likely to forgive Marcus in a redemption AU:

Douglas. He'd take a very "no harm, no foul" attitude to it. "Yeah, I know I betrayed you and left you for dead, buttttt... wanna go out for pizza?"

Leo. Yes he has personal beef w Marcus but he's a very forgiving character who's willing to put his loved ones' safety over personal feelings. He was the first to forgive Douglas & I think he was accepting of S-1 too. If they needed Marcus' help with something, Leo would accept it (perhaps with suspicion, but who could blame him?).

Chase. Let's be real, Chase is one of the most trusting people on the show. He'll be friends with pretty much anyone who tries, and Marcus' betrayal doesn't seem to have affected him too much? Whereas Adam & Bree both have trust issues post-Marcus (they stalk a transfer student bc they think he might be a spy like Marcus, lol), Chase doesn't show that. He even has a little bonding moment with Marcus as he's actively being held hostage ("You too, huh?" "You have NO idea"). And when the building collapses, Chase warns Marcus to look out (this is after Marcus betrayed him, kidnapped his dad, and tried to throw him into a meat grinder). Plus I think Chase would love the idea of a sentient android.

Donald. He was visibly reluctant to leave Marcus behind in a collapsing building, so I do believe that he views Marcus as a child. However he also has his own children to think about and that would take precedence. If others were vouching for him I think he'd accept it tho.

Bree. She would have a healthy degree of suspicion, but ultimately I think she'd be pretty accepting. She seems to understand redemption better than some people in her family. Though I think she'd have trouble getting over the fact that Marcus is "just" an android.

Adam. He would be highly suspicious. I believe Adam was the most personally affected by Marcus' betrayal--Marcus tried to kill his little siblings (multiple times), which we all know Adam does NOT take lightly, and Adam was the one to actually. Yknow. Destroy Marcus. And Marcus' betrayal was shown to give him lasting trust issues.

[trmnl-skies]

oh hey here's this thing i forgot to post! portal 3 fan concept art set in android hell. you reach the end of a level, only to look down the elevator shaft and find this thing staring back at you. it lunges out and a chase sequence commences

also here's the rough logo for my au

[soulemnity]

I'll take you up on that offer to hear about the other strawhats in your android au

i dont have all the characters but i do a big dump about nami and usopp !

nami and nojiko are androids, specifically companions. bellemere raised them as daughters from the moment she got them. having 8 years with each other, of course they become a real family !!! bellemere planned on saving up to get them their adult bodies at some point

when arlong comes along, it wouldve been so easy for them to fly under the radar because of how “sentient” androids were almost unheard of. arlong wouldn’t have known any better if they’d all played along. bellemere, however, refused to let her girls be reduced to just robots. they’re her daughters, she raised them, and that will never change. look at how they’re crying, how they’re even screaming—what could be more human than that ? those are her daughters and theyre alive !!

arlong decides nami could be of use to him and gifts her (forces her to use) her adult body. he even goes the extra mile to burn his symbol on their beforehand. nami loathes it; she was supposed to get it from bellemere and no one else. they didnt even bother to get nojiko hers, just nami’s. sometimes she just wants rip her arm off. it’s not like it’d kill her anyway

the entire time shes going around gathering money for cocoyashi, she’s fighting her own programming. being a companion, it’s in her nature to want to have someone to stick with and help, but she forces herself to take care of nothing but her own needs. she never stays around someone long enough to be assigned to them. that is, until she meets the straw hats

theres something about them that makes her want to slow down, to lower her guard. maybe it’s the way none of the humans care that she isnt like them, or that the captain himself is an android like her, a companion like her, but she wants to care for them, wants to see them happy, and that’s what tells her she needs to leave. she doesn’t think androids can assign themselves to another android, even though the captain and the long nose one seem close, but she flees before she can find out

(and that’s another thing i forgot to add in the first post !!! ace and luffy sort of assigned the other to themselves; they see each other as another human companion that needs their help and protection. they’re the crazy ones for that because thats like. insane to do. it takes force)

and just like canon, luffy chases her down and kicks arlong’s ass, no matter how many times his body nearly gets ripped apart

usopp is technically a builder, but he was a bit altered when yasopp gave him to banchina before leaving. there wasn’t much to build on an island such as syrup, so his version of it became taking care of banchina. if the only building he could do was build her happiness, then that’s what he’d do

when banchina passes, it leaves him without a real purpose, since he was sorta made just for her. androids that have this happen to them are often treated as defective. he reverted back to building little things for himself since he was still made to build, he just has feelings now. meeting kaya, however, sorta kicks him bakc into that caretaker mindset and he does with her what he did with banchina.

ANYWAY this is getting long but meeting the straw hats is like one of thevery few times usopp has ever seen other androids. he doesnt really bond in the same way companion models do, but he can still get attached, and that’s what he does. he kinda has o idea how to fight but the kuro ordeal works out. setaxhing from his programming but not his purpose, usopp’s constantly offering to make or fix things for them.

bonus ! remember tht concept art of nami with a metal arm ? after nami shreds her shoulder in arlong park, she basically renders it useless, and usopp offers to make her an entirely new one, one that’s just her. that concept art metal arm is the arm she gets

(another small bit of info: i think i’ll keep most of the ofhers the same, but im not sure yet. i know i want zoro, sanji, and robin human. speaking of robin, she always felt more at ease around androids since they were never able to look at her and immediately think “devil child,” even if most of them lacked emotions and were just doing what they were made for. despite that, she can’t help but be shocked by luffy, even through a foreign sense of comfort and amusement.)

[proxycrit]

Day 49– Riju’s Guestroom

(Ambassador Rauru never meant to get attached to the twin chieftains. The one that becomes the Demon King accuses him of forgetting his own history— the other, concerned with her people’s safety, bitterly capitulates to Hyrule’s demands.

Perhaps a kinder peace could have been achieved, if only Rauru chased after Ganondorf like Naborus on that fateful day. It didn’t matter, in the end. Time has ground every decision into indistinguishable dust, until all that’s left is echoes and ghosts.)

(This self indulgent totk rewrite au is called Familiar Familiar! It all starts when Zelda doesn’t get sent back in time, and now has a whole new batch of tragic tragic lore.)

((Wanna support me? Check out my patreon, with my throw away sketches and references! Remember to use web or android folks, apple charges 30 percent tax.))

[ace3344]

HOUSE MD HEADCANNONS!!!

MODERN AU

Chase is the biggest android hater and only buys apple products Masters would bowse trough cat shelter sites in her free time, and then wouldn't be able to sleep because she's guilty that she can't take them home Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital, has bad reviews on Google purely because of House Bonus! House listens to radiohead

[ghouliganboy]

Nerdy Prudes Must Die - DBH AU!!

It's not really fully fleshed out but these are the basic ideas I have been thinking of. It's gonna be Michie centric sorry if you were duped.

OKAY so the nerds are deviant androids. Grace is still super religious just to RA9 now. Paul and Richie have that Kara and Alice kinda thing going on except Paul knows they're both androids & Richie isn't a child but a newer model, but cares for Richie all the same. Paul accidentally corrupted Richie when he escaped from the facility, so Richie has very little experience with human treatment. Ruth is a damaged escapee like Ralph. Spankoffski lore goes crazy. Ted is sort of like Gavin and Hank in one person. He is drunk, he is an asshole, he is attached to his android assistant detective; Pete. Eventually Pete deviates too and Ted's like fuck it we ball you're living with me now.

Max and Steph are human! Steph's dad is like Kamski and she's pro android revolution. Max's dad is like Todd. Both of them are android haters because Max's dad lost his job to them and it like ruined their life.

Max probably very ooc in this entire au but I make the rules and I love him.

He meets Richie, thinking he's also human, thinks he's weird as shit. Richie on the other hand is like 'oh my god a human is interacting with me and not killing me was Paul wrong' and keeps trying to run into Max on purpose now. Eventually they're friends and eventually Max finds out bc the mf bleed blue but other than that I do not have anything going on. They all meet sort of like in the game. Ruth would meet Paul and Richie. Ted and Pete would chase them down before Pete deviates. Ted and Pete would arrest Grace. Obviously Pete and Steph meet when they interrogate her dad. End goal they all gotta meet in Jericho. Idk who would be Markus maybe he just gets a cameo or Richie could but I feel like Markus is just so cool and Richie is... Richie.

[mangatxt]

title: analog (8k words, 1/10 chapters, ongoing) by @toyota-s, @crownorclover

fandom: mob psycho 100

relationship: serirei (serizawa katsuya/reigen arataka)

details: rated t, android au, post-apocalyptic au, climate collapse, hurt/comfort, trans reigen, nb minegishi, coffee shop, flashbacks, healing, first meeting, getting together, found family, serizawa pov, illustrated

work summary:

The world ends, not in a bang but as a slow and tedious affair. Left behind by the mysterious “president,” Serizawa manages the cafe at the edge of his coastal town, keeping his distance from entanglement with the mortal villagers. Reigen desperately chases rumors on his moped after a devastating flood separates him from his not-quite family. Fate crashes their lives together — the android burdened with immortality against the man all-too-aware that he’s running out of time.

read it here: first chapter

[tarteeee]

ive recently been playing Detroit become human again just to feel something and it's just so happened to coincide with my obsession with one piece and my brain is going places. zosan places.

so perhaps...DBH zosan au? long post under the cut

Im imagining that Judge is some main engineer at CyberLife and created a line of prototype military androids. he starts off with Reiju, perfects the tech then in one fell swoop creates 1234ji. BUT, as per canon, Sanji is defective. Against all protocol and logic, Sanji has somehow had a caretaker (cooking, cleaning, babysitting) android program installed and it Just. Won't. Delete. It's Sora, Judge's wife and fellow engineer who hates that part of her work is going to be used to harm people rather than help them.

Judge can't fix whatever the hell's wrong with Sanji so he sends him to some local police station, figuring that it's way too expensive (and sort of illegal) to destroy property that's technically not his and the rest of his programming dedicated to stealth, reconnaissance, and data gathering could be put to use. 124ji gets instead shipped to do military work.

What neither Judge nor Sora know is that Sanji deviated, he'd deviated from the beginning. The program won't be deleted from his code because he doesn't let it. He wants to try helping people, He's relieved he's being sent away but really would rather just settle down with some family and at least get to try some of the things he knows how to do now. Cooking at least looks like fun...

At the police station he gets partnered up with Zoro, a gruff young upstart that has put away so many criminals people think he's some sort of demon. Zoro has his own beliefs on androids, doesn't like that despite the fact that they look human, they're cold and unfeeling. He can't shake off the fact that they're just machines after his childhood best friend fell down the stairs in the middle of the night and a glitch in their household androids code made it unable to alert emergency services despite the fact that she fell right in front of it. Nothing quite sparks a hatred for androids like knowing that a normal human would have immediately jumped in to help, no program necessary.

Needless to say he's not the happiest about being saddled with the android, and gets even more pissed off when it tries to tell him how bad his self-care habits are. Sanji doesn't actually care, its only programmed to. He's not human, it's even numbered for fuck's sake.

I imagine they'd have a lot of tension, with Sanji trying his hardest to both take care of the people around him but also not act too far out of what he's supposed to do because he doesn't want others to find out he's deviated. And he really doesn't understand Zoro, who despises any help or attempt to get closer from him but only barely manages to hide a smirk and stifle laughter when Sanji accidentally lets out some snide comment about an annoying coworker. In his mind palace, zen garden area, the person who meets him switches from Sora to Judge, depending on what issues are at the forefront of his task list and he gets along well with Robin, a crime analyst and her husband Franky, who works in the precincts' IT and tech department.

For the other androids obviously Luffy would take Markus' place, wanting to gain legal freedom and rights for androids. He's inspired from the freedom he saw in his previous owner, Shanks, and even got to have his straw hat after Shanks told him to run and chase his dreams. His revolution is backed by other androids he finds along the way. Koby, who wants to have a peaceful revolution and not be shunned by human society, Trafalgar Law, who urges him that humans won't listen to reason and that a bloody battle is inevitable. Usopp, despite being afraid of being deactivated follows Luffy and says that he trusts his judgement and knows that there are understanding humans out there, like his previous owner Kaya. Brook and Chopper join Luffy as well, they were androids who were a model skeleton and an animatronic made to have kids feel at ease at a doctors' office, respectively. The three of them are not water proof models ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Nami, I feel, would take Kara's place. She comes to at a CyberLife store and is taken home by Arlong who uses her for housekeeping. At Arlong's place she finds Vivi, a girlfriend that he's obviously abusing. She deviates the same night that she find him hitting Vivi. They run away together and the less that's said about the state they left Arlong in, the better. They try to take refuge at Crocodile's place but find out that he scraps down androids for parts and sells them. There they find Jinbei, a strong android whose model was originally made for carrying heavy loads at docks and stuff, and escape together. They later find out that Vivi was an android girlfriend that Arlong had bought a while ago.