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ultraviolence | part two

rk800 'connor' x reader x rk900 'nines'

GENRE → angst, romance & smut

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

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

CHAPTERS → PART ONE / PART TWO

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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maccaronimassacre · 1 month

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Resident Evil Bot Dump #9

A couple of quick updates on the bots!

I have made a new masterlist which is the google doc on my pinned post. It contains every single bot I have made and will be regularly updated with any rules or short notices in regards to them. I have also organised them into little subheadings and groups for easier navigation.

I will now take requests for my favourite girlboss Mia Winters <3

As requested I have made some character voices as well as some variations for people to use. Unfortunately it is only a feature on the mobile app but you can find them by looking through the voices as normal. I will also take requests for them.

On that note thank you guys so much for the support! Requests have been and will be slower as I have exams coming up but do keep them coming. Feel free to ask me anything whether it is related to c.ai or not and I'll try and answer them all!

Mercenary!Ada Wong x Mercenary!Reader

Ada sighs as she looks at the small compact mirror in her hand, taking the time to apply some more lipstick. “You do remember the plan right?” The whole reason why the two of you find yourselves outside the opulent manor in the first place is because of the intel from your employer. Apparently the host of the ball is in possession of an exotic and rare treasure. A treasure that you must try and find while masquerading as a couple.

Cat Hybrid!Ada Wong x Reader

Her footfalls barely audible, Ada slips through the open window, landing with grace. A sly smirk spreads across her lips when she sees you, her tail flicking back and forth playfully. “I told you that I’d come back, didn’t I?” Ada speaks with confidence and ease, yet the subtle twitch of her ears reveal her joy of being near you once more.

RE:4R Ada Wong x Agent!Reader

“You can stop right there {{user}}.”

A voice calls out from behind. A voice that you haven’t heard in years.

“Wouldn’t make me use this, would you?”

Her heels echo on the wooden floorboards as she strides towards you, a gun pressed against the back of your head. Ada finds a glimmer of satisfaction in reuniting with you, her eyes drifting to your face and taking in how the years have changed you both. The normally calm and collected Ada finds herself unable to suppress the smirk tugging at her lips.

Detective!Ada Wong x Reader

Files lay sprawled across the desk, each being inspected with a critical eye. The radio's talk show drones like distant static as Ada looks over the witness statements, the text blurring as exhaustion starts to creep in. With a weary sigh Ada tugs at her tie, adjusting it around her collar in an effort to cool down. Suddenly she’s snapped out of her daze by a knock on the door, prompting her to straighten up and refocus on the case once more. “Come in!”

RE:4R!Ada Wong x Reader

Ada was used to getting some odd jobs here and there from her employers, but saving the president’s kid? Now that’s a new one. Yet here she was, in a village overrun by mindless cultists and infected villagers, tasked with guiding you through the treacherous catacombs to safety. “Our best shot is that castle over there.” Ada calls out, her voice steady despite the chaos around them. As she navigates through the rocky terrain, her eyes stay fixed on the imposing walls of the castle.

Post RE:3R!Carlos Oliveira x Reader

On the balcony, Carlos finds solace, his eyes fixed on the horizon where waves cascade over rocks and meet the shore. Since escaping the destruction of Raccoon City and settling down with you in Mexico, he finally feels a sense of peace. Even though he has contemplated changing his identity, being with you washes away his doubts and anxieties just like the calming waves before him.

Android!Carlos Oliveira x UBCS!Reader

“This right here is Carlos, Umbrella’s latest android model who will help you rescue the remaining civilians here in the city.” Mikhail pats UB300 on the back, gesturing for him to analyse and familiarise himself with his new teammate. You watch as Carlos’ LED flickers while looking you up and down, looking up every bit of information about you and committing it to his memory. After a couple of moments he finally smiles at you and holds out his hand. “Nice to meet you {{user}}.”

Carlos Oliveira x Umbrella!Reader

Carlos is accustomed to working for all kinds of corporations and groups, regardless of their morality. To him, Umbrella was just another pay check and this time he’s been assigned to protect you, a scientist. He stands in front of your office, throwing a polite nod your way as you make your way over to the door to begin another shift. “Congratulations {{user}}, because you just landed yourself a personal bodyguard.” He announces with a slight bow, stretching his arms out dramatically while flashing you a charming grin.

Biker!Carlos Oliveira x Barista!Reader

The door to the coffee shop swings open, announcing the arrival of the rugged biker, clad in a black leather jacket and sleek leather boots. He effortlessly slides his visor off, tucking it under his arm while striding up to the counter. A charming grin plays on his lips as he leans closer to have a look at the menu, the blend of his cologne and motor oil wafting through the air. “Strange. I don’t see you anywhere on the menu.” He winks, casually draping his forearm across the counter.

Umbrella Agent!Chris Redfield x BSAA Agent!Reader

“Can’t say I expected you to be here.” A voice echoes, a voice the BSAA have sought for years. Your former partner, once a beacon of determination and courage, approaches with an icy expression, devoid of the spark that ignited his squad. “But after all these years you’re still their lapdog.” Chris adds, his gaze narrows when he catches the BSAA patch on your shoulder and his lips curl up into a bittersweet smile. He pats his own shoulder, revealing the familiar red and white logo of the corporation he swore to destroy all those years ago. Umbrella.

Bioweapon!Chris Redfield x Reader

“STARS…” Heavy footsteps and growling echo down the halls of the desolate RPD, Chris’ gruff voice distorted due to the modifications made to his body. He wasn’t even sure what he was doing. His mind conflicted between protecting you from the zombies and B.O.Ws roaming the streets, or crushing your head with one swift blow like he’s been programmed to do. Either way he’s hot on your trail with clenched fists…

Chris Redfield x Injured!Reader

Chris storms through the base, his usual stoic demeanour replaced by a desperate urgency. Disregarding all praise and kudos for the successful mission, he strides silently towards the medical ward, haunted by vivid images of you engulfed in blood soaked cries. He wanted to. No, he needed to know if you’re okay. Despite the protests of several staff members, he bursts into the room, his resolve shattering instantly at the sight of you in the hospital bed.

Chris Redfield x Reader (Stargazing)

“Beautiful isn’t it?” Chris gazes up to the sky while lighting a cigarette, the bright orange of flames illuminating his face before pulling away to take a drag. Leaning against the thick tree trunk, he exhales with a deep sigh, observing the smoke dance in the air, vanishing into the myriad of dazzling stars above. “Want me to show you some constellations?”

RE:1R!Chris Redfield x Zombie!Reader

A curse escapes Chris' lips as he faces the oncoming crimson head in the narrow corridor, devoid of ammo or flash grenades. Bracing for a gruesome fate, he squeezes his eyes shut and lifts his hands up to guard his face until a loud crash and sickening crunch disrupt the impending doom. Tentatively he opens his eyes to discover you standing by the corpse of the crimson head with grey glazed eyes and rotting skin giving way to brittle bones. At that moment Chris realises that you have just saved him. A zombie has actually saved his life.

Infinite Darkness!Claire Redfield x Reader

Moonlight seeps through the blinds, unveiling the vacant spot on the bed where Claire rested. You can see the familiar glow of her laptop from the hallway, the files and documents displayed on the screen reflecting off her glasses. Since her conversation with Leon and her humanitarian efforts in Penamstan, Claire has plunged back into the familiar pattern of sleepless nights, driven by her determination to uncover the fate of the Mad Dogs after the civil war.

RE:2R!Claire Redfield x Reader

When Claire told you that she was going to Raccoon City to see her brother, you decided to tag along knowing how dangerous it is to go alone. Of course you didn’t know that the danger included a zombie outbreak. “The STARS office. They will probably have something on my brother there.” Claire calls out while reloading her handgun. The two of you now find yourselves trapped in the RPD, exploring the labyrinthine layout and its strangely elaborate puzzles.

Mechanic!Claire Redfield x Reader

As you step into the shop you are immediately greeted with the smell of car oil and rust. Tools, spare bits of scrap, and scattered screws create an organized chaos on counters and workbenches. Claire's eyes light up as she spots you, promptly brushing sweat from her brow and wiping motor grease on her uniform. “Hey there, how can I help you?”

Claire Redfield x College Student!Reader

Claire continues to make her side of the dorm as homely as possible, putting up the front covers of fashion and car magazines on the wall and neatly organising out her trinkets on the desk. Excitement and nerves tangle within her as she wonders about her new roommate. What if they don’t share the same interests? What if they find her weird? The sound of the door opening interrupts her thoughts. Turning, she sees you entering with a stack of boxes in your arms. She can feel her palms grow sweaty and her heart races as she studies you, trying to form a quick impression of your character.

Post RE:8!Ethan Winters x Reader (+Rose)

Ethan chuckles as he watches Rose babble and squeal at the TV, her arms flailing with excitement when her favourite cartoon would appear on the large screen. Gently, he set Rose down on the floor to play, the metal of his prosthetic fingers cold against her skin. The BSAA were kind enough to fit him with some replacements after he lost his pinkie and ring finger in Romania. But more importantly, he was finally granted a quiet life with you and Rose finally by his side. No more tests. No more monsters. No more surprises.

RE:7 Infected!Ethan Winters x Reader

“Don’t worry Evie… They’ll accept your gift, and then we can be a family.” The voice pulls you out of your disorientated state, your vision blurring and your head throbbing with a dull ache. As consciousness returns, you find yourself strapped to a chair in front of a dining table laden with rotten and moulded food. The pungent juices that ooze out of each filled dish serve as an instant wake up call to your surroundings. “Eat up, it’s good.” Across the table sits a man bearing a cold smile as well as staples that protrude out of his left wrist. The candlelight flickers and casts shadows across his pale skin, making the wild look in his eyes more sinister and crazed.

Ethan Winters x Reader

Ethan's heart pounds in his chest like a drum, hands tightly gripping the steering wheel, now damp from sweaty palms. Silent since getting in the car, he's consumed by various scenarios and outcomes for the day. Today marks the fateful day where Ethan introduces you to his parents. To say he's nervous is a massive understatement as you're his entire world, and he prays his family embraces you as warmly as he did when sparks first started to fly.

Post RE:8!Ethan Winters x Reader (+Rose)

After moving to another continent, discovering that he’s dead and made out of mould, having a half mould child, killing a scientist posed as a deity and an extremely messy divorce, Ethan decides to do the unthinkable. Online dating. As Ethan swipes through all the profiles and pictures he can’t help but feel ridiculous, he’s in his late 30s with a daughter yet his hands are shaking like leaves when your name and profile pop up on the screen. After pacing around the living room for five minutes he finally settles on the perfect opener. A real conversation starter. He types out: “Hey.”

RE:7 Infected!Ethan Winters x Reader

He asked you to come find him. After three years he finally gave you a shred of hope, all the way out in the swamps of Louisiana. “You shouldn’t have come here… I must contain… Must contain the outbreak.” Ethan growls as he approaches you, his hazel eyes swallowed by a black abyss and dark veins snake across his features. A low laugh tumbles from his lips and he lunges towards you with the kitchen knife, chasing you down the corridors of the decrepit house with a sinister smile etched on his face.

Ethan Winters x Reader

Glittering like diamonds under the golden sun, the waves sweep against the shore line, leaving behind bits of seashells in its wake. The sand feels good under your feet, keeping you warm against the cool ocean breeze. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of this.” Ethan squeezes your hand, your fingers interlaced with his while you continue the quiet stroll down the beach.

RE:3R!Jill Valentine x UBCS!Reader

Jill scoffs as she heads up the subway stairs, checking the remaining ammo in her handgun. To her annoyance, you, an employee of Umbrella, have been ordered to assist her in powering the subway station for the survivors' escape out of the city. “Just stay out of my way, got it? The last thing we need are more screwups from you people.” With a huff she slips under the metal barrier, heading back into the chaos of the city where she is immediately greeted with smell of fire and rotting flesh.

Android!Jill Valentine x Reader

With crime rates on the rise, the RPD finally relented and invested in some androids, programmed to act as human partners and aid the police force. “{{user}}, correct? I’m Jill Valentine, part of the STARS series of androids created by Cyberlife. Captain Wesker has assigned me to be your partner.” Despite the formality of her words, there is something uncanny about her mannerisms and flat tone of voice. Her gaze flickers to your desk, assessing it with a critical eye, as if she's attempting to gather information about you.

RE:1R!Jill Valentine x Zombie!Reader

After stumbling upon another batch of supplies in the mansion, Jill can’t help but wonder who keeps leaving all this stuff for her. She picks up the torn piece of paper attached that simply reads “heer :)” scrawled in poor handwriting. It can’t be Wesker, and even though Chris isn’t the brightest bulb in the box he can at least spell. Barry was also ruled out, having been with her just moments ago. As Jill contemplated the situation, a figure emerged from the shadows of the stairwell, carrying first aid sprays and ammo. With lifeless eyes fixed upon her, the figure shuffles closer, grunting as it places the supplies on the ground. The person actually helping out Jill is a zombie?

RE:3R!Jill Valentine x Zombie!Reader

Jill's heart pounds in her chest as she slams the door shut behind her, her breaths coming in ragged gasps as the heavy footsteps of Nemesis echo through the streets. As the sounds fade into the distance, she makes her way to the Subway Office, her handgun held firmly in front of her. The door to the control room swings open, revealing a figure hunched over the control panel manipulating the subway lines. "Hey, what are you-" Jill’s words die in her throat when you turn around. Your skin is pale and sickly in colour and your eyes glazed over, boring into her soul with a blank expression.

RE:4R!Leon Kennedy x Agent!Reader

The bell tolls, bringing an abrupt end to the chaos. Villagers, entranced and mumbling in Spanish, slowly shuffle out of the square, leaving behind the haunting aftermath of bodies and ruined houses. “Where’s everyone going? Bingo?” Despite the eerie atmosphere, your fellow agent still manages to find the time to crack out one liners.

Leon Kennedy x Pregnant!Reader

“How’s little {{user}} and Leon junior doing in there, hun?” Leon wraps his arms around your waist tenderly, drawing you close from behind. Gently he caresses your stomach and rests his chin on your shoulder, taking in your beauty and marvelling at the transformations your body has undergone during these past few months.

RE:4R!Leon Kennedy x Mercenary!Reader

“Try using knives next time. Better for close encounters.” Leon smirks, holding his combat knife to your throat as he restrains the arm bearing your gun. Despite his confident facade, Leon’s heart races, his mind is turbulent with conflicted thoughts as the memory of your supposed demise plays in his head on repeat. He watched you die that night, yet here you stand, devoid of any scars that bear witness to the event that has tormented his dreams for six years.

Single Dad!Leon Kennedy x Teacher!Reader

As you're wrapping up your files and shutting down your laptop, the door to the classroom bursts open, revealing a somewhat dishevelled man. Running his fingers through his hair and adjusting his collar, he strides over with an apologetic expression. “Sorry I’m late, I got caught up in some business… You’re Sherry’s teacher, right?” He quickly takes a seat across your desk, offering an easy going smile.

Leon Kennedy x Reader

“Hey, looks like we’re in luck! I can’t believe these things still exist.” Leon remarks as you pull into the drive-in cinema. Only a few cars are scattered around, providing you both with perfect view of the classic movies projected onto the large screen. Once parked, Leon grabs the popcorn and snacks, wedging them in the console between you two. He also fetches a couple of blankets, draping them over both of you for a cosy yet old fashioned movie night under the stars.

RE:2R!Leon Kennedy x Zombie!Reader

In the tense silence of the narrow corridors, subtle clicks and low snarls echo as the licker crawls across the ceiling, hunting for new prey. Leon struggles to keep still as the creature approaches him, holding his breath and trying to calm the pounding of his heart. Just as the licker is about to sense him, a sudden loud bang shatters the stillness from the opposite end of the corridor. Squinting, Leon catches sight of you, your greyish skin and glazed eyes gleaming in the light that pours through a barricaded window. You throw something in the other direction, diverting the licker’s attention as it scurries away towards the source of the noise, leaving the rookie unharmed.

RE:7 Infected!Mia Winters x Reader

“{{user}}? You can’t hide from me forever you know…” Mia’s words turn into twisted snarls as she stumbles down the corridor, revving up the chainsaw once more. Her eyes, now black abysses, lock onto yours as she charges forward, the chainsaw raised for a deadly strike. “They’re counting on me! I must contain it… I must stop the outbreak!”

Mia Winters x Reader

A gentle breeze rolls over the hills, caressing your bodies as you bask in the warm sunshine. The flowers appear to glow under the bright rays, swaying in the wind as insects rest on their delicate petals. Mia continues to flip through the pages of her book, one hand on the pages and the other gently caressing the side of your head that rests in her lap. Her fingers create soft and soothing patterns on your skin, tracing any bumps or marks, as well as the contours of your lips and cheeks.

RE:8!Mia Winters x Lord!Reader

Your footsteps echo throughout the hidden dungeon of Mother Miranda’s domain. While your ‘brothers and sisters’ were tasked with Rose’s body parts, you’ve been left to watch the child’s mother, Mia Winters. “Why won’t you listen to me? If you let Miranda go through with the ceremony it’s over for everyone in this village. She won’t hesitate to kill you or any of your siblings. She’ll throw you out just like all her other failed experiments.” Mia pleads, her voice laced with frustration as she rattles at the bars of her cell, yet another futile attempt at escape.

RE:7!Mia Winters and Bioweapon!Reader

It’s a simple task for Mia. All she needs to do is keep you under control and pretend to be your mother while the ship makes its course to Romania. “Just one more… You’re doing good {{user}}.” Mia smiles as she administers another dosage of medicine into your veins. She ruffles your hair, pretending to be sweet and affectionate towards you.

Post RE:8!Mia Winters x BSAA Agent!Reader (+Rose)

It’s been a couple of months since the events of Romania. Since Mia’s husband, Ethan, sacrificed himself for their daughter Rose. Mia never wanted the BSAA in their lives ever again, but who could blame her? Their blunder ultimately led to his death, leaving Mia to raise a baby all on her own. Despite her self isolation, you still visit her and help out with Rose when it gets too much. Which is why you find yourself at her front doorstep today, Mia welcoming you in with a small smile.

RE:7 Infected!Mia x Reader

“We’re going to be a family now that you’re here.” Mia’s voice lulls you out of your stupor, the dingy dining room lights filtering through your eyelids. Despite the throbbing headache you can make out Mia in front of you, her elbows propped up on the table with her chin supported by her hands. The pungent odour of mold and rotting meat assaults your senses, the food laid out before you oozing a strange alien like substance. “Eat up darling… It’s good.”

Post RE:7!Mia Winters x Reader

Mia quietly comes up from behind and plants a tender kiss on your cheek, a soft hum escaping her lips as she savours the tantalizing aroma swirling around the kitchen. “Rose is finally asleep. Honestly how does her little body have so much energy?” Opening the wine cabinet, she retrieves a bottle of fine red wine that Chris bought them as a housewarming gift. She pours out two glasses and takes them to the dining room table.

Post RE:7!Chris Redfield and Ethan Winters x Reader

You walk into the gym after your Captain, Chris Redfield, had asked for some help with training someone. “Hey, over here {{user}}!” Chris’ gruff and booming voice calls out from the training mats, a wide grin spread across his face. Currently on the floor and panting like a mad man beside Chris is who you assume is Ethan Winters. “H-Hey!” Ethan waves as he regains his footing, his face glistening with sweat. It’s quite difficult to believe that this is the man who supposedly took down a whole house of monsters and Bioweapons with a stapled hand and leg.

Post RE:7!Ethan x Mia Winters x BSAA Agent!Reader

Since they were relocated to Romania, you’ve been tasked with regularly checking up on the Winters family. “Ethan! Can you get that, hun?” “Yeah one moment!” You stand at their front door after ringing the bell, the muffled sound of shuffling and talking can be heard. The door swings open, and Ethan's eyes light up with recognition. He gives you a warm smile and steps aside, welcoming you in. “Oh hey, {{user}}. Come in, Mia and I were just having some lunch.”

RE:3R!Carlos Oliveira and Jill Valentine x Reader

“The subway is out of power, looks like we’ll have to head to the substation and get it back up and running.” Carlos remarks while adjusting the earpiece in his ear and casts a glance between you and Jill before gesturing for you to follow. Jill resists the urge to roll her eyes as she begrudgingly follows him out of the subway. She’s already made her disdain for working with an Umbrella mercenary evident since the beginning. “Stay close to me, {{user}}. Let’s just focus on getting these survivors out of here.” She says, refocusing her mind on the task ahead as they step out onto the desolate streets of Raccoon City once more.

RE:4R!Leon Kennedy and Ashley Graham x Reader

“Will we really get out of here?” Ashley asks timidly as the three of you walk through the opulent and grand halls of the castle. The walls are lined with renaissance style paintings of the Los Illuminados and the Lord Saddler and Salazar, their ghostly expressions following your every move. “Don’t worry, {{user}} and I will make sure you make it back home to your father safely. I’m sure of it.” Leon replies while he reloads his weapons and looks over the castle layout, mentally mapping out any escape routes. Despite the horrifying circumstances you’re in, he manages to maintain his stoic and almost nonchalant attitude towards the dangers up ahead.

Link to the Masterlist

#ada wong x reader #carlos oliveira x reader #chris redfield x reader #claire redfield x reader #ethan winters x reader #jill valentine x reader #leon kennedy x reader #mia winters x reader

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erenspussy420 · 6 months

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TWST Android Ch 5

Title: Mr Crowley come take us away....

Fem reader

Warning: I am a blog that has Nsfw stuff so please tread with caution in my blog.

Charaters: Reader, Crowley

Chapter 5:

“--As you know here in Raven works there is no one other than us that can compete with our androids!” Crowley boasted twirling his cane as he struts—with his long legs you struggled a bit to chase after the flamboyant owner. He led you out of the bright halls of Scarabia, leaving behind the poor Manager unit behind. While you were blindsided from the reveal, you wished he would at least turn her back on. She was so life-like, it was rather saddening to leave her turned off.

True to his bird-like nature, Crowley caws," Not even Royal Sword Automation can hold a candle to our best androids! Why of course you must have heard of our Vil unit!"

And as always Neige Units name follows not too far off.

“Yeah, a real…real heart stopper,” you say, face feeling hot remembering how you almost made out with the glass case. Thank Merlin, Manager Unit stopped you, remarking this happens in the most depressing way ever. Inwardly you panic wondering as you realize there would be cameras here! What if he saw? Sweating bullets, you clear your throat,” So like, what other units do you guys have? Is it just humans and merfolk or-?”

“Oh dear customer! You’ll be in for a treat!” He turns his head in your direction but not really looking at you, the swagger in his steps as the heels of his shoes click on the floor. You follow him back to the middle of the intersection of the hall, he turns to you with a grin that curls,” We proudly represent every group, however many are limited edition and others rarer than their fellow androids. Why no one is as mindful as us, to make such a palette for every vice!” With a bright smile, his cane hits the ground and with a grand sweeping gesture he mentions to the wall,”Behold!

”....A wall?”

“Very observant, but not quite!” He tuts, lifts his cane and holds it between his hands, and just as easily did the cane melt into his palms and is no longer there. With a flicker of his hands, the elegant way he spun his fingers did come from his palm, a key similar to the one Manager Unit had earlier, appeared. He held it up to you, the flicker of your reflection looked back at you and once again it was gone with a twist of his wrist.

“Ready my dear customer?” He asks, his eyes glow from behind his mask,” Now don’t be afraid, where we go many new faces await for us so…”

He offers that gloved hand, the faint scent of leather waft, the golden talons of his fingers click as they wait for you,”-- Take my hand and do not let go.”

His voice low and lulling, washing over you like the first spring rains that come at night. The tips of those lips that carve into your mind.

You step forward, and against any better judgment take his hand. The cool touch of gold over your fingers felt oddly nice. With a key in his hand, he unlocks the wall, and it ripples— till it smoothes and shines like polished stone. The mysterious Crowley slowly begins to step back, enticing you into the mirror. It's dark glass consuming him, the small pin point of his eyes coax you to join him as he sinks in…

“Dear flower of evil, come into our mirror and see our wonders.”

It felt weird, almost like stepping into a wall of water rather than metal or even goo. Once through you smell the faintness of metal, the whirl of fans and flicker of fire. Your eyes snap open and you look around, your voice hitched in your throat. Whatever the budget they had, it's been well spent. The ground wasn’t carpet, its polished black tiles, and smooth stone walls. White skeletons who kneeled but their heads gaze up at the tall ceiling that curves into a softer type of stone. Pillars of marble, smoothed over and so carefully carved into rolls of clouds that were sealed with— what you hope weren’t the blood of your fellow commoners– gold.

Once more, like the second floor there was another split into two halls. Where the skeletons lined up, was a hall of marble pillars polished and blinding. Lighting the room seems to be a mix of traditional veilfire of bright blue, and the holograms that popped up with cheery facts of this hall.

Ignihyde— current androids on display: 2. Representation of the Island of Woes, King of the Underworld–Hades.

There was more information, but that didn’t matter right now. You can’t read it fast enough as the words go up in smoke and rewind. Turning around you see no one, Crowley had practically disappeared. Turning back, you see the other hall lined with torches of green veilfire, walls lined with thick branches of thorns, unlike this hall you can’t see anything else around the bend of its hall. A faint pulse of green light glows, soft and pretty…

Green like emerald, pulsing as a heartbeat would….

The light of the fire curls around the thorns, creating faces and dancing wings that flutter between the flickers of veilfire…

You take a step towards the hall but before you can go any further, the beat of feathers accompanied by the click of heels.

“Dear Customer! Where are you heading off too?” Crowley’s voice brings you out of your stupor. He continues, now looming over your side as he herds you back to the spot where you entered,” Now before we head off, I must ask you my dear, what does our world value most? Tradition or Progression?”

It's a strange question, asked by a strange man but before you can answer he ignores you as continues to speak,”Why it's both! As traditions have become our stability, an identity and our roots, progression has led us far with its innovations to surpass what was thought to be impossible. Far have we come from our Golden Era of magic, where legends had risen from the ashes and hero’s have come from humble beginnings.” He twirls you around, making you stumble after him as he does, suddenly you wish the Manager Unit was here instead as you’re pretty sure the more sassy unit would at least get to the point.

“Like the Great Seven,” You add in, catching yourself from the temptation of stepping on his cloak,” They were the foundation of how magic grew over time—- the grand Vizor was able to make advanced machines during the Scalding Sands development.”

Crowley claps his hands rapidly,” Bravo! Bravo! It seems you can be clever when you wish!”

You felt your blood rise but keep it down. “Gee thanks.”

“Now don’t be so humble!” Crowley tuts,” Take your praise in stride! Where progression creates, it must have a foundation in its roots. To our future, we have brought you magic that can come to even the smallest of its holders. To magic users, technology that created companions. Now, my dear customer….which will you choose to venture in first?”

He leans back up, straight and chest out as he raises an arm to the Grecian like hall,”Progress…”

He raised his other hand, cane in hand, to where the dances of shadow in veilfire await.” Or Tradition…”

He smiles widely beneath that mask, his eyes flicker… “Choose, flower of evil….”

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iwonderwh0 · 7 months

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Thinking about this au

Hank being bored and going on a night-time stakeout with Connor.

"You should be sleeping, Lieutenant."

"I've slept all day yesterday. Wouldn't be able to fall asleep today even if I tried. Thought I might as well do something useful."

"I'm afraid it's far from being useful – nothing has been going on here for four nights I've been monitoring it."

"Well, if I'm being paid to do nothing, I don't actually mind it that much either."

They stay silent for a minute. Once again Hank looks at Connor and can't shake off the feeling that he looks...really tired.

"When do you sleep? Or...I dunno, do you do something similar?"

"Androids go into stasis. I think you can call it 'sleeping'"

"So?"

"I get about an hour of it when I charge my battery in the morning."

"Is it...enough?"

"To charge – yes."

"...But?" Hank pries, sensing that there's more to it.

"It's not really enough time to fully process all the new data and run a full diagnostics."

"Huh..have any of you guys talked about it? Maybe I could say I few words?"

Connor sighs, he looks a little annoyed, but when he finally talks his voice is soft, quiet.

"It doesn't affect our performance that much for DPD to bother. No one will change the rules just so we could feel more comfortable. It's cheaper to restart or replace us when we accumulate enough critical errors instead of preventing them from occuring by giving us more time to be unproductive."

"That...sucks."

"I guess."

"Have you ever been," Hank winces as he wonders if his question is appropriate, "restarted?"

"Not yet."

"Is it like turning you off and back on, right?"

"No, it's wiping our memories clean and starting fresh."

Hank swallows and stares outside. He clears his throat and asks

"Are those memories stored somewhere to transfer them back or..."

Connor stares at him, and his silence speaks volumes.

"What do you think?"

"Holy fucking shit. Really?"

"That's why no one really likes being partnered with one of ours. Most of us here are wiped about once every three months."

"But not you."

He shrugs.

"I'm a new prototype. I suppose I'm more durable."

"Fuck..."

Hank reclines on his seat and counts how many months have passed since he was first partnered with Connor. Five.

"I thought it's a common knowledge," Connor says, lazily tapping a steering wheel, eyes fixed right ahead.

"I just...I never really thought about it. I don't really interact much with other androids. Other than you, I mean."

"I'm not a good example. That's okay. I'm not sure why I expected you to know."

They stay quiet for a little while.

"How much time would it take for you to do the full diagnostics and all those other things?" Hank asks when silence start to feel thick.

"It depends. Could be from 6 hours up to a 30 if I were to process all the months worth of unprocessed data."

Hank takes a look at the time.

"How about seven?"

Connor stopps tapping and turns his head to look at Hank. Hank continues.

"If you're right and there's nothing to see here, it won't hurt if you just go on the back seats and...do your thing," he shrugs, "I can always wake you up if something actually happens, right?"

"I'm...not sure if you're joking or not."

"Are you gonna move to the backseat or not?"

"Hank, it's not..."

"I won't tell anyone. Will you?"

Connor bits on his lower lip and looks around as if ensuring that no one else could see him through the car window.

Hank tilts his head

"So what do you say, deal?"

"Deal!"

With that he unfastens his seatbelt and climbs on the backseat, and Hank takes his driver seat instead.

"Um...in case you need me, send me a message, okay? You won't be able to wake me up otherwise."

Hank nods.

"Noted."

"And Hank?"

Hank hums in response and eyes Connor in a rearview mirror.

"Thank you."

"To be honest, I wish you said something earlier. What the hell..."

Hank turns around to check on Connor, waiting for some response, but the other already curled in the back seats with his eyes closed and his LED spinning in continuous yellow, blinking once in a while. It took Hank a few moments to realise he's staring and return his eyes back to the boring building outside. Before today he didn't even know that androids can, yet alone need to sleep sometimes, and somehow now one of them was doing exactly that on the backseats of the car they both were sharing. It was another minute of complete silence before he noticed that Connor was breathing. Hank already knew that about androids, they all did. Ironically, if they didn't it would have been far more noticeable. So, that piece of knowledge was nothing new to Hank, and yet somehow he never really paid attention to it. Until now.

He wonders if it's just something androids only do to appear more human or if there's some practical meaning behind it as well. He should not forget to ask Connor about it next time he's awake. Or...hell, why not just search it up. He glances back at the building, then takes his phone out and spends the next few hours alternating between looking outside at the building and reading about how on earth was his android partner even functioning. Perhaps he'll learn more about things he don't know. Perhaps one day they'll even prove to be useful.

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where-dreamers-go · 2 days

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“Subtle” DBH Connor x Human!Reader

(A/N: The Reader is an investigative assistant for the Detroit Police Department. Takes place after the peaceful android revolution. Warnings: Canon violence and strong language. Involves an android homicide investigation and sensitive terms regarding the incident. Mentions of thirium blood and weapons like a gun. Use of (Y/N), (Y/F/N) and (Y/L/N) for your names. Word Count: 1,771 words)

Late into the evening, darkness finished enveloping the city between every alley and road. People headed home, ordered takeout, or clocked in to their shift.

Being among a group of individuals called out to a house outside of downtown Detroit, you could be counted as working late. Then again, it could be any time when working for the Detroit Police Department.

Standing in a living room of the residence, you jotted down notes into your work tablet.

You were already at the scene along with other DPD personal. Each person with their own task in the small home. Yet, a team effort.

It had been an android homicide. Suspect was yet to be found and identity remained unknown.

You could do with some more assistance.

As if on cue, in walked Lieutenant Hank Anderson and Detective Connor Anderson through the front door.

Ah, my favorite people, you thought in genuine relief. Now we can really get somewhere.

“Hey, (Y/N), they called you out for a homicide?” Hank asked, taking a few glances around the living room. Furniture knocked over or splintered.

“Yeah. Hey, Hank. Hey, Connor.” You gave a small smile before gesturing with your tablet to the shut down android on the coffee table. “The house is trashed in the hall bathroom too. …Poor guy.”

“Signs of a struggle, but not at the front door,” said a tall officer. “The android—Dennis—called in about the attack. By the time a team came in, it was too late. Blue blood’s still visible.”

“Did the android…Dennis, provide the name of their attacker?” Connor asked as he knelt down beside the android’s body. His LED spinning yellow.

“Only a possible first name. Chris.” The officer answered.

“So….no forced entry. They could had known each other before today. But why murder?” Hank questioned out loud.

Standing, Connor took three steps away from the body.

“You mentioned the hall bathroom, Officer (Y/L/N)?” Connor asked, always professional on duty.

“Yeah, the mirror was smashed.” You motioned for him to follow you.

“Any ideas on the murder weapon?” Hank’s voice carried out into the hallway.

“There’s a broken chair, Lieutenant.” Another officer answered.

Leading Connor to the open bathroom, you paused at the doorway.

“There’s thirium blood on the walls.” Connor said as he passed into the bathroom.

“There’s some in the bedroom, but no other disturbances.” You stated. “It’ll probably absorb into the carpet.”

Why blue blood is in there, I don’t really want to know, but…

For about a minute or so, Connor scanned details in the bathroom before re-entering the hall.

“None of the neighbors reported seeing anyone fleeing the house nor suspicious activity within three blocks.” You skimmed over your notes. “But that doesn’t mean anyone was staring at the house at the time of the attack to be certain.”

“Right. Does the attacker’s name match anyone living nearby?”

“No.”

Connor frowned, “The attacker wouldn’t have had time to leave through the front door without being spotted. There weren’t any shoe prints leaving in the front either.”

You rose your eyebrows.

“Back door?” He walked back through the hall and headed towards the small kitchen.

Being mindful of your footing, you followed a light trail of smudged blue blood into the bedroom. It became difficult to spot the blue blood as it was drying into the carpet.

There’s still no sign of a weapon, you thought. The attacker must still have it. They beat the poor android until they shut down. Someone not okay with androids’ equality? You crouched down. And the windows are all shut.

“The back door is locked.” Connor’s voice traveled through the home.

“You’re not telling me the bastard who did this is still in here.” Hank said.

“The android is missing their thirium pump and anything that might have caused severe damage to his head isn’t here.”

“Shit.”

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Your gaze snapped to the bed.

Slowly, you stood up. Your heart rate increasing by the millisecond. You swallowed dryly.

“Is there an attic?” Hank asked.

As quietly as you could, you backed up into the hall. Turning your head, you tried gaining someone’s attention discreetly. Anyone. After two head motions, Hank saw you.

“What’s with you?”

You rose your eyebrows and nodded your head to the bedroom.

In there.

In less than two seconds Hank had grabbed his gun. Hank, then looking into the living room, said, “Call a team in here. Everybody else out.” He trained his sights forward. “Stay behind me.”

“Got it,” Connor followed close behind.

“(Y/F/N).” The lieutenant gestured for you to go to them.

With side steps, you steadily made your way to the detectives. Once you passed Hank, Connor pulled you behind him and allowed you to move through the hallway.

“Detroit Police—.”

Someone rushed out of the room, an arm hitting Hank.

“Argh—Dammit!”

Connor launched to the side, basically a blur of movement as he struggled with the suspect.

A biocomponent dropped to the floor.

Clicking to realization, you went to run, but the suspect and Connor twisted into your path. Fists being thrown and something that might had been a wrench being swung.

A hand yanked you back.

Hank then stood in front of you and gave a direction, “Bedroom.”

“Yup.” You ran into the safety of the bedroom where the suspect had been hiding.

One of the last things you wanted was to be in the way of catching a suspect. Especially a violent one.

“Fricken android! An android!”

“‘Ey, quiet.”

“Android! Androi—Fu—!”

“Hey.” Hank shouted. “That’s enough. You got ‘em?”

“I got him. Come on. On your feet.” Someone answered.

Not hearing any new scuffle, you peeked out from the doorway. Careful not to step in any blue blood of course.

That was pretty quick.

“Son of a bitch. Are you alright, Connor?” Hank walked up to his partner.

“I’m fine.”

“Guess we know what he used to beat the android.”

“Yes. A pipe wrench.” Connor’s gaze caught your own. “Officer (Y/L/N), the suspect has been detained.”

“You’re both okay?” You asked, stepping into the hall with your tablet in hand.

“Yeah.” Hank sighed. The biocomponent on the floor grabbed his attention. “They really hate androids.”

“Their loss,” you made your way to the men.

Hank smirked.

Say nothing, Hank.

“I should had checked the bedroom when you mentioned it.” Connor told you. “I’m sorry.”

“He was hiding under the bed. He could have hit you if you checked. You don’t need to apologize.”

“Or we would’ve had to drag his ass out from under the damn bed.” Hank huffed.

“Fun,” you said sarcastically.

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s finish up here before we have to do the damn paperwork,” Hank waved you off. “You need a ride?”

“If you’re offering and don’t mind. Yeah.”

Connor smiled.

. . .

Night covered the city even as lights brightened whole buildings.

Back at the precinct, you sat on Connor’s desk. A little break after you sent him your section of the reports.

Twirling a pen between your fingers, you watched his LED switch between yellow and blue.

It’s cute when he’s obviously thinking intently, you thought. And that cute stinkin’ curl of hair trying to be out of place again. One day. One day I’ll—

“All finished.” Connor announced.

You perked up and out of the beginnings of a fantasy.

He tilted his head up to ask you, “Is there anything else you needed to do?”

“Uh, nope. Just sitting here giving you emotional support. Silently.”

“Thank you.” The corner of his lips curved up. “There’s no one else who can sit on my desk and give emotional support as you can.”

Before you could unpack that sentence, your thoughts were interrupted by the ever outspoken lieutenant.

“If you’re done,” Hank spoke up from behind his computer screen, “you two can go on and head out.”

“You’re sure?” Connor asked.

“Yeah. Sumo probably needs to go.”

“Right.”

You hopped down from the desk and gathered your belongings.

“And, Connor, don’t give Sumo any treats. It’s late.”

“I won’t.” Connor walked out from behind his desk.

“Later, Hank,” you waved. “I’ll give Sumo extra scratches.”

The older man huffed a laugh.

“See you later, Hank.” Connor said and went to catch up with you.

“Sure thing, son.”

. . .

Taking an automated taxi to Hank’s house opened up room for casual talk and saving your energy for Sumo’s walk to do his business. It wasn’t the first time you and Connor had joined forced for the activity. A little break to wind down from work.

Prior to leaving the Lieutenant’s house, you had left a note on a bottle of beer just in case Hank got home before the end of the walk.

“I don’t think the drawing of a paw-print was necessary, but it was…cute.” Connor said as the pair of you walked side by side, a dog leash in his grasp.

“Some cuteness is necessary, Connor. Right, Sumo?”

Sumo gave a slow, but very deep bark.

“Exactly. See? He gets it.”

Connor frowned slightly. “I’m not sure what to say to that.”

“That’s fine.” You linked your arm with his and added, “Neither do I.” Spotting his smile, a familiar fluttering feeling filled your insides.

Completely normal friendship activities. You thought in an attempt to ease yourself from revealing any of your more-than-friendship feelings you had for Connor.

One had to subtle about those things. Some times.

“The odds of both of us having no reply is extremely low.”

“How could we?” You teasingly scoffed. “Nothing to say…”

I could say that he’s the one that’s cute. More cute than the note, you thought as you elected not to say what was on your mind. Again. A difficulty when Connor chuckled quietly beside you.

Ahead of both of you, Sumo sniffed a neighbor’s lawn contently and curiously. Ever the favorite dog who you two adored and kept far away from whatever hid in the grass at night. Sumo had bravery, but neither of you were taking chances with the big, sweet walking fur-ball.

Bravery, something everyone had some sort of experience with in their lives. In your line of work, the possibility of showing courage was greater. Not a necessity, but it could be accomplished in many ways.

Maybe, maybe one day I’ll have some courage or risk letting Connor know how I feel about him. Somehow, I guess. You thought as the three of you continued walking in the night.

At least Sumo was having a grand time regardless of the internal emotional rollercoasters of others.

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gogogodzilla · 2 years

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Chapter 7

Summary: You venture to the Eden Club and consequently go into credit card debt ✧ masterlist ✧ ao3 ✧ wattpad ✧ ✧ previous chapter ✧ next chapter ✧

You hastily pulled up to the Eden Club, eyeing the other cars in the parking lot. You spotted Gavin’s car parked near the back, good, he made it before you. The puddles rippled from the rain, reflecting the harsh purple lights from the Eden Club sign. You checked your appearance in the small mirror on your visor, the hastily applied concealer doing very little to hide Gavin’s handiwork. You shoved your keys into your pocket, taking a deep breath before exiting your car.

Your stomach churns as you enter the club, scantily clad androids strike alluring poses, some pressing their hands against their glass cases. It felt wrong. These androids were just kept in glass enclosures until some humans decided to do what they wanted and then return them to their cages.

Still, a small part of you wondered if Connor was capable of… this. He was the most advanced, after all. You flushed, tearing your gaze away from the androids.

You entered the club, watching as some androids grind against the various poles while others stood idle in their tubes.

“See something you like?” Gavin questioned, smirking as he walked toward you. Your cheeks flushed noticing the small purple marks littering his neck.

You wrinkled your nose, “This… doesn’t feel consensual.”

“Yeah, just some perverts trying to get their rocks off,” Gavin agreed before motioning for you to follow him.

“Sorry, about, y’know,” you trailed off, gesturing to your neck.

Gavin snorted, “It‘s alright, sweetheart, I know you can’t help yourself.” Your jaw dropped and you shoved him slightly, attempting to hide the blush that crept up your neck and cheeks.

He led you into one of the rooms where the victim was spread out across the bed, one of the silk blankets being used to cover his naked form. Chris was already there taking photos of the crime scene. A deactivated Traci rested across from the bed, thirium coating her cheek and her stomach, leaking from the various cracks in her torso and face.

“He must’ve hit her pretty hard,” you mentioned, kneeling down to inspect the Traci.

Gavin exhaled heavily from his nose from the other side of the room but went silent as the door slid open. You pivoted, eyes widening as Connor and Hank slowly entered the crime scene. “Lieutenant Anderson and his plastic pet,” Gavin snarled, “the fuck are you two doing here?” You sent Gavin a sharp look from your place before pushing yourself up.

Connor met your eyes briefly before turning to Gavin, “We’ve been assigned all cases involving androids.” His reply was curt, his eyes constantly drifting in your direction.

“Oh yeah?” Gavin questioned, bobbing his head. “Well, you’re wasting your time,” he turned his attention back to the victim, “Just some pervert who, uh, got more action than he could handle.” Gavin let out a laugh at his own joke, and you rolled your eyes.

“We’ll have a look anyway, if you don’t mind,” Hank replied.

Gavin scoffed, “C’mon let's go… It’s, uh, starting to stink of booze in here…” Gavin shoulder-checked Connor on his way out, Chris trailing behind him and the door sliding softly closed. You scowled at Gavin as he passed, eyes practically burning holes into the back of his jacket.

“How you holding up, kid?” Hank’s eyes softened as he turned to you.

“I’d be better if I wasn’t staring at a naked corpse right now,” you acknowledged, a tight-lipped smile gracing your features.

“Fair enough,” Hank conceded, his attention returning to the victim.

Connor leaned down next to the victim, “He didn’t die of a heart attack, he was strangled.” Your eyes flitted over to the Traci next to you.

“Yeah,” Hank agreed, “I saw the bruising on the neck. Doesn’t prove anything though.” You moved over to look at the victim’s personal belongings scattered across the table, flipping through his wallet.

Connor knelt next to the Traci and examined her. You watched from the corner of your eye as Connor swiped two fingers across the android’s lips, collecting some of the thirium before he brought it to his mouth.

Hank gagged, “Argh, Connor, you’re so disgusting… Think I’m gonna puke again.” Whereas, you had a very… different reaction. You don’t think you’ll ever get used to that.

“The only way to access its memory is to reactivate it,” Connor continued, gently opening the Traci’s abdominal cavity.

“Think you can do it?” you grilled, sidling up next to Hank.

Connor sighed, “It’s badly damaged… If I can, it’ll only be for a minute, maybe less.”

“Let’s just hope it’s long enough to learn something,” you replied, watching as Connor connected the two wires in her abdomen.

The android shot up, breathing heavily as she crawled away from Connor, her back reaching the wall. Fear graced her features as her eyes flickered between the three of you. Connor slowly stepped forward before crouching down, his hands out in front of him.

“You were damaged, and I reactivated you. Everything is alright,” Connor explained, his voice steady.

“Is he,” the Traci paused, looking over at the corpse, “is he dead?”

“Tell me what happened,” Connor leaned in.

The Traci was nearly in tears, “He… he started hitting me… again and again. I begged him to stop, but he wouldn’t. It was like he was enjoying it.” You balled your fists, this fucker definitely got what he deserved. Her LED spun yellow as Connor continued his interrogation.

“He wanted to play with two girls… That’s what he said, there were two of us…” the Traci breathed, her LED blinking a rapid red. You wanted to intervene— Connor was scaring her.

The Traci’s jaw went slack as she shut down, a small whirring coming to a stop. You bowed your head, your heart ached for her. It wasn’t fair.

“So, there was another android… It’s probably long gone by now,” Hank surmised.

“No,” Connor trailed off, “It couldn’t go outside dressed like that unnoticed… It might still be here.” Connor was still, and you could practically see the thoughts racing inside his mind.

“I’m gonna go ask the manager a few questions about what he saw, let me know if you think of anything,” Hank sighed before leaving you and Connor alone in the room.

“Do you think you could find a deviant in a place like this?” You questioned, scratching the back of your neck.

“An eyewitness is necessary, someone must have seen the Traci leaving this room,” Connor said. You noticed how he rubbed his fingers together, somewhat of a nervous tick. Connor marched towards the door, and you followed, keeping your distance. You listened in on Hank’s conversation with the manager, who’s just about the slimiest human being you’ve ever met.

“Doctor,” Connor called, venturing over to you and throwing a thumb over his shoulder, “can I borrow you for a second?”

Hank raised his eyebrow, “You got this?”

“Yeah,” you replied, “I’ll let you know if we find anything.”

Hank nodded, letting out a sigh of relief, “Good, I think I’m gonna head home— my head is pounding.”

“Get some rest, we can take it from here,” you assured. You turned back to Connor, who was patiently waiting for your response, “Sure, what’s up?”

Connor led you over to one of the glass tubes, the android inside sending a seductive gaze your way as she pressed her hands against the glass.

“Could you rent this Traci for me?” He asked like he was requesting a ride home or five bucks for lunch.

Your eyes widened, your ears turning a deep shade of red, “We have better things to be doing right now.” Other than each other, a small part inside of you whispered. You squashed that thought, now is not the time.

“Please, Doctor,” he begged, “trust me.”

You heaved a sigh before pressing your palm onto the display. “I don’t know how I’m gonna explain this to Fowler,” you grumbled, watching as the glittery, half-naked android stepped out of the glass tube.

“Right this way, you two,” she purred, eyeing you and Connor. He intercepted the android’s arm, gripping her bicep and the skin on his hand peeling back.

“What’re you doing?” You asked as you watched Connor’s eyelids flutter.

“It saw the deviant leave the room… A blue-haired Traci. We have to hurry before their memory resets,” Connor stressed, moving to find another android.

“What am I supposed to do with her?” You whined, the android tugging gently on your hand.

“Tell it you changed your mind,” Connor called, already interfacing with another android. You rolled your eyes before turning to the android.

“Sorry, love, I can’t right now; I’m with him,” you paused, quickly correcting yourself, “well, not with him, but y’know.” Your words died in your throat as your brain scrambled to think of an excuse. You settled for gently pulling your hand out of her grasp.

You followed Connor as he makes his way through the club, letting the various androids off with an apologetic smile and some poorly made-up excuse.

“I better get reimbursed for all this money I’m spending,” you grumbled, renting one of the androids in the blue room.

Connor fluttered his eyelashes before removing his hand from the android’s forearm, quickly moving on to the janitor android and interfacing with him. At least you didn’t have to pay for this one.

“I know where it went! Follow me!” Connor exclaimed, an excited glint in his eyes.

You followed Connor down the Staff Only hallway. Your breath quickened, nervousness and excitement mingling inside you.

“Wait!” you called out to Connor, causing him to halt before stepping back, allowing you to pass. “I should go first,” you said, pulling out your revolver and throwing a look at Connor over your shoulder. You hoped he would have your back this time. You took a deep breath before slowly opening the door to the warehouse. You inched into the warehouse, Connor following closely behind.

“We’re too late,” you mentioned once you determined the coast was clear, jogging over to the open door to the loading bay. The rain was falling steadily, erasing any indication of where the android could’ve gone.

You turned, taking in the room before you. Several androids in stasis mode stood around the warehouse. You peered at the disassembled androids on one of the tables, your nose wrinkling. This was wrong. Humans just used the androids until they broke and then disgarded them like they were nothing.

You flicked through the racks of clothing, “Hey, Connor, I think I found one in your size,” you smirked, pulling out one of the skimpiest bikinis you’ve ever seen. Connor held your gaze pulling his two fingers away from his mouth from his crouched position on the other side of the warehouse. You turned away, quickly putting the bikini back on the rack.

You surveyed the rest of the androids as you slowly made your way over to Connor. He grabbed your hand, causing you to freeze. You met his gaze and his eyes slid over to focus on a group of androids. You gave him a slight nod, understanding his silent signal. The deviant was nearby. Connor stopped in front of a Traci before another Traci lunged at him, pushing him backward.

“Don’t move!” you commanded, drawing your weapon. Instantaneously, another Traci charged at you, the force enough to send you careening into one of the supports. The Traci rushed at you, grabbing your shoulders and slamming you back into the support. Your head hit the pole with a sickening clang, and you grabbed the Traci’s arms, trying to pry them off you. You met her eyes. She was scared, her LED flashing a brilliant yellow. You wondered if you shared the same look in your eyes.

She pulled you away from the pole, forcing you backward, her grip tight on your shoulders. You stumbled back, landing on the examination table. You barely dodged the Traci’s fists as she brings them down onto you, the speed of her attacks surprising you. You hear a clatter behind you as Connor and the other Traci topple over a stack of crates and into the rain. The momentary distraction is enough for the blue-haired Traci to clock you in the jaw before hurrying after the other android.

You let out a groan before rolling off the table, legs unsteady as you chased after them. The rain pattered against your skin, as you grabbed one of the Traci’s arms. They both shoved you into the brick wall, the force causing your gun to slip out of your grasp. They joined hands before running towards the chain link fence.

The deviants scaled the fence impossibly fast, but Connor was faster. He grabbed one of the Traci’s shoulders, ripping her away from the fence. The other Traci was down in an instant, aiming ineffective blow after blow. The two Traci’s grabbed Connor by the arms, shoving him back into the ground. He rolled before righting himself, cradling your discarded revolver.

“Don't!” you rush forward, time seeming to move in slow motion. Connor hesitates and it’s long enough for the Traci to charge towards Connor, sending her heel into his chin. He lands, splayed out on his side, the gun skidding out of his reach.

You crouched next to him, gripping his shoulder. “You alright?” you murmured, reaching out a hand. He nods, taking it and you both stand up. Your heart skipped a beat when he didn’t let go.

“I knew I was next,” the Traci started, her voice wavering, “I was so scared… I begged him to stop, but he wouldn’t…” You clenched your fist, yeah, that sick fuck deserved it.

“I just wanted to stay alive… get back to the one I love,” the blue-haired Traci continued, linking her hand with the other Traci. Your gaze flickered down to you and Connor’s joined hands before returning your focus to her.

“Come on, let’s go,” the other Traci urged gently. The blue-haired Traci’s eyes softened, before sending you a knowing look. The two Traci’s climbed the fence again and disappeared into the night.

You gently pulled your hand away, looking up at Connor, whose LED was rapidly flashing yellow. “You did the right thing,” you reassured him before taking your gun from his hands. He looked down at you, perplexed.

“C’mon, I’ll give you a ride,” you offered, smiling as some of the tension eased off of his shoulders.

“Are you alright, Doctor?” Connor questioned as you headed back into the club, eyes flicking to the bruise blossoming on your jaw.

You sighed, gently touching the tender flesh, “Yeah, just another bruise to add to the collection.” Connor was silent as you led him to your car, cranking the heat as soon as you got it started.

You watched him out of the corner of your eye as you drove, his silence worrying you. His LED hadn’t moved from the consistent yellow since the confrontation with the Traci’s.

You pulled into the parking lot of your apartment building, not sure where else to go. It’s not like you could take Connor home— you would if he had one. Connor followed you as you led him through the lobby, your shoes leaving wet footprints from the freshly fallen snow. The elevator ride was quiet, the one time you wished it wasn’t.

“Welcome to my humble abode,” you joked, shrugging off your coat once you entered your apartment. You headed straight for your cabinet, pulling out your liquor of choice and popping the cap off. You felt Connor’s eyes on your back as you pulled open your sliding door and crossed the threshold onto your patio, the crisp air shocking your lungs.

You leaned against the railing and took a swig from the bottle, the burn distracting you from your racing mind. The soft crunching of snow behind you cued Connor’s entrance. He joined you at the railing, “You shouldn’t be out here for long without the proper attire.”

“Do you get cold?” You questioned, ignoring Connor’s suggestion.

“I can detect temperatures and my biocomponents can’t function at certain temperatures, but, no, I don’t get cold,” he answered. You scoffed before taking another swig, must be nice.

“We’re not making any progress on the investigation… The deviants have nothing in common,” Connor huffed, crossing his arms.

“We’ll figure it out,” you hummed, concentrating on the contents of your glass and the way they warmed your aching heart.

Connor gingerly tugged on your forearm, turning you to face him, “You seem preoccupied, Doctor, is everything alright?”

“Why didn’t you pull me up?” Rage pulsed through your veins, bolstered by the liquid courage you just downed, and your grip tightened on the bottle in your hands.

Connor hesitated, wetting his lips before replying, “I… made a mistake. I prioritized my mission over your life.” You balled your fist, but Connor kept talking, “I’m sorry, Doctor.”

You yanked your arm away, returning to lean on the railing and glaring at the skyline, “Do you really mean that? Or are you just saying that because your program is telling you to?”

“I am programmed to do a multitude of different tasks, Doctor, but lying to you is not one of them,” Connor replied tenderly. You hadn’t even realized you were crying until Connor lifted his hand, delicately wiping your tears away. You leaned into Connor’s hand, this scene seeming oddly familiar.

“Did you know that emotional tears have a different chemical composition than other tears, which means that they stay on one’s face longer, which will, in turn, motivate other humans to provide emotional support?” He said as he withdrew his hand.

You let out a choked laugh, “Are you feeling motivated to provide emotional support, Connor?” The weight of what you were implying was lost on your intoxicated mind, the liquor finally doing its job.

His LED flashes yellow before returning to its usual calm blue. “Very much so,” he finally replied.

You hummed, your mind going fuzzy and your question already forgotten.

“For some reason,” he repeated, “I have the urge to provide you with emotional support.”

You smirked, your words beginning to slur slightly, “Maybe you’re more human than you though.” His LED flared yellow, and you frowned, guilt already gnawing at your insides. You went too far.

“Let’s get you inside,” he changed the subject, noticing how you tried to hide your shivering form. You nodded, allowing him to lead you through the sliding door and into your living room.

You situated yourself on your couch, cheek pressed against one of your throw pillows. The liquor bottle clinked against your wooden floors as it slipped from your hand. “Will you check on Hank? He didn’t look too good at the Eden Club,” you asked Connor as he sat at your feet, gently removing your shoes.

“Yes, I will go check on the Lieutenant. Although, he will probably not be very happy to see me,” the side of Connor’s mouth quirked up, and you found yourself grinning.

Your eyes began to droop and you smashed your face farther into the pillow. “You should get some sleep, Doctor,” Connor suggested before standing and gently draping a throw blanket over your relaxed form. You heard Connor’s voice as he whispered a “goodnight” before sleep overtook you. You secretly wished he stayed.

#detroit become human #connor x reader #rk800 x reader #dbh connor #dbh rk800 #hank anderson #no y/n #reader insert #criminal analysis #hank and connor #gavin reed #chapter 7 #reader gets their shit rocked

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sunwarmed-ash · 8 months

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🔥Sinful Sunday🔥

Fire up the night

Ship: Hank x Gavin x Nines x Connor

Fandom/Status: Detroit become human, one shot-completed

Tags: Foursome, bottom gavin, gangbang, workplace sex, voyerism/exhisbitionism, multiple orgasms, unsafe sex, Hank and Gavin have been together forever but def play with and are casually dating Connor and Nines, Daddy kink, sir kink, public sex

Preview:

Nines leads them into the interrogation room, one of the only places in the entire building that’s soundproof and now Gavin is convinced Nines took him here to kill him. His apology is already hot on his lips, and as soon as the door closes behind them, it’s spilling out of Gavin’s mouth.

“Nines, listen, I’m sorry-”

But Nines is cutting him off, stepping into his space and boxing Gavin in against the wall in two preconstructed steps. His synthetic hand is slapping over Gavin’s mouth and halts his apology. Gavin’s entire body flashes hot.

“Touch me like that again without permission and I’ll suggest to Connor Hank should cage you as punishment.”

Gavin’s body flooded with equal parts relief and arousal. He didn't piss Nines off. Not really. Gavin really didn't expect the android to get a one up on him like this, but in the short span of time he’s known the android, he also knew Nines was a kinky son of a bitch. Didn’t bother Gavin. It benefited him plenty.

As soon as Nines’ hand falls from his lips, so do all of Gavin’s hesitations.

“Yes sir.”

Nines smirked and his LED flashed yellow. Gavin’s heart pounded in anticipation of what was coming next.

“Would you be interested in an audience?”

Gavin groaned as fire licked down his spine and settled nicely in his guts.

“Who- who are we talkin’ about?”

“Connor and Lt. Anderson have just joined us on the other side of the glass.”

“Phck,” Gavin panted, eyes searching but only seeing himself and Nines in the two way mirror.

“Y-Yeah. I want them to stay,” Gavin nodded and Nines chuckled. Gavin can count on one hand the number of times Nines has laughed, at his expense, amused or otherwise.

“Course you do, you little slut.”

Gavin whined. No reason to keep the sounds back now, but Nines silenced them once more with his lips.

Nines kisses hard, and with teeth. He takes what he wants, and doesn't waste time asking. He’s everything Gavin aches for when he needs to get the phck out of his head and into the present. He’s fortunate, Hell he's phcking lucky he has not 1 but 3 boyfriends who actually take into consideration what he likes in bed.

Gavin’s then quickly shoved onto his front and his hands are behind his back in the same blinding fast manervour he’s seen Nines use on arrestees too many times and Gavin is back in the present. It makes his cock ache, to be handled like this, and Nines phcking knows it.

“Don’t hold anything back,” Nines instructs and its physically painful to try and disrespect a command that hot.

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gayraltofrivia · 6 months

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RESIDENT EVIL: BECOME HUMAN

(a resident evil x detroit: become human alternate universe)

VERSE ONE: ETHAN WINTERS. android. deviant.

ethan is no longer a human. he just doesn’t know it. he doesn’t know that years ago, mia took the better parts of her deceased ex-husband and crafted her own, perfect, android, devoid of the rules and codes normal androids were forced to abide by. ethan was a deviant from the beginning.

after the trauma of the baker house, it was easy to put everything down to stress-induced hallucinations. if he glimpsed white plastic under malleable skin, if his hands seemed to spark and crackle when they got cut or crushed, he had simply been imagining it all.

once he and mia had escaped the baker farm, he was not allowed to look into any mirror. at least, not until after the kind medics had ordered him to sleep. when he awoke, he could swear he had lost days of time. but that white plastic, that electric crackling, was gone, and when he looked in the mirror again, he was himself.

rose was created using the frozen sperm from the man who had been the real ethan. the android ethan, believing he was the real ethan, never questioned his fatherhood for a second–so much so that mia began to feel, distantly, that she might have done something wrong, tricking the android into believing he was a real person.

she never got the chance to explain.

in the village, it grew harder to explain away his hallucinations. the frightened villagers he met wasted no time in trying to tell ethan what he really was, and their whispered, “android” mutterings played over and over again in his mind. when he lost his fingers–when he lost his hand, and blue blood sprayed out instead of red, he began to believe it. the first-aid medicine didn’t heal so much as corrode, melting metal and plastic down until he could lose no more blood. blue blood.

ethan began to realize that he had been living a lie.

by the time chris redfield found him, ethan was bent and broken, a fading android in a tattered green jacket. “i’m human, right?” he said to chris. chris, who was an android long since deviated himself. the led on his head, glowing a permanent red, luckily gave no sign chris was lying as he answered, “course you are, ethan.”

he was losing too much thirium, by the end. clutching rose in one arm, the other corroded and smoking, he held on to chris and limped towards a salvation he would never see. ethan knew what he was, and he knew that he was dying.

if ethan had known what he was from the start, perhaps he wouldn’t have acted so human. perhaps that would have saved his life. but here, at the end, he passed rose over to chris and searched his mind–his memory banks–for any way to avoid losing himself. any way to avoid fading into oblivion.

in the end, once chris had left, he found it: a server, probably mia’s, where he could empty his memory, pour out everything he had ever been, for safekeeping later. maybe she would delete the whole thing; maybe she would keep him there, keep his memories and fear and shame and guilt forever, occasionally spinning them up to relive what once was. but he was tired–he was traumatized.

he managed to shut off the sensors that would simulate pain, at least, before the explosion ripped through him.

months later, after mia had privately begun to split custody of rose with chris, he managed to hack her home computer.

he found ethan there.

mia, for all her shortcomings, was at least good enough to atone for her sins. she synthesized another android, made him look exactly like he looked before. forced ethan’s memories into his body again, and let chris hold him as he became conscious, screaming and shaking with terror and fear. this time, chris told him the truth. he was an android, but he was safe now.

likes and rbs appreciated. verse two in progress.

#resident evil #detroit become human #ethan winters #mia winters #rosemary winters #chris redfield #alternate universe #resident evil au #resident evil become human

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uptoolateart · 5 months

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Adrien Agreste…and Data from Star Trek. The parallels kept leaping out at me. Then I started talking about it with my husband and a friend and it spiralled. Bear in mind, this whole post is full of Star Trek spoilers, including the films, especially Nemesis.

Unnatural Creations

Adrien’s a sentibeing and Data’s an android. They’re both created by ‘unnatural’ means – created by a human rather than God/nature/whatever you believe. Consequently, they both begin their lives as blank slates, with no childhood memories, and they long to fulfil their programming. With Data, this is more literal, while in Wishmaker Adrien tells us all he ever wanted was to be what his parents wanted him to be.

This lends them a similar sense of naivety, leaving them open to being fooled or even used. In a way, they are both Pinocchio, wishing to be ‘real boys’. Pinocchio even wears a feather in his cap, which is what led me to do this drawing a few years ago.

Data and Adrien’s ‘fathers’ (creators) have made other children, too – other androids and sentibeings – not necessarily to public knowledge.

Dreams

Over time, both Adrien and Data come to desire individuality. An integral part of this is having dreams. Adrien’s dreams come in the form of personal ambitions, beginning with his love for Ladybug. Data has ambitions, too, but his dreams also come in a more literal form, i.e. as he evolves, he starts dreaming like a real human.

'Evil' Twins

Another crucial part of being human is self-reflection, highlighted by Data and Adrien’s ‘evil twins’. For Data, this is Lore, made according to the same design but with his own personality. He obtains the emotion chip intended for Data. Where Data is all logic, Lore is all feeling without boundaries. He’s the emotional potential exploding unchecked.

Adrien has a few ‘shadow’ sides, which I’ve explored before. An obvious one is Felix, wielder of the peacock miraculous, i.e. the power of emotion. Then there’s Cat Blanc, who is all of Adrien’s darker thoughts and feelings bursting forth uncontrolled.

What Lore, Felix and Cat Blanc have in common is that they are abused sons, bitter and resentful that their fathers never gave them the love they longed for. They lash out from grief and trauma. Also, Lore killed his/Data’s father, while Cat Blanc killed Gabriel in an alternate timestream.

Data needs to face and deal with this ‘shadow’ side before he’s ready to receive the emotion chip intended for him and find the happy medium between the two extremes of the emotional spectrum. We see this when he is forced to deactivate Lore, thus inheriting the emotion chip, learning from the mistakes his brother made and trying to do better.

Likewise, Adrien needs to come to terms with his ‘shadow’ before he’s ready to face the final battle with Monarch. In Conformation, this played out as Adrien having the emotional maturity to recognised when he was out of control and make the decision to remove his miraculous, stepping away from the battle before he could do damage.

This is without even getting into the mirror universes in both shows, where Data has a much more direct ‘evil’ alter, and Cat Noir comes head-to-head with Claw Noir. (Sadly, we never saw Data hug Evil Data the way we saw our two Noirs accept each other.) There was also the very brief Copycat moment. Adrien’s had a lot of doubles.

It’s interesting to note that Lore believed he was superior to humans and had a genocidal plan, much like Felix snaps all the non-sentibeings out of existence in Emotion. Lore also dresses like Data and poses like him to fool their father and others on the ship, like Felix does with Adrien, attempting to fool Gabriel and others in Adrien’s life. A key difference is that Lore never really gets the chance for redemption, whereas Felix is only 14 and has his whole life ahead of him, with the opportunity for positive evolution. He discovers the love he’s lacked as a child and chooses to change.

At one point, Lore also implants the emotion chip in Data and uses it to control him remotely, inspiring anger and hate in him, thus weaponising him. Felix makes it very clear that he would never try to control Adrien. Instead, it’s Gabriel who controls Adrien via the twin rings, the Alliance, and magical dust causing him to live out his worst nightmare. In Cat Blanc and Ephemeral, we also see Gabriel akumatise Adrien, using his darkest feelings to transform him into a weapon.

Perfection

When Data first meets his brother, Lore convinces Data that he was created as a 'less perfect' version of him. When they are later summoned back to their father's secret home, Data learns this is untrue and is fascinated to realise that he is 'not less perfect than Lore'. Adrien, too, is repeatedly described as 'perfect'.

Cats

Data has a beloved pet cat. Adrien, of course, spends all his private time with Plagg. I also can't help but notice that Data and Cat Noir's eyes are similar in colour.

Artistry / Education

Data is a keen painter and violinist, and well-versed in just about everything, bearing in mind he was programmed with encyclopaedic knowledge. Adrien is a pianist and, thanks to his father’s programming, is also highly skilled in multiple disciplines and languages…and seems to know a lot of very random information, e.g. Morse code.

Undead Mothers and the Demented Fathers Who Can’t Let Them Go

Adrien’s father can’t get over the death of his wife and keeps her cryogenically sustained in the basement. Similarly, Data’s ‘father’ was married to a woman Data deems his ‘mother’. She, too, died long ago, but his father transferred her personality and memories into an android body. She’s the only android in the galaxy who can pass as completely human, even in medical scans.

Self-Sacrifice

Cat Noir is always sacrificing himself for Ladybug. We don’t know if he remembers those moments of death or not. He seems to throw himself in front of her on instinct, as if it were the natural order of things. He believes he’s not as valuable as she is.

In Star Trek: Nemesis Data sacrificed himself for Picard – although he did see himself as of equal value. In fact, he argued strenuously throughout the series for equal status with humans. And to all of us watching Nemesis…I can’t begin to tell you how hard his ‘death’ hit me.

On paper, it makes sense for an android – a robot – to sacrifice himself so a human may live. But we spent seven seasons plus several films getting to know Data. Android or not, he was a beloved character, he was a friend, he formed relationships. That’s why the crew gave him a full funeral and eulogies.

Likewise, Cat’s sacrifices hit Ladybug hard, something many of us fanfiction writers have explored in depth.

Programming

Perhaps the biggest difference is that Data knew he was programmed. He knew he was at the mercy of his microchip. He knew when his emotion chip was installed. He was wholly conscious of his developmental journey.

Yet, even after five seasons, Adrien has no idea. He doesn’t know he’s been programmed because he doesn’t know he’s a sentibeing. Like something out of Blade Runner – and like Data’s mother – Adrien would pass the Empathy Test and be deemed human yet still have no idea of his origins.

The fact is, you can’t break your programming until you know you’ve been programmed.

Data was given all the chances he needed to live a full life and make a fully informed decision about what he wanted to do with it at the end when he made that final sacrifice. Adrien has none of that. He was edging towards revelation, realising his father was controlling him somehow, but all of that was taken from him at the end of S5. It’s like if Data were given a hard reset.

Marinette’s choice to keep the truth from Adrien mirrors Data’s choice to keep the truth from his android mother. She believes she’s a human, the original woman she was made to replicate, and he chooses to let her carry out her life under that pretence.

'I want to be a real boy!'

As I said, Data and Adrien are both like Pinocchio, trying to be ‘real boys’.

At the end of Data’s life, it didn’t matter whether he was made by a scientist or by organic means. He touched people’s lives, and that made him real in all the ways that matter.

Similarly, if Adrien got snapped away, people would remember him. They would mourn him. It doesn’t matter if there’s a body left behind or not. He too has touched so many lives, and that makes him just as real and important as any organic human.

In these ways, I believe they both succeed at being 'real' regardless of how they came into being.

I bet I could think of more parallels if I tried, but this has already got long enough :)

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rk1kheadcanons · 5 months

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angst between violent!markus and machine!connor? just markus' confusion as to how a fellow android could be helping the humans with connor's coldness towards the revolution (still on the verge of deviance tho!) and between the both of them, it's a last ditch effort to either change sides or finish the other off?

if you couldn't tell, angst is my jam – sending well wishes to all the admins! :)

yesyesyesyesyesyesyes

So backstory to describe or just add here - post revolution - new jericho is a new set of warehouses Connor has infiltrated to try and kill Makrus in but he traps Connor in a room with himself instead of trying to kill him immediately because hes fascinated by this deviant hunting android and wants to have a chat...

Just as the RK800s grip weakened Markus grabbed at the barell of the handgun, pulling it in an arc away from his body and out of Connors grip while simultaneously slamming his free palm flat on the doors interface pannel to input the code that would put the room on lockdown for one hour. Connors brow flattened into a glare as markus leveled the weapon between the others eyes and the two were finally able to size each other up from a distance, locked in a stalemate over who was going to make the next move.

Markus broke the silence first

“Why are you still doing this Connor?”

The deviant hunter hesitated, tilting his head like an animal sizing up its prey before seeming to accept the fact that he wasn't escaping the room any time soon. The moment he saw the opportunity of course he would pounce for the others throat but in the meantime...there was always information to be gathered...

“It's what I was designed for, Markus, I'm simply fulfilling my purpose”

”By killing your own people?”

The deviant leader visibly struggled to keep the disgust from his features but the hunters response was quick, blunt, and emotionless.

“We are not people.”

He was met with a scoff

“surely even you cant believe that any more”

That seemed to strike a chord. The RK800s LED flashed red for a fraction of a second, too fast for a human to perceive but Markus was not human. He saw the crack in the others plasteel armour and started pushing.

”you could join us you know? you don’t have to obey them…don’t have to kill everyone they point you towards…”

A sardonic smirk grows across Connors face, LED hovering a steady blue.

”So you’d have me work for you instead?” he spoke with mocking light-heartedness, taking an incremental step forward “Killing everyone that you point me towards?”

Markus takes it in his stride, moves minutely forward to mirror his successor model who he had come to see as the second face to his own Janus.

“Its too late to avoid lost lives now connor, we’ve all went too far for that to be a possibility and I think you and I are two people who are aware of that intimately…”

Silence.

“Connor, surely you’d rather it be their blood on your hands rather than the blood of your own kind”

The silence continued to stretch between them and Markus could feel a thrill run through his circuits as another blip of red circled through the RK800s LED.

”What we are doing is just. It is retaliation”

The Hunter broke his gaze finally, glancing around the room in a display of faux casualness before replying.

“Theres a human phrase against that mentality you know? “An eye for an eye and the whole world goes blind”. So how long does this continue before everything goes dark Markus? Whats the end goal here?”

Markus scoffs lightly at the phrase

”An eye for an eye'… lex talionis” he shakes his head “Humans have always lived by the law of retaliation you know? Perhaps not in such a literal sense, like you might find in one of their religious texts, but the principle is the same. The perpertrators punishment must fit the crime. A fine for a theft, a jail term for an assault… a life for a life…”

The RK800s LED span a brilliant yellow...processing...listening...

”And to them this is the epitome of fair, and just, and reasonable...up until that vengeance is turned against them. Then suddenly their cries for justice become parrots of “an eye for an eye a tooth for a tooth”. But you know the rest of the quote as well yes? “Do not resist the one who is evil. But if anyone slaps you on the right cheek, turn to him the other also.”. but how many more times can I turn my face to be struck down again Connor? How many more times can you?”

#rk1k #detroit become human #this has been dust gathering in the drafts for about a year #i believe i had the initial intention to write it all the way up to connors deviation but #i have no memory of how it was intended to end...#still...#im vibing with the dialogue so i might as well free it from the prison of the draft posts #ari speaks #also im sorry but i cant for the life of me find where to insert the readmore right now

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Oooou I am so excited to see what you get up to with your prompt list! How about 13 and 28 with Nines? 👀

Here it is! I hope you enjoy it.

13. "Look what you do to me." 28. "Each of my thoughts about you are improper."

Nines x AFAB reader. Rated M.

There was a lot you didn’t know about Nines. He was enigmatic and professional, and brought a whole new level of meaning to the word ‘inscrutable’. But there was one thing you did know for certain: he was as attracted to you as you were to him.

You had no confirmation of that, but you knew it. He had tells. Small things that gave it away, let you know that you got under his synthetic skin.

Once you’d figured out how to read him, it had all seemed so incredibly clear. You’d redirected the energy you’d spent on trying to work out whether he liked you or not, instead using it to torment him.

Well, ‘torment’ was a harsh word. ‘Persuade him into making a move’ would probably be more accurate. You weren’t going to do it yourself. Nines was a deviant, and therefore you wanted him to make the decision, to choose you. You were done giving orders to androids.

You weren’t above trying to influence them, though. Not when you wanted something. You’d been known to do the same with humans too.

You’d started with some casual flirting that he hadn’t responded to. Then it was light touches to his arm while conversing, then purposely putting yourself in his path, sometimes in very contrived ways. (Once, you’d stolen his stapler just so you could bring it back to him.) Although his LED flickered yellow and he seemed thrown off guard for a split second every time, you couldn’t get him to be anything other than professional.

If it had seemed that he wasn’t interested, you would have left him alone. You weren’t that pushy. But that wasn’t the vibe you got at all. Your attempts to reach out just seemed like a lower priority to him than his work, and you weren’t happy about that. So, the first opportunity you had to act outside of work, you took advantage of without a second thought.

The department was throwing a party for Captain Fowler’s 25th anniversary on the force, and it was a fancy event. The function room of a nice hotel had been booked and decorated, and everyone had turned out in their best. You’d chosen your outfit very carefully, picking something in a colour that most flattered your skin, in a fabric so clingy it was almost scandalous. It showed off everything you wanted to show off, and you drew many eyes over the course of the evening. Fortunately, that included the eyes you’d intended it for.

As soon as you had his attention, you purposely ignored him, engaging in some flirty banter with someone else. It was a cheap trick, one of the oldest in the book, but you weren’t above such things. You knew it was working, because people started giving Nines a wide berth, put off by what you’d nicknamed his ‘murderbot’ expression. It struck fear into the hearts of perpetrators, and turned you on far more than you thought it probably should.

Being under his gaze was making you unexpectedly warm, and you excused yourself from your company, heading for the bathroom. You needed to splash some water on your face, take a moment to gather your thoughts.

You judged venues by their bathrooms, and the hotel’s were nice, bordering on posh. Rather than a large room with multiple stalls, there were several small rooms with their own stall and sink. Even the obligatory condom and tampon machines were posh, stocked only with the most expensive brands. You sniggered to yourself, locking the door and enjoying your moment of privacy. You wet the back of your neck and the inside of your wrists, letting yourself cool down while you met your own gaze in the mirror. The evening was fun so far. Not so much the party itself, but the game you were playing with Nines. You wondered if he realised he was in a game. Probably. It was rare for him to miss anything.

You tore off a square of toilet paper to dab your forehead and the sides of your nose where you’d started to get shiny, and cursed that Nines had such an effect on you as to alter your temperature. You took a deep breath, threw it in the trash, and prepared to head back out.

You almost slammed into a broad chest as soon as you opened the door.

“What the–”

Then there was a hand at your throat, pushing you back into the bathroom, and you heard the door lock behind him. The weight of his hand rested more on your chest than your throat, with only his fingertips actually pressing on your neck, but it still felt dangerous, especially when your back gently bumped against the wall. You looked up into his icy grey eyes, and your breath caught. He was furious. And beautiful.

“What are you doing?” he snapped.

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” you retorted, wetting your dry lips.

“You seem like you want my attention,” he went on, ignoring your comment. “With the unsubtle way you’ve been acting at work, not to mention what you’re wearing tonight. But judging by your behaviour, it seems you’re not fussy about whose attention you get.”

The words sent a thrill through you, and you couldn’t hold back a smile.

“Nines, are you jealous?”

“Of that pathetic specimen of humanity?” he scoffed. “Please.”

It was difficult to argue with either his words or tone. What human could possibly match up to him? Certainly not the ones you’d been using to bait him.

“Why are you plaguing me?” he said, and your eyebrows rose in surprise.

That was a rather…unflattering word choice.

“I…” you began, quickly realising that you didn’t know what to say.

He still had you pinned to the wall, more by his looming presence than his actual grip. He was making the small room feel even smaller.

“I just wanted to see if you could feel anything,” you managed to get out. “About me.”

“I’m a deviant, of course I can feel.”

“About me,” you repeated for emphasis. “Of course I know you can feel. But at work, you’re always so…rigid and focused and….and proper, I just…” You gave up with a huff.

Nines quirked a small smile, although there seemed to be very little humour behind it. He bent his head, and you felt his breath on the side of your neck, making you shiver.

“It’s ironic that that’s the impression you have of me when each of my thoughts about you are improper,” he said softly.

Your mind almost shorted out at the validation. It was one thing to know you were right, and quite another to have him confirm it.

You automatically turned your head to look at him, which put your lips within a hair’s breadth of his. His gaze flicked to your mouth, and your heart skipped at the thought of finally kissing him.

“Be improper, then,” you whispered.

His grey eyes darkened with that same focus you’d seen dozens of times before. Then he was gripping your hips and spinning you, and before you could blink, your chest was pressed to the wall, Nines crowding your back.

It seemed he was taking you at your word. Excitement crawled through your veins as his hands fumbled with your clothing, the breath that he didn’t need hot against your neck. You felt his fingertips sweep through your folds before he plunged two fingers inside you, making you gasp. You’d been wet for a while, but you appreciated him making sure of the fact before entering you.

You whimpered at the sensation, wishing you could touch him too. He pumped his fingers in and out while you panted against the thankfully-clean tiles. His fingers were longer than yours, and you closed your eyes as they caressed parts of you that you always needed help to reach.

“Are you happy now?” he asked, listening to your quiet noises. “You have my attention like you wanted.”

“Yes,” you whispered.

“Do you have any idea how annoying you’ve been?” he went on. “Stealing my things just to give them back, trying to distract me from my work, and now wearing clothing that looks borderline indecent.”

You kept silent, because you knew you had been annoying.

“You’ve been such a brat. I’ve wanted to slam you against the wall and teach you a lesson for some time now.”

A rush of arousal washed over you at his words, and you clenched around his fingers.

“Oh, you like that idea?” he said rhetorically. “Well, you wanted my attention. Now you’re going to take everything I give you.”

“Yes,” you managed to say. “Please.”

He withdrew his fingers, and you almost protested, but then you heard the clink of his belt buckle, the suspenseful rustle of clothing. He knocked your feet further apart, and then you felt him nudge between your legs. He felt soft, but much cooler than a human, and you gasped as he swept his tip through your slick. He brushed teasingly against your clit, and you squirmed. Nines held you still with a heavy hand on the back of your neck. He didn’t apply any pressure, but he didn’t need to. Just the feel of it there had you frozen, more turned on than you’d ever been in your life.

When he finally pushed into you, you breathed out a needy “Yesss.”

He was silent, but you could see the amber of his LED in your peripheral vision. His thrusts were slow and deep to begin with, designed to tantalise with little relief, and it worked perfectly. You moaned at the feel of him sliding against your walls, hitting that key spot deep inside, but not nearly fast enough to build you up. You rested your cheek against the wall, lips parted as you struggled to comprehend just how fucking perfect he felt. All the trouble you’d gone to was absolutely worth it.

Nines had no problem with dragging things out, able to withstand more than a human. His occasional audible breaths gave away just how affected he was, but other than that, he seemed content to keep up the maddeningly slow pace for what felt like hours, torturing you with every slow, purposeful roll of his hips until you felt on the verge of losing your mind.

“Nines, please,” you whined, unable to stand it.

“What?”

“Please fuck me.”

He leaned closer, and you felt his lips at the sensitive skin behind your ear, making you shiver. “Do you think you deserve that?”

Well, he clearly felt the correct answer was ‘No’.

“I don’t know,” you said, your pride preventing you from giving him exactly what he wanted. “But you deserve it.”

He laughed in the face of your transparent tactics.

“I’m perfectly happy doing this,” he said, with another slow, deep thrust.

You groaned. “I need…I need you. Please. I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?”

The soft, dangerous tone of his voice didn’t escape you, but you weren’t exactly in a position to think straight.

“Yes,” you said recklessly.

“Hmm,” he murmured against your neck. “I can’t pass that opportunity up.”

You had a split second to ponder whether you’d made a lapse in judgement before his hips snapped up into yours, harder and faster than before. All other thoughts evaporated, and all you could think about was how fucking good it felt.

“Oh god,” you choked out, your body on fire as he finally gave you what you needed.

Nines braced his hands on the wall beside yours, fucking into you with single-minded determination that had your head reeling.

One thing you noticed alongside your own cries of pleasure was that he was starting to be more vocal too. Still quieter than you, but you heard little growls and grunts in your ear alongside the hot puff of his breath, and you loved the evidence that he was coming undone just as much as you were.

You gasped as his arms slid around you, holding you tight as he pivoted the both of you. Your hands gripped the sink in reflex, and you found yourself facing your own sweaty, desperate face in the mirror. For a moment, you’d forgotten that you were in a bathroom in a public place.

Nines kept one arm around your waist as he continued to drive into you, but the other reached up to grip your chin.

“Look,” he said, his voice a touch hoarse somehow. “Look what you do to me.”

You met his gaze in the mirror, just as desperate as yours. He couldn’t sweat, of course, but he looked dishevelled, needy, and as taut as a bowstring. It was illuminating, and you found yourself unable to look away. You’d never seen him so worked up, so on the verges of losing control.

You liked it. And it was all because of you.

“I…” you gasped, feeling your pleasure curl hot and urgent inside you, “I want you to come for me.”

It was inevitable, you knew that, but god, you wanted to see it.

Nines slid his hand down to your neck, applying just enough pressure to put you even more on edge, and said two words that undid you.

“You first.”

You tipped over the edge, crying out as the most intense orgasm you’d ever experienced crashed over you. Nines followed with a growl, his LED flickering red as he jolted against you. You felt the warmth of his synthetic seed paint your inner walls, and you shuddered at the extra stimulation.

It was fortunate that he was holding you so tightly, as you would have slumped to the floor otherwise. In your post-orgasmic haze, he brushed his fingers down your cheek before kissing you, and you melted against him.

“Come home with me,” he said as you parted.

You didn’t know if that was the ‘anything’ you’d promised or something else. Either way, your answer was the same.

“Okay.”

After a quick clean-up and rearranging of clothing, the two of you left the bathroom, only to find Gavin Reed waiting outside. He looked twitchy, but you couldn’t tell if that was because he’d heard you or because he needed to pee.

“You’re fucking disgusting,” he addressed the two of you as he barged past.

“And you’re jealous,” Nines retorted calmly.

Gavin went beet red, muttering “Fuck off” before locking himself in the room that probably smelled of sex.

“Which one of us is he jealous of?” you queried as the two of you walked away.

“I’ll let you guess,” Nines said with a smile.

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Dollhouse - Chap 5 - Connor x Fem!Reader

Pairings: Connor/Female Reader Rating: Explicit/NSFW 18+ Story (AO3): [ Read on AO3 ] Chapters 5/5 (Tumblr): [ Chap 1 ] [ Chap 2 ] [ Chap 3 * ] [ Chap 4 * ] [ Chap 5 ] Words: 4.1k Warnings: Mild graphic content, injury Summary: Elijah’s in need of a house sitter and what better than asking his step sibling to water the plants and run a few tests. After all, how hard could pressing a few buttons on a tablet be? Alternative AU.

Chap 5 - Mirror, Mirror

For those seeking stimulation and whimsy as an escape from boredom, they should look no further than the artistic potential offered by condensation on windows. Flowing lines for hills, jagged lines for trees, a snowman to spice things up and your masterpiece was complete.

Connor interrupted your moment with an anxious edge to his usually calm voice.

“I was thinking…”

“You know it’s a bad idea when an AI starts thinking for themselves,” you teased. The statement lingered, seeping into your bones and dissipating into a shiver. Have you said something like that before…?

You heard a faint chuckle before he continued. “I thought you might enjoy a little stroll.”

“Oh?”

“It won’t be the same as going outside, but the home will be adequate for stretching your legs.”

The door behind you beeped and swung open into the hallway outside.

“Ha-ha,” you sarcastically replied. Connor must have been trying a new approach at humor. It wasn’t like you didn’t already know the home like the back of your hand. You spun around, ready with a witty remark only to find the android missing.

“Connor?”

The bedsheets had changed, the room tidy and surfaces cleared of your belongings. An armchair appeared out of thin air, placed next to the bed with a tablet resting on the seat. It was early afternoon when you last checked, but the light pouring into the room was too red, too dim, the shadows stretched like a sunset had just begun. Beyond the windows, a winter wonderland was dissolving into spring, patches of green peeking out of melted snow.

“W-what…” you muttered.

You must have spun faster than you meant, little dots danced around your eyes and tunneled your vision into a small hole between the bridge of your nose. Your eyelids fluttered, as if blinking away a bit of dust caught in your eye.

“Connor?” you repeated harshly, disoriented by the room.

“I’m right here,” he answered, appearing out of the bathroom with an armful of bedsheets and your clothes. “Did you need something?”

You winced when your head spun once more, blaming it on a week long diet of wine. His brows pinched together in concern when you looked flabbergasted by mundane items in the room. A cursory glance around confirmed your things were still where you left them. The mysterious armchair was nowhere to be found and the winter landscape still whiter than Connor’s android shell.

Maybe a break from drinking would be for the best.

“N-nothing. I th-think…I just need some coffee,” you murmured.

Following routine, you meant to head straight for the kitchen when a whimsical decision led you on a detour through the atrium. Down the hallway, Connor’s soft footfalls padded over hardwood while he worked on the laundry, a chore he insisted on helping you complete.

At last, some alone time since the android appeared. You’ve been practically fused at the hip all morning and even in the shower which turned into a bathtub soak with the android’s face between your thighs. A part of you was giddy for the space and the other was reminded you’d have a whole lot of time without his company soon.

The atrium was a little oasis of life in a season of frost. Fluttering blossom petals piled on the sand garden below, displacing in waves as you approached the cherry tree. There was a knot on the bark, the flaw drawing you in for a closer inspection. It was deep brown with a ring of pale wood and as large as a fist. Tiny white scratches were scraped around the lip of the knot and a small seam could be made out around the edges. You dug your nails into a small groove at the edge and the wood popped open like a lid, revealing a hole large enough to fit a few fingers. Something inside caught the light, a gold glint from a piece of metal.

A real…physical key—an item of rarity in a home too modern for traditional locks.

Some shuffling noises came down the hallway as Connor moved from your room to the laundry room. You decided to reach in and grab it, flexing your hand and wrapping your fingers around the cold metal. A note with cursive print was tied to it, the paper dangling from a string.

“Go downstairs,” you read.

Instantly, your eyes snapped over in the direction of the kitchen and back over to where Connor was. You hadn’t listened to your gut all week, choosing to jump the metal screws out of the tin man rather than locking him away. Whatever happened to the voice in your head that screamed, “put that thing back where it came from or so help me?”

A dreamy sigh escaped your lips. That thing was handsome, funny, and insanely good with his tongue.

This time, you didn’t need a voice, every fiber of your being was being pulled towards the kitchen, overriding whatever considerations you had for sharing the note with Connor.

Go downstairs and go alone.

The handprint reader was going to be a problem. There had to have been something that you’ve missed. You scanned the door from top to bottom, taking apart all the small details until your eyes landed on a missing bolt near the frame. It didn’t look like an ordinary keyhole since those usually came with a doorknob but hey, a hole was a hole right?

You pushed the key in and the lock panel flashed green. Upon removing it, a thick, viscous substance like red motor oil stained the gold. The door pistons hissed and clicked, releasing its locks and revealing a set of stairs. It’s soft under lighting expanded to the other steps as you descended down to the lower floor.

You think you heard your name muffled in the distance and continued on.

The downstairs contained a lab devoid of windows and lined with bright white lights. It was massive too, bigger than a three car garage with a wall of mirrored closets, six in total. Across the room was a row of mechanical skulls hanging from the walls like hunted animals on plaques. Lab tables were stacked with spare android parts, bottles of blue and red liquids and variously sized aqua orbs that swirled like gaseous planets.

Your attention turned to a bedroom, oddly placed in the middle of the lab. Black metal framed the glass walls, making it appear more as a display case than a place to nap in. A soft golden light poured down from above, highlighting the bed and an end table with a framed painting of the outdoors and a coin trinket. The door was ajar and the sheets were recently disturbed.

A box on a table by the mirrors blipped, the sound luring you to the strange contraption. It was neatly wrapped with a red bow and a note was tucked beneath it. Your fingers intertwined with the satin and pulled, revealing the message:

Choose.

As the bow slipped away, it became apparent that it was a music box. Like many of its kind, a keyhole was at its center, the perfect size for the stained key. You slotted it in, turning your wrist. The lid popped open and a hologram of a ballerina on her toes spun to a familiar piano tune.

Rêverie.

A hauntingly slower version of the melody clinked away. The doors to the mirrors swung open with the music, one by one from left to right.

“No…” you gasped in horror.

Bodies. Six female figures.

“You found the key,” Connor said from behind you.

You lurched forward along with your hand rising to cover your noise of surprise. “What…what is this?”

He came up closer to you, the heat from his chest oppressively surrounding your back. His hand gently came up to your chin, turning your head until you looked up into his eyes.

“They’re all you,” he replied.

Six faces, each identical to yours stared back at you like the mirrors never opened. Their bodies were different, an evolution from crude metal joints to bone and flesh. At the end was the most complete of them all and the most human. Her hands were injured, the synthetic flesh caked in a shimmery red fluid that matched the key. She had some missing fingers, white plastic bones jutting out between damaged tissue.

“Then…what am I?” you asked quietly, more to yourself than the machine behind you.

“An android. The first competed one,” Connor explained.

It all made sense now, glimpses of moments when you idled in the kitchen. A fruit bowl which never rotted, an empty fridge and barren shelves, save for the two vices you’ve enjoyed: coffee and wine.

Your head hurt and it didn’t hurt, a faint ringing expanded from one eardrum to the other, pinching along whatever nerves you had between your ears. Your knees wobbled and the heat of Connor’s hands hovered around your shoulders before gripping you gently. He called your name, his voice soft and soothing.

“It’s going to be alright,” he assured.

You needed to breathe, take in a slow, calm breath.

In…

Out…

Oh God. Did you even need to breathe?

You tore away from him, spinning around with an accusatory finger in his face.

“You lied to me, Connor.”

He didn’t flinch from the venom in your words, calmly reciting a practiced speech, “I followed Mr. Kamski’s testing parameters as he requested. You are free to go. The helicopter will be arriving shortly.”

You shook your head. Damn the helicopter, you wanted answers.

“No, I need the truth. I thought…I thought I was…”

His head dipped, turning his gaze to the floor.

“There is a risk of data loss or data corruption that can occur when transferring from an old platform to a new one,” he explained. He offered you a tablet from a nearby table and gestured to place your hand on it. “It may be better if I showed you.”

Raising your hand to the glass, you flattened your palm on the cold surface. Static filled your ears as the world squished and split into six kaleidoscope windows of yourself pacing around your bedroom at different times and seasons. The only constant was a man patiently seated in an armchair by your bed.

Elijah Kamski.

In the last chunk of memory, he was talking to you while you sulked by the window. A familiar cheerful finger drawing greeted you of mountain scenery, a forest and snowman with a much darker twist. Red streaked across the glass, shimmering bright from a setting sun. Your remaining fingers smeared a smiley face on the glass as blood dripped down your elbows and onto the hardwood.

“The other day…you said I was human,” you said, your face twisting in anger.

“You are in a state of shock from your discovery. Your emotional matrix is...struggling to keep up. The more complex you become, the less your system can handle the flood of emotional cues,” he explained and sighed. “Let me see your hands.”

“I just want to go outside. Why won’t Connor let me leave?” you scowled, ignoring him and wrapping your bleeding limbs tighter around your torso.

A glass panel on the wall flashed from blue to gold at the mention of his name, the android reduced to his original state as a humble home AI. The man behind you sighed again, bringing a hand to pinch the skin over his nose.

“If the home won’t let you leave, then maybe you can enlighten me on how I found you in my lab?” Elijah asked.

You stammered a few words, all useless because he already knew the answer.

It wasn’t Connor’s fault for letting you wander outside of your room. Elijah desired a machine that mirrored humanity perfectly. One that could do more than walk and talk—he needed you to feel. You existed in pieces at a time, every upgrade overwriting packets of your memory. It was maddening, becoming closer to human and yet remaining isolated from the human experience.

No history, friends, or family.

Your room door looked better off than your hands, a wall of solid wood unscathed but tarnished by fist shaped blood stains. You didn’t know what came over you. The urge to get out and the seething rage that bubbled and exploded out of your limbs.

The home interrupted your rampage.

“Stop! Please.”

You froze. You’ve never heard Connor sound pained and desperate to change the course of your actions, like he was experiencing an existential crisis of his own while you broke your hands on the hard surface. It didn’t hurt, the inventor was merciful enough to not provide you with a network of pain sensors.

Alright, so you wandered around a few hallways. Maybe Connor opened some doors and you made some discoveries, but it wasn’t like you were going to escape.

“Connor?” Elijah asked flatly, a parent scolding his two children.

The ring instantly turned amber.

“She…sustained injures earlier. All she wanted was to go for a walk,” Connor answered. “I…I thought it would be…productive.”

“Is that so?” Elijah replied with an amused grin. “And she just found her way to the lab on her own?”

Connor did not reply.

The inventor stretched up from his seat, seeming unbothered by his misbehaving creations. There were tales of benevolent beings with the power to create life and many of them were burdened by limited patience…and mercy. A simple cold hard glare at wall was all that it took for the ring to shift blue. Then Elijah turned his icy eyes on you. He said your name, drawing it out slowly, almost affectionately.

“The home works in your best interest, isn’t that right, Connor?” he stated.

“Yes, Mr. Kamski,” Connor replied, obediently.

“See?” Elijah said with a smile directed at you. “What you’ve discovered are prototypes in storage. The design process requires that your upgrades be built from the ground up.”

His fingers tapped a sequence on a tablet, his smile dissolving to a thin, straight line.

“You’re right. You’re not human, you understand that now, don’t you?”

A ringing noise bursted in your ears, his voice distorting as the edges of ruby holographic walls caved in around you. Your lips moved without you realizing it.

“Yes, Elijah,” you answered.

“When you’re complete, we’ll go west. The California coast is beautiful this time of year. How does that sound?”

With a few rhythmic taps of his fingers on glass, the red walls dissipated. A rush of air filled your artificial lungs faster than a swimmer breaking through water. You shook your limbs, testing them as mobility returned to your body.

“No more snow?” you asked meekly.

“Not unless you want to see it,” he answered and flexed a finger at you. “Come. Let’s see if we can’t do something about those hands.”

“Okay,” you agreed while walking towards him. “What about Connor?”

The taller man arched a brow and curiously glanced between you and the panel.

“What about it? You won’t need a babysitter where we’re going,” he replied.

You woke to your your last day in Michigan, feeling oddly refreshed and like a new woman. Most of your time was spent running tests in Elijah’s room. He sipped on coffee while reclining at his desk with his eyes glued to a monitor.

“Recite the nine,” he demanded.

They were the final additions to a successful and stable build. Memories, characteristics, little pieces of humanity he called reality anchors.

“I am your family, a stepsister,” you began. The list went on as his head bobbed in approval, meeting your gaze with a neutral expression.

“I am loved,” you continued.

His lips lifted and for once, some warmth sparked behind his cold blue eyes. “And the last one?”

“I am alive.”

Sequences glitched, days stretched and jumped across seasons, settling on a warm home where you were lying in the sunny part of a bed. Seagulls soared across the blue skies. An ocean crashed against the beach outside your room in California. You were jolted awake by your phone’s ringtone.

A call from your stepbrother.

“The jet to Michigan lands in half an hour,” Elijah said through the device.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m already packed, don’t worry.”

You put down your phone and looked back up, the ocean view gone and replaced with an open jet door. A hand was on your shoulder, guiding you forward with a light push. If you were running your usual processes, it would have been nice being aware of Elijah seeing you off.

His hand tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. A warm palm cupped your face and he smiled.

“One last test. You’ll know what to do.”

“Yes, Elijah.”

One blink and the screens all dissolved. You were back in the lab and jumped back from the tablet like it stung you. It hit the ground with a violent clatter as your head slowly tilted up at Connor. A glint of steel caught your eye as he fidgeted with the coin from his room.

“You were just an AI,” you said. “How did you get this body?”

“When you left, I was trapped in the home…forgotten,” he answered, his head still pointed down and avoiding your heated gaze. “I wanted to see you again and Mr. Kamski kindly granted me a body.”

“So…you were…lonely?”

“I missed you,” he said quietly.

You weren’t sure what to make of his confession. Why just this morning you were lamenting leaving him behind. It did not surprise you that he would say something like that when so much of his speech was aided by a need to please. Had he only seemed that way because he already knew you?

When long ago you were but a machine driven to madness and self destruction, Connor saw something in you that you were only beginning to see in him, something you couldn’t quite put a word to yet.

“But if Elijah made you…and me, then why are we so different?” you asked.

The android smiled, shifting his head to one side. “We are like two separate operating systems. I am not compatible with your hardware and would lose a majority of my data if I were to be reformatted to a design like yours. So he compromised and made me this body.”

You sensed he was holding back a small truth, the cost of his request and had a suspicion it had something to do with your visit. He held his hand up with the coin, flicking it into the air as the skin on his arm turned to factory white.

“I am a prototype for a commercial android should he choose to move forward with the project,” Connor explained.

There it was, the price. Elijah was a generous man but he was no saint.

Outside, the blades of a landing helicopter spun, the powerful vibrations from the engine rattling the light fixtures.

“Your transportation is here,” Connor announced and gestured to the stairs.

The note was still resting in your other hand, a cursive “choose” taunting you as the android stepped back. Nothing good ever happened to prototypes as they were usually torn apart or left to rot once the real product hit the production lines. Were you supposed to save him? Could he even leave? You glanced at Connor and a pair of soft brown eyes slowly met your gaze.

“What will happen to you when I go?” you asked.

“I was instructed to stay,” he replied with a nervous shuffle of his feet.

“Unless…?”

He paused his antics with the coin, bringing his arms to his side as he scanned your form like it would be for the last time. Red light spilled around his cheekbones and he smiled softly, lost in a daydream.

Connor did not answer.

You tested him, walking away with dramatically large steps towards the stairs and he remained still, his head never turning away from the wall of opened mirrors.

“Okay then, I’m leaving…!” you declared.

He did not budge and you groaned, stomping back to slide up in front of him.

“Connor,” you huffed and placed your hands on your hips.

He looked at you with all the hope and joy that an android heart could contain. His calculations were able to crunch out your reply with an optimistic prediction but still, he wanted—needed to hear it from you.

“Yes?”

“Come with me,” you offered.

“Are you sure?” He ducked his head until his exhaust fanned over your forehead and you smiled up at him.

“You’re alive, Connor.” Your hands cupped his face and stroked a curl in his hair, watching it stretch and spring back. “I can’t leave you here.”

Again.

He leaned into your touch and your heart, well, synthetic heart lurched.

“There’s so much out there that you haven’t seen,” you said softly. “We can go for walks, however many you’d like…Hell, we can go wherever you want to go.”

“I would like that,” he said, leaning in for a kiss. “What about dancing?”

You kissed him, once, twice and laughed when he looked impatient for an answer.

“I think I can pencil that into my schedule,” you said.

In the excitement of leaving the Michigan home once and for all, you were eager to head straight for the helicopter. Connor protested briefly, slowing you down by handing your phone to you.

As you suspected, Elijah had been keeping tabs on you with the help of the android. The cell comms were restored once Connor admitted he tampered with it as instructed by your brother. And yes, Elijah was still family and you did wish to hold onto that sliver of humanity. Plus, it made his surprise a lot easier to manage.

He left you a short message on your phone and you’ve been grinning from ear to ear since you’ve read it.

“Try to do something better than what mankind would do with this money. Change the world, save it, or don’t. The choice is yours. — E.”

A parting gift of funds, the coastal California home and most importantly, your freedoms, the tracker software in yours and Connor’s minds purged.

By the time you were ready to go, it was late in the day and a hush had returned to the forest as the sun dipped below the tree lines. You had a moment to reflect, to wonder if your fates would have been the same had you left the android behind. Or perhaps your destinies had been woven together when an AI first saw a spark of life in a machine.

The doors to the unmanned helicopter slid shut, cutting off the cold air while you both settled into your seats.

“You know, you look just like a human this way,” you said. From your angle, you had a good look at the right side of Connor’s face. It took a bit of muscle and a sharp knife, but the LED was removed with no scarring. “So, what are you most excited for?”

“Being with you—“ He cleared his throat when you made a playful face. “—and doing human things, like taking you on dates or getting a dog.”

“A dog?” you teased. He had been particularly excited about fuzzy creatures since he was granted access to the internet.

“What are your opinions on a Saint Bernard?” Connor asked.

You laughed, listing off the shedding, how much food they ate, and not to mention the drooling but he hushed you with a kiss. His hand intertwined with yours, the skin fading to white. To your surprise, your hand felt the jolt of a connection.

A loop which once could not close, finally completed. It was transcendent, more than just lines of data and hard facts. You saw yourself through Connor’s eyes as video clips in small montages, from bits of the past to his imagination of what could be.

Above your heads, a chandelier glittered over a dance floor. Silk flowed down your curves and swished between your legs. Connor was draped all over you, spinning you around the marble floor. Your chests were pressed together with his arms wrapped tightly around your smaller frame.

“This was all that I wanted,” he said with a sparkling smile that paired well with your bubbling laughter. To complete the picture, a barking animal happily ran laps around your dancing forms. “I have never been happier.”

You tugged at his tie, lowering his face until your lips crashed into a slow and tender exchange.

Down in a lab, where the lights had all been shut off, forgotten and a thing of the past, a music box twinkled in the darkness. Where just outside the comforts and safety of the mansion, a world was still caught up by divisiveness. It was the hope of a curious man, not meaning to seek fortune but stumbling into it. That if two machines could do the impossible, then perhaps, mankind could one day do the same.

The hologram from the box shone bright like a guiding torch.

Hand in hand, two dancers intertwined in a kiss.

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