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[softerandroids]

Connor: Potential

[wrinkledparchment]

snake eyes;

Summary: Growing up with one normal, human eye and another as that of a serpent’s as a result of your soulmate, you grew to be self-concious of your eye and hid it from the world. When you’re forced to reveal it, what will happen? 

Word Count: 2,151

A/N: This was NOT meant to be this long but my absolutely-in-love-with-Crowley ass really jumped out and decided to go hard so, uh, yeah. Have fun y’all. 

Warnings: Hella Angst, Blood, Descriptions of Injuries, SOULMATE AU

Taglist:  This is for that one anon and also! @rk900 because Soulmate AU! Crowley makes my heart soft and you wanted me to tag you!! // @obsiidio annabelle i’m love u

you’d already tried to convince yourself it was worth it; it was absolutely not.

they’d call you snake eyes, with no regard for your real name at all. ostracized all your life by everyone, you’d stare into the mirror for no reason at all. one of your eyes was yours, hopefully, and it was quite striking. a beautiful color. 

your eye got no attention at all. your left eye, the one your soulmate harbored, was that of a snake’s.  golden yellow and crested by a fiery, somewhat deeper shade with black slits. they were terrifying, something of a nightmare. 

all your life, you’d wished you could manage to hate the person--or rather, thing--that had cursed you with a snake eye, and you had gotten very close. you’d changed schools numerous times as a youngster, wore sunglasses almost every day, and the only people involved in your life as of now that knew of your snake eye was your parents. 

but now, as you stood in front of your armoire, eyelids puffy and irritated from your crying, you had broken the pair of sunglasses. they laid on your marble countertop--which had a few shards of tinted glass scattered about--in half. 

you wanted to stop hiding, you wanted to find them, and though years ago, you’d wished so only to give them a piece of your mind and scurry off with your normal, human eyes, you understood. 

maybe they were ostracized too, perhaps they weren’t human and having a very obviously human eye caused others to be disappointed, or scared. 

they were your soulmate. even with their serpentine eyes, they were meant for you. and that had to count for something, right?

but god. they were your soulmate, and their serpentine eyes were hellish. they haunted you, around every corner, in every place you walk. that, was the real issue. 

it wasn’t what you thought, or what they thought, or hell, what your parents and friends thought. it was what your soulmate was. 

frightening . . . hellish . . . demonic.

your soulmate wasn’t even a fucking human. 

what if they were a dragon? for all you knew, they could be an alien race and you wouldn’t even meet them, ever. you’d be stuck with this snake eye and it’s consequences for your whole life and you wouldn’t even get to meet them. 

in a moment of confusion, pent-up frustration, and fiery, pure rage, you thrust your fist and straightened your arm just enough to punch and shatter the mirror of your armoire. 

pain seared through your knuckles as fractals of glass dug into your skin and scattered over the marble countertop. you didn’t even flinch, and besides the resounding echo of a crack heard in your bedroom, the only sound was a single drop of crimson landing on one mirror shard. 

you pulled away your hand slowly, careful not to move your feet so you wouldn’t step on a sliver. there was another red stain on the mirror, and not only two seconds after you’d punched it, you regretted it. 

you had smashed the mirror, hard, and you’d need tweezers and a steady hand if you’d actually like to get the splinters out, and even then it’d still be a miracle if you didn’t have dotted scars all over your knuckles. 

you wouldn’t be able to drive, and the nearest urgent clinic was on the other side of the village. there was, however, a hospital that had been burned down about eleven years ago and was partially used as a paintball course, but it would do.

hastily slipping on sandals, you walked with your wallet in your working hand to the hospital. you let your head fall down to the ground, remembering halfway there that you had broken your only pair of sunglasses. 

snake eyes--of course.

you heard machine gunfire, obviously coming from the paintball fight currently going on. being cautious of getting shot with paint (hopefully, it sounded menacingly real), you kept your eyes down before entering the hospital. 

hearing soft voices down a hallway, you followed them, all the while managing to keep your head down and hopefully not bump into anything. “Master Crowley!” you heard Mary speak, and without thought, you lifted your head and called for her. 

“mary?” with a start, she twirled around suddenly and moved slightly to the left, revealing a tall man in dark clothing and sunglasses that looked just like your old, broken pair. 

instantly, it felt like everything in your world clicked. though his face wasn’t quite visible, it was chiseled and he had auburn hair that shone in the light of the partially broken window. the hand you’d been clutching with your other fell to your side, and immediately mary, your old friend, rushed over to you. 

“what happened to your hand, [name]?” she questioned and picked it up to examine, seeing the shards of glass stuck in your skin as blood still trickled out of your open wound. 

“i punched a mirror,” you mumbled, still not taking your eyes off of the man who hadn’t turned away from you. only until a shorter, blonde man cleared his throat did you look away, though you’d gottten lucky, as crowley hadn’t gotten a good look at you yet.

he had a tan coat on, and was a lot less... dark than the other who, based on observation, seemed to be named crowley. quickly, after looking to the other man, you remembered your eye. 

looking back down to your hands, which were being cradled by mary’s, your stomach churned. this was the first time you had been out in public without your sunglasses for some time, and you immediately felt uncomfortable. 

“you punched a mirror?” she repeated, raising her eyes up in attempt to meet your own. obviously, she had a clue why. mary was not completely oblivious, though almost always anxious, so she knew it had something to do with your soulmate’s eyes. 

you refused to meet her gaze, ashamed of what you’d have to show her if you did, so you closed your eyes instead. “that’s what I said; it was just a silly mistake. if you could, can you grab some tweezers and bandages and help me out?” 

mary turned back to ‘master crowley’, still not letting go of your hands, before nodding and walking back to her office, leaving you alone with the two strange men. Open your eyes, you opted to stare at the floor, mumbling a small hello. 

the man in a nicely kept, unwrinkled tan coat stepped forward. “hello [name], i’m aziraphale, and this is crowley. Were you--perhaps, are--a nun of the Order that used to operate here?” 

“i wasn’t, but mary was. it seems you already knew that, though? Uh, sorry for interrupting, i- it’s nothing I just needed mary’s help with something-” you began to stutter, obviously feeling the tension in the air as you brandished your hand and still didn’t raise your head to make eye contact. 

“why in hell would you think it’s a good idea to punch a mirror?” crowley suddenly spoke up, effectively putting a stop to your ramblings. his voice, for some reason, shockingly put you at ease, despite his harsh words. 

“i didn’t, it’s just- i’m very self-conscious about my eye, or rather, my soulmate’s,” you explained as if that wasn’t obvious. there was hum on aziraphale’s end, as if he understood very well. 

“that’s why you won’t look at me, then?” crowley asked, knowing the answer, before you nodded your head dumbly. 

“normally, I wear sunglasses but i broke them this morning,” you explained, again, though they didn’t need to know. before you could stop yourself, you continued with a mumbled: “on purpose.”

mary walked back in quickly, and as an instinctual reaction, you raised your head to look at her, making eye contact. She dropped the whole box of first aid with a loud crash, and you hid your eyes quickly again. “goodness me, [name].”

“now you understand why you’ve never seen me without sunglasses,” you stated, voice falling sadly. The air felt heavy in your lungs, and you turned to leave, just like you’d done every other time someone had seen your eye. 

mary, though, was quicker and had picked back up the First AID kit, and grabbed your hand, yanking you back to her with a harshness you didn’t know she had. “[name], look at me.” 

you turned your head, looking over your shoulder before she took your chin into her hand gently, and turned it towards her. you squeezed your eyes shut, refusing to look at her. “please,” she whispered. 

it was soft, gentle, and friendly, and the two outsiders couldn’t help but watch. aziraphale nearly teared up at the scene, as your eyes suddenly flit open. crowley swallowed down a gasp, because he immediately recognized those eyes. 

because your left eye, the one that was supposed to be your soulmate’s, matched his right; your right eye matched his left, and though he’d made eye contact with you for a millisecond, he had sunglasses on. eyes would only switch back when true, unfiltered eye contact was made. 

you, a girl who had just walked into a paintball facility with a hand of bloodied knuckles, who had just supposedly punched a mirror, was his soulmate. on top of that, he was in the middle of trying to find the antichrist, and, chances are with how many issues you had with your soulmate’s eye, you hated him.

“you’re more than just a set of eyes,” mary murmured, and he saw a single tear slip down your face, before mary could wipe it away. “your eye is something beautiful, [name], and it’s not permanent.”

you nodded, and mary then set down the first aid kit on the windowsill, searching through it before she picked out some tweezers and a disinfectant wipe. crowley, though, decided to step forward. 

his stomach churned, making eye contact with aziraphale, as they both knew what this meant. “mary, I can take care of it,” he stated, plucking the tweezers from her hand and stepping closer to his soulmate. 

before he began though, he took off his sunglasses and his eyes met yours. With an audible gasp, you saw each other, truly saw, before going completely blind as your eyes squeezed shut in pain. 

doubling over, your bloodied hand grasped for his calloused one, squeezing as hard as you could. you saw stars in your shut eyes, showing only an all-black yet somehow colorful vision. There was a resounding silence in the previously burned-down hospital hallway.

crowley opened his eyes, his vision slowly returning normal as he murmured, “darling, you probably shouldn’t be holding my hand, you’ll get the glass deeper into your skin.”

you stood up straight now and opened your eyes. his eye set was now complete with both snake eyes, fiery amber with two black slits. yours, in his vision, were also completed; puffy, red and irritated from crying but still captivating, still starry and wonderous. 

without a warning, crowley looked into your eyes and could infer everything about having a demon’s eye. he was sure that you’d been bullied, that you were insecure, that you’d been through hell and back.

there was a painful, nauseating twist in his gut. guilt. “i’m sorry,” he murmured quietly, breath fanning over your face. your eyes welled up with tears again, and you shook your head. 

“don’t apologize, my dear.” Crowley didn’t look convinced, his eyes, despite being serpentine, held remorse, and sadness. You had never felt something quite like the swelling in your throat at his desperate look, never felt more pained in your life. “There is no need to apologize.”

“I wasn’t even supposed to have a soulmate, I’m a demon, and demons don’t have souls. I shouldn’t have. It’s my fault for wanting a human body.”

“Well, I want a soulmate, and you’re it. You’re the one stuck with me,” you mused, attempting to lighten the mood. Crowley gave a feeble smile in response and you closed your eyes and looked down again. 

“We’ll see about that,” he smirked, suddenly light again too. He picked up your intertwined hands, sliding his own out from under yours as he carefully picked out the glass with his tweezers. 

Through your eyelashes, you looked up at him as his brows furrowed in concentration, and for the first time, you felt wanted. You felt cared for, and your swollen throat suddenly no longer felt so swollen, and the worries of tomorrow, your twisted gut, even the pain in your bloodied knuckles floated away. 

Crowley, a man you’d just met, your soulmate, hadn’t made you fall in love with him yet. You barely knew him still, but you felt comforted and safe. Crowley, you decided, would be stuck with you. 

Even his frightening, serpentine eyes held love, and you knew that yours did too.

[baegarrick]

On the pic with Gavin you reblogged it as RK900 but it's Connor :p

Oh shit ur right

thank you for letting me know, but tbh I’m not gonna change it anytime soon bc I don’t ship convin and I’m too lazy to Deal With Things, and I probably picked it up clicking through other stuff

But for everyone else (like this anon!!!) who correctly tag things like regular human beings, that’s Connor!!! (It’s been incredibly popular unsurprisingly it’s Good Art)

[andthentimestops]

Insufferable [RK900 X Reader]

Anon: RK900(or Connor your choice) trying to interrogate someone but failing miserably because they’re an asshole and start to confess but they’re lying, and it just goes on like this. — A/N: I think this is pretty bad but I tried my best!! :’) —

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@qtmeryr @heartsarecompatible

— Cold grey eyes glared at you from across the metal table as you sat relaxed in your chair. Your cuffed hands rested casually on the table top as you stared directly back into his eyes, completely unbothered.

You let out a deep sigh, your ass was getting numb from how long you’d been sitting down. You tore your eyes away from the android’s stoic ones and glanced at his jacket.

“RK900, huh?” You spoke for the first time since being locked in this room, it visibly piqued the detective’s interest. “What a mouthful. How about... Nines? Can I call you Nines?”

He didn’t respond.

“I’ll call you Nines, then,” you gave him a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. “Listen, buddy,” you continued, leaning forward, your handcuffs clicking as you did, “I’ve been here for almost two hours, it’s clear I’m not gonna tell you shit.”

“And why’s that?” Replied his husky voice. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t make a shiver rush down your spine.

“Because,” you leaned back into your uncomfortable metal chair, “I’m innocent.”

“You were caught red-handed trying to escape the crime scene,” the android said as he stood up, eyebrows furrowed as his eyes burned into yours. “We have footage of you entering and exiting the victim’s home through a window—“

“How’re you so sure that was me?” Your relaxed smile was unnerving to the interrogator. Bright blue words flashed across his own line of sight.

// STRESS LEVEL: 0% //

“More footage showed you running away before my men managed to catch you.”

“Yeah, but there were exactly three blind spots,” you crossed your legs, “and, just between you and me, I have men working for me, too, some of whom have very similar body types as mine.”

“So you’re admitting you’re part of an organisation.”

“I have friends,” you replied, relishing in the fact that you could make a CyberLife poster child look so bothered. “I don’t know if having buddies counts as having an organisation.”

Poor Nines probably wasn’t aware of it but it was clear from his appearance that he was starting to lose confidence in this interrogation. His once pristine hair was now slightly ruffled, his eyebrows were knitted together stiffly as his jaw was clenched.

“Even so, if you aren’t the killer,” Nines said, sitting back down, “you’re still an accomplice. We can still arrest you for that.”

“Yeah, that’s true,” you shot him an exaggerated frown as you wiped away a fake tear, “but that’s not the issue here, is it? You don’t want to arrest an accomplice, that’s petty shit. You want the killer and I’m the only lead you have.”

Nines fidgeted as you licked your lips, “arrest me if you want, I don’t care. But honestly, though, what’re you gonna write on the report? That you arrested me for running?”

Insufferable. That’s what you were. You and your stupid smug smile were insufferable. Nines wasn’t programmed to feel anything but as he stared at you sitting so relaxed in the interrogation room’s chair, he felt as though that was when he was closest to feeling something. Frustration.

You wondered if the android knew how intense his stare was. Nines looked like he wanted to basically kill you with his glare. Before you could point it out, though, the door opened and in came his twin. You’d seen this one in the news before, his name was Connor, you thought.

“Oh, hello,” you purred, getting excited at the prospect of having two of them interrogate you at the same time. Connor gave you an awkwardly curt nod before placing his hand on Nines’s shoulder. Both of their LEDs flickered berets blue and yellow for a moment before the latter stood up and followed Connor out of the room.

Outside the interrogation room, Nines allowed his own stress levels to decrease slowly. Connor had sensed his successor was on the verge of self-destruction and was quick enough to extract him from the situation before anything could’ve gone wrong.

“I don’t understand,” the taller of the two said as his LED flickered between yellow and red. He glared down at his feet, looking defeated, “the suspect is so insufferable I can’t seem to think straight.”

“That’s fine,” Connor replied calmly, “it happens to the best of us.”

Before Nines could say anything else, a loud clanging sound caused both of their heads to shoot up. They stared at one another for a split second before simultaneously rushing into the interrogation room.

Broken handcuffs sat on the table as the chair you’d been on just moments ago was now laying on its side on the floor. You were gone.

Nines felt his stress levels rising once again as he clenched his teeth together. Blue words flashed before his eyes but they said something he’d never seen before.

// SOFTWARE INSTABILITY ^ //