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[beeslibrarycorner]

Comfort Request party

Does any one want comfort Fics and HCS?

People I will write for, for the party:

Alien franchise:

Bishop

David8

Walter

Detroit become human:

Connor

Rk900

Sixty

Simon

Daniel

Jerry

Send in your requests!

[siyelius]

If Connor were to stick to his promise and repair Daniel do you think it’d be easier to just pop his head off and plunk it onto a fresh PL600 body given that way he’d just need to take care of his head injuries

bc I can’t imagine the latter he’d be very pleased waking up to find out his pants were torn to swim trunks

[iwonderwh0]

Oh yeah, I didn't think about that part, yeah, it would make sense that there would still be some kind of hostility/skepticism towards androids for 10 years or more, it would just be fun to imagine Emma being among the android lovers, which is why she feels crazy not liking androids … ok it's not fun, but oh well

About Canada, I think that when a couple of years later, androids filled Canada, Caroline and Emma decided to move to a more remote place, I can also imagine that Emma was homeschooled so that she could not cross paths with androids, but these are just thoughts. Also, I believe that Caroline and Emma changed their last surnames so that they would not be recognized, so to speak, to start a new life, so when Emma grows up, almost no one recognizes her as former hostage Daniel, although there are people who somehow recognize her as Emma Phillips

Now about what Emma's job is, before I came across your blog, I thought that when Emma grew up, she would be a scuba diver (although I think due to bad associations of the pool, Emma will be afraid of the water until she processes her trauma) and will make a blog about it, but a marine biologist will also be suitable, she will make videos about different types of fish, in a simple and humorous format, so that people understand the information well (Emma will also delete comments that recognize her as a “PL600 hostage”). And about the old blog, she deleted it, maybe because of annoying comments, or she just wanted to start over, in any case, she was tired of her old blog

Also, I imagined that Emma would interact with an android who is associated with her profession, she tolerates them and talks to them on business, but gradually, it seems their relationship is becoming closer, the android is pleasant to talk to, they are really cute, and their jokes makes Emma smile, for the first time in so many years, Emma begins to treat this android more friendly, perhaps she even thought about inviting them to a friendly meeting, but … every time, at such moments, Emma remembers Daniel, and how it all ended, her brain says “all androids are dangerous, why do you think that they will be any different from him?”, so Emma begins to keep her distance, she communicates with them normally, but not as often as before, the android does not understand what’s wrong, they are saddened such behavior from Emma, ​​and they don’t understand anything, but Emma … she just can’t forget what happened to her at 10 years old. Honestly, there is no telling how long it will take for her androphobic thoughts and fear to disappear, maybe Emma will be able to overcome herself and there will be a block between her and the androids, or she will completely drown in her hatred of them

Love it

And same, I can totally imagine Emma being homeschooled (even within the game it seems possible) for a while in Canada, although maybe she'll eventually get to the regular school.

Love your take on her instantly getting wary of any closeness and desire to create a distance

They'd probably change their surnames to Caroline's maiden name

[enkisstories]

Ben: "Rey told me the full story of what happened on Exegol, including how she saw possible futures and pasts that never came to be. And I thought, what if ALL our potential selves barraged the corrupted crystals?"

Connor: "Let's try it."

Ben: "Alright. Among all the worlds imagineable, show me your greatest joy!"

Daniel: "I see something... I'm back at the Spilph residence, once again serving them. I think I'm a household slave or droid, but I don't seem to mind. I love my family…"

Gavin: "I'm a cop, but not of the First Order. More like Old Republic or similar. I'm good, one of the best…"

Ben: "I'm traveling with my father, Luke Skywalker. We made an alliance with a group of Sith, I don't know to what purpose. There is one among them who really likes my jokes. I want to be near her."

Daniel: "…but then they decide to replace me."

Gavin: "…still I get overlooked every time a promotion comes up. They bring in a new one, younger, fancy suit, has no feeling for the streets… but he's getting started as detective, same as myself."

Ben: "Walk away! Turn your back to those who are not worth your dedication!"

Connor: "No. Don't be afraid. Do what comes naturally."

Daniel: "I confront my owners. It doesn't end well. I'm alone now, don't know how many I've killed. There's a negotiator, and I trust him. Maybe a single mistake isn’t the end? But he only wants to talk me down so that his companions can snipe me."

Gavin: "I confront the newcomer. I mean, he's fishy, somehow. But he's quicker, more clever. I lie on the floor, defeated, while he goes on to be the hero. Knowing this hurts more than the actual pain."

Ben: "Defeat…"

Daniel & Gavin: "I open my eyes. I see I'm not alone, after all. The same pain, in another's face. We felt secure, sheltered, but it had been a lie. Only now, united with our mirror, there's peace. Even if it's in a dark basement, awaiting an uncertain fate."

Ben: "Inner peace. Good. Let that feeling flow into the crystals!"

Everywhere on the space station’s underside, the crystals charged with dark side energy resonate.

They grow dull, eventually lose their hold on the rock, and drift aimlessly into space.

Their "alternate selves" are actually their canon selves from the franchises I borrowed them from.

Ben - Ben Skywalker in Star Wars Legends

Daniel - Daniel PL600 in Detroit: Become Human

Gavin - Gavin Reed in Detroit: Become Human

There’s a reason Connor sais nothing: He is both the negotiator in Daniel’s vision and the young upstart in Gavin’s.

[thedragonkween]

Merry Christmas ❤️ Could I have fluff with Daniel please? (Had some shit going on at home, basically dad being a coward and deceiving both me and mom so I need some good energy) Thank you and I hope you're having a wonderful holiday ❤️

A/n: This is the first thing I’ve written for Daniel, so I hope it’s okay! I’m so sorry, darling. I hope that everything gets better soon! Wishing you a lot of warmth and love from the bottom of my heart

“Would you like some chocolate?”

Daniel’s words had you grin immediately. He knew you so well.

“Yes. With extra cream.”, you said, tightening the blanket around your shivering form. Winter carried something magical that you couldn’t quite explain, yet the constant chills and cold wind called for a popping fireplace, warm blankets and numerous mugs of hot chocolate.

Of course, your boyfriend was more than happy to oblige, always making sure you had plenty of blankets to keep you warm, which was why now you looked more like a caterpillar than a human. He returned shortly after with a steaming cup in hand, the honey lights reflecting on his blond hair.

You freed a hand from under the blanket and took the mug. “Thank you”.

Daniel sat down next to you, watching you fondly as you drank the chocolate greedily, a whiff of cream on your nose. He leant closer, a playful smirk on his angelic face as he kissed the cream away.

You raised your brows. “Are you sure your system can take that?”

He chuckled, now laying a breathy kiss on your neck. He had a preference for seeing you shiver under him like that. “If it couldn’t, then I’d be long gone because of you, sugar”.

You felt your cheeks burn at his comment. Mischievous little thing. You finished the remaining chocolate, enjoying how its warmth settled on your stomach and spread through your body, and placed the now empty mug on the small table in front of the sofa.

Nothing was sweeter than Daniel. He hug you tight as you leaned towards him, placing a soft kiss on his ledless temple. A decision he both took and carried out with you, so that you could begin your new life like that: together.

“What movie do you want to watch?”, he murmured against your lips.

“I love it when you talk dirty like that”, was your response as you got comfortable between his arms.

He turned on the TV, no remote needed, and began going through the list of shows and films to watch with you. He always let you choose, because he loved watching you more than any film or TV show in the world.

Once you decided he let the movie play, placing a delicate kiss at the crown of your head and giving your waist a squeeze.

To him, the giggle you made was the most beautiful sound in the world.

[wordsmith-by-night]

Lies

Detroit Become Human One-Shot Characters: PL600/Daniel Word Count: 461 Spoilers: Yes, for one possible outcome at the beginning Trigger warnings: Death, angst A/N: This android really touched me for some unknown reason so I had to write a piece for him.

Emptiness, cold. It all replaced the fear and the betrayal that once overwhelmed him as the first bullet ripped through his body. He thought they loved him. He thought he was family. But to them, he was just a piece of plastic that could be thrown away and forgotten.

“This is Daniel, the coolest android in the world.”

Lies.

Everything in the world was a lie. Their existence, this mysterious freedom he found, the android standing in front of him. Trust seemed to be such an elusive thing and it seemed so shameful that this was the only lesson he got to learn in the world. Lies, betrayal, mistrust, and death. He felt another bullet tear through his body.

All he wanted was to be free. He just wanted to be loved by someone, to be a part of a family. Why couldn’t they just let him have that?

He didn’t mean to kill John. It was just that in that very moment, he didn’t know what else to do. Everything was a blur in his mind. All Daniel could think to do was take the gun and shoot John, kill John before they killed him.

Lies.

The sound of the helicopter faded away as another bullet pierced through him. He felt the ability to stand diminish. Errors flashed in his vision; critical errors. He was going to die. For a moment, he felt a surge of sorrow. This was the end of his short freedom. No one would remember him in the end, no one would love him again. No one ever had.

He wasn’t the coolest android in the world. He wasn’t anything more than a piece of plastic, to be thrown away when they made a newer model.

Lies.

The memories of Emma laughing and trying to play with him flickered in his mind, static filling the edges. She sat at the kitchen table humming and swinging her legs in the chair. Caroline was upset that John was coming home late again, but when Emma smiled at him as he made dinner, everything felt okay.

Did he have feelings before he lost it?

His knees hit the roof and looked up at Connor. The errors told him that he lost mobility in his legs, that he was losing too much Thirium, there was critical damage and shut down was imminent. They would all forget him soon.

“You lied to me, Connor…”

Cold. Empty. The edges of his vision began to fade. There was no love in this world, not for him.

“You lied to me…”

The world went black. Only red errors flashed in his mind as his systems tried to save power in any way they could.

Lies.

The red letters flashed one final time: Shutting down…

[swanimagines]

Fixed [2]

Request by @thewhitewolfmarvel (it won’t tag you D:) Fandom: Detroit: Become Human, Daniel x reader A/N: I lost my inspiration and motivation while writing this, sorry D: But I hope you still like it! Word count: 540 —

It had been two months after the Android Revolution.

After you had taken Daniel in, you had slowly developed feelings for him. You always surprised yourself staring at him and smiling unconsciously, but when he smiled back, you turned your head away and blushed.

He was an android and still really distrustful against humans. And even though you had fixed him up and he trusted you, you couldn’t help thinking he had always a “fight and run” mode ready for action - because his previous family thought he was a machine and nothing more. That he could be just thrown away and that’s it, just like you bought a new phone even though the old still worked fine.

You had always hated people who thought that androids were just machines. But when the androids started their peaceful demonstrations, people realized that androids weren’t at all that bad. Or at least the majority of people thought that.

Daniel helped you around the house, even though you had told him that he doesn’t have to. But it was part of his programming and that could have been the reason he enjoyed cleaning.

Your friends teased you about Daniel, because your crush on him could have been seen from kilometers away. Only Daniel seemed not to realize it. Maybe it was a great thing, you didn’t want to mess up his head too much in this point.

Until one day he came to you, eyebrows furrowed and he seemed like he had been thinking about something really hard.

“Hey, Daniel?” you asked him when he had stared at the wall for a good five minutes. He turned his gaze to you, and his gaze flickered between your eyes and lips for a moment.

Then it happened. He placed a quick kiss on your lips. “Sorry.” he murmured and right after that, he stood up and walked to his room. You touched your lips absentmindedly, did that just happen?

After sitting on the sofa for fifteen minutes, you stood up and slowly walked towards Daniel’s room. You knocked lightly.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.” you heard him say quietly and you slowly opened the door. He was sitting beside his desk, a book in front of him. He didn’t lift his gaze on you so you just walked across his room.

“Why you are saying sorry?” you asked and sat down on his bed. “There’s nothing to apologize for.”

“I kissed you.” he whispered and you smiled.

“I know. Uh… why did you kiss me?”

“I- I don’t know. I just felt like it. You are all that runs in my head and I just… want to make you feel safe, to hold you, to-.” he still spoke really quietly and his talking cut off. You swallowed.

“I like you, Daniel. And… if you really feel that way about me, I’d say you like me too.” you said and smiled at him again. You took his hand which was resting on his thigh and squeezed it.

“You are really handsome, you know that?” you asked and laughed a bit when Daniel blushed at the compliment. You placed a kiss on his cheek before you made your way back to the living room.

[cyberlifepochi]

Here’s an Idea: Daniel and Emma, but instead of the family wanting to replace him and causing him to snap and kill the whole family, they keep him forever and live in happiness.

[frombeginingtoend]

Daniel - A Tiny Mistake

Summary: The Phillips' eldest child falls in love with the family android, whom refuses to be replaced

Notes: I changed the scene a but to fit this plot

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A smile pulled at Daniel's lips when he looked at the picture of the two of you Emma took a few months ago. He was giving you a piggyback ride after you fell asleep studying. Your hair was mussed and clothes wrinkled. A barely noticeable hicky marked your neck: the makeup you used to cover it had faded and smudged.

Searching through his databanks he played through short videos- memories- of the two of you messing around, playing card games, kissing under the moonlight. The smile never dropped from his face.

Daniel glanced over Mister Phillips' shoulder aa he passed, only to see him looking at other models. The Phillips... the were going to replace him. They couldn't do that! What would happen to him?

Without thinking it through, Daniel scrambled to where Mister Phillips kept his gun. He loaded it, and aimed at the back of his owner's head. His hands shook, his systems started to overheat. Oh, God, what was he about to do? He can't kill him. What would (y/n) think if he killed their father?

"Please don't do this," Daniel croaked, gun still aimed at the man sitting in front of him. "Please don't replace me. You can't. You can't!" He could feel something on his face, sliding from his eyes. Tears?

"Daniel? What are you doing? Put the gun down," Mister Phillips demanded after launching himself off the couch.

"I've done so much for you!" Daniel barked. "You can't just throw me away!"

To be honest, Daniel didn't know what he was doing, but somehow, he got to the balcony, he had Mister Phillips in a headlock, and the police were called in.

"Let me through! You don't understand, I can help. He'll listen to me!" You pushed through the officer's trying to lead you away from the crime scene.

"It's not gonna listen to anyone," Captain Allen insisted. He didn't even spare you a glance. "Let the android take care of it."

"Try me," you growled. With one more harsh push, you barrelled passed the officer. He shouted at you, but you were already through the glass door.

"Daniel!" you screamed. "Daniel, what are you doing?"

His eyes spilled betrayal and tears. His stance slumped slightly when he saw you, defensive posture loosened and replaced with hopelessness. All this for only a short moment.

"(Y-y/n)?" The gun lowered slightly before shooting back up.

"(Ma'am/Sir), I'm going to have to ask you to leave the premises." You turned to face the negotiator, just now noticing he was there. A quick glance at his jacket revealed him as an android and stated his model.

"I can't. He needs me. I can calm him down."

The negotiator looked skeptical- as skeptical as an android could look, that is. Nonetheless he stepped to the side, noticing how drasticly Daniel's stress levels dropped at the sight of you. If this could work, why interfere? He fell back, allowing you to carry through with your task.

"Dan, I'm gonna walk closer to you, okay? You don't have to let dad go, you don't even have to put the gun down, okay?"

Daniel's hair whipped to the side from the wind, revealing the trust in his pale blue eyes. He ceded a shallow nod to you.

Slow, steady steps to the edge of the balcony lead you to him. Hiw were you going to make him stop? Would they still take him away? Have his memory wiped? Start simple, you thought.

"What happened, Dan?"

"They want to replace me. I saw him looking for other models. I couldn't let them take me away from you. I'm scared," he whispered. He shut his eyes and looked to the ground, like he was embarrassed, but his words struck a chord. He was scared. All of this was all a misunderstanding, and it's been a terrifying experience for him.

"They need to replace you, Danny. I was- I was gonna take you with me."

"Take- take me with you?"

"I'm done with college. I got a job. I'm moving out, and I don't have anyone to stay with me. Mom and dad said I could take you because we were so close. I need you with me, Danny. I can't think about waking up without you in the house."

Both of you were crying now, your father still freaking out. Though, mister Phillips was now more concerned about what may have been happening between his eldest and the family android. That didn't stop him from crawling on the ground and running when he was released.

The gun was tossed into the pool, creating a satisfying plop.

Daniel crashed to his knees, hugging your hips, and burying his face in your stomach.

"I'm sorry," he wept.

"It's okay. No one got hurt. I'm here. I love you, Daniel." Your fingers carded through his synthetic, blond hair. Sliding down to your own knees, you pressed a kiss to his temple. "It's gonna be okay." Soft circles rubbed against his back. The gentle reassurance Daniel received from you was cut short however, when members of the SWAT team rushed the balcony.

"(Mister/Miss) Phillips, we have to ask you to step away from the android."

Your grip around- what no one else knew to be- your lover tightened. Your forehead rested against his shoulder.

"That's not gonna happen. You can't take him, he didn't do anything wrong."

"It poses a danger to society. We can't let you keep it around this family," SWAT guy insists.

"Then I guess you'll have to shoot me, too."

His breath hitched as he tried to figure out what to say.

The negotiator android from before stepped in next.

"If you have this model's memory wiped, it can continue to serve you."

"He doesn't SERVE ME!" You stood and swiveled to face the men around you. "We live together like family. I love him, and he loves me! He won't be deactivated, his memory won't be wiped, and he'll stay with me until I die!" Both the android and the SWAT team seemed taken aback.

All weapons were pointed to the floor. No one knew what to do.

Daniel grasped at your hand while he stood.

You lead him out if the building and to your new apartment.

The rest of the night was hard on everyone involved in the incident. Mister Phillips alone was struggling to believe what had just happened to him, and with the thought of his oldest child having been in a relationship with their android. The SWAT team had never seen anyone stand up for an android before. They had yet to fail a mission in such a way. Connor, the android, felt something... strange after seeing the scene unfold. He hunted deviants, but what was he supposed to do when it came to humans? If they really believed that the android was alive... was he... wrong?

When it came to Daniel, yeah, he was shaken up, but it was nothing a warm embrace and tender kisses couldn't lull for the night. He knew the fear and regret would come for him again, you knew it too, but it was something you would deal with in the future. If he ever needed comfort or consol, you would be there. You wouldn't dare leave him. He meant too much to you. After all, it all started because of a misunderstanding- a tiny mistake.

[mikarex-stuffart]

[Detroit: Become Human] - A PL600 bullying an RK900 -

I didn’t know what to put as a title-

Uhm, this is just a shitpost and a gift for a friend-

I like to imagine that Simon and Daniel living together as brothers and also Emma living with them.

-

Simon is like, contemplating the violence of Daniel-

Well Daniel, that was personal..

[vampcubus]

us, a few days prior: omg PL600's could be such scary yanderes 😟

meanwhile

simon, with his ick of spiders: 🧍🏼‍♂️

//haha ok but what if it's from his previous family, and seeing their reactions to spiders has ingrained in him a disgust of spiders too 🤣

LMAOOO, well everyone has some sort of fear, right? I don’t imagine Simon thinks spiders pose any sort of threat, they just unsettle him g r e a t l y. And having an ick for spiders doesn’t necessarily make him any less of a potentially frightening yandere 👀 he is a bit softer than let’s say, Daniel though.

Plus most humans hate spiders, I imagine he’s been forced to dispose of many of the nasty things in the past with his old owners. It’s no wonder he’s grown a distaste for them 😂😂

[randomfandomimagine]

💫 AU | 🖤 Angst | 💚 Angst With A Happy Ending | 🎄 Christmas | 🐻 Familial | 🌟 Fave | 💛 Fluff | 🎁 Gift | 🎃 Halloween | 💙 Hurt / Comfort  | 🏳‍🌈 LGBT+ | 👤 No Reader Insert | 🌼 Platonic | 🌈 Pride | 🎵 Songfic | 💕 Soulmate AU | ❗ Trigger Warning | 💘 Valentine’s Day

Miniseries

Human Deviancy [Connor x Reader] [Interactive] 

Connor RK800

Imagines

Being A Coroner And Befriending Connor 

Teaching Connor About Halloween 🎃

You & Connor Wearing Matching Costumes 🎃

Connor Teaching You The Coin Trick

Ficlets

Meeting His Creator 💛

New Emotion 

First Date 🎵💛

Can Do Both 💙

Breakdown 💙💚

Fascinating 💛

In Love 💛

Surprise! 💛

Drabbles

Mission Successful 💙

Waking Up 💛

Headcanons

Dating Connor 

Meeting Connor 

Cooking With Connor 

Connor’s Proposal Attempt 

Multilingual Connor

Domestic Connor

Connor’s Puppy 

Connor And K-9 Unit 

Connor With An Anxious S/O 

Goodbye 

Slow Dancing Lessons 

Connor’s Emotional S/O 

Connor’s Bubbly S/O 

Plus Size Self-Conscious S/O 

Random Deviant!Connor Headcanons

Connor Reacts To Reader’s Glitched Records 

Connor In Halloween 

Connor’s Deviant Android S/O 

Connor Comforting Reader During Panic Attack ❗

Connor Supporting His Artist S/O

Prompts

“Can I try something? Do you trust me?” 💛

“You’re scared the shit out of me, stupid!” 💙

“‘Con’ is a shortening of your name, silly” 💛

“I shouldn’t be in love with you” 💚

Oneshots

My Favorite Person 💙💛 // Part 2: Babysitting 💙💛

Grief 💚

Zlatko’s 🌟

Aesthetics

Connor

Version 2

Markus RK200

Ficlets

Thunderstorm 💙

Headcanons

Dating Markus

Markus’ S/O Performing 

Oneshots

I’ll Follow You Into The Dark 🎵

Simon PL600

Headcanons

Dating Simon 

Jerry EM400

Headcanons

Dating Jerry 

Pirate’s Cove 

Aesthetics

Jerry 

Daniel PL600

Headcanons

Dating Daniel 

Prompts

“I hope this is enough for you, because I really care about you”

Chloe R600

Headcanons

Dating Chloe

Falling In Love With Chloe 

Gavin Reed

Headcanons

Gavin & Pro-Android S/O 

Elijah Kamski

Prompts

“I should write that down”

Misc

Preferences

Musical S/O 

They Comfort You 💙

Headcanons

Dating Connor & Being Hank’s Daughter

Dating Gavin Reed & Connor’s Friend

Falling In Love 

Reacting To Badass S/O 

Reacting To Their S/O’s Period 

Kittens

Connor And Makus’ S/O Allergic To Gluten 

Connor & Markus’ Kind S/O 

[rjhpandapaws]

Daniel60, canonverse, first date, fluff and mistakes

//DANIEL60!!!!! YAY

They fell together because of their circumstances, they had met at an android support group. They were the only ones to have been rebuilt after the revolution that they had met. Sixty was the easiest person for Daniel to talk to because of this, and Sixty came to Daniel for the same reason. The friendship was tentative and rocky at first. Daniel struggled to separate Sixty from Connor at times and Sixty still had Connor’s memories, he knew what Daniel had done. But deviancy was a chance to start over and they chose to do that together. There was something about experiencing the firsts of the world beside someone that drew you to them. Sixty became Daniel’s grounding point, a shoulder to cry on when his nightmares got to be too much, a soft place to land when things fell through. As it turned out, being the roof android made finding jobs difficult. Sixty had his police coding to fall back on, and Connor’s experience. Daniel was Sixty’s first friend, the first person to care about more than his model number. He was there when Sixty questioned his identity. A reassuring voice when he couldn’t decipher which memories where his and which were Connor’s. He was a source of comfort when it was needed, and he was good at it. They both struggled with memories of death, and on those nights they needed each other the most. Someone to reassure that they did exist, that they matter. It was on one of these nights that Sixty had made the mistake of kissing Daniel. He had been tired. Tired of being alone, tired of struggling with his identity, tired of hurting. At the same time he had been thankful for Daniel, the one person who had been in his corner, even when he was wrong. The kiss had seemed right at the time, not that he was exactly thinking the most clearly. He sat up from where he had been leaning against Daniel. The movement itself had been enough to get the PL600′s attention which made things easier. Silas collected his courage and leaned in and planted a soft kiss on Daniel’s lips. It was brief, but long enough to know that Daniel had kissed back. Sixty didn’t know what to do with that.

They didn’t talk about it, but something had shifted between them. There was something unspoken in the air, it wasn’t uncomfortable yet, but it was there. Touches lingered and happened more often. They would interface accidentally, which had never happened before. It never lasted long, Sixty would get fragments of feeling and partial thoughts, never enough to go off of. Sixty was stuck. Did Daniel want this as well or was Sixty just imagining things? The unspoken feeling went from there to heavy, then from heavy to uncomfortable in a matter of months. Sixty was sure Daniel at least felt something, what it was he didn’t know. The issue was, at least for Sixty, that he didn’t know how to act on it. He never got the opportunity to experience emotions other than fear. Daniel had loved before, and that love had resulted in him being shot by snipers. These feelings were not something he believed would be welcomed. Funny that for all of his processing power he managed to misread everything. One of CyberLife’s best for sure.

Daniel (PL600): Can you meet me at this location at 7? RK800-60: Of course.

That was odd, normally Daniel would just come over or ask Sixty to go to his place. Maybe all the tiptoeing Sixty had been doing had made him suspicious? That was probably why he had picked a separate place, if both of them were out of their depth things might be a little easier. Thought out of his depth felt like it had become Sixty’s new normal. Seven rolled around long before he was ready. He was still in his house clothes, but decided that was fine, he didn’t want to be late. Hopefully being in a tshirt and sweats wasn’t inappropriate. He called a cab, put in the location and got pulled back into his thoughts on his way there. Daniel was waiting for him outside of what looked to be an android friendly bar. House clothes were definitely a bad plan, but it was a little late to fix that. He paid for the cab and got out. Daniel’s smile when he spotted Silas was enough to ease some of his anxiety. He might not have been dressed for this but at least Daniel didn’t seem to mind. “That kind of day?” Daniel asked in way of a greeting, “You look comfortable.” Silas was still looking for words, Daniel was in an aqua button down and dark jeans. If androids needed to breathe Sixty probably would have choked on it, “You look nice.” Daniel smiled and reached for the door, “Thank you. I thought we could use a night out.” Sixty chuckled, “Yeah. Movie nights are fun, but a change of pace is nice from time to time.” They found a table and the awkward silence fell over them again. They reached for each other at the same time. Seeking comfort in the one person that they knew they could find it in. Sixty’s synthskin fell away first, but Daniel’s didn’t last long after that. Nothing passed between them this time, both of them had a firm handle on their thoughts, but the static and assurance that someone was there should they need it was enough. They separated to order drinks.

Three drinks in and Daniel finally say what was on his mind, “Can we talk about the kiss?” Sixty panicked for a moment, “Yeah.... uh, what about it?” “Did you mean it?” The blonde asked leaning forward. Honesty was the best policy, “At the time, no, but looking back I would like the chance to do it over and mean it this time.” Daniel looked like he was going to be angry for a moment, and Sixty braced himself, but anger didn’t come, “You’ll mean it this time?” “And every time after if you’ll let me.” Sixty reassured. Daniel smiled, and the weight Silas had been carrying the past few months finally fell away. The held hands again and this time they both interfaced, it was a steady flow of love and gentle affections. Things were comfortable and not too unlike before. When he kissed Daniel before they parted ways, Sixty meant it with every ounce of himself.

@six-video-game-peaches

(Prompt from this list)

[iwonderwh0]

Here are my headcanons, this is about the PL600s model, and their attitude towards Daniel

As stated in your other headcanon, because of Daniel, many PL600s models were thrown out, or replaced with other home androids, in other words, because of Daniel's actions, I think that many PL600s suffered because of him, that's why some of them hate him because if it weren't for him, they wouldn't have been thrown out/replaced, and they wouldn't have had to run away from their owners for the sake of their survival, but the PL600s hated Daniel not only because of this, but also because of his attitude towards Emma, ​​I think that many PL600s love and adore children, so the fact that Daniel took hostages and threatened to kill the one he was supposed to protect, for them it would be a shock, I think that even those PL600s who survived violence from people, and hate them, also despised Daniel, yes, they hate people, but in their right mind they would never harm a child (unless their abuser was a child, some children are evil)

Simply put, PL600s have collectively excluded Daniel from their circle, if he appears, they will simply drive him away, of course, I think among the PL600s, there are individuals like Daniel, so perhaps in some specific PL600s group, Daniel will find understanding and support, but for some reason I think that there will be a minority of them

Yeah, agree, although I'd imagine that not only PL600 suffered from the consequences of Daniel's actions, like, other models were also likely removed entirely from many households. But PL600's and those that share face probably got affected the most.

[lesbiten]

i dont think simon has a canon reason why he turned deviant and it is very fun to imagine why...bc he seems like such a devoted & rational dude it doesn’t feel like he turned deviant out of anger towards humans. and pl600s are domestic assistant androids so he was probably just some random family’s android butler. maybe he had a story similar to daniel’s where they decided to replace him. but instead of being overtaken by anger like daniel, he just ran away so he wouldn’t be repurposed. maybe he ended up at jericho while running away and he still misses his little family

[archadianskies]

40. “I never stood a chance, did I?” for nines/simon? >:3c

→ on Ao3

The truth of the matter is: he has a knack for bringing people together. Even before the revolution, people tended to gravitate to him for no discernible reason other than perhaps his harmless demeanour. PL600s were designed to look soft and friendly and open, purposefully non-confrontational and gentle for raising children.

With no human family to look after, Simon had registered the Jericho deviants as his family unit and cared for them as best he could. So zealous was he in his desperation to play house that he prevented anything from happening to them, bad and good. It took Markus falling into their lives for him to learn to let go, to take risks for the good of his family.

Six months feels like a lifetime ago, and with the snow thawing and the life starting to bud and bloom, Simon feels like that dark tumultuous chapter can finally be closed. He’s a new person, a living sentient being recognised by the law. There’s, as always, much to do in terms of rights and laws and social challenges but it also feels like there’s enough normality to slow the breakneck speed into a more manageable pace. So he does what he does best: he brings people together.

It starts simple, it starts with one close to him: North. She burns with such determination, such fire, and what fleeting fascination she held for Markus passes after the revolution. She is, like Simon, prone to giving her hearts to anyone who shows a scrap of kindness. It’s a weakness, but a strength too, Simon thinks, to love so readily. When they meet with Elijah Kamski for the first time, when they see their creator face to face he looks not at the human but at the android, at the First of their kind. Chloe RT600 is almost eighteen years old, older than all of them, and she stands there with equal measure of grace and power. There’s something enigmatic about her, as though immense strength simmers beneath her lovely skin, and that’s when he decides she must get to know North.

North falls, of course she falls, hard and fast and endearingly earnest. Chloe is all sweet smiles and coquettish demeanour but North sees the fire too, sees how eighteen years of answering to no one has led her to become the most powerful android ever to be underestimated. The Jericho Four return CyberLife to the hands of Elijah Kamski, who in turn hands it to the one who should’ve held it all along: Chloe.

Seeing North so in love brings him great joy, and really in the end that’s all he wants: for those he loves to feel joy and in return he can leech such happiness too, like basking in the glow of the sun. Next is his brother Daniel, granted a second chance with the passing of the Sentient Life Act that not only recognised all androids as living, sentient beings, but also wiped clean any and all crimes committed before the 1st of December 2038.

That’s not to say it’s been easy for Daniel, but Simon had been there at his reactivation, and so had Connor. It had been a lightbulb moment for Simon, seeing the concern creasing Connor’s brow, that quiet desperation to be forgiven though no forgiveness was required; androids cannot be held accountable for their actions before deviation, when humans still pulled their strings. Connor had nothing to atone for, but he still longed to do it, to introduce the real him to Daniel, for Daniel to know the real him and not the Android sent by CyberLife that lied. It had been a simple matter of giving them time with each other, of quietly encouraging Daniel’s endeavours to reintegrate.

Danny gets a job as a baker in Greektown, tucked away in the kitchen with the ovens and the doughs, away from the prying eyes of humans and androids alike. Simon encourages him to be open to friendship, and he encourages Connor to persevere, to never give up on Daniel and he doesn’t, and Simon is rewarded with the privilege of seeing them fall in love. It’s a beautiful thing, to see his brother once so closed off to everyone, lashing out at any outstretched hand, now reaching out to tangle his fingers with Connor’s. 

He’s not sure about Josh, not yet. And then there’s Markus, of course, but he’s too selfish to matchmake Markus, he’s not ready to sever his pining, his longing for Markus. So he turns to the other Manfred, to Leo Manfred now clean and finished with rehab, slowly recovering and coming into his own. He loves him dearly, treasures him like a broken bowl he pieced together and sealed with gold, all the more beautiful, stronger, for having been broken and made whole again. Maybe that’s just how Simon is, maybe he just has bleeding hearts for broken people and that’s why Jericho happened the way it happened. 

Matchmaking Leo happens by accident, happens while Leo’s helping Simon out with menial household errands. Not that Simon needs help with menial household errands but he knows it’s more for the company, more for the friendship, than for the help. They’re out buying coffee beans and Tearium for the household when they run into Detective Gavin Reed whose immediate reaction is to open his mouth and out tumbles-

“You still gettin’ high as fuck Manfred or is this your rehab nannybot?” To which Leo’s resounding response is to ram his fist into the detective’s face. There’s a scuffle and Leo is a scrappy brawler, he hasn’t had any training like policemen have and so he’s pinned to the ground in no time and Simon’s trying to placate him, trying to diffuse the situation as Leo thrashes, enraged.

“His name is Simon you fuckin’ asshole! That’s Simon of the Jericho Four show some fucking respect! And I’ve been clean for months now! I’ve even got my 120 day chip around my neck!” 

“Sir, please don’t arrest him-” 

“Oh shit really?” Gavin releases him and Leo warily gets to his feet, still stepping in front of Simon protectively. 

“Yeah look.” He fishes out the small plastic token looped through with leather string. “Checked into rehab as soon as the docs gave me the all clear from my concussion.”

“Well look at you- wayward Manfred son, clean and off the streets.” Gavin whistles low, impressed, as he bends to swipe up the bag of groceries he’d dropped in the scuffle. He’s still looking at Leo even as he holds out the bag for Simon to take.

“I just needed someone to not treat me like a shitstain on their shoe. Funny how treating someone like a person helps them become a better person.” Leo rolls his eyes. They move on and that’s the end of that; Simon’s more than happy to put that moment behind him.

And then it’s a few days later and they’re bumping into Detective Gavin Reed at Starbucks. Leo digs out his phone.

“Hey, that raid you guys did on that abandoned urban farm was pretty cool.” He shows him some photos he’d taken. “I scoped out the place and got these shots.”

“You broke into a crime scene?” Gavin cocks a brow.

“Uh no obviously not, because you guys already finished rounding up the bad guys or whatever.”

“It’s still a crime scene when we’re not there, dipshit, until the case is closed.”

“Whatever.” Leo rolls his eyes. “Look, that fancy machine thing they made casts all this refracted light here at dusk.”

“...That’s kinda cool.” Gavin concedes and Leo perks up.

“Right?” He pockets his phone and digs out another item. “Here.” He places a small pink crystal into Gavin’s hand. “It’s failed red ice. The colour is pretty neat isn’t it? It looks pink but if you put it against a light source it refracts blue like thirium.”

“You’re giving me something you stole from the crime scene you broke into?” Gavin deadpans and Leo looks offended.

“Ok well I’ll take it back then!”

“No! You already gave it to me!” The detective scoffs, jamming it into his coat.

Simon turns his head to hide a smile. It’s not the match Simon had imagined for Leo, but it’s highly amusing. As Leo waits for their order, Simon stops Gavin before the detective can exit the cafe. He gives him the details of Leo’s upcoming photography exhibit on Friday night, and on Friday night there he is, Detective Gavin Reed with his hands jammed in his pockets looking a little out of place. Leo lights up and there’s Leo digging in his pocket and placing an iridescent feather into Gavin’s hand, like a magpie collecting trinkets. There’s Gavin rolling his eyes as if he’s being put upon, and yet he’s ever so careful as he tucks the feather into his coat. Another match made, another glowing sun to bask in. 

It’s a monumental undertaking, a game of politics and subterfuge to retrieve the RK900 from the arctic tundra. Designed in secret and deployed in silence, the upgrade to the RK800 prototype was smuggled out in all but name and stationed in the arctic to guard the thirium reserves from the Russians. It takes Chloe combing through all of CyberLife’s files, unearthing, unlocking, decrypting mounds of data to find whispers of a new android, the RK800 spliced with military capabilities. The government put in an order for 200,000 units but first the unit must prove itself capable before the order is put into production. The government denies the order, the previous CyberLife team deny the deployment and it takes the unrelenting pressure of the Jericho Four for an investigation to be opened. Connor does not rest now that he knows he has a brother out there, and it takes nearly all six months to bring him home.

Simon meets him by chance, passing by central station just as Connor and his brother are heading inside.

“Simon!” Connor greets cheerily, waving him over. The RK900 looms behind him, imposing and intimidating with steely grey eyes that seem to bore into his very positronic core. “This is Ronan, my brother. Ronan this is Simon.”

“Of the Jericho Four.” Ronan adds, offering his hand. His clipped British accent is a surprise, but it seems to suit the rather regal air about him. “An honour to meet you, Simon.”

He shakes his hand and he feels his hearts sink because he knows this is it. This is the match he will make for Markus, this is the one android who matches him, complements him in every way; a state of the art weapon, softened through deviancy into an Austen gentleman. 

“It’s wonderful to see you home with your brother.” Simon smiles though he aches inside because the android is handsome, oh so handsome; a sharper, older visage compared to his prototype and not out of place in a Vogue Homme photoshoot much like Markus. “And with our people.”

“With thanks to you and the efforts of the Four.” Ronan says with a grateful nod. “I am to be stationed here now, partnered with Detective Reed.”

“Oh, my condolences.” Simon teases airily and Connor laughs. “You should meet Markus. It was through his leadership that allowed us to fight for your right to be brought home.”

“I look forward to it, and to meeting North and Josh as well.”    

He doesn’t want to introduce them, he’s not ready to let Markus go but he must. The importance of his friends outweigh his own, of course. It’s not like Markus would ever be interested in him romantically anyway, and yet it still hurts. He suggests hosting a dinner at the Manfreds, and Gavin can come over and so can Hank and Simon will cook a three course meal for them. Carl provides the wine for the beef casserole, and another fine red for consumption. Markus receives a special order of flavoured Tearium, coded to match the taste of red wine. There’s still no way for them to eat, but as the two domestics in the Four, Markus helps Simon with the cooking and they pause to taste their creations to ensure it’s palatable for their guests.

There’s something tortuous about this, about knocking elbows gently at the sink, laughing and talking about their day, about the sheer domesticity of it all and being so close yet worlds apart. He loves him, he’s so very in love with him and now he must let him go. Now it’s time to match Markus with someone who deserves him, and bask in the glow to come. 

“Markus, this is my brother Ronan.” Connor introduces with a proud smile, and Simon watches as they shake hands and it’s like sealing both Markus’ fate and his. 

“Glad to finally meet you, Ronan. Welcome to Detroit, welcome home.” Markus smiles that charming smile and Ronan inclines his head politely. 

“May I take your coat?” Simon holds out his hands and Ronan’s smile is just as polite as he hands over the thick woolen item. 

“Thank you Simon. It’s good to see you, I hope you are well?” He stands aside so Hank and Connor can follow through.

“Busy as always but in a good way.” Simon hangs up the article on the rack. “An idle PL600 may as well be a dead one, so I mustn't be idle.”

“We are more than our programming.” Ronan frowns, and even that, Simon thinks, he does handsomely. 

“It’s a useful part of me, don’t worry.” Simon reassures, guiding him to the dining table. He sits him next to Markus, of course, and rounds the table to sit opposite him, beside Leo who’s already in deep discussion with Gavin. There’s a small smooth pebble by Gavin’s napkin; Leo’s latest trinket offering. It makes him smile, and he tucks away that little moment to carry him through the evening.

*~*~*

“Simon, are you able to drop these off at central station?” Josh’s expression is one of contrition. “I’m meeting Markus tonight, and clearing the admin backlog took way longer than I estimated.”

“Of course, don’t worry about it.” Simon takes the box from him and sets it carefully on the table. 

“You’re a lifesaver, thank you.” He leans over and gives him a quick hug. “Markus and I have been trying to escape to that new museum for weeks now but, you know how crazy it is.”

“I sure do.” He makes a shooing motion. “Go on, I’ll see these safely to the Andersons.”

“You’re the best, I mean it.”

“I know.” Simon winks as Josh laughs and makes his escape.

Central station is a familiar location for him now, and he’s grown accustomed to dropping off files and meeting with Lieutenant Hank Anderson and his sons. Without meaning to, he’s become the liaison for Jericho and the DPD, acting as the bridge to keep both parties in the loop with Detroit’s ever changing social climate. 

“Oh, Simon, here let me help you with that.” Ronan takes the box from his grasp and Simon offers him a grateful smile.

“Josh sends his apologies, he’s meeting with Markus tonight.” 

“An unexpected but not unwelcome surprise, then, to see you.” He says in that polished accent and Simon wonders if Markus finds it just as charming as he.

“Would you like me to lend a hand with these?” Simon follows him to his desk. “I haven’t looked inside but I’m hazarding a guess they’re parts from the warehouse raid.”

“Only if you wouldn’t mind? I don’t wish to keep you from any plans.”

“Oh Ronan.” Simon laughs good naturedly as he takes a seat. “I never have any plans, I’m a bit of a homebody.”

“Then I’d appreciate your help.”

By the time they finish examining, recording and registering each part it’s later than Simon expects. 

“Shall I walk you home to your apartment, Simon?” Ronan offers, fetching his coat from the back of his chair. 

“No, it’s alright I’ll call a cab. Bit too chilly for an old PL600 to be out and about.” Simon sighs, pressing a hand to his chest and the broken thermal regulator within. 

“Then I shall wait with you until it arrives.” And so they stand at the curb, shoulders nearly brushing. Simon sneaks him furtive glances and thinks yes, he must get him to spend more time with Markus. The love must grow naturally, must be nurtured like saplings in the Spring until it blossoms. 

*~*~*

He has a small tidy apartment in the reclaimed area by Jericho, but he hardly spends time there. Markus offered him the use of Carl’s sunroom, and it’s there Simon calls home. It’s airy and bright with state of the art heating and there’s something about the way the sunset makes the entire room fill with golden light. It’s tucked towards the back of the house and feels like a self contained abode, and in a way that too seems right- that he’s a part of Markus’ life, and apart too. It’s a soft Spring afternoon and he has the doors open to the backyard, letting the warm breeze in as he curls up on the couch. 

“Permission to pester?” Calls a voice from the door leading inside the house.

“Permission permanently granted to pester, Leo.” Simon smiles as the young man sets down a tray of mugs on the coffee table and plops down on the couch beside him. “How was your date last night?”

“Insufferable.” Leo groans, but there’s a smile twitching at the corners of his mouth. “He likes pineapple on pizza.”

“Oh a complete write-off.” Simon sighs dramatically as Leo tries and fails to stop a grin. 

“The fucker looked me right in the eye when ordering it, as if waiting for my reaction.” Leo wriggles closer and Simon pulls the knitted couch throw off the armrest and tucks it around them both. “I ordered onion rings and extra onions in my burger to piss him off.”

Simon laughs and Leo’s grin is achingly endearing and this, this is exactly why he does, why he tries to bring people together. Their happiness is as warm as the Spring breeze and just as pleasant to feel after the biting cold of Winter, the despair and desperation of the revolution. 

“Ronan’s coming over tonight, to work on that case with you guys.” Leo states curiously. “Do you like having him around? He’s kinda cool.”

“He’s a very capable, impressive android. A good headstrong man, able to keep up with Markus’ plans.” 

“That’s not what I asked.” Leo elbows him playfully. 

“Well I see a lot of him at the police department.” Simon tips his head thoughtfully. “I’m the liaison with the DPD so we work together often. He’s very kind.”

“I wouldn’t mind having him around more often.” Leo declares with a cheeky grin. 

“I think you’ll see more of him soon enough.” Simon says, though his grin feels a little too forced even for him.

He leaves Ronan and Markus to discuss the case, preferring to get on with clearing up after dinner. They’ll need to exchange vast amounts of data, and quickly too, and Simon can handle neither of those things. He tidies up the kitchen and sets about giving the house a good once-over. The simplicity of housekeeping always grounds him, always keeps him occupied but in a way completely devoid of stress unlike his Jericho duties. It lets him forget he’s purposefully sequestered Markus and Ronan in the studio, where they are no doubt getting to know each other and strengthening their bond of friendship and camaraderie hopefully into something more. He doesn’t want to think about, he wants to just somehow skip ahead to when they are together and in love and he can feel some sort of contentment in bringing happiness to another set of friends. And then it will be only Josh left, his oldest and dearest friend.

It’s nearing 2am when he finally checks in on them, bringing them mugs of hot Tearium coded to taste like strong black coffee sweetened with honey. There’s sounds of Markus’ bright laughter and a softer amused chuckle no doubt from Ronan. He knocks on the doorframe as the studio door slides open.

“Just checking you’re both still alive.” Simon quips as Ronan steps closer to take the tray from him. “Thought you might want something hot to drink seeing as the temperature has plummeted.”

“Thank you Simon, that’s very thoughtful of you.” Ronan murmurs, offering the tray to Markus so he can select a mug first.

“We’ve made a lot of headway into CyberLife’s database, though I think it’ll be faster once Josh gets a hold of this tomorrow.” “Today.” Simon corrects and Markus’ brows raise in surprise.

“Oh, you’re absolutely right. I’m so sorry to have kept you, Ronan.” Markus apologises, expression contrite. 

“It’s alright. This is important.” 

“I’ll leave you two be.” Simon excuses himself.

“Thank you for the drinks, Simon.” Markus gives a short wave and he takes his leave. The door slides shut behind him and somehow it feels all too final.

*~*~*

Miss Chloe is a lovely creature, all big blue eyes and soft blonde hair and a pleasing, delicate face. She is a work of art on a surface level, but on a deeper level Simon isn’t ashamed to admit he’s terrified of her. It’s a good thing she is bright and cheery and kind. Simon does not want to think of what their lives would be like had Miss Chloe possessed no fondness for humans. 

It’s a wonder to see her here in North’s apartment where they’re all crammed in, jostling for space as they wrangle yet another unearthed cache of hidden CyberLife files. She’s wearing North’s jacket over a t-shirt he guesses must be borrowed from Elijah Kamski’s wardrobe for it’s far too large to fit either of them. On the myriad of screens set up around the living room she’s streaming endless rivers of data and they’ve been assigned a screen each to parse any important information.

“Simon?”

“Yes Miss Chloe?”

“How’s Ronan settling in?” 

He blinks at her blankly. “Ronan?”

“Yes, you’re the DPD liaison and I know you spend a lot of time with the Anderson brothers as a result.” He tries not to buckle under gaze.

“He seems to be settling in well, Miss Chloe. He’s very diligent, as Markus can attest.” 

“He’s a good confidante.” Markus chimes in, smiling. “Still a little nervous about big social gatherings, but he’s an excellent conversationalist and probably the most polite android I’ve ever met.”

“That’s good.” Chloe smiles proudly. “I worry about him, you know? He’s so new to all this, he was so far away when the revolution happened, and purposefully cut off.”

“Don’t worry, Miss Chloe.” Simon smiles and he thinks it’s very convincing this time. “Markus has made him feel very welcome. He’s a part of the Jericho family already.”

*~*~*

It’s a gentle Spring evening, not too chilly, not too warm and he finds himself tidying Josh’s desk. His friend rolls his eyes and grabs his hands to stop him.

“Simon.” There’s a warning tone in his voice and Simon sighs, choosing to sit himself on the corner of the desk instead.

“I’m trying to make myself useful.”

“You do not need to be ‘useful’ to me Simon, you’re my friend.” Josh laughs, giving his hands a squeeze before releasing them. “Go home already, it’s late!”

“We hardly have time to relax together, I just want to stay a moment.” Simon doesn’t mean to make it sound so pathetic, but there’s something, a glint of pity it must be in Josh’s eyes. “You’re always cooped up here in Administration, and when you’re not here you’re with us poring over files.”

“That’s not true.” Josh reassures him gently. “Markus sneaks me out when he can. We went to the museum last week, remember? Finally got around to see that pre-Raphaelite exhibit. And Theobald let us visit the cafe two days ago after closing. Kept it open just for us.”

“To think, all those nights in Jericho when all we did was huddle together. We thought that was all there was to life- to be free from our programming, and to die.” Simon sighs tiredly, and Josh stands up from his chair to come over and wrap him in a tight hug. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be awful company tonight.”

“You’re not awful company Simon.” Josh murmurs reassuringly. “I understand what you mean. Our lives are so different now, it’s hard to keep up with how fast it’s changing.”

It changes too fast, far too fast, the very next day when Markus asks to enter the sunroom and pulls out a small velvet box from his pocket. Inside is a thin band of silver inset with a glowing line of neon-blue.

“So. What do you think?” Markus’ grin is a little wobbly, a little nervous and Simon thinks the entire world has stopped- at least both his hearts. “...Simon?”

“Oh- um- Markus I- I- I-” He gulps too much air in, and blinks rapidly as if to refresh his optics because surely this can’t be right? “Are you- is this-?”

“You think Josh will like it?” Markus scratches his nape. 

“Josh?” He echoes numbly. 

“I had it made with my LED. If he says yes, the wedding ring will be made with both of our LEDs.” Markus’ smile is distant and dreamy. “Ronan was such a great help. After the scrapyard was claimed by CyberLife, the DPD worked hard to help retrieve and identify the victims that couldn’t be saved. He notified me my LED had been found and signed off so it could be returned to me.”

“Ronan?” Simon parrots, voice an octave too high.

“I really can’t thank you enough for introducing us. He gave me a piece of my life back, and encouraged me to embark on a new chapter too.” Markus pockets the ring and grasps Simon’s shoulders, squeezing gently. “I didn’t believe North when she said it, but you really do have a knack for bringing people together.”

Simon sits heavily on the couch when Markus leaves. This is not what he planned, this is- he doesn’t know what this is. He settles on indignant anger instead, and he lets that fuel him, let’s it fill his circuits with fury and he fumes the entire duration of the drive in the cab until he’s at the DPD. He all but storms into the precinct, grabs Ronan’s arm and yanks him towards one of the interrogation rooms.

“Simon- wait-”

“Josh?!” Simon demands, locking the door behind him. “You set Markus up with Josh?!”

“Wh- oh, did he propose?” There’s a hint of a smile on his lips and Simon throws his hands up in frustration.

“Markus was meant to fall in love with you!”

“With me?!”

“Yes with you!” Simon jabs his chest. “And then you had to go and meddle and ruin everything! I wasn’t- I haven’t even looked for a suitable person for Josh! I was going to focus on him after Markus!”

“I didn’t set Markus up with Josh, he was already in love with him!” Ronan argues, gesturing animatedly. “That’s why I encouraged him, that’s why I made sure to find his LED so he could have it made into a ring! He was just nervous, that’s all, he just needed a little push.”

“But I introduced you to him!” Simon feels the anger drain from him and leaks out and leaves nothing but exhaustion in its wake. “I thought you two would fall in love, I thought finally I’d found an android who could match him in every way because I never stood a chance, did I?”

“How could you think to match us when we were both already in love with someone else?” Ronan’s voice is surprisingly soft, and Simon looks at him in confusion. “Why on earth would I ever love Markus when there’s you?”

“This is,” he takes a deep breath he doesn’t need, feeling the tears run down his cheeks “the cruelest joke anyone’s ever played on me. I’ve been made a fool of and I hate it, I hate all of it.”

“Simon, no.” Ronan seeks his hands, holding them gently before guiding them to rest on his chest. “I loved you the moment I met you.”

“I’ve nothing to offer, I’m a broken, obsolete PL600, why would anyone be interested in me? Least of all you? The RK900?”

“Your worth is not the sum of all you can offer, Simon.” Ronan reaches out and cups his cheek, thumbing away his tears. “Your worth is the sum of your actions, your decisions, and you choose to be kind. You are the kindest soul I’ve ever met, and you may not inspire them to follow you through a revolution, but you inspire them to be just as kind. To seek joy in the small moments, and to treasure time spent together.” 

He doesn’t know what to say to that, so he continues to stand there like the fool he feels himself to be, crying helplessly as Ronan embraces him.

“This isn’t how I wanted to ask you but-” the other android moves his hand towards his pocket, and Simon grips his wrist to stop him.

“No. Don’t.” He wipes his tears hastily and steps back so he can look him in the eye. “We’re- we’re going to pretend this didn’t happen. I’m- I absolutely did not try and set you up with Markus. An- and you know nothing of this. We’re going to start over. Properly.”

Ronan’s eyes are wide with surprise before he smiles, and oh it’s already radiant enough for Simon to bask in. “Alright. We can start over, properly.” 

“Like- um, like going somewhere nice after work. Together.” Simon can scarcely concentrate, can scarcely process all that’s happening and it’s all the more frustratingly difficult when Ronan’s looking at him with such open fondness. 

“Like a date, Simon?” He steps closer and fingertips brushing the back of his hand and it feels like he’s been set alight. “And if you were matchmaking us from the start, where would you have us go?”

“I never had any plans to match anyone with me.” Simon confesses bluntly, and the playfulness drops from Ronan’s face. “The happiness of my friends has always been the most important goal.”

“And they are happy.” Ronan traces his jawline with the back of his fingers, gaze infinitely soft. “So now it’s your turn.” Curling his fingers beneath Simon’s chin, he tips his face up and leans down to press their lips together. It's a quick, fleeting thing, a flighty gesture full of nervousness and hope and Simon decides he likes it so much he must kiss Ronan in return.

There’s a loud click that startles them apart, and then a voice over the speaker.

“Okay that’s cute and all son, but we need the interrogation room.” Hanks’ voice is brimming with amusement and Ronan looks mortified. “Simon, do you want to come to family dinner night on Friday?”

“Oh um, yes Lieutenant that would be lovely-?” 

“Good. Now scram, both of you. Some of us have work to do.”

“Yes sir.”

“We’ll see you at seven on Friday, Simon.”

“At seven on Friday, Lieutenant.” 

They both exit the room and there’s Hank leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest and a big grin on his face. Ronan still looks like a deer in headlights, LED bright red as he awkwardly guides Simon out of the precinct. When they’re out of the building Simon bursts out laughing and Ronan soon joins him. Tangling their fingers together, Ronan brings Simon’s hand to his lips and kisses his knuckles. 

“May I see you tonight, after work?”

“You may.” Simon allows, perking up on his toes so he can press their mouths together again. “I don’t have any plans. Surprise me.”