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jericho-rk3k · 5 years ago

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A Fleeting Glimpse of Love (DBH: Connor/ Reader)

Author’s note: So I wrote half of this months ago but only managed to finish it now. Anyway, feedbacks are encouraged and until next time, my darlings!

Pairing: Connor x Gender neutral! Reader

Prompt: For as long as you can remember, you feel like there’s a gap in your memory. Who could it be; the one who plagues your dreams with incoherent bits and pieces of memories?

Warning: angst

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Seconds stretched into hours, and hours into days when you thought of the gaping hole, which was expanding along the ticks of the clock, that your heart bore, and as if the God of Misfortune decided that their first gift for you wasn’t altruistic enough, there came those shallow depressions and faults on the surface of your memories that became a sunken cave with its wall coloured in melancholy.

The more you welcome them into your mind, the harsher their affects on you became, and the damage done to you in emotional terms was only acknowledged by you when you could finally feel the emptiness consume every bit of joy in you. Even after all these were done to you, the culprit was painstakingly yet to be found.

Ever since the injury sustained by you during the android revolution, you could feel a slight breeze in your memories which was supposed to be stacked, indicating that there was a spot somewhere along the shores of the sea of memories purposely dug by someone. The void in your heart made you feel like there was single damning piece in the entire puzzle, that was your heart, that was missing and seemingly lost in the maze of scattered emotions and memories -- damned to the point that the thought of an escape to this suffering was something that belonged to a horror film, and hope deemed an enemy of this place.

Who was it that formed this unfortunate chasm in your heart?

Who was it that shattered your masterpiece of a life that took years to paint -- who was it that made the canvas of life so barren and lifeless -- who was it that painted your walls black and white -- who was it that began all of this?

Brown.

After an unknown period of time, you unconsciously developed an attraction to the colour of earth: brown, the colour of the roots of ancient oak trees; of the chestnuts that provides an excellent, rich taste to the tongue; of the bitter, bold cacao that was yet to be tainted by the hands of humans, only to be turned into something that contradicted the originality; of the man-made strands of short hair that would dance along with the wind as if they bore some sensation of their own exhilaration and life; of the auburn tint in his eyes that spoke of great love, putting Shakespeare’s odes to a test.

His eyes.

When staring into the eyes created by the clumsy hands of humans themselves, profound, were they of gauche passion of an amateur; and yet, ever so deserving of so much love and attention that it was painful. Eyes, which on the surfaces were the barks and songs of nature that you dearly loved, and as one traveled deeper, that was to gain a deeper understanding to them, one would see the side that was touched by the silvery rays of sunlight of humanity. He was just that beguiling, and the feeling of staring into those eyes of his: heavenly.

Why? Out of all the memories of your beloved that were forcibly taken away from you, this was the one that created an abyss of sorrow that had no ends nor predictions of when it would strike you. Maybe this was because you were never really granted closure to the absence of the person who must have went through all sorts of hindrance and glory to offer them to you, and the inability to grasp even the silhouette of that person was enough to burden you with the guilt of thousands; it was as if letting something that your beloved had entrusted to you go without any vain attempt to halt its undue departure.

His love for you and only you; it amounted to the millions of fireflies during a rancorous desolate night that would guide you to a path that you have dreamed of ever since you were a child. Magical, was his love for you and only you.

By that time you were kicked out of your verdant forest of thoughts and flashbacks, you realized that you had unconsciously wrote ‘Connor’ on a piece of barren paper laying on your desk. Even if you have no recollection of when and why did you write that, you could sense a hint of intense despondency and separation of two lovers that took place sooner than what was planned by fate.

No great importance or attention was granted to the mysterious name, but after a few restless nights and unforeseen flashbacks of the blurry past that came in a tiny debris-like manner, you decided to inquire about it from your longtime best friend and colleague, who you fortunately reconciled with after the unfortunate accident resulting in the loss of certain memories, North.

“North?” you called out, your voice mildly shivering with uncertainty and fear, to which the reply was a simple ‘what’s up?’. “Do -- did... I know of someone named ‘Connor’?”

If only you had the ability to observe the tiniest actions and behavioral changes, you would have noticed the lips that trembled in hesitancy; the discomfort and worry that were etched in the delicate wrinkles that surrounded the eyes, then gradually scintillated and burst into hues of passionate woe and abnormally, relief. It was as if one was watching the play of Romeo and Juliet, only to feel the tragic tale stinging one’s heart throughout the period of time in which the prominent play took place, and the difference in the ending that was yet to shock the audience who were destined to heave a sigh in relief, as if they were blessed by a happy ending to the distressing tale.

Another twist to add to the list was the shoulders that tensed up after momentarily relaxing, “Not that I know of... why do you ask?” North replied, and only if you had noticed the sudden change in the way she articulated, however you were too busy indulging in the disappointment, and for an unsaid period of time, you let loose and was soon, once again, engulfed by the profound feeling of his absence and the void in your heart.

But by the end of the day, you were not an Android and because of that, you failed to analyze the minuscule inconsistencies in your friend’s behavior. Perhaps fate had decided that the time when you would be blessed with refills of the gaps in your memory had yet to arrive. Perhaps fate had decided it would be best if the meeting between the both of you was the last in the blurry sea of memories. Perhaps you had forever lost his identity, and the chance for new memories to be created deemed futile.

At times when the clock struck twelve and when the moon rose proudly above the dark sky, you laid in bed, listening to the occasional sounds of fabric and comforter ruffling according to your restless tosses and turns, and as vigorous as your movements, your mind was tempestuous with indecisive thoughts and flashes of incorigible scenes before your eyes. Over and over again, you wondered and pondered about him, and whether he was dealing with the consequences similar to yours. Did he trouble himself as much as you did over the absence of one another? A thousand of questions risen and demanded to be answered but by the end of the day, a mystery and fruitless questioning were all they ever were.

Contrary to your expectations, your line of work refused you to dwell on seemingly pointless conceptions, and before you knew it, you were entangled with the police as one of the higher ups at the place of your work was accused of money laundering and scamming, and occasionally, you were called into for questioning. Despite the process being mentally and physically exhausting, you were intrigued by one of the Androids that was stationed to the case.

Brown eyes and brown hair that seemed so familiar to you, and yet, the icy blue eyes and bitter frown that looked so... strange to you, as if they were supposed to be something else— something different; perhaps it was the colour of the eyes or the way the corners of the eyes were sloped and the warmth or lack thereof from the lips. How could someone looked so familiar yet so peculiar to you?

RK900.

That was everything you knew about him, other than the fact that he worked alongside the police and was partnered with a man named Gavin Reed. So far you hadn’t made the attempt to gain some sort of answer to this mystery, and often at night, you would think otherwise. Maybe you should let curiosity take over your logical side once in a while.

Still, despite your nonexistent efforts, your eyes would often travel towards the direction of the wordless man standing beside his human mentor whenever you were bought into question. As sneaky as you thought you were, the Android was far more adept and skilled than you would have expected and had noticed your interest in him ever since day one, hilariously, but chose not to comment on the fact. That was, until one particular day when he seemed to make an abrupt decision out of nowhere to talk to you.

“Y/N,” he called out, his voice deep as the ocean, smooth as silk and as cold as the Artic, one day just as you were leaving your work building. You may not know or may never know but he had been waiting for you hours long before the end of your work hour for some reason, and despite looking as composed as a man who has reached the highest level of understanding as life, he was as curious as you were. His feelings of interest and inquisitiveness were in contrary to what he was programmed to do; perhaps they were the result from being taught by his older model.

“RK900,” you replied quite dully although you would be lying if you said you weren’t shocked at his sudden appearance. The case involving your accused superior was over recently and there shouldn’t be any reason for the two of you to meet again, right?

“I... I noticed your occasional stares directed at me, Y/N,” he stated, sounding so bitter and cold towards the world yet quite nervous that he refused to look at you. After all, you were someone unique which he learnt from him. “I know I remind you of someone,” he continued, and as soon as he finished the sentence, your composure began to eat itself and you were, once again, disturbed and bemused.

“Connor. RK800. #313 248 317. Produced in August,3038. You met him months before the final Android Revolution,” he began, his eyes occasionally flicking towards you to check your response to the bombardment of information. Surely, from the way your lips quiver and hands tremble, he knew that you were starting to remember something. He could certainly thank himself for making the decision to come to you on that day out of his own will. Things were bound to end tragically but he thought that you at least deserved to be filled of the void in your memories and heart.

“The two of you bonded rather quickly and... things happened shortly afterwards,” he continued, referring to the time you fell in love with the Android first disregarding the situation and tension between the two races at that time. At this point, he was hesitant to continue since he knew what happened afterwards.

“I... I...,” you stuttered, desperately racking through your disorganized thoughts jumbled with recovering memories for something to say. Connor. Connor. Connor. RK800. The Android who evacuated you from the riot. The same Android who captured your heart with his corky and unoriginal attempts at jokes and adorable behavior unexpected from an Android of high caliber such as him.

“Ah... how could I forget him,” you laughed bitterly as you recalled the time you spent together with you tagging along him and Hank as an eager journalist. You remembered the way you two bonded and the amusing way he worried about the risks that came with being a journalist. Despite his concerns, you continued with the job and in the end, it was your foolish drive and carelessness that led you towards your demise; with you mortally wounded due to a failed attempt to photograph the confrontation between Marcus and the humans.

Sure, you were fond of the sweet memories that came first but you weren’t so certain about what was coming at the end. Your legs were wobbling like an earthquake was just beneath the very ground you stood on, so you had to take a deep breath and take a seat on a bench bellow a nearby tree. The man near you followed suit and sat awkwardly beside you, making sure to leave a generous quantity of space between you two. Although he knew how solemn and troubled you were, he was unsure on what to do; whether to act as himself and stay still or do something according to what he would have done.

“Blood,” you mumbled, desperately wiping the hot, stinging tears streaming down your face before covering your face with her hands, plopping your elbows down on your thighs. You finally remembered, and as much as your head throbbed painfully, the excruciating pain in your chest was something else. It was simply heart-wrenching and suffocating, as if you were buried 6 feet below underneath all the memories and pain, guilt and self-blame.

Blood. The sanguine red liquid was everywhere, as you recalled, and it was yours that leaking from the wound on your head from the collision before with the concrete ground. However, you wished and wished that it was only your blood there, but at last, your pleas and cries for help went unheard. You knew and remembered the weight on your body as you laid on the ground, barely conscious but sheltered and protected from the lifeless body above you. The cold, bitter blue liquid dripped onto you from the gunshot on his forehead, and before you knew it, the last thing you saw before you blacked out flashed before your eyes at a painfully slow rate.

“Oh god... please, no, please tell me it was all a dream,” you begged to no one particularly as you broke down once again. The pain of his absence and lack of final goodbyes devoured your mentality, and the guilt and blame on no one but you clung onto you with their malicious, poisonous long claws that dug deeply into your heart.

You hoped that his lifeless eyes were the last thing that you saw. You hoped that the reality was something different. You hoped... only if you hadn’t made the stupid decision that almost took your life... only if you had listened to him... only if he was alive now. Only if you could convince yourself that things didn’t turn out the way it did. Only if you could turn back time and... and save his life. So many only ifs and so much pain; it was almost unbearable; the feeling of having somewhat brought your beloved to their demise was damning, and you felt like you couldn’t ever forgive yourself for not paying heed to his warnings.

But most of all, you cursed yourself for having the audacity to forget almost everything about him. Perhaps you wouldn’t be suffering if you hadn’t learnt about him; however, you still felt it wasn’t right for you to forget someone who sacrificed himself for you and only you.

‘If he was only here,’ you told yourself, ‘I would tell him how much I love and treasure him and never let him go.’ Only that was impossible now that he was gone definitely. He wasn’t here anymore to tell you how much you mattered to him; he wasn’t here anymore to tell you jokes that he googled on his search engine; he wasn’t here to make you smile and laugh and cherish you. One moment he was here and the next, he was gone.

“I am so sorry... Connor,” you cried uncontrollably, wanting to rip your heart at this moment as it thumped painfully and rapidly within your chest which suffocated and strangled you from within. Your cries and screams resonated throughout the neighborhood as you grieved and grieved, and desperately wished for end to these mournful feelings.

“Y/N,” the man beside you whispered gently, reaching out to grab your hand tightly to try to reassure you. The LED on his forehead whirled into a brilliant yellow as several thoughts and memories flowed through his mind, but the most prominent emotion was sorrow and detachment as he knew that these memories didn’t belong to him. It had belonged to the man you had dearly adored and loved you. He couldn’t bring himself to tell you how his predecessor passed— by desperately transferring his memories into the system and screaming your name over and over again until his voice broke and distorted into that of a horror; slow and robotic and devoid of life.

“He would have wanted you to move on, Y/N,” he said before pulling you in for a hug, surprising yourself and himself as he was unsure if that action was based on his own will or Connor’s memories. Nonetheless, the two of you stayed locked in that embrace for a long time before the agony and despair in you began to subside. When you emerged from the hug, you were noticeably calmer yet still pained to the core.

“Thank you for coming here to tell me,” you said emotionlessly and numbly with a heavy sigh, staring at your own feet and feeling your nails digging into your palm as you tried to manage your composure.

“It’s alright... everything will be okay, Y/N.” He said with a smile that seemed like a rainbow after a heavy downpour for you. It was flamboyant and abundant of emotions and familiarity. You bit your lips at the sight as you felt tears threatening to fall once again. He looked so much like him and reminded you so much of him that it stung a bit.

At the end of the day, your final wish was to be able to meet him again one day, no matter the place. Even if the time spent together was transient, it was heavenly and you were grateful.

‘I love you, Y/N.

Love,

Connor.’

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jericho-rk3k · 6 years ago

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Mistletoe Dreams (DBH: Connor/ Reader )

A/N: Hey, guys! It has probably been a million years since I wrote something so the characters may be a little or a lot OOC. Anyway, feedbacks are encouraged and appreciated!

Prompt: You are plagued by dreams about a mysterious man.

Pairing: Connor x Gender-neutral human reader

Warning: none

There were residues of nature in his bark brown eyes, and sadness etched in the wrinkles around his eyes. Although the night was void of excitement and colour, he was enveloped in a flamboyant array of emotions; just like the gleeful ornaments adorning the towering Christmas tree with its joyous red and green lights bleeding into the cold, raging snowstorm. His lips were, however, untouched by any feelings, and instead formed a straight, dull line. Human was something he wasn’t, but there was something in his eyes that spoke of immense beauty and kindness that most humans lacked, and because of that, you couldn’t help it but be drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

As you made your way towards him wrapping your arms around yourself hoping for the warmth that barely came, your footsteps trudging sluggishly in the heavy snow alerted him of your sudden appearance, but none of you bothered to greet one another. Since it has always been like that, you didn’t make note of it but wonder why has this stranger mysteriously appear before you in your usually vacuous dreams. So many questions you wanted to ask but couldn’t bring yourself to, and as usual, you allowed your eyes to wander to the unusual Christmas tree, indulging in your thoughts.

Unbeknownst to you, the man’s gentle brown eyes landed on you for a second before assessing you from head to toe, and soon enough, he was indulged in the flaws on your face. You reminded him of a piece of art somewhere in a museum; painted with seemingly careless strokes that left a striking masterpiece.

“My name is Connor --,” the man introduced myself, startling you, only to be interrupted by the darkness that was rapidly devouring your dream. Shock and panic overwhelmed your entire being, and despite your inner desperate cries for some action to be done, your body was senselessly paralyzed and you were forced to let the dream slip through your fingers like water.

After being ruthlessly dragged from your dream by your alarm clock, you woke up with a peculiar feeling weighting you down; it was neither a pleasant or unfortunate feeling; and yet, it left a longing in your heart that couldn’t be washed away by the tiring hours of work or aching insulation, at least not permanently. It left you hoping for something; it left you hoping for something you never thought you would have wanted: love and the warmth of it.

Before you knew it, days ended in a hurry and nights trailed into the horizon accompanied by desolation, and Christmas had already arrived. You’d have never thought that the immediate change in your dreams could have caused them to disintegrate into thin air like they didn’t exist in the first place. Memories of the dreams were scattered all over your mind, and soon enough, you couldn’t remember his name or how he looked. The brown eyes that you dearly loved were washed away with the unforgiving waves in the sea of memories.

As distressing as it was, there was no use feeling solemn over it, as you knew too well that there was nothing you could have done to prevent their undue farewell. Lost in your thoughts, you stopped in your tracks to admire the humongous Christmas tree. As if someone had cast a spell on you, you were abruptly stricken with a feeling that you knew this scene too well, and the absence of something important was demolishing your heart.

What -- who was supposed to be here?

Who were you waiting for all this time?

Unconsciously, hot tears graced your cold cheeks as the realization that you have lost something precious settled in; and unexpectedly, your tears stung your heart as if they were an extremely malicious being. Along with your burning drops of tears, you let your walls fall and shatter into countless pieces. A battle inside you raged on like the snowstorm in your dreams as you hopeless scoured every inch and corner of your mind for any traces of him.

Then it struck you.

“Connor!” you swiftly blurted out just in time a grip on your shoulder knocked you out from your delirious state.

“Miss/Mister, are you okay?”

His voice was enough to bring everything back; the way his dark hair was styled; the emotions hidden well in his eyes; the tiny freckles embellishing his face; the reassurance and warmth that his voice alone brought.

“Connor...” you whispered, one second from completely breaking down. How could you forget him? The man who showed you the light at the end of tunnel. The man who saved you during the android revolution.

Elation coursed throughout your veins as you stared into his eyes as time apparently stood in stillness patiently at your reunion. The misery that was causing the tear drops were replaced by bliss, but you didn’t mind as they were tears of happiness. He was the one who ignited your dispassionate heart; he was the one who reminded you of the allure of love and the world.

“Y/N?” Connor’s voice cracked in disbelief and every bit of his entire being was laced with excitement; surprising himself with the arrival of wet tears on his pale cheeks. Thousands of words and feelings he wanted to express at the tip of tongue but held back by simply incredulity. Seeing you made his chest burst into a flamboyant array of flowers and fireworks, and spontaneously, his world was shrouded in vivid colours. Promptly, he was granted the ability to cherish the littlest dents and scars on your face up close.

“I... I missed you so much,” you breathed softly, unable to look into his attentive eyes, “you have no idea,” you resumed as your voice shivered weakly.

Connor didn’t know what to say, he was speechless for the first time, and his processors weren’t to be blamed, after all, the person he unknowingly fell in love with years ago was here, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to deal with your absence anymore.

Instead of speaking, he embrace you in a loving manner and ever so gently like he was holding a dainty little flower he feared to damage. As soon as you touched him, you could feel hundreds of new feelings enveloping the both of you and the experience was simply breathtaking.

“I love you, Y/N... ever since the day we met,” Connor confessed in a low voice as he hugged you tighter as if he was afraid to let you go; his LED casually spiraling into a brilliant yellow and then red. Since he was an android, there was a high chance he might be confused about his feelings, but that was what he thought at first. As time passed and the memories of you and the sounds of your laughter refused to fade, he was becoming more and more certain about the feelings he had for you.

It was difficult for him at first as he was separated from you not longer after he met you; nevertheless, with the help of Hank, he was able to keep going with the thought of seeing you smile once again.

“I love you too... I love you so, so, so, so, so much,” you mumbled the last part as you planted kisses on his neck, your arms wrapped around him affectionately.

For minutes, you two remained in the embrace without any intention to let go until you were suddenly struck with an idea.

“Connor?” you called out, earning a response of ‘yes?’, “we aren’t under a mistletoe but can I kiss you?” you asked as heat rushed to your cheeks in a matter of seconds which Connor thought was adorable.

“Of course.”

He pulled away from the hug and let you cup his face with your hands as you leaned in to plant a benign kiss on his lips. The kiss was mild yet the love that each of you felt from it was passionate and with just that simple kiss, the hole in your hearts left by one’s absence during the years was restored and substituted by the warmth and coziness of love.

Connor couldn’t wish for anything except to be with you; he had never met someone who was able to show him how being a human felt like, and for that, he was extremely thankful to have met you.

“I love you, Y/N,” Connor said without any hesitation as he retracted from the kiss only to peck you on the forehead, holding you close to his body.

“Me too, Connor.”

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jericho-rk3k · 6 years ago

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Alive (DBH: Connor/Reader)

A/N: It’s difficult to find me in a good mood these days because school just opened recently. But anyway, I had to write this because it’s been in my head for some time. Feedbacks are encouraged and extremely appreciated!

Prompt: Connor and you get to spend time together after settling down.

Pairing: Connor x Gender-neutral Android Reader

Warning: None

Disbelief still devoured reality sometimes but it didn’t cause any harm. Instead, it offered you reassurance and happiness each time it was over. When the day ended and the night greeted you, calmness washed over you until a new dawn approached you. Then, you would open your eyes and ask yourself, “Is it really over? Are we finally free?”

‘Yes’ was the answer that bought you to tears every single time. Freedom tasted succulent and savory, it was everywhere, in your veins, in your wires. No more restrictions to hold you back in a cage with dirty bars. No more abuse would be shoved down your throat every time you bled and cried in exchange for freedom. No more was the suffering. The pain you had gone through couldn’t be forgotten but the freedom that greeted you at the end of the day was memorable.

So here you were, in a city bustling with androids who were masters of themselves and humans who were followers of credence. A life combined with androids and humans was finally happening before your eyes, and it was truly a gorgeous sight to see. You, androids, and humans were like colours on a palette to be mixed together to create a breathtaking masterpiece.

Your hands carefully touched the brilliant sunflowers adorning your head, immersing yourself in your constantly changing thoughts and the soft touch of the fragile petals. Silence befriended comfort and together, they approached you. The smell of the verdant grass and the moisturized dirt embraced your nose, offering you a feeling you couldn’t find words to describe. It was strange, the feelings, it made you forget everything and actually enhance the feeling of being a human: the feeling of being able to think without restrictions: the feeling of being able to feel without discriminations.

After a few minutes, you greeted reality with a warm smile as the sound of your beloved fiddling with the sunflowers and branches entered your eyes. Smiling at him, you laid your head on his shoulder, feeling him tensed up from being extremely focused for a split second before returning to his work. His bark brown eyes were no longer void of emotions for now it was adorned with joy and love. The corners of his lips were slightly turned to form a tiny, unnoticeable smile.

Connor also found himself with confusion deep in his stomach at times when he would doubt the present and would only increase the vagueness with questions and theories. What if he was all imagining all these things? He couldn’t believe that he could find happiness, freedom and love after being misled countless times. Blessed by your everlasting love, he would always find confidence in your loving touch and the sweet sound of your laughter at the end of the day.

“Hey, Connor, what should we plant next in the garden?” You questioned him just as he added the finishing touch to the flora crown you asked to make. He placed the crown in your hands as he stared into the distance, seemingly thinking.

During that time, you took the opportunity to admire the flawless masterpiece in your hands. The golden rays of sunlight shrouding the both of you in the garden only glorified the gorgeous yellow petals and the emerald green leaves. After a few weeks of being taught by Ralph, he finally knew how to make a perfect flower crown. Ralph told you he wouldn’t accept the littlest mistakes and would keep pestering him to teach him, which would always piss off the actually soft-hearted gardener.

Noticing you appreciating the sunflower crown, Connor couldn’t help but grinned from ear to ear. He couldn’t tell you that he was so engrossed in trying to impress you and make you happy. The past weeks had been hectic with work and settling down, so you were in desperate need of relaxation. His hand found its way towards yours as your fingers entwined with one another’s and settled in the empty spaces flawlessly like puzzles.

“I think... we should plant lavenders,” Connor said, thinking about what Ralph told him. Lavenders symbolized love, protection and happiness which would always welcome him as soon as he step foot in the house. His fingers gently brushed against the back of your hand as his eyes gazed into your orbs coated with an unbreakable layer of elation.

“Hmm,” You hummed softly, repositioning yourself to sit in a upright position as you carefully placed the sunflower crown on top of your boyfriend’s rich dark hair. The radiant flora halo residing atop of Connor magnified the colour of his eyes and his captivating smile of satisfaction. Wrinkles formed around your eyes as you found yourself grinning and laughing at the adorable sight with pure exhilaration.

“Connor, you look fetching,” you complimented as you laid your head on top of his shoulder again, which was sort of a comfy pillow for you. Connor smiled as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, finding confidence in your twinkle without bothering to check on himself in the mirror.

Time passed without any clumsy tripping or careless mistake along with your conversation. Surrounded by nothing but one another’s love and the luscious flora and fauna, Connor and you were spilling out anything that ever crossed your mind. The pleasant stream of the words was only cut short when the very first droplets of the rain greeted the ground and your skins. As if they were extremely excited to meet the ground, the rain began its heavy downpour in a short span of time; managing to drench Connor and you from head to toe.

This time, the pitter and patter of the rain came alone as the absence of the fiery thundering offered a sense of calmness to you. Without having the fear getting sick, you were in no hurry to get inside, instead, you allowed the rain to swallow you completely as the chilling liquid washed over your skin. It was a pleasant feeling to stay under the rain, undisturbed and unbothered by the raging world outside; it was as if you were in a world of your own creation.

Slowly, Connor helped you to your feet and guided you across the garden and to the open space in the middle. Your feet hit the wet stone path with a splash as his hands gently guided yours to his shoulders. You gazed into his eyes with questions ready to be asked which was answered with a grin from Connor. It was if he was eager to show you something.

In a leisurely motion, you both glided across the yard, close in each other’s touch and unbothered by the chilling touch of the raindrops. Your eyes gazed at his, and his at yours, as if you both were trying to find something of extreme value beneath the shimmering orbs filled with priceless emotions.

There was no music to dance, only the melodic tunes of the rain which decreased in its downfall like it was customizing itself to suit the atmosphere between you. Nothing could ever disturb you in this paradise you both created, where troubles were laying on the table motionlessly, unable to pull you back from experiencing a true masterpiece that was unfolding before your eyes.

The rain stopped, and so did you, and instead you wrapped your hand around Connor’s hand as the the synthetic skin seeped from your fingertips slowly to your palms. Both of you stared at the process in awe, despite not being new to this type of connection. Your pristine white hands locked into each other perfectly like a key and a lock; the space between them vanishing without a trace and the tiniest creeks and crevices were filled with affection and warmth.

“I love you,” you whispered as you leaned in to kiss his lips, his cheeks and nose gently without breaking away from the contact between your hands. Connor pushed the stray strands of hair from your face and embraced you on your lips in a calm, yet passionate kiss. Both of your LEDs spun into the color of the sunflowers as the hold on one another’s hand tightened as if you were both reluctant to let go of each other.

“I love you, Y/N,” Connor smiled as you pulled away from the meaningful kiss and lost yourself in his gazing nature-colored eyes. He found life and purpose in you and you in him, and it was an extravagant exchange between you. He gave you protection and everything you could have asked for, and you gave him warmth and love, something he desperately was in need of. There was something in each of you that made your hearts bloomed with various kinds of emotions, and those emotions were indescribably beautiful and priceless; a combination which was deemed too worthy to be taken lightly.

You laid your head on his shoulder, nuzzling his neck softly, without ever pulling your hands away. Connor used his free hand to hug you lovingly, resting his head on yours comfortably. There was a silent promise that was made between you two, and enormous love passed. And, in this moment, you were reminded of the gorgeous love between you and the purpose of being alive. Being alive didn’t mean that you have to have a heart and breath, and it was more about feeling something in your chest; whether it was joy, tragedy or love.

“Thank you.”

“For breathing life into me.”

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jericho-rk3k · 6 years ago

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Hey, guys!

I am trying my best to post something but I have been under a lot of stress lately. Things just turn the wrong way and although I have found some solutions, they just occupy my mind most of the time. But as soon as everything is okay, I will start writing again!

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jericho-rk3k · 6 years ago

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Gently (DBH: Connor/Reader)

A/N: So, I had to write this a hundred of times because I always forgot to save. I also changed my username! Feedbacks are encouraged and thank you, darlings, for reading my stories.

Prompt: Connor had a bad day at work so you tried to make him feel better.

Word Count: 1,545

Pairing: Connor x Gender-Neutral Reader

Warning: None

Connor fiddled with the coin in his hands as his eyes stared at the process. His LED was constantly shifting from yellow to red as if they were the only colours that existed. Silence consumed him and thoughts suffocated him. Despite the sun's beautiful amber rays trying to cheer him up, he never looked so solemn and troubled basked in them.

You sat on the couch opposite him, your eyes decorated with concern staring at him, desperate to catch the slightest change of movement. Although the room consisted of brilliant pastel colors, the sight of Connor looked so heartbroken painted the walls with dull monochromatic colours. His jacket and tie laid folded neatly on the coffee table. You could recall how quiet and lifeless he was when he got here, supporting no movement at all as you removed his jacket and tie, in hope of making him comfortable.

It took him a whole solid hour to start playing with the coin, something he would often do, whether when he was nervous or anticipating something. That being said, the coin accidentally flew out of his hand and landed on the coffee table with a 'clink', yet he made no attempt to retrieve his priced possession whatsoever.

His shoulders were slumped as he laid back on to the couch, eyes glued to his trembling hands. Still, you wouldn't make any attempt to talk to him because you knew too well he would like to be left alone. You would listen to him when he was ready.

After a few minutes of suffocating silence, Connor finally leant forward, his hand reaching out to his collar to loosen it. He cleared his throat, seemingly reorganizing his thoughts as his LED turned to a steady yellow.

Noticing the signs, you moved to sit beside him while leaving some space between you, fearing that getting too close might make him uncomfortable, and deep down you were absolutely terrified of seeing the look on his face.

'I... I was so terrified,' Connor whispered, finally looking at you, which managed to stab you right in the chest with a poisoned dagger. His eyes were glassy and barely could hold in the terror and fear while tears were slowly streaming down his face. Thorny vines wrapped around your rib cages, suffocating you and hurting you even more each time your chest heaved up and down. The empty space between the both of you acted as a safeguard as Connor was sure he would break down and lose to his pit black night mares once you take another step, and you were on the verge of succumbing to insanity.

No, you couldn't bear to see like this: broken without a glimmer of hope left and totally devoured by void. Nevertheless you reminded yourself that if it hurted you as much as this, imagine how much Connor was suffering. That meant you have to try your hardest and save him. You moved closer, dreading any signs of rejection and withdrawal and when none of them occurred, you reached out for his hands and gripped them gently.

The touch of your hand against his trembling ones offered him a small amount of comfort and reassurance as he returned the grip as if he was letting you know that he was trying his best to be calm. A small, momentary smile appeared on your lips, calmness washing over you.

You gave his hands a light squeeze to let him know that he could talk whenever he was ready.

Acknowledging your silent message, he nodded, his tears stopping and leaving their gravestones on his pale cheeks. With no idea of what had happened since Hank only called you to pick him up as he unsuccessfully tried to make him feel better, you were utterly confused about what could have happened to destroy this android so much.

When Connor finally spoke, you lost track of time, only paying attention to his hands unconsciously enveloping yours tightly like it was his last hope.

'We went to investigate an abandoned building today where illegal activities were being conducted. When we went in, it was empty and dirty, but as soon as we reached the basement through a hidden door it was terrifying,' Connor whispered loud enough for you to hear because he didn't want you to hear how much his voice was trembling. He simply knew it would smashed your already fragile hearts into pieces.

'There were cages and in them were badly mutilated androids. Some of them had multiple limps attached to them in a bad attempt. One of them had bits of skin taken from several other androids.'

Just hearing about it made you felt extremely sick and disgusted, ignoring the fact that Connor's hands began trembling harder and unconsciously enveloped your hand in a suffocating grip.

'Connor,' you breathed out, finding yourself at loss of speech so instead you moved closer to him and let him lay his head on your shoulders, wrapping your arm around his shoulder.

'They were torturing the androids for fun, Y/N! How could they do that?' Connor raised his voice, surprising you which made you grip his shoulder tighter. Androids may be born from technology but they didn't have the right treat them or anyone like that. They had feelings and had more humanity than certain people. People who abused them for fun were worse than animals.

'I was so scared, Y/N,' he mumbled. Something made you snap inside, maybe it was because of the horrible things those people did to android or maybe it was because Connor had to witness it.

'Oh, Connor, sweetheart,' you whispered as you pulled him into a hug, his arms wrapping around your body tightly as if he was scared to let you go. You patted his back softly and slowly with one hand as the another ruffled his brown hair. While you were trying to hold back tears, you planted small kisses on Connor's face where it was possible: his cheeks, nose, eyelids, forehead and such to distract yourself. You discovered that it calmed him down in mere seconds as he slowly released you from the hug.

Without a word, you moved further to allow him to lay his head on your lap while he held one of your hands as the other played with his hair. He moved your hand closer to his lips and kissed it to thank you for comforting him.

You hummed a song you once heard Markus singing as if you were singing a lullaby to a child. Within minutes, Connor shut his eyelids as if he was sleeping. Joy overcame your senses since you were so relieved to see him so peaceful and calm after the storm, recovering and healing himself slowly. Your hand absentmindedly ran through his surprisingly soft brown hair, enjoying the touch to the fullest.

After an hour, Connor open his eyes again, his LED now a still blue hue. Shifting his position, he turned and looked at your face, allowing him to scan for the smallest details he may have missed. The tiny scars on your nose, the dark circles under your eyes and the lines of exhaustion on your forehead. He noted your imperfections as he stared into your eyes examining his face. Seconds passed and he fell more in love with every single flaws on you, and you fell more in love with his humanity.

'Thank you for comforting me, Y/N. I appreciate your relentless effort, I really do,' Connor smashed the concrete silence to ground as he placed your hand on his chest, the beats of his synthetic heart interchanging to your hand. Then it hit you hard in the heart; Connor never looked so human, his actions and his look said it all. It was a surprise you never expected.

'You- you're welcome, Connor,' you stuttered, still recovering from the shock. Gradually, Connor removed himself from your lap and sat beside you, loosening the buttons on his collar as well.

His eyes wrinkled and his lips turned into a smile you loved and hoped to see. It was as if seeing a rainbow in the horizon after days of continuous heavy rain. He was a tired soldier who just recently won the war against the worst, and you were the person in the locket wrapped around his neck. You were his home, his sanctuary and his savior.

Without saying anything, Connor reached out for your hand and held it in his own, savoring the tranquil moment.

Eyes were locked and lips meeting in a gentle manner whereas the moon smiled and shone her brightest light on the both of you. After parting from the soft and sudden kiss, you placed your forehead against his, the heat spreading from you to Connor. A smile graced your lips as Connor pulled you in for another tender on the lips.

'I... love you, Y/N,' Connor whispered softly, unsure of the word to describe the fluttering feeling he felt towards you. You placed kisses on his nose and his forehead, resting your forehead against his again afterwards. The distance between you were measured in millimeters as you stared into his innocent eyes, your eyelashes brushing weakly against his face.

'I love you with all my heart, Connor.'

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jericho-rk3k · 6 years ago

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Learning to Love (DBH: Connor/Reader)

A/N: Hello darlings! Sorry for my disappearance, I was just going through lots of stuff, but I promise I am fine now! Recently I just became obsessed with DBH although I haven't actually played the game. Feedbacks are encouraged, thank you!

Word Count: 1468

Prompt: Connor and you have a visit to a park with Sumo.

Pairing: Connor x Gender-Neutral Reader

Warning: Cursing

‘Hey there, Connor,’ you waved with pure joy and excitement at your newfound friend and savior as you walked towards him with a lift in your steps.

Connor stood on the pavement looking stunning as always, disregarding the fact that he was an android, with one of his hand clasping the leash on Sumo and another behind his back. He wore his signature android jacket even after he deviated, due to the fact that you once told him he looked dashing in it.

The sun glowed its brightest in the evening canvas painted with countless hues of red, yellow and orange, boasting an extremely extravagant combination of the precisely chosen colors. Rays soaked in colour of rich amber basked the both of you entirely, their warm touches brushing against your exposed skins.

Thanks to the gentle movement of time, the both of you were able to enjoy how each of you looked alluring under the blessing of the evening sky, gracing your faces with everlasting smiles.

‘Hello, Y/N, I hope you are doing well,’ Connor greeted, a slight smile etched on your lips, his eyes glistening with innocence and friendliness. Sumo, too, barked energetically in response to your greeting. With a tiny shuffle in his feet, he removed his hand hidden behind his back and produced a flamboyant bouquet with a wide array of sweet smelling flowers with a tiny card dangling on a golden string.

It was nothing new to you, yet the fact that he gave you flowers everyday still managed to sweep you off your feet every time. Your smile enlarged as you chuckled and shyly accepted the bouquet from him, earning a toothy grin from the android – man, as you like to address him.

‘Uh, wow, thank you, Connor, you are so sweet,’ you commented as you embraced the tempting smell of the flowers: saccharine, yet bold, innocent and curious with a small tinge of adorableness. In a way, the smell reminded you of Connor and your friendship, and you love it. Although he gave you the same bouquet every single time, you would never get over how happy he looked when he saw that you love them, his happiness was your happiness and vice versa.

‘Shall we get going?’ Connor questioned, snatching you away from your deep trains of thought. You nodded without a second thought, and started walking towards the nearby park, both of you with endearing smiles plastered on your face, enjoying the lingering silence and focusing on the transient feelings of hands brushing against another.

You didn’t have to worry whether you seemed absolutely overjoyed in a company of an android because after the revolution more and more people were beginning to treat androids as equal, which delighted you to no end.

After a minuscule walk of 5 minutes you arrived at the verdant park, where most take their pets for a walk or find some tranquility and silence. The smell of fresh leaves and dirt embraced your lungs as you took a deep breath, relieved of any worry and trouble. The whole time Connor was gazing at you, failing to evade your questioning look in time. His cheeks blossomed into shades of blue, which happened to be one of your favorite colours, as if he was embarrassed he got caught staring at you, which was rare.

‘What’s wrong?’ You asked with a tint of mischief in your voice as you absolutely liked to tease and joke around with him, which is really hilarious for Hank to see Connor to be so flustered and speechless.

Evidently unable to contain himself under the presence of your mischievous stare, he blurted out, ‘I just think you look extremely charming in that coat.’

‘Oh okay, well, thanks, I know I do,’ you cleared your throat and dodged his piercing gaze, trying extremely to compose your confident and mischievous persona, despite feeling quite embarrassed after he openly complimented you.

Connor noticed your cheeks were noticeably a shade redder, and came the time for him to tease you.

‘Are you feeling unwell, Y/N? I detect an increase in heart rate, which can possibly lead to a detrimental outcome,’ Connor articulated, a smirk present inside him, noticing that you went redder.

‘Of course I am feeling good!’ You accidentally raised your voice, regretting instantly.

Connor chuckled for a nanosecond, his free hand reaching to pat your head, an action he found satisfactory for your hair was soft to the touch, and it seemed to calm you down in split seconds.

‘Mhmm,’ Connor hummed quietly as silence and peace returned. No, he didn’t hate silence when he was accompanied by you, as he got more time to appreciate and discover the biggest and slightest details and differences on you: the way the colour of your shirt complimented your skin, the way your watch enveloped your wrist and such.

Every day you were a new person with brand new feelings and he was more than eager to meet you. Some days you were fresh, optimistic, some days you were talkative, energetic, some days you were gloomy, silent, some days you were dramatic, expressive.

‘Hey, Connor, you awake?’ You joked after he blanked out and almost bumped into a light post, his confused look amusing you even more.

‘Y/N, are you aware that androids do not need sleep?’

You laughed aloud, gripping his arm, as he got even more confused. You shook your head and said, ‘never mind, dear.’

He was about to say something until you dragged him along to an ice-cream vendor like a child with their guardian, along with clueless Sumo. You spoke to the man there and paid for your ice-cream, then turned to Connor, ‘do you want something?’ to which he shook his head.

Right, he doesn’t need to eat.

You walked to a bench and sat down, enjoying and savoring the sugary velvet taste of the ice-cream, suddenly feeling uncomfortable as Connor continued to stare at you the whole time, clearly turning a deaf ear to the signs of ‘don’t look at me’.

‘Can you not stare at me while I am eating?’ You asked - demanded, causing Connor to clear his throat awkwardly and looked away. Good.

‘Fuck!’ You abruptly cursed out as you felt the melting ice cream soiled your fingers, knowing well that it would make your fingers feel sticky and dirty, managing to surprise Connor in the way as he slightly jumped in his seat.

You were going to ask Connor whether he had tissue when he plucked the ice cream from your hand and brought your hand closer to his face. Confused, you didn’t move and waited to see what he was going to do. He started licking your fingers out of nowhere, and you were so shocked that you were rooted to the bench.

What the actual hell?

After minutes of motionlessly staring at Connor with absolutely no idea at all, you accidentally blurted out, ‘You know, Connor, if you wanted the ice cream, you could have just ask me... you didn’t have to lick it off my hand.’

‘And, it is unhygienic to lick someone’s hand,’ you added, slowly and awkwardly removing your hand from Connor.

Confusion found its way to his face, ‘Oh, I was told that it was an appropriate action to depict my romantic feelings to someone.’

‘Who on earth told you that?’ You made a ‘WTF’ face before realizing: North, obviously. A few uncomfortable seconds passed before you fully processed what Connor truly said. Romantic feelings (a few millions question marks)

‘Wait, romantic feelings?’ You absentmindedly asked, questions multiplying within nanoseconds in your mind and your cheeks looked as if Markus painted red on them. You looked extremely flustered combined with a look that you were questioning the whole universe, making Connor smile at you.

‘Yes, I feel extremely happy whenever I meet you or when I think about you. I asked Hank for advice and he told me that I am in love with you,’ Connor explained when you finally recovered from the Big Bang of Shock. He fiddled with the coin in his hands, depicting signs of unease, as if he was waiting for your answer.

‘Well, Connor, I fancy you too,’ you replied, feeling confident out of nowhere, butterflies flying gracefully in your stomachs and sparks decorating the sky.

‘I- this is my first time being romantically involved with someone so please forgive me if I make any mistakes,’ Connor said nervously, trying to hide the growing toothy grin, and apparently failing to do so.

‘Don’t worry, Connor, we can take it slow,’ you smiled and pecked his cheek tenderly before settling down on the bench in a comfortable position, your head resting against his shoulder and his hand entwined with yours softly, Sumo barking joyfully at you guys.

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jericho-rk3k · 7 years ago

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This is so cute and fluffy 💖

An Angel’s Tunic (Connor x Reader)

Request: “ Is that my jacket? “ Connor/Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: I wrote this way too fast I need to pace myself but nO and I had a lot of fun writing this one! Thank you to the anon who requested it! Please feel free to request any time! Also, thank you everyone for all the love! I was kind of insecure when I started posting my writing but I’m glad people are enjoying it!

Warnings: None

You sat in the corner of the room across from it, drumming your fingers on the armrest of the chair, your leg pumping up and down in anticipation and need. It taunted you as if it was a living thing and it angered you to no end. You scoffed in annoyance and shook your head.

“It’s such a tease.” You whispered, hoping no one would walk in on the situation you were in with it.

And by ‘it’, you mean Connor’s jacket.

It was folded so neatly, it looked as if it was on display in a high-end store. The bright blue armband illuminating in all the right places along with the label, RK800, written so prestigiously. How can one resist trying on the android’s blazer? He almost never took it off no matter the circumstance. It must’ve been made from the threads of an angel’s tunic. Why so specific you may ask? Who knows. The only thing you knew was that you needed to try it on.

It was the perfect opportunity. Hank was in a deep sleep recovering from a hangover, his snores echoing through the house. Connor, on the other hand, offered to walk Sumo because of Hank’s hangover. You, of course, had to teach Connor how to walk a dog before he could do it on his own, but he seemed to easily get the hang of it and even enjoyed it. He likes dogs after all! However, when he decided to walk the dog this time, he chose to leave his precious jacket behind with you.

Poor choice.

You were practically rocking back and forth, trying to resist the urge to slip it on. If you put it on, you could be caught, and it would lead to an awkward conversation or you could successfully get away with it, knowing what it feels like to wear the jacket. But, you know what they say. Curiosity killed the cat, sadly.

You could practically hear the whisper of, “But, satisfaction brought it back!”

Okay, you were convinced.

You were going to try on Connor’s jacket.

Sliding out of the armchair, you walked across the room to the piece of clothing. Your nerves started to rise as you stood directly in front of it.

‘You got this.’ You thought to yourself, trying to ease the anxiety. ‘Just quickly slip it on and then quickly take it off. No biggie.’

You took a deep breath and moved your arm towards the jacket. Just before your finger tips touched the cloth, you paused.

‘Stop hesitating and try it on.’

With one last breath, you picked up the jacket, ruining its perfect form on the bed. Sweet Jesus, you were going to do it. You put one arm through the sleeve, the other quickly after.

Congratulations, you are now wearing the RK800 AKA Connor’s jacket.

You walked over to the mirror in the bathroom and stared at your reflection. It fit loosely considering it wasn’t your size. The cuffs fell a little over your wrists awkwardly and it felt bulky. No wonder Connor wore it all the time. He knew he was the only one who could rock it. You could faintly smell a musk coming off the jacket. He wore cologne?

But, it smelled like…dog?

“Woof!”

A loud bark came from under you causing you to look down at the source.

Sumo.

“Oh my god!” You said in a hushed whisper. “Wait. You’re back. That could only mean…”

Your head whipped over to the door to the bathroom and there stood the owner of the jacket himself.

“(Y/N)? Is that my jacket?”

You screamed and slammed the door in Connor’s face, locking it before he could say or see any more. You knew you shouldn’t have put it on, but you did anyways, and this was your consequence. Embarrassment in front of none other than Connor. How could you be so foolish?

“Boof!”

You completely forgot that you locked Sumo in there with you. You scratched behind his ears as you could hear the faint knocks of Connor on the other side.

“Ah…(Y/N)? Are you well? I can also see that you are wearing my jacket.”

Thank you, Captain Obvious.

You tried to figure a way out of this mess. “Um, (Y/N) can’t come to the door right now. Her legs are, uh, broken?”

As we can see, you are failing terribly.

“There were no signs of injury when I arrived.”

You sighed in defeat as you walked over to the door and unlocked it, freeing Sumo from captivity in the process. Connor saw how you stood there uncomfortably, shifting weight from one leg to the other, not daring to meet his eyes. He scanned over your body and saw how his jacket hung loosely on you. This was something he’s never experienced. His head tilted as he asked you the following question,

“What made you decide to wear my jacket?”

You shrunk in your spot. You couldn’t tell if he was mad or if he was genuinely curious, but you answered anyways,

“I don’t know.” You shrugged, “I was curious, and I have no impulse control.”

A faint laugh came from Connor as those words came out of your mouth. You relaxed a little at the sound, but you still felt highly uncomfortable. He continued to inspect you like you were a model on display.

“Would you please turn around for me?”

You practically choked.

“Excuse me?”

“I would like for you to turn around. I only have the ability to see the front at the moment, but I would like to see the back.”

What the hell?

Despite being utterly baffled, you turned around anyways. There was a long silence and you could feel your hands start to clam up from nervousness. The pause continued as you argued with yourself, trying to decide whether to break the silence. Before you chose, Connor slowly made his way over to you. His shoes tapping against the ground before he stopped directly behind you. His lack of muscle was made up for with height as he loomed over you. He leaned down so his mouth was next to your ear,

“I have no complaints. You should definitely wear it more often.”

If a person could melt, you would have. But hey, at least you knew what Connor’s jacket felt like.

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