#Connor is clearly uncomfortable

[9in-gavin]

Gavin made a bet to see how far Connor’s “I’m sorry, but I only take orders from lieutenant Anderson” went.

[chazz-is-a-zelda-fan]

not my mom deadnaming and misgendering me when i’m right fuckin there 🚪🚶

[fancyfeathers]

Happy thanksgiving, I hope it is going well🦃

Thank you for responding to my other ask about the flinching around the batfamily. But now another question has popped up in my head, what if Daughter reader just randomly picks one of the "siblings" to cling onto for dear life. But it backfires for the sibling because uh oh! Daughter Reader met their friend and suddenly boom she has a crush on them. Example Maybe: Tim? (I love Tim he's my favorite lol.) Daughter Reader sees his "subtleness" in obsession or whatever he likes to call it😒 Reader is chilling with Tim, then KON walks in and she never whipped her head around so fast. (Obviously Tim notices.) Now not only is Tim (or any other sibling of the batfamily you'd like to use) is dealing with a clingy reader, now they're dealing with said reader constantly asking them about their friend and occasionally stealing their phone to stare at pictures of said friend. (She's a little creepy she's been cooped up in a manor for like a decade by now give her a break she's trying her best.) OR! When the batsibling's friend comes back over reader gives them a drawing she made of them Thank you reading have a lovely Day/Night! - 🐈‍⬛Anon

Yandere Batfam w/ Wife/Mother!Darling & Daughter/Sister!Darling Masterlist

Ooooo this is giving me ideas

I did make Daughter!Darling younger than Damian so Kon might be a bit too old for her (or young… he was created in a lab, but that’s a whole other can of worms)

But this gave me an ideas for two scenarios that stem from this idea…

Taking the crush aspect out of this cause of age differences with the idea with Kon, like Tim brings him around to the house for the first time while Daughter!Darling is home from school or one of the many outings that Dick takes her on of his choosing. Connor is definitely friendly to her, Tim has definitely mentioned his little sister to him, how amazing she is, how adorable, how perfect-

She looks terrified when Damian came around looking for her, mentioning something about notes in class…

Then the second time he comes around to visit, he catches a glimpse of Bruce locking her bedroom door with her inside… who does that?

Then when he came around to see Tim and he walked into the living room and he saw his friends taking photos of her just sitting and doing schoolwork and she clearly looks uncomfortable.

He finds some excuse to have Tim leave the room so he can ask her…

“Are you okay?”

“N-no…”

He felt horrible for her, but he did not have anymore time to ask questions before Tim returned. Kon is not capable of taking care of a child but he knows people who definitely can.

It’s when she is at school and out on the swings alone, Damian scared away her friends again today and…

“Hello, mind if I sit by you?”

There is a man with glasses and a visitor’s pass that comes to speak with her and she lets him, he introduces himself as Clark Kent and he lets her connect the dots. He lets her know that she can speak freely and he is here to help her and just everything spills out with tears. Clark would be horrified by what he hears, this little girl is in danger and no one had cared enough to help her and-

“Hang on tight.”

There is just a quick moment before he picks her up and they are in the air with him taking her somewhere he’ll know she’ll be safe for now anyway, with his family.

He’ll explain things to Lois and Jon, but he is sure they will understand… they have to…

The other way I could see this scenario going is…

With the idea of when she starts having a boyfriend who is a member of the Court of Owls (I mentioned him in these posts, link, link, link, link)

But Damian would have probably have made friends to help with his cover, and of course there is the most perfect boy in school, talented, smart, kind, head of the student council, on many sports teams. Then when Damian began attending that school after Talia left him with Bruce, he was the one who was we so adamant about making him feel welcome, but of course it was a fake friendship on both sides. The boy had no real interest in being Damian’s friend, but he also needs to keep up his appearance.

He could honestly care less about Damian until when they come into his first period class and introduce a new student, Damian’s little sister and when the teacher asks for volunteers to show her around the classroom, his hand shoots up. Damian is fine enough with his friend to help his sister, he won’t get close-

That is until the end of the day when he sees her walking down the steps of the school with that boy, laughing and chatting with each other. It is fine, he is a family with a good reputation-

Then when he is supposed to come over for a school project for Damian’s and his science class, he is talking to his sister after they are done working and are waiting for his driver.

Then there is the time when they just went on summer break and she comes into Damian’s room and asks for the address of the boy’s summer home because they promised to write to each other and she had his address on her phone but she got it taken away since she would only need it to call the family and she-

Damian wants to pull out his hair more and more every time she mentions this boy. This goes on for years and into high school and it all comes to a boiling point where Damian catches them making out in the stairwell.

Oh my god he wants to kill them, wants to rip out his heart, wants to bang his head into the concrete over and over again. He restrains himself and only threatens him with some bruising and harsh words.

But after that nothing is the same.

His sister distances herself from Damian, he cuts off his friend, but then true colors begin to show to Damian, only Damian.

Like when he opens his locker and finds it defaced, threats, insults, and strangely enough a feather, like a signature, but to whom does it belong to?

The boy puts on his perfect facade and acts like he actually cares about Damian and as it he had nothing to do with it, but his laughter when he is talking to his group of friends just seems too loud, the kisses he shares with his sister are almost smug, and the perfect smile and the praise he receives from his teachers and classmates leaves a sour taste in Damian’s mouth.

He wished he had asked his father to have his sister homeschool.

[where-dreamers-go]

“Introductions” rk800 Connor x Reader

(A/N: Meeting Connor for the first time. Reader is an investigative assistant. This one’s a little short. Warnings: Language and canon violence (one punch). Use of (Y/F/N) for your first name. Word Count: 738 words)

Days could be exceedingly repetitive. Other days were only the same by slim comparisons. The work day ahead of you would likely change all of that by a sizable percentage.

Not that you knew that in the moment.

Walking out of the restroom, close to the break room, you heard the tell tale voice of Detective Reed. He didn’t sound too enthused. Nothing new there.

Before taking notice of anything else, you saw ‘ANDROID’ on the back of a dark jacket. An intriguing sight for the break room and unfortunate given a certain detective’s presence.

Oh, no, you thought as your feet took you closer. A wall blocked the scene’s entirety, but you could hear plenty.

“. . . is that it?” Detective Reed asked sourly.

You reached a vacant space behind the concrete wall, hearing his voice clearly.

“Hey, bring me a coffee, dipshit.”

Quietly, you took one step into the break room.

Reed was standing uncomfortably close to the dark-haired android and looking smug if not a little peeved.

The newcomer did not turn to retrieve any coffee.

“GET A MOVE ON!”

Rigid, you watched on. Something in you needed to know how this turned out, to get a better read of everyone in the room.

Neither individual moved in their standoff.

“I’m sorry, but I only take orders from Lieutenant Anderson.” The android replied.

“Oh… Oh…” Detective Reed turned sarcastically to his companion at a small table who was watching.

The android had been looking to the silent detective as well until Reed sucker punched the android’s middle. Without a word, the android dropped down to one knee. Stiff and giving no other reaction.

Their backs were to you completely.

“When a human gives you an order, you obey.” Reed pointed at the downed figure before leaning forward. “Got it?” He crouched even further to be eye level. “Stay outta my way… Next time you won’t get off so easy.”

Reed pushed the android’s forehead before leaving him hunched over, close to the floor. Even walking off with the other detective a few paces behind, Reed stared harshly at the android.

Hater, you thought, ignoring the widescreen television hung on the wall set to a news channel. Poor thing.

In front of you, the figure pushed themselves up in one straight movement before rolling the shoulder joints.

Oh. You rushed over.

“Are you okay?” You asked in a hushed tone, coming up beside the android’s left side.

“I do not have any damage. All of my systems are operational.” The brown-eyed android said. After adjusting his tie, he turned to you fully. The LED on his temple spun for a couple of moments before settling to a steady blue.

“So…you are okay?”

“I am.” He gave a half smile, encouragingly. “My name is Connor. I am the android sent by Cyberlife.”

“Hi… My name is (Y/F/N). I am a human….who had enough motivation to go to work today.” You paused with a small smile. “I’m an investigative assistant.”

“Perhaps we will both be assigned to the same case. Lieutenant Anderson and I are assigned to any case involving androids.”

“Hank Anderson?” You lowered your voice as you asked.

“Yes. Have you worked with him?” His eyes seemed to brighten.

“Yeah. This should be interesting.”

Connor tilted his head.

Cute. Well at least he’s not teamed with Reed. That’d be a disaster and a half.

Clearing your throat, you clasped your hands together.

“Uh… Not all humans are like Reed, but if he bothers you again… Please let me know.”

“I can handle myself, but I will keep that in mind.”

I hope so. You thought and took a step to the side.

“Good. Uh. I guess I’ll see you around, Connor. I hope your day goes by more smoothly.”

“Thank you.” He gave a slight inclination of his head. “I look forward to working with you if we are assigned on the same case or in passing.”

Smiling in kind, you gave a small wave and left the break room to return to your business.

Whether the android’s words were merely professional or friendly, you had a good feeling about your new acquaintance. You harbored no ill feelings towards androids. Perhaps that was a weakness, perhaps not.

But why would they have an android put on android cases? Hmm.

There would be plenty of time to ponder that question and many more.

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[sbblake]

Tbh i think a Lot about how every time Nick is with Charlie and in a situation/place where he clearly expresses feeling unsure/nervous/uncomfortable about something he almost immediately goes to look for/look at Charlie (see: when Nick wanted to tell the group at Tara’s party that he gave Charlie his hicky, when he went to leave the room at Charlie’s sleepover before he came out to Imogen, when Nick’s dad asked if him or Charlie had found girlfriends yet at the Nelson+Spring dinner get together, when Nick got overwhelmed and started to panic at the bonfire party, etc etc) because THAT IS HIS COMFORT PERSON!! THAT’S NICK’S ROCK!! Charlie makes Nick feel safe and comfortable and grounded in situations where he struggles to feel those ways on his own!! All he has to do in a stressful situation is turn his head and see that Charlie is right beside him, and he isn’t going anywhere any time soon, and just his mere presence is enough to sooth Nick’s worries and/or give him the confidence he needs to deal with whatever it is that’s bothering him. Charlie is the eye of Nick’s storms. He takes one look at his boyfriend, Charlie will give him that small, reassuring smile/look, and everything starts to feel, at the very least, just that much easier and more bearable for Nick to handle because at the end of the day he knows that if everything goes to shit he’ll still have Charlie by his side, and what could matter more than that? Nick Nelson loves Charlie Spring, when he said Charlie was his favorite person in s1, HE MEANT IT!! Charlie encourages Nick in such subtle and seemingly minuscule ways that are always extremely effective in giving Nick those little nudges he sometimes needs (to be reminded that !! hey everything’s alright I’m here for u !!) because of how much they love eachother and i just think that is such a sweet, sweet thing :(

Tldr ; Sometimes I remember how Kit Connor once said Charlie is like home to Nick and therefor i am once again Narlie brainrotting

[honey-beann]

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rk boys (Nines, Connor, Sixty) x Reader Smut

Word count: 4,244

It was a beautiful morning, especially for Detroit, and Connor was feeling almost too content, watching the birds fly past the window above the kitchen sink as he sat comfortably at the breakfast bar.

The new house was perfect, notably different from the apartments he had lived in prior, and he found himself feeling so at home within it that he was filled with a joy he had only experienced once before, in an entirely different situation.

He allowed his mind to drift back to that night, your pretty dress, your ecstatic grin, and the calm waters lapping gently against concrete and wood sticking out clearly in his mind, even in memory alone.

Unbeknownst to the outside world, he examined his calendar internally, his LED briefly blinking yellow before calming back down to blue almost immediately as he checked just how long it had been since that wonderful afternoon.

He startled a bit (though he hoped only internally), at the realization that it had already been two months, and made a mental note to pick up some flowers to commemorate the event.

He had only just begun considering what type of flowers, when he heard his name get called from the speakers of the laptop that sat on the countertop in front of him.

"Do you have anything to add, Connor?"

Connor fixed his eyes on the screen and smiled politely at the speaker as well as the many college students who sat uncomfortably in their cramped desk seats a few hundred miles away at NYU, where he, Markus, Kara, North, and Simon were currently giving a lecture over video call.

"I'm sorry, I must have gotten lost in thought for a second, what was the question?"

Connor could see North cast the section of the screen he was taking up on her end a brief glare, but Kara, who had been the one to ask for his input in the first place, just smiled easily and waved his apology off.

"No problem. It was just about android-human romantic relationships and how the laws surrounding them are believed to change in the next few years. Markus mentioned his plans to have marriage legalized, and North spoke on the amount of negativity that these relationships face outside of the legal system, but I thought you might be able to provide some extra insight, if you felt comfortable."

Connor gave a slight nod, his smile returning to his face as he turned his attention back towards the large crowd of students, who, despite having been required to attend for credit, all seemed rather invested, though that was hardly any surprise given the speakers present.

Ever since the revolution, Connor and Markus in particular had gained a significant deal of notoriety due to both the rolls that they played, and the romantic relationships they had.

Markus had now been in his relationship with another android for a few years now, and Connor had been in his with a human for around the same amount of time, and people found that to be immensely interesting.

Here was Connor, the deviant hunter, a former prototype android designed for detective work, dating a human as if that were the most natural thing he could possibly do, and honestly, the media ate that up.

There were photos of you in the tabloids, articles about you posted online, and you were both criticized and adored by androids and humans alike for your relationship with Connor, even after all these years.

Of course, there were many other juicy aspects of your romantic life that the media loved to fixate on, but Connor hardly thought those were worth bringing up now, unless he wanted to complicate things extensively.

So instead, he chose to give the simplest answer he could without making it seem as if he were against the idea of speaking on his personal relationship (because he most certainly was not, in fact, he thoroughly enjoyed talking about you whenever an opportunity presented itself).

"Well, in my experience, android-human relationships are very similar to those shared between only humans and only androids. There are a lot of stereotypes, like that android lovers are superior, or that human partners can connect easier, but truthfully, I think most of these concepts are contrived by those who don't accept these relationships as legitimate and seek to weaken them because of that."

Just as he finished up his statement, a student raised their hand, and Kara, as the moderator, was more than happy to call upon them.

"Yes, you in the front row?"

The girl seemed nervous as she spoke up, but even so, Connor was able to make out her question easily.

"So if these stereotypes that Connor mentioned can be eliminated or lessened to a certain degree, can we anticipate the legalization of android-human marriage to occur shortly thereafter?"

Markus was quick to respond,

"Well, the legal system doesn't necessarily depend on these stereotypes being less prevalent, but it would definitely help our cause. That being said, I believe it won't be long now until android-human marriage is legalized, and that seems to be the consensus among many in the U.S. There has been a significant increase in the number of android-human betrothals within the past year, and I think that points to a general agreement that non-regulated marriages will definitely be legalized in the near future, it just depends on how long it takes for the government to recognize that from a legal standpoint."

Connor nodded in agreement,

"The data trends towards a general air of acceptance at the idea of legalizing these marriages. I myself proposed to my fiancee just two months ago with the expectation that in a slightly lengthened wedding planning time frame, the legalization process will be completed."

Soft murmurs echoed out among the crowd at this, as very few people were aware of your engagement (though the media had spoken frequently on the sudden addition of a rather expensive looking ring to your every day outfits).

Connor fought back a slight grin of amusement at the surprise that his words had caused, choosing instead to turn his attention towards the class's professor as the older man asked a question about android unions in the workplace, something that was much more in Simon's wheelhouse than Connor's.

He listened intently as his friend and colleague spoke in depth on the issue,

So intently in fact, that he neglected to notice the bedroom door opening until it was too late for him to do anything about it.

Out you walked, donning only an oversized dress shirt, slippers, and underwear, your hair mussed up, and your expression still rather drowsy as you made your way across the living room and into the bathroom, fully in frame of the camera you were all too unaware of for the majority of your trek.

Connor bit back a chuckle, his cheeks tinted a slight blue color as he admired via his screen how lovely you looked in your pajamas despite your immense lack of effort.

Of course though, he wasn't the only one to notice, and when you walked back through towards your bedroom after using the bathroom, there was a strong silence present from both the speakers as well as the audience, all of whom were rather distracted by the intrusion. Finally, clearly hoping to move on for the sake of time, the professor cleared his throat and spoke up through the newly awkward atmosphere.

"Excuse me, Mr. Anderson, but I believe there is someone in the backgrou-"

He cut himself off suddenly when an arm reached over from just out of frame and pulled you in toward it, shock clearly written across your face as you were yanked straight from view, yelping at the unexpected tug.

"Er, is everything alright?"

The professor spoke quietly now, his brow furrowed in confusion as Connor offered him a polite smile and nod,

"All is well, I believe my partner simply forgot about our professional arrangement this morning and neglected to use the other bathroom upon waking up."

"But who was-"

"As for the individual that removed her from the camera's view, I'm unsure if that was the rk800 or rk900, but I can assure you that our fiancee is entirely safe."

The crowd remained silent for a few moments as a great deal of the students took in what was for them, new information.

Of course, some larger fans and smart speculators had been able to piece together the relationship you shared with Sixty and Nines, but most people chose to ignore the complicated question of your romantic life beyond you and Connor.

After all, in the eyes of the media, Connor was a big sweetheart, while you were his equally innocent and adorable life partner, and how could they ever push that image out if they speculated that you were also engaged to both the rk800 model that had tried to kill Connor and Hank prior to deviation, and the rk900 model who had been strictly designed for military use when it came to hunting down deviants?

The short answer was that they couldn't, and as a result, the already rarely posted images of you and either of your partners who weren't Connor struggled to gain much traction, meaning that not many people believed, or even knew the rumor about your romantic relationship with all three men.

Except recently, you'd all sat down and had a conversation about this topic, which had ended with one strict viewpoint shared by all four of you:

Your relationship was not a secret, nor was it something to be ashamed of, and there would be no more comments leaving that up for interpretation.

The silence continued for multiple additional seconds beyond what Connor himself would consider awkward, until a student loudly cleared their own throat before slowly raising their hand, to which Kara responded by calling upon them in a manner that was almost hesitant.

"So uh, have android related marriage benefits been considered yet?"

North was quick to jump on answering that question, but even still, Connor couldn't help but feel his attention drift towards the situation just outside the range of his camera.

He couldn't quite make you out without making it obvious that he was looking in your direction, but he could clearly see Sixty's back as he caged you in against the wall, arms on either side of you while he leaned down to capture your lips in his in a manner that was no doubt ravenous.

He and Nines had both been out of town until just before Connor had began setting up for his prior arrangements earlier that morning, and if the android had meant what he'd said over the phone the night before last, you were likely in for one hell of a two month engagement celebration.

Connor attempted to turn his attention back towards the lecture, ignoring the growing pressure between his legs as he turned up the volume slightly, eyes fixated almost too intently on the screen.

Suddenly though, he was forced to hold back a wince as you stumbled back into the view of the audience, cheeks pink, lips bruised, and hair even messier than before as you struggled to avoid Sixty's attempts at grabbing you again with a laugh that was distant to the mic, but sharp in Connor's ears, igniting a spark of adoration in him at the sound.

He watched via the screen in front of him as you backed further into clear view with Sixty following confidently, a predatory grin at his lips that immediately let Connor know that the android couldn't care less whether or not those on the video call saw him.

Now more than a little bit enthralled by the chase as well as the sparkle of excitement he could see in your eyes, Connor kept his gaze trained on the scene playing out on the screen, a slight smirk fighting to show itself as he watched you start to lose your balance after being forced to raise a leg to stop your feral fiance from grabbing at it.

You shrieked as you fell back, catching yourself on your palms as you tried desperately to scoot away from Sixty's grip, though your efforts proved futile when he wrapped a nimble hand around one of your ankles, tugging you towards him and eventually just out of frame once more.

Soon afterward Connor heard the familiar sound of your feigned pleas for freedom being muffled against Sixty's hungry lips as they claimed your own for the second time that morning.

It proved to be very distracting.

Though, not nearly as distracting as you backing your way into frame once again moments later, palms flat against the floor behind you as you kicked playfully at Sixty, still doing your best to win the game of chase he'd started despite your obvious enjoyment.

You were fighting a grin as you continued to move backward, using your hands as leverage to pull yourself along faster even as Sixty followed on foot, which gave him a very clear advantage.

Repressing the urge to calculate how long on average Sixty tended to play with you before choosing to halt his typically lengthy games of cat and mouse, Connor shifted his gaze back towards the audience, hoping that the scene in the background wasn't the reason their gaze was so affixed to the projector screen in front of them.

Unfortunately though, the android's attempt at placing his regard on something that wasn't his fiancee's rather amusing struggle was squashed by the notable visual of a new figure entering the frame.

This definitely didn't help his cause, and he was almost certain that the crowd couldn't have possibly gone without noticing it either, as Nines made for an incredibly imposing figure under any and all circumstances.

That being said, you had clearly gotten very comfortable with his presence throughout the years, because you didn't even notice that he was there until you'd accidentally backed into his legs.

And by then, it was far too late.

Connor watched, artificial breathing paused as you slowly looked up to see Nines standing behind you, eyes slightly widened as you took in the sight of him. The android cast a brief glance over to the video call that his predecessor was on before shifting his gaze toward Sixty, who had his hands in his pockets as he smirked down at your helpless position between him and the rk900.

You were laying with your back pressed against Nines' body, one leg extended outward while the other was bent at the knee, as if you had been mid struggle when you'd finally stopped.

You let out a tiny squeak of fear, one that Connor barely managed to make out above the sound of North's voice, as without warning, Sixty knelt down to run a hand slowly up your leg before wrapping it loosely around your calf, his gaze hungry in a way that Connor was certain you were all too familiar with.

Nines, on the other hand, crouched behind you, his torso unyielding against your back as he ran a hand up from your straightened leg to your throat, where it briefly curled and squeezed before loosening, though it notably did not move away as he lowered his mouth to your ear.

Connor attempted to make out what he was saying, but in the end, it was your reaction that held his attention more than anything else.

He watched your muscles tense and your throat bob as you leaned into Nines' touch, nodding softly as the android in question smirked against your neck before he slowly stood, guiding you up with him and walking you backwards and out of frame once more, Sixty following eagerly.

There was a distant clamor that Connor was almost certain came from the counter of the bathroom sink, and then suddenly, his LED was flashing yellow with an incoming call from a familiar rk800 model android.

Connor swallowed thickly, briefly ensuring that the attention of those participating in the lecture wasn't on him before he answered hesitantly, the sound of your muffled whimpers instantly filling his ears and forcing him to hold back a shiver as he shifted in his seat, suddenly very uncomfortable thanks to the increasing strain within his pants.

"Shit."

He murmured under his breath, inhaling sharply as Sixty chuckled in response, a teasing lilt to his tone as he spoke,

"You hear that pretty girl? Connors decided to say hello in spite of his little arrangement, isn't that sweet?"

Connor tensed at the sound of you gasping on the other end of the line, a keening whine slipping past your lips at Sixty's taunting words, which he continued to utilize mercilessly.

"What was that, Princess?"

He pressed,

"I don't think he can hear you."

From Sixty's end, Connor was able to make out an oh so familiar squelching sound followed by a sharp cry that he knew for a fact belonged to you, your head falling back to what he imagined was the mirror behind you with a dull thud.

Connor flinched slightly at the sound, but assuaged his own worries with the knowledge that neither Nines nor Sixty would ever allow you to get hurt in their presence.

And clearly the injury wasn't anything severe, because mere moments afterward, Nines spoke up,

"Why don't you tell Connor how good it feels, hmm? We don't want him to feel excluded sitting all alone out there."

You whimpered at Nines' cruel tone, but opened your mouth to speak regardless, your breaths so hurried that Connor could hear them easily.

"C-Con..."

You whined out, and the sound of his name leaving your lips immediately had the android in question holding back a groan, his LED flickering briefly as he sent Sixty a message.

After doing this, Connor waited patiently, until finally, the receiving android let out an audible chuckle, humming softly as he spoke,

"Well isn't this interesting, Connor here is asking me to narrate your little... Predicament for him."

Sixty paused for a moment, allowing his predecessor to better make out your soft pleas before he continued, voice full of a mocking amusement that he had mastered the use of ages ago.

"Does that sound nice, Sweetheart? You want me to tell him how hot you look all spread out for Nines' fingers? How fucked out your expression is when we haven't even taken you properly yet?"

There was a brief silence for a moment or two, but Connor was quick to deduce that you must have nodded, because Sixty gave a short chuckle before he spoke up again,

"That's right, Baby, you look so fucking pretty when you take what we give you. Does it feel nice?"

You gave a shrill cry of bliss in response, and the next time that Sixty spoke, it was to Connor directly, his voice barely above a growl,

"Fuck, you really should see her, I don't know if she's ever been this wet before."

The loud squelching sounds in the background only served to cement Sixty's statement as truthful, and Connor had to mute himself so no one would hear the heady groan that was pulled from deep within him as a result.

"And she's desperate too, already begged Nines to fuck her before you could even answer the phone."

Connor heard his successor chuckle softly in the background before the squelching increased in intensity, followed shortly thereafter by your rushed pleas for more, which fell from your lips like a waterfall.

Connor then heard Nines give a sigh that was a bit too close to a growl for him to ignore, before suddenly, the squelching stopped entirely, replaced immediately afterward by the sounds of zippers being tugged down and clothing hitting the floor.

To Connor's surprise though, the next thing he heard wasn't some sharp cry or plea from you, but rather Nines' harsh tone as he spoke up for the second time that morning,

"Since you just can't seem keep your mouth shut on your own, you don't mind if Sixty helps you, do you, Sweetling?"

You whimpered shakily, but spoke up nonetheless, no doubt knowing the punishment that awaited if you didn't,

"N-no sir."

You whispered out, and Connor could all but hear Nines grin as he hummed softly before finally replying,

"Good girl."

And the next thing that Connor heard was a loud curse from Sixty, who let out a strained laugh immediately afterward, as if surprised by his own exclamation.

"That's it, Princess, open that pretty mouth just a little more for me,"

And a second later, he groaned heavily again, hissing through his teeth before he spoke up,

"Shit, that's it, Baby, just like that."

Connor held back a moan as he imagined how desperate you must have looked in that moment, spread out for Nines with Sixty's dick stuffed down your throat as you took them both eagerly,

It was almost enough to make him whimper at the thought alone, suddenly all too ready to end this video call once and for all.

Distantly, he could make out a new voice asking a question, but all that he could do was pray that it wasn't for him, because there was no way he could muster up the strength to say anything coherent knowing that his beautiful fiancee was being absolutely ravaged in the next room over.

Connor tensed slightly at the sound of your muffled groans, stifled by Sixty's length as you took everything that both he and Nines gave you, which was apparently about to be increased according to the latter individual.

"Did you want me to fuck you, Little Dove? Is that what you were begging for so shamelessly?"

Connor inhaled sharpy at the sound of your replying whines despite the rather large obstacle that was keeping you from speaking properly, which, judging by the noises that Sixty was making, likely wouldn't be an obstacle for very much longer.

The android in question was growling out your name, fucking your mouth with so much force that you would occasionally gag around his thickness, which only served to bring him closer and closer to orgasm.

"C'mon Baby, take me, just a little more and I'll come right down that pretty little throat of yours."

You whimpered weakly around Sixty's cock, and something about that sound must have struck the android as particularly ruinous, because mere moments afterward he was fulfilling his previous promise, hand in your hair as he rode out his orgasm with a harsh groan of pure bliss.

Connor, recognizing the familiar sounds of Sixty reaching his end, was more than a little bit eager to hear what would come next, and was not let down by what followed, because immediately after Sixty had backed away and leaned against the wall to get a better look at your fucked out expression, Nines took the opportunity to push into you, having removed anything that might get in the way of that a long time ago

You gasped immediately at the unexpected fullness that followed, and Connor could hardly restrain himself as Nines began thrusting in and out of you, hands on your ass as he set an absolutely brutal pace right from the get go.

"N-Nines!"

You cried out loud enough that Connor could hear you both through the call and through the bathroom door, making him immensely relieved to note that he was still muted, because he really wasn't sure how he could ever explain away the sound of his future wife getting fucked by her two other partners in the next room.

Nines chuckled darkly at your exclamation, and unbeknownst to Connor, pressed his thumb against your clit as he continued to take you fast and rough, quickly building you up to your orgasm with practiced skill, all while pushing himself straight to the edge as well.

"Fuck"

He hissed out between clenched teeth, hands gripping your ass hard enough to leave bruises as he drove into you, savoring every little sound you made for him as he did so.

And then, he said something that nearly made Connor snap.

"Do you want me to come inside of you, little one? Fill you up the way that Connor always begs to? Would you like to feel it drip out of your aching cunt and down your thighs for hours to come?"

His voice was like gravel as he spoke, strained and broken up by the occasional grunt or curse, but even still, it provided Nines with the reaction he so desired.

You gave a sharp cry upon hearing those words leave his mouth, and immediately, Connor knew that you were coming, voice haggard and body quaking as Nines dragged your orgasm out of you ruthlessly, until finally, he too came with a groan, filling you with his artificial seed just as he'd promised he would.

And that imagined visual, of you dripping with Nines' come after he had said such filthy things to you, things that Connor had long since made clear he desired, had him sending Markus a brief message about some contrived emergency before he all but slammed his laptop shut, stalking towards the bathroom with a clear purpose in mind.

This was indeed going to be a very long 2 month engagement celebration for you, and Connor would make sure of that far beyond anything you'd ever experienced before.

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[chtoblin]

Just imagine deviant Connor literally shattering into splinters after Amanda's betrayal. He realized he wasn't out of the control loop all the way, that he could have hurt Markus again, and was shattered. And not just him, but his whole inner world. This whole beautiful garden that had become nothing but an uncomfortable and cold place for him. And Connor picked up one of the shards and ran up to Amanda, then stabbed her while he himself was on the verge of hysterics. And then another, and another, and another. All in all, it would be like the "Even Though I Loved You" meme, lmao.

It turns out that he has succeeded in taking control of himself, and for good, because Amanda, her image, is dead. And Connor was literally going crazy in his broken inner world, while on the outside he just put the gun back in his pocket.

He realized that he had killed the image of the person he trusted. All the few times they had met, but which had seemed the most comfortable to him, flashed before his eyes.

Connor thought he was the one who had cruelly betrayed Amanda when he became a deviant and helped Markus. But it turned out that it had been planned all along.

And so, the peaceful revolution ended in victory. Markus, as leader, goes back and forth and talks to all the androids, asking questions, giving help, making plans for the future for his people. But suddenly he notices Connor, who was away from everyone again, alone. He stood leaning against some crates, his arms around his shoulders, staring into the void in silence. Of course, Markus would need to know what had happened to the past deviant hunter.

Markus: are you okay?

Connor: hm? Oh, yeah, yeah, I'm fine (casual smile).

But inside, Connor isn't fine. Inside he feels like he's slaughtered himself, not the image of the traitor. It's like he's killed a piece of himself. And his stress has increased, even though he tried to hide it.

Connor: (stress ↑↑↑ 48%)

Markus: Your LED is red.

Markus knew they were both from the same line of androids. And he clearly knew something was still wrong.

Markus: (vigilance ↑↑↑ 21%)

Connor knew that increased stress in deviants caused severe disruption, sometimes even irreparable. But he couldn't help himself. His answer choices, which the program had marked as the best, were mostly lies about how he was feeling.

Connor: it's just so unusual to feel... alive.

Feeling alive while you have a dead body lying around in your inner world.

One lie, a flat-out lie, but could Connor afford to bother Markus with his personal problems when the leader had enough to worry about?

... (Okay, I'm sorry, guys, I'll try not to cause any more cheap drama, lol).

[a-not-so-clean-blog]

Ratonhnhaké:ton x irish/native M reader (commission)

1050 words 🤍

You always looked up to Ratonhnhaké:ton, both physically and admirably. I mean what more could someone want? Tall, handsome, strong, protective, and sharp as a coyote. He was everything you dreamed of and more, and despite only knowing him for a few mere months he already occupied your dreams nearly nightly. Even your waking hours weren't immune to his visage in your wandering imagination during a hard days work on the homestead.

While Warren and Prudence took care of the farm and the livestock your job was to care for all the working animals. Train the guardian dogs, tend to the horses and plowing steer, even care for the sole messenger hawk that Achilles has. It's not particularly difficult but it does have you traveling around to different parts of the homestead all day. Plenty of travel means plenty of time to wistfully daydream about his beautiful black hair, strong build, and sunkissed skin. You could imagine him so well it felt like you could reach out and touch him.

“Good afternoon (Y/N).” Ratonhnhaké:tons voice ripped your attention from your imaginary paramore to the genuine article.

“Oh! Good afternoon Ratonhnhaké:ton!” You quickly reply, slightly startled by your lack of awareness. You looked down at him as you're perched on your horse. He looked irritated. “Is everything okay?”

“Everything is fine. The mission was a success at least.”

“You sure?”

“It's not a big deal.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out his beaded armband, or at least what was left of it. The threads were cut and a good chunk of the beads were missing completely, the rest was barely holding together because of the weaving. “It got cut in a fight.”

“May I?” You held your hand out to Ratonhnhaké:ton and after a moment of hesitation he neatly dropped the broken beadwork into your palm.

“Do what you want with it. I can not mend it and it's too much trouble to return to my village to get it fixed.” Although his expression remains neutral there was a hint of sorrow in his voice. Knowing his history it wouldn't surprise you if whoever made the band has passed. It felt like a dart to the heart thinking about it, but you had an idea.

“When are you leaving the homestead again?”

“A few days at most. Why?”

“Come by my house tomorrow night if you have time. I'll make you a good meal before you go.” You smiled warmly and he simply nodded.

“If I am still here I will.” It was rare for him to actually accept any invitation from anyone on the homestead, but you had a good feeling about this time. You waved to each other as he began walking back to the manner and you rode to Warren's farm.

One day later and to your excitement there was a knock at the door. You almost tripped at you rushed to answer.

“Ratonhnhaké:ton, welcome!” You open the door and beckon him to come in.

“Thank you for having me.” He came in and stood in the foyer awkwardly, something clearly on his mind.

“It's my pleasure, really.” You tilt your head a little. “You look like you want to ask something though?” He stared at you for a long moment before responding.

“Why do you call me that.” His voice was quiet, almost cautious.

“Call you what? Ratonhnhaké:ton? Oh no, did I pronounce it wrong, I'm sorry!” He shook his head before you could continue.

“It's not that, it's just… you know you are the only one on the homestead that calls me by my name. Why? Why not call me Connor like everyone else?”

“Ratonhnhaké:ton is a good name. It would be a shame not to use it. I can stop if it makes you uncomfortable though.” In all honesty you liked being the only one to use his real name. It made you feel special, like you knew a piece of him that others didn't.

“...Do as you wish. I was just curious.” A slight tint of red kissed the tips of his ears. It was cute and made you smile.

“Oh! I have something for you!” You excitedly ran to the other room. Ratonhnhaké:ton followed but kept some distance between you two. A habit he picked up because people found his stature intimidating.

Grabbing something small off your workbench you returned and confidently closed the distance between you two. “Hold out your hand.” He complied and held out his hand with his palm upwards, his eyes widening when a familiar texture fell upon his fingers. There lies his beaded armband fully restored. His disbelief was clear but so was his gratitude.

“How did you do this?” He stared at the beads as he rolled them between his fingers. He could tell which ones were new but the color difference was minimal, almost undetectable.

“My great grandfather was native and he taught me when I was very young.” You smile fondly of the memories.

“You are native?” His eyes shifted from the armband to you.

You couldn't help but laugh at his question. Not that he was wrong to ask given your fair complexion, but you simply found it humorous he still thought he was the only native on the homestead. “I am. I know it's difficult to tell by looking at me but that is because the rest of my blood is Irish.”

“I didn't know.” He stared at the beadwork in his hand before reattaching it to his coat. “Thank you. This means a lot.”

Your smile spreads from ear to ear. “I'm happy I could help!” You shift your weight as a way to fidget. “I know you don't stay for long but will you stay for dinner? I made stew.”

“I would like that.” His expression softened slightly, he looks almost relieved. It's hard to imagine someone so big could be scared of anything, but as his eyes softened you realize that sometimes fear can take many faces and forms. You couldn't help but wonder if you could alleviate some of his anxieties, or if he would even let you. Perhaps with time, but for now you are content just being a little closer to him.

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[rleonard9]

Omg some dumb little frat boy comes up to her and Connor is not having it. Especially if she clearly shows she’s uncomfortable of Connor is immediately interrupted

“hey baby.” connor comes right up behind wrapping his arms around her and the guy laughs causing lily to shrink in his chest

“listen dude you are trying to interrupt me talking to this pretty girl now back off.”

“me? i’m her boyfriend and you are making her uncomfortable as she doesn’t want to talk to you, go bug someone else before something will happen,”

“yeah like what?” the guy comes closer and lily whimpers scared

“getting hurt and kicked out for harassing girls.” the guy rolls his eyes

“whatever, she’s not worth it anyways.” connor was bout to let go but lily tugged his hand and brought him to a more private area 

[stagefoureddiediaz]

They’re really hinting at Buck getting with his friends wife. Why show her in his bed while love is in the air is playing. This is so gross and they’re doing such a big disservice to bucks character

Nonnie

If that is what you got from that scene then I really don't know what to say to you.

Firstly good to know you think that lowly of Buck that you think he's going to run off with his friends wife. Have you watched any of the previous nearly 6 seasons of this show??? Did you see him go down stairs and sit on his uncomfortable, hideous couch?? the couch that is the wrong couch and isn't going to make it through the season??

I'll humour you stupidity for a minute and say that if they were going that direction buck she wouldn't have remained asleep - she would've woken up and Buck would've done something like join her on the bed.

There are also different types of love - Buck is being a good friend and I'm pretty sure in the next episode we will see him bring Kameron and Connor back together - that he will act as some sort of mediator between them and reunite them as a family. the entire season has been about family - building a family, finding a family, figuring out you have a family, it isn't about destroying a family that you helped create.

maybe stop watching the show if this is your comprehension of the text, because you clearly aren't watching the same show as me and its frankly getting boring having my inbox filed up with this drivel!!!

[venusseason]

OLIVIA “LIV” LEWIS

Cabin 12 • Dionysus

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background:

grew up with her aunts due to her mother’s mental incapacity

she frequently struggled with visions of the gods clouding her view, showing signs of a similar mental struggle

came to camp at age 10 with one of her “aunts,” who was really a satyr protector; they believed that her mind would calm when surrounded by other demigods

despite her dad being within arm’s reach, she wasn’t claimed until 15 and stayed in the hermes cabin with connor stoll, who soon became her best friend, and luke castellan

this was a PROBLEM. luke used this pain against her to recruit her to kronos’ army, and he succeeded for months

she wasn’t accepted with open arms once she returned — the camp wanted her gone for good

dionysus vouched for her, taking the blame for his part in her motivations

it took more to get back to connor. they had been in this weird on-and-off limbo of a relationship for a year, and he hated that he forgave her immediately despite all that she had done

when they finally talked, they knew that the real enemy was far worse than her mistakes

songs: lilac wine by jeff buckley, kyoto by phoebe bridgers, i can’t be with you by the cranberries, this house by japanese breakfast, drinking by boa, i’m your man by mitski, bug like an angel by mitski

additional info:

fatal flaw: succumbing to madness

despite being descended from the god of wine, she avoids it and feels uncomfortable due to her heightened chances of addiction

when with kronos’ army, she struggles with using alcohol as a crutch and often had hallucinations

her powers mainly revolve around the strength of the vines — connor once thought she could be a child of demeter, but her mother was mortal

as she trained, she could transfer her madness to others, leaving enemies with their minds scrambled

despite her attributes aligning with dionysus the most, nobody thought that he would live his child unclaimed in his midst

he left her unclaimed, however, because he was ashamed leaving her in her circumstances and believed that staying unclaimed forever would protect her

he only claimed her once the threat of kronos had become all-encompassing, hoping it would help her fight for olympus — this clearly backfired

liv LOVES grapes. like she will tear into them without restraint

overall calm demeanor, kind but deeply envious of others

if madness didn’t triumph it, envy would be her greatest flaw

she quietly resents demigods with involved parents, namely percy due to his connection to sally AND poseidon

they didn’t talk much, but their one-sided beef was crazy

what liv likes about connor is that he could pull her from her mind with his cheerful personality

they bounced off of each other and just made sense

unfortunately, connor has major commitment issues and always seems to be fascinated with something new

in a way, she grounds him, and soon they help each other grow into their flaws and learn how to cope with the world around them

her favorite color is green

[ladylooch]

Princess Hischier

A/N: The second request for Lio & Lucie which was affectionately requested as "Macho Connor." So we check in on dumb fuck Marco who never left their hometown.

“So what’s good here?” Connor asks Lucie. His hands are around her waist, chin resting on her shoulder as she looks at the menu in her hand. She knows the whole thing, but wanted to check out the monthly specials they have for July. Her, Connor and Lio are at their hometown coffee shop in Switzerland, grabbing a quick drink after brunch for their walk back to the lake.

“Everything. You should try the Nitro though.”

“Okay.” Connor shrugs, not giving any more thought. “That caramel one looks up your alley.”

“Yeah that is what I’m getting.” She chuckles. He knows her so well.

A happy bubble settles in Lucie’s chest. Connor kisses her temple, then nudges her forward to order. Lucie orders for the three of them. After, they walk down to the edge of the counter to wait. Lio comes out from where he stopped to use the restroom.

“Why am I still hungover?” Lio rubs his temples. “Gonna need a hail mary from this coffee.” 

“You need a beer. Why didn’t you start drinking at brunch?” Connor asks. 

“Because I would have puked, man. I needed food first.” 

“You’re soft.” Lucie chuckles. Her fingers intertwine with Connor’s, swinging the, between their bodies as she scans the other patrons of the coffee shop.

Marco.

He’s sitting at a table by the window, staring at her. Lucie drags her gaze away, looking up to Connor instead who is still giving Lio shit.

“Might need to dial it back, old man. All that light beer is too much for your tummy.” 

“Fuck off.” Lio snaps, grabbing his cappuccino from the barista. When Lucie doesn’t laugh, Connor looks down at her face.

“You okay?” He asks, rubbing her shoulder. Lio looks around as he takes is first sip, seeing Marco.

“They let any pieces of shit in this place, eh?” Lio mutters. Connor follows Lio’s gaze, seeing a man more tatted than him with piercings and an overall dark presence. His gaze returns to his girlfriend. Lucie is clearly uncomfortable. Connor wraps his beefy arms around her, using his strength to enclose her into his body.

“We don’t like him?” He asks Lucie directly. She shakes her head no. Connor hates the tightness of her mouth and sobering look on her face. “I’ve got you.” He reminds her. He grabs her coffee, handing it to her. She takes a desperate sip, happy to have something to coat her dry throat. She’s breathing harder than she needs to, hoping to avoid an interaction.

But Marco’s never been one to shy away from confrontation.

“Hey Luc.” He calls as they start to walk out. Her skin crawls at the way he uses the nickname like they’re close. Lucie tosses a polite wave, trying to continue. “Heard princess Hischier was back in town taking audiences.” He’s trying to provoke her. Connor’s reassuring hand on her hip makes her brave.

“Not from gaslighting pieces of shit though.” Lio chokes on his coffee, turning and gaping at Lucie. Lucie is speaking in Swiss German, so Connor does not understand. But he hears her tone and with Lio’s reaction, knows she’s getting feisty.

“LuLu.” Connor chuckles his warning. “Just tap me in.” 

“You always were quite the story teller.” Macro rolls his eyes, slumping back further in his chair, unbothered by her outburst.

“Only told the truth about you though.” 

“Lu, he is not worth the time.” Lio says in English. 

“Wasn’t back then either.” 

“Yeah, but you’ll never be able to take what we did back.” This part is in English and Connor doesn't like the tone or the implication.

“Hi, I’m Connor.” He steps forward, reaching his hand out. Macro foolishly takes it. Connor yanks him forward, then twirls him, pinning Marco to the coffee table. Other patrons stare, Lucie’s heartbeat accelerates. “Talk to my girlfriend again and I’ll snap your arms off.” Marco nods frantically in understanding. Connor releases him then comes walking back towards Lucie, eyes only for her. Her wild pupils and pink cheeks tells him how much she likes him standing up for her.

“Time to go.” Connor murmurs as he tosses a shoulder into her thighs. She squeals, surprised, then starts to belly laugh. She extends her coffee out to avoid spilling. Connor turns, kissing her butt cheek then giving it a sweet tap.

“We have to run!” Lucie calls, waving goodbye to a now timid Marco.

Thank God Lucie let herself free from that. She leans forward, kissing the deep valley of Connor’s spine through his shirt.

“You two are so fucking obnoxious.” Lio mutters, putting his sunglasses over his eyes. “Let’s get back to the lake. Wanna get on the boat and pick up chicks.”

“Me too.” Connor jokes as he sets Lucie back down. He guides an arm around her shoulder, pulling her in for a smooch that makes her swoon into his chest.

“We should ditch him.” Lucie says to Connor. He pulls back.

“What do you have in mind?” His eyes sparkle, complete trust in her. Her heart swells in her chest.

“Wanna see you tangled in my sheets.” 

“Your dad is not gonna let us disappear upstairs together.”

“Him and Uncle T are golfing. My mom is with Auntie Em and the rest of the kids a few towns over.”

“So Lio’s our last hurdle?”

“Yeah.” She giggles. 

“We can easily lose him. Send him down to the dock first and say we’ll be down later.” Connor murmurs against her lips. “He’ll eventually get sick of waiting and head out on his own.” Lucie giggles again, barely able to keep kissing him with her laughter. 

She’s so in love with Connor Wood.

[fancyfade]

Do you ever get frustrated with the way the fandom misuses the word “coding”? I get irritated when people say something is “coded” when in reality it's just personal interpretation. Coding is used for when there is deliberate subtext by the author, not when a reader interprets something a certain way. For example, Jason is not woman-coded in my opinion and I don’t think Dick is intentionally queer-coded. It's fine to see and relate to Jason’s struggles through the eyes of being a woman and it is completely fine to interpret Dick as queer, but I don't think it was the authors intentions for things to be seen that way in canon. You have a good head in your shoulders so if love to hear your thoughts about it :)

oh you are so so right

like. so many people just say there was intentional coding when what they really mean is they have a strong headcanon. like you can have a headcanon! That doesn't mean it is based on something the author intentionally put in the text to code a character a certain way*! I have so many headcanons that are not supported by intentional coding! even if there is things in canon that can be read as support for it, it doesn't necessarily mean it was coding! And that's fine!

like and yeah most dick queer coded stuff i've seen is stretching very, very far. that's not to say i think people shouldn't headcanon dick as queer, i have that hc myself! It just means that there is not really any evidence to support it being actual intention of the authors.

i think there are some cases where it's like accidental subtext, like dixon writing connor as so clearly uninterested in women and uncomfortable around sexual situations, maybe accidental subtext is a better word than coding there, but anyway other times you just have fans seeing like. 'oh well the writer was too misogynistic to flesh out this male character's relationship w/ his gf (and the gf on her own outside of relationships), but did with his best friend. this is obviously queer coding instead of the writer being a misogynist'.

*sometimes it is, but the existence of a headcanon does not mean it is

[grayskies2525]

The Reluctant Reunion |M/M| Chapter 4/13

Word Count: 3,828

Felix had forgotten how eloquent of a speaker Connor was. Listening to him now, Felix can remember why he’d never been able to resist falling in love with him. 

He thinks back to their days spent together. In the year they’d dated, they’d never officially lived together. This was all due to Connor, as Felix would have happily shared as much of his life as possible with Connor. Connor, though, would become visibly uncomfortable whenever the topic was even hinted at. He’d always been content to spend his days at Felix’s house; he’d just never wanted to make the final commitment to let go of his apartment. So, Felix never felt compelled to complain too much, even as it was evident that Felix was more committed to their relationship than Connor.

He remembers the lazy evenings spent in bed. He thinks back to the times he’d laid his head against Connor’s broad chest, simply resting there. Connor, naturally, loved reading and had always brought a book to bed with him. This habit progressed into Connor reading his books out loud while Felix listened. Felix would joke that Connor was like a free Audible subscription. He’d listen to the deep timbre of Connor’s voice, his cheek pressed against Connor’s skin, until he’d drift off to sleep.

This memory is currently flashing through Felix’s mind due to the utter sleepiness he feels overtaking his body as he listens to Connor read from his most recent book. There’s a dull ache residing in his head, but the cadence of Connor’s words acts as a balm. He knows he should be listening to the actual words Connor’s saying. He should be taking a moment to reflect on Connor’s striking ability to write and build worlds. But instead, his focus is devoted solely to trying to stay awake. Although, he realizes that’s not entirely true. Because —

“HNNNKK’nT! HNNNgKK’nT!” 

He wipes his nose with another tissue, feeling it scrape against his raw nostrils and elicit yet another tickle in his increasing sensitive sinuses.

“HNNK’xT!”

This time, he chooses to rub at the inside of his nostrils with his finger instead of using a tissue. To his horror, it makes a squelching noise. He feels the liquid transfer to his finger and looks at the glistening trail left behind, mentally making a note to get more hand sanitizer from Connor. The action is less irritating than the tissue, which he’s grateful for, but he has to wonder what a mess he must look like.

Connor proceeds to talk about… something. Felix’s eyes are watering and he has to periodically wipe them to see clearly. He, again, is forced to wonder what vicious strain of cold virus he managed to catch because this is another symptom he’s very rarely experienced, and certainly never to the extent he’s dealing with now. His entire face seems to be leaking endlessly. 

“H’nxkt!”

And then there’s the sneezes. He’s now beyond sure this is the worst cold he’s ever had. Even without a cough or a fever, the sheer amount of sneezing and mucus his body is producing is alarming and absolutely exhausting and is enough to rank at the very top of the Worst Colds Ever Experienced list. He fiercely hopes the cold doesn’t progress beyond his current symptoms, but at the current rate it seems to be worsening, he knows it’s wishful thinking. 

“HEH-NXT’choooo!”

Fuck, fuck, fuck, he can’t help but think. This oh-so-intelligent line of thinking is due to not only the pain the half-stifle provokes, but also the audible “choo” sound it releases. This cold has already well established that the best he can hope for from his sneezes are hard, painful stifles. While these stifles have been significantly stronger than any other sneezes he’s had in the past, they’ve still been relatively quiet. This sneeze, while not excessively loud, was noticeable. Someone behind him “blesses” him, to which he, sheepishly, gives his thanks. He feels his cheeks redden at the attention. He wants to go home.

Annie suddenly elbows him and he meets her gaze and sees her eyebrows rising. She’s still holding her phone out to record Connor and is wearing an expression that says “Stop sneezing. You’re ruining my video.” Felix, of course, glares at her because he’s trying with every fiber of his being not to sneeze. He mentally groans at the idea of his stupid sneezes being immortalized in a recording. 

Breathing through his nose is a task Felix deems unnecessarily arduous. He’s not stuffy — no, it’s the exact opposite problem. His nose is full — dangerously full. He’s not wanted to risk a nose blow while Connor’s been speaking, so he’s resorted to managing his nose with surreptitious wipes. This hasn’t been even almost effective at solving the problem. The contents of his nose are fleeing his nostrils at a pace he’s finding incredibly difficult to keep up with. Each breath is moving the fluid out and there’s an incredibly audible liquid quality to his breathing. He’d simply breathe through his mouth, but that’s not an option because then his nose would leak out even more quickly without the force of him sucking air back through his nostrils. 

He eventually reaches an unfortunate point where all choice in the matter is removed. He has to blow his nose. He could get up and go to the bathroom, which brings its own type of attention in this kind of environment. The other option is to remain seated and use the tissues he has on his lap and try to be discreet. He decides on the latter.

He covers his nose with the tissue, the irritation of the skin around nostrils flaring almost instantly. His left nostril is definitely in worse shape than the right, so he chooses to begin there. He holds his right nostril closed and finally just blows.

Felix had been hoping for a stream to slowly trickle out as he lightly blew. But what actually happens can only be described as a gush. He feels the warm liquid that’s all too eager to rush out coat the outside of his nostrils even with the use of a tissue. He quickly grabs another tissue for assistance. He’s embarrassed to find that he has to perform another blow to fully evacuate just the single nostril, which requires two more tissues. He shoves the absolutely vile tissues into his pocket. Then he reluctantly performs the same task with his right nostril, which is only slightly less disgusting of a process. He’s pleasantly surprised to feel actual relief, though he’s it will last only momentarily.

Felix continues listening to Connor as he sits in somewhat of a daze. Eventually, the event transitions into a Q&A. 

Felix listens as Connor deftly handles each question. This is the Connor Hayes he’s used to — the Connor who can speak with admirable grace. Connor doesn’t miss a beat and smiles warmly as each person asks their question. Felix eventually allows his foggy mind to wander. He thinks about his lesson plans for next week and whether or not the upcoming inclement weather will force the school to temporarily close. He figures this would be the best outcome for him so that he can stay home and recover. He could, of course, take a sick day but he’s always detested doing so since acquiring a decent sub and making sub plans is much harder than just working while sick. The forecast for Monday is calling for an ice storm, so Felix feels fairly confident the school will call off. 

Felix’s mind slowly drifts back to the actual topic being discussed as someone asks Connor if anything in his real life inspired him to write Rewind to the Beginning. 

Connor smiles and pauses as he thinks through his answer to the question. “The short answer to that question is ‘yes,” he says, grinning. “But, if there were ever a time to give a long answer, that time would be now, I suppose, right? I can’t possibly miss the perfect opportunity to ramble, could?” He pauses as he’s met with a few laughs. “So, here’s the thing. You ask any author that question, they’re going to say “yes.” The simple reason is because what we write comes from a part of ourselves. Memories, often even subconscious thoughts, weave themselves into our words without even being noticed until much later. We can only experience the world through our own personal perspective, so of course, our writing is going to reflect these experiences. Now, putting all the pretension aside, I do understand what you’re actually asking. You want to know if I made the conscious decision to inject someone or something from my own life into this book. And the answer is still, yes. Rewind to the Beginning is, ultimately, about regrets. And yes, there is something very specific that I regret that has, indeed inspired this story. However, I’m sure you understand that it is something very personal to me that I don’t feel comfortable disclosing.”

At this, Felix finds himself furrowing his eyebrows. What could Connor be referring to? Then, Felix notices Connor’s gaze lingering on him. Unmistakably. Connor is without a doubt looking right at him. So what could that mean? He tries to sift through his murky thoughts and rehash what his ears had heard but that his brain hadn’t processed so he can find what he’s missing. What had Connor been talking about? He knows it had something to do with inspiration. But that last part — it was about regrets —  about Connor regretting something in his personal life. Felix shoots Connor a puzzled expression, but quickly Felix finds himself jerking his head to the side.

“H’pptTCHooOOOOOOOOO!” he sneezes, entirely uncovered, into the empty space next to him. He blinks, then watches the spray cloud, for the split second its visible, disperse as it carries away his obscene amount of germs.

“Bless you!” Connor says into the mic, emphatically, expression mixed between amused and concerned. Felix understands the concern because that was the most powerful sneeze of his life. He had no second of warning before it was expelled from him. 

“H’rrrRRRRRCHHOOOOOOO!!”

Felix retracts his previous thought, as he realizes that sneeze undoubtedly takes the previous sneeze’s title away, easily. He hadn’t realized a sneeze could feel like it was coming from his stomach, chest, and nose all at the same time. He had managed to tuck that one into his elbow, at least.

“Bless you!” Connor repeats, eyes wide. “You can really tell it’s cold and flu season, huh?” Connor says, clearly addressing the crowd, trying to alleviate some of the awkwardness. 

“Heh’mmphh’CHOOO!” Felix sneezes a third time, managing to only half muffle it into his elbow.

This time he’s met with several “bless you’s,” including Annie, and of course, Connor. Some people are laughing, uncomfortably. Felix can’t imagine there’s ever been a time in his life where his cheeks have been more red than they are now. The entire Q&A has paused because of Felix. Because of his sneezes. He doesn’t blame Connor for stopping; it’s not as though the sneezes were subtle. He understands no one could speak through such a distraction. 

He stands up to make his way to the bathroom, but his eyes are watering, and he already feels another tickle building up.

So, he doesn’t see the purse in time.

 He doesn’t simply stumble over the purse and move on — because of course, he doesn’t. His foot gets completely entangled in the strap. It’s not enough that he’s already interrupted an entire Q&A session with his sneezes, the universe also deems it necessary for him to trip and land completely on his ass while everyone in the room looks at him.

“HEP’TCHOO! Hep’tCHOOOO! HehhHHHH-hep’TCHOOOOOOO!”

At this point, Annie’s standing in front of him, offering an arm. Felix looks at her, reaching to take her it, but — 

“HAH-APPP’TTCHOOO!” he sneezes right into his hands, then shakes away Annie’s still offered hand. He manages to stand up on his own, and hurries to the bathroom. 

*** Felix regrets a lot of things about this day. He could definitely make the argument that stepping foot out of bed was the first mistake. Now, though, he’s especially regretting not bringing his tissue box with him to the bathroom. He has a roll of one-ply toilet paper that he’s relentlessly blowing into. Once, he finally finished — or as finished as it's possible to get in his state where his nose is running with no actual end in sight — he makes yet another decision he regrets.

He looks in the mirror.

Not wanting to think about that particular image for even a second, he slumps down onto the bathroom floor with his head in his hands. He refuses to cry. He may have failed at refusing to sneeze, but he’s damn well sure he’s not going to cry. He will maintain some modicum of control over his body. 

But within seconds after the thought, he finds himself swiping away a tear. He is miserable in a special kind of way that can only be described as absurd. He is absurdly miserable. He contemplates getting up and simply leaving the bookstore, but how could he possibly show himself in front of any of those people? 

He hears a knock at the bathroom door. He just ignores it. He suspects absolutely no one in his current situation would actually say or do anything about the knock on the door.

“Hey, Felix? Are you in there?” a voice calls out.

Felix slumps his head back against the wall and groans. 

“No, he’s not in here!” he calls back, voice raspy and raw.

There’s a pause, then “Well, can you tell me where he is, then?” Connor asks, clearly amused.

“He died,” Felix replies, sniffling, wiping away what he hopes are the last of his tears. “It was really sad. Didn’t you see it? He sneezed, like, a hundred times, then he tripped over a purse strap and fell on his ass. Then he sneezed a few more times because one hundred wasn’t enough, apparently. And that was it. That was the end of Felix Brown. He died of embarrassment right there. I heard a few other people died right along with him from secondhand embarrassment, that’s how bad it was.”

Felix hears Connor’s deep rumble of laughter through the thin door.

“Hm, that certainly does sound like a spectacle. Do you think you can let me in so I can tell what I saw happen?”

Felix has already lost every ounce of pride he’d ever possessed within him today, so he sighs and, reluctantly, stands up. He opens the door to see Connor. Connor steps in and closes the door.

“Hey,” Connor says, voice gentle. 

“What did you see, then?” Felix asks with a sniffle. “If it wasn’t as bad as I think it was.”

Connor laughs “Felix, I’m not a liar. It was bad. It was definitely bad. But, it wasn’t a cataclysmic event, okay? From my perspective, I simply saw someone sick with a bad cold who, uh, happened to fall down a bit. Listen, it’s embarrassing, but it happens to the best of us. It’s also possible the aforementioned person may have been, uh, somewhat coerced by an ex-boyfriend into staying through a Q&A session even though he clearly wasn’t feeling well enough to be there,” Connor finishes, frowning. 

Felix somehow manages a grin. “Oh, I like that. Yes, I agree. It’s all your fault. How dare you do this to me,” Felix jokingly chides and is pleased to earn another laugh from Connor, but the smile quickly dissipates as it's replaced by another frown.

“God, you sound congested,” Connor comments, brows furrowed.

“Connor, I’m not sure if you’ve been made aware, but, but… b-b–b-b-huhhh? Hut’CHOO! Ugh, sorry,” he says, wiping his nose into his toilet paper. “Anyway, this hasn’t been the best of days for me. I don’t know if I’m really up to being told how bad my voice sounds.”

“No, I’m — I’m not trying to insult you. You just look so sick, Felix. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you like this before,” he pauses, expression suddenly shifting into something more mischievous.  “Of course, I just remembered that you’re not actually sick, right? I seem to recall something about only ‘maybe’ feeling slightly under the weather, or how it could just be allergies, even.” 

Felix looks down, muttering “I may be… a little more under the weather than I had previously realized.”

“Hmm… just a little? Not, like, fully?”

Felix narrows his eyes, but then relents. “God, Connor, I am entirely under the weather. Like, so fully and completely under the weather. The weather is looming over me, taunting me right now, saying ‘Felix, you’re such an idiot,’ I’m so under it.”

Felix is pleased to hear another deep rumble of laughter from Connor. “The weather kind of sounds like an asshole,” Connor says, still smiling.

“Mmm, yeah, an asshole, for sure. Did you know that phrase, originally anyway, referred to weather bows on ships? Something to do with sailors going under them when they were seasick. To keep them away from the wind or… something like that.”

“Well, no, I can’t say I did know that,” Connor says, the corners of his mouth twitching upward. “Why do you know that? Here, I thought you were full of reptile-centric only trivia. But look at you with your idiom origin knowledge!” 

Felix contemplates this. “I heard it on a podcast, I think. It’s probably not even true. Honestly, you should only trust me on the reptile facts,” he says, then sighs. “You should probably, you know, go back out there, right? I mean, to finish the Q&A, or whatever?”

“I think the Q&A part is probably officially over at this point. I told everyone I needed to step away for a moment but that I’d be back in fifteen to do the signing.” 

“Oh my god, Connor, I’m so sorry for ruining your event. I can’t believe I made such a ridiculous spectacle of myself. This was supposed to be about you and now all anyone’s going to remember is the guy who rudely sneezed his germs all over the place before falling on his ass,” Felix says, covering his face with his hands, cringing immensely. Then his hands fall, eyes widening, as he remembers something. “And it was all recorded, Connor! Someone probably captured the fall. At the very least, all my sneezes are on Annie’s camera.” 

“All right, first of all, no need to apologize. Not even a little bit of what happened was actually your fault, okay? You sneezed, Felix. It happens. That’s not even the worst interruption I’ve had at one of these things. Did I ever tell you about the signing I did at a college campus bookstore? Someone came in — probably drunk —and violently vomited into the trash can, like two feet away from me while I was doing the reading from my book. I’d take sneezing over that any day,” Connor says, nose scrunching up in apparent disgust at the memory.

Felix, somehow, even during an exceptional case of a Terrible-Horrible-No Good-Very Bad-Day, finds himself smiling. He’d forgotten this about Connor. He’d forgotten that even during his worst days, Connor could always say and do the exact right thing. No matter how shitty of a time he’d have at work, he could come home to Connor, who’d immediately wrap him up in his strong, comforting arms, and listen intently as Felix vented the day’s frustrations. 

Felix becomes overly aware that he’s in a public bathroom with his ex-boyfriend. Ex-boyfriend. That -ex aspect of it all can absolutely not be forgotten. It’s not Connor’s job to comfort him, anymore. Connor shouldn’t even be here. Felix shouldn’t even be here.

“Thanks for trying to make me feel better. But, listen, I should go home, I think,” he says, quickly wiping his dripping nose with a piece of toilet paper, trying not to grimace at the irritation it causes. 

“Right! Of course you should. Sorry for asking you to stay. You very obviously need to go home and get some rest. “

Felix sniffles, rubbing his nose with his toilet paper. “I probably should do that, yeah. Um, enjoy the rest of your signing,” he says, suddenly feeling awkward.

“I will, thanks,” Connor says, then frowns. “Where’s your coat?”

Felix looks down at his bare arms. “Oh, I took off my flannel because, well, it was looking kind of gross because,” Felix trails off, gesturing to his face. “Anyway, I guess it left it in my seat.”

“Well, that explains where your flannel is. But where is your coat?” he asks, again.

Felix shifts, uncomfortably. “I didn’t wear one? It’s not like I was planning to spend a lot of time outside. I just had to walk from my car to the building, so I- heh. I didn’t think, I didn’t t-think… hehhHH!” He quickly jerks his head into his bundle of toilet paper.

“HEHHHH-Hehhh-N’GXT-CHOOOOO!” he violently sneezes, groaning at the pain it causes. 

“Bless you. But, listen, you need to make sure you wear a coat, Felix. I mean, do you even own one? You always did seem incapable of dressing for cold weather. You know, that’s probably has something to do with why you’re so sick right now.”

Felix can’t hold back the eye roll. “Please don’t tell me you believe cold weather can cause viruses to suddenly materialize.”

Connor, in turn, rolls his own eyes. “No, of course not. But you don’t take care of yourself, Felix. You never ate enough, never slept enough, and always worked too hard. Combine all that with being cold and, well, you’re setting your immune system up for failure whenever it does come into contact with a virus,” he explains.

Felix feels a bit of warmth spread through his chest at the concern, but it fades when he, once again, forces himself to remember that Connor is his ex. 

“Right. Well, it’s not exactly your place anymore, really, to be concerned with my ability to care for myself,” he says, averting his gaze from Connor’s when he sees his expression morph into one that almost looks pained. “So, um, I’m going to go, okay?” he says, disposing his toilet paper into the trash can.

“Felix —” Connor starts, but Felix shakes his head, holding a hand up to stop him.

“Look, I know you wanted to talk, and maybe we can do that later; I still have your number. But I need to go home and think for a bit, all right?” Felix, his mind still foggy from his illness, can’t quite parse through the emotions playing over Connor’s face.

“Okay, yeah. You’re right. You should do that. But make sure to focus on mostly resting,” Connor adds.

Felix gives him a small smile, but doesn’t say anything else as he walks out the door.

[hcfiles]

Some time ago, I saw a comment (on Reddit, if I'm not mistaken) saying that, in the original Highlander story, Connor, the main character, was actually gay. So, are they trying to show the original story and that is the reason for all this fuss and the insistence in playing the escort for NV?

Maybe he signed the contract before knowing he would have to be on gay sex scenes and now, regrets, while production is forcing him to do it, giving him some extra time to think about it and get used to it (maybe the reason to postpone production).

Maybe that's why he hasn't been "himself" lately. That Boy George's video for Argylle was pushing it. The song had no relation whatsoever to the movie story. You could clearly see how uncomfortable he was in pretending he was having fun with a song talking about the electric energy of "glitter boys".

Imagine if they intend to portray Connor in Highlander as gay. He will freak out!