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peskellence · 6 months ago

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Pairing: RK900/Gavin Reed

Tags: Post Pacifist Ending, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Smut, Angst, Hurt/Comfort

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Summary: A lot has changed since the revolution. Crimes against androids are now being treated with greater severity, with many being subject to the same penalties as crimes against humans. While anti-android attitudes are on the decline, transforming the mindset of an entire city is no simple task.

A reluctant Gavin Reed and his new partner RK900 have been assigned to investigate a string of disturbing murders. Despite the shift in Detroit's social climate, Gavin still holds reservations about whether or not androids are truly alive. Will his developing feelings for 'Nines' prompt a shift in perspective?

Warnings: Graphic Violence, Depression/Self Destructive Behaviour, Smut

Word Count: 3.3K

Actually Decent (3)

[12:47 pm] HEY gav

[12:47 pm] guess what

[12:48 pm] me and Jasmine are finally official

Gavin glanced down at his phone, scanning through the messages he had just received from Tina, scoffing fondly. After a few moments of deliberation, he fired off a playful response:

You:

that's great ti

and the last nine months of you hooking up in the supply closet didnt count because…?

As the reply was sent, Nines emerged from the kitchen, deftly sidestepping the assembly of cats congregating at his feet. Carrie seemed determined to trip him up, intercepting his path with every movement. Wendy supported the efforts, trailing closely behind, batting her tail.

The android was wearing one of his favourite lounging tops, an old graphic t-shirt of Gavin's that he hadn't worn in years. It depicted a montage of famous horror icons drawn in a cartoonish style. Their arms were draped around each other as they posed for a group photo, pulling faces at the camera.

Actually Decent (2)

Because its finally on the socials <3 <3 <3

this is the best day of my life

Observing his approach, Gavin couldn't help but marvel at how Nines managed to look so effortlessly good whilst wearing a beaten-up shirt that was at least fifteen years old—paired with a set of baggy sweatpants that looked like they'd lost a fight with a swarm of moths.

He supposed it helped that the garment was a tad too short, teasing at a small sliver of midsection every time he raised his arms. It was downright pornographic, and he intended to write a letter to CyberLife regarding the issue. Either a complaint or a thank you. He hadn't decided yet.

"The popcorn is in the microwave," Nines smoothly informed, scooping up the most placid of the cats, Nancy, into his arms. He stroked her soft brown fur in long, affectionate brushes before skillfully finding the sweet spot between her neck and ear. The cat melted into the touch as the android moved his fingers with well-rehearsed precision.

"Okay, cool, now all we gotta do is find something to watch," Gavin mumbled, tearing his attention away from the appealing sight long enough to trail his thumb across the power button of a chewed-up television remote.

The action was delayed, however, as not seconds after setting down his phone, it fired off again, demanding his attention with a precession of frenzied dings:

Actually Decent (7)

I might ask her if she wants to move in with me

thats the next step after socials right?

OMG

GSVNI

G AS VIN

GAVIN*

Is it too early to propose?

Nines had reached the sofa, tutting frustratedly at the pair of legs strewn across the thoroughly claw-marked cushions. He nudged one of the offending limbs with his knee, continuing to scratch behind the ear of an increasingly vocal Nancy. "Move."

Gavin huffed indignantly, although a playful roll of his eyes assured it wasn't serious. He raised his legs, allowing his partner to sit before casually slumping his feet across his lap. Nines, having anticipated this, lifted up the fluffy mound that was purring appreciatively in his arms. Once settled, he placed the cat in the junction between his feet.

As he replied to Tina, the android claimed the forgotten remote and proceeded to flick through channels, searching for something of interest.

You:

How very lesbian of you.

Yes its too early you freak.

Actually Decent:

:( Sad.

we could have had a joint wedding.

When you and Nines get married, are you gonna take his name, or are you gonna keep yours?

You:

Nines doesn't have a last name

and he's basically taken mine already

Actually Decent:

Awww, that sucks. I thought Gavin Serial Number

313 248 317 - 87 had a nice ring to it.

I'd definitely take Jas’ surname. Mrs and Mrs 162 441 229. Really rolls off the tongue don't you think <3

"I'm not seeing anything I think we'd particularly enjoy," Nines commented, as he made a subtle gesture towards the TV.

Gavin looked up to inspect the screen and was assaulted with a visual barrage of rapidly changing images, blurring into each other at a dizzying rate. His eyes ached, and his forehead pulsed as he vainly attempted to process what he was seeing. "Jesus , slow down. We don't all have advanced optical units; I can't take shit in that quickly."

The pace of the flicking decreased, albeit marginally, as Nines glanced over at him—a mischievous smirk pulling at his lips. "I'm struggling to recall the last time you asked me to slow down."

The seductive resonance of his voice betrayed the double meaning with transparency. It left Gavin to splutter incredulously, mouth gaping in disbelief before he matched his partner's expression with his own crooked smile. "We literally did it this morning, asshole. God, you’re insatiable."

"I see no reason why we can't also partake this afternoon. It is my day off, after all." Carefully so as not to disturb the cat, Nines had begun trailing his free hand across the inside of one of the man's legs. Starting at his ankle before migrating up the taut muscle of his calf.

It didn’t matter how much time they spent together; the seemingly endless endurance of his libido was something that Gavin was still adjusting to. The android had been permitted decidedly less time to indulge in carnal pleasures, and had made it clear since the beginning of their relationship that he was intent on making up for lost time.

"Easy, Casanova," the man said lowly, suppressing the emergent groan that was building in his throat as the hand brushed the inside of his thigh, seemingly intent on trailing further. "Let's watch a movie first, and then I'll think about it. Give my body a chance to recover."

He squinted at the television again, making another attempt at assigning sense to the disorientating mess being hurled in his face. The rate seemed to have increased significantly in the wake of their playful exchange, and he knew for a fact Nines was doing it on purpose.

Having had some fun at his partner's expense, he eventually relented, handing the remote back to Gavin with quiet complacency. The frenetic blur of images halted, settling on what seemed to be an antique evaluation show. A well-dressed couple engaged in an animated conversation with a heavy-set man in a garish bright suit. They were sharing a bewildering level of enthusiasm over what looked to be a teapot.

Oh, Hell no.

Gavin switched the channel quickly, grimacing as he did so. The sour expression only deepened as the next show involved another suburban, button-down couple chatting menially with a dour-looking host. The only discernible difference seemed to be that the subject of interest was now determining which shade of indistinguishable beige paint should be used to decorate a downstairs bathroom.

After breezing through a few more channels of equally mind-numbing programming, he grew increasingly defeated, grunting under his breath in frustration. "Ugh, you're right. This is all trash—the joys of Daytime TV, I guess."

"If you would pay for a streaming service or two, then you wouldn't be at the mercy of public broadcasting."

"What do I look like, a millionaire? Those sickness paychecks only go so far. I don't have streaming money."

"You'll be back at work and earning your full pay soon enough." The android reclined back in his seat as Nancy kneaded her claws into his lap, seeking a comfortable position. Ultimately, she sank down, curling into a tight ball. "Perhaps you ought to treat yourself; I'd be happy to split the cost."

"Animal shelter money doesn't really constitute ‘rolling in it’ either, Nines."

His partner tutted at the persistent pessimism before seeking out another compromise. "Alright, fine. Then we can watch one of your DVDs."

"We've watched the entire collection more times than I can count. I wanna find something you haven't seen yet."

"Truly, I don't mind what we watch as long as we do it together."

Gavin pointed to his throat and made a prolonged retching noise. "You and the sappy crap."

Nancy, who had begun dozing against his leg, roused slightly, her tail bristling and amber eyes scanning her surroundings. The noise was not enough to prompt her to flee, as a soothing stroke from Nines ensured she settled back down.

He shot his partner an incredulous look, to which Gavin responded by prodding a heel into his abdomen. "Oh, don't give me that look, I'm kidding."

"I know you are. You'd be utterly devastated if I ever relented on the ‘sappy crap’" There was a brief crackle of static, which marked a shift in tone towards the end of the sentence. The typically smooth, measured resonance of his voice adopted a more abrasive quality.

Gavin scowled, noting the uncanny familiarity as he sunk further into the cushions. "I do not sound like that."

"You sound exactly like that—It is a sample of your voice."

"Bullshit. You pitch-shifted it, and now you're just trying to mess with me." Returning his attention to the television, the man continued to trawl through the increasingly dire options. He was on the brink of admitting defeat when an unwelcome image asserted its presence, filling the screen from corner to corner:

Dimitar Petrov stood at a wooden stand, fixating on something out of view. His hazel eyes appeared relentlessly cold, darkened with detached cruelty. A nervous-looking man in an ill-fitting blue suit stood to his side, running his fingers anxiously through spiked black hair. Gavin felt his chest tighten as the once-jovial air surrounding the couple dissipated, replaced by an unpleasant tension.

He’d forgotten what day it was—and suspected he had done so consciously, at least to some extent. Not wanting the unwelcome reminder of the events that took place several months ago to dampen the mood.

After the initial shock waned, he sat himself upright, focusing his attention on the screen. The camera panned over to a gallery filled with solemn faces, with the corresponding attendants sitting in respectful silence. A few voices broke through, with the laboured sobs of one attendee proving particularly disruptive. Gavin recognised her as Stephenie, the sister of Jennifer Parkins — the Reaper's only human victim.

Focus then shifted to an older man on the opposite end of the room, looming over the proceedings with a stern expression. "Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, have you reached a verdict?"

"We have, Your Honor."

An anticipative breath lodged in his throat as Gavin leaned closer. The forgotten remote was still clutched in his grasp, trapped in an increasingly tightened vice. Then, a hand found his forearm, stirring his attention just enough that his focus pulled away from the screen.

As their gazes locked, Nines gave his arm a tentative squeeze before softly addressing him. "I suggest we find some lighter viewing. Perhaps a psychological horror."

"Doesn't get much more horrifying than this fucker," the man seethed, glowering at the television as the camera focused back on Dimitar. He quietly reassured the android, resting a hand across his in a placating gesture. "It's okay, I wanna hear what they say."

Any lingering noise in the court dissipated as an effort was made by the more hysterical onlookers to quiet themselves. The foreperson stood from his chair, a paper clutched in his hands. His eyes were narrowed as he gave it a cursory scan before finally addressing the courtroom. "In the Case of The Androids Of Detroit Versus Dimitar Petrov, we find the defendant… Guilty of all charges."

The gallery stirred back to life as ripples of sounds echoed through. Gasps of relief mingled with more vocal affirmations as tearful spectators embraced each other.

"The court accepts the jury's verdict. Dimitar Petrov, you are hereby convicted of sixteen counts of first-degree murder. Given the severity of your crimes, the court sentences you to life in prison without the possibility of parole."

With a defeated sigh, the blue-clad lawyer slumped in his chair, casting a weary glance at a man on an opposing bench. The figure in question, decked head-to-toe in ostentatious maroon, quietly gathered his papers, nodding in measured satisfaction. Dimitar seldom reacted to the verdict save for a cruel sneer. A set of bailiffs emerged at the stand, flanking him on either side before placing their hands on his shoulders and leading him away.

"Fucking good," Gavin remarked, exhaling the fraught breath that he had been holding during the deliberation. "Exactly what that piece of shit deserves."

As he said this, a high-pitched ding could be heard from the kitchen, which he recognised as the microwave. The man stood up from his semi-reclined position, grunting as he did. Though he made an effort to withdraw his feet slowly, the action proved enough to finally disturb Nancy. She dropped to the floor and plodded away towards the kitchen, presumably in anticipation of food. Nines was visibly saddened by her departure as his hand hovered longingly where she had been resting.

"Need to get a new couch; the support on this one is terrible." Gavin craned forward, pressing his hands to the small of his back as the bones emitted a soft crack. "My back is killing me."

The android transitioned from displeasure to amusement in rapid succession as he let out a terse snort.

"Hey, don't laugh," the man retorted, levelling him with an accusatory look. "It's completely reasonable for me to want to sit on a comfortable couch."

"I'm not laughing because it's unreasonable. I just think you're being a tad dramatic."

Gavin scoffed, spinning on his heel in a deliberate show of theatrics, accompanied by a flagrant eye roll. Advancing toward the kitchen, a distant mewl could be heard, accompanied by a more exuberant yowl of impatience—easily recognisable as Tiffany.

"It's all part of ageing, Nines, and it's only getting worse from here. You still gonna want me when I look like a wrinkled ball sack?"

"That would imply you don't already."

"Ooo, harsh .” He emitted a sharp hissing noise, clutching his chest in a show of exaggerated offence. "I'm thirty-six, you smug asshole."

"Thirty-seven in a few weeks.”

"Yeah, don't remind me," he growled as his playful demeanour started to wane. "I found another grey hair this morning. That's five now."

"Ahh yes, a sure sign that false teeth and an orthopaedic pillow loom closely on the horizon."

"If you keep teasing, I'll have to bump my midlife crisis ahead a few years."

Emerging into the kitchen, the sounds of anticipative yowls grew, and he made a detour en route to the microwave. A growing congregation of hungry cats gathered at his feet, glassy eyes staring up in anticipation.

"Gavin, none of that matters to me," he heard Nines protest from the other room. The playful joviality of his voice was absent, replaced with something more sincere. “Your appearance may change, but you will be the same person—and I will continue to adore you.”

"Easy to say when you're gonna spend the rest of your life looking like an underwear model."

As the cupboard creaked open, he heard a flurry of movement from another room, followed by the frantic plodding of feet. A frenzied blur of black and white came screeching into the kitchen, thunderous paws losing grip as the cat collided head-first with a wall.

Goddammit Richie.

"If you knew I would age the same as you, that my physical appearance would also be subject to change, would you feel any differently?"

His hand stilled on the handle. Bristling at the unexpected question, he swiftly abandoned his current task, much to the vocal chagrin of his pets. "No, of course not. Why the hell would that change anything?"

Then a realisation struck him. He had never been one for overt sentiment, with Nines having comfortably taken that role in the relationship. That being said, the negligence he had demonstrated at failing to express that particular affirmation—several months after its emergence—couldn't really be excused.

"Nines…I love you. You know that, right?"

The confession was met by a weighty silence, which left Gavin with a disquieting sense of unease. He quietly receded back through the kitchen and peered his head around the corner of the doorway, seeking to gauge his partner's response.

Nines was staring at him, eyes glossed with ill-concealed sentiment, as his lips were pulled into a small, grateful smile. Everything about his softened expression seemed to exude adoration—and unyielding devotion. "I do, but it feels truly wonderful to hear you say it."

The draw of his voice was magnetising, compelling the man to abandon everything he had been doing. He hurried back to the couch and, without another word exchanged, straddled his partner's hips, capturing his mouth in a fervid kiss. The android groaned appreciatively, mingled with a static-like charge, as he kissed back with matched enthusiasm.

"What about the popcorn?" Nines gently teased, having pulled back just enough that the words danced enticingly against the man's lips.

"Fuck it, that can wait," Gavin murmured, his mouth running a languid path across the length of his jaw. "The movie, too. I've had enough rest."

Then Richie—who the couple had long since surmised was the embodiment of chaos tenuously masquerading as a cat—barrelled his way through the living room. His trajectory was only halted as he jumped onto a windowsill, knocking over several ornaments with a brush of his tail.

Rather than stopping there, he somehow managed to scamper his way up one of the curtains, getting his claws embedded at the top and marking it with sizeable tears as he tried to wriggle free. In the process, the rail above dislodged, collapsing to the floor, taking the curtains, and a still-attached cat with it.

Anything that remained on the windowsill was promptly displaced, including a succulent that Tina had gifted Gavin as a Get Well Soon gift. The plant hit the floor with a crack, shattering into a mess of dirt and ceramic.

Goddammit Richie.

He emitted a deep groan into his partner’s shoulder as the android shared in his discontent, albeit with a more subdued resignation. "That's a shame; I rather liked that plant."

Carefully, he encouraged his partner off his lap so they could both stand to inspect the damage. As he did so, Wendy came charging out of the kitchen, being chased by Carrie, dashing in front of the couple and almost sending them toppling over.

"You know, with all these additional bodies, conditions are getting rather cramped."

Picking up the curtains, Gavin noted in frustration that the flimsy support beam had been warped as a result of the impact. "I'm gonna move out soon…before I lose any more of my fucking deposit."

Nines stood to his side, conducting a survey of the room. His attention was drawn to the distinctive scratch marks etched across nearly every wooden surface, as well as a large indent in the plasterboard beside the door. "I’m afraid it might be a bit late for that."

Gavin grumbled in begrudging acknowledgement. He set the mangled curtains back on the floor, determining them to be beyond salvaging, as he folded his arms over his chest. "Don’t get me wrong, this place is a shithole, but it kind of sucks to leave so soon. I only just moved in."

"You’ve been here for almost a year," Nines smoothly corrected.

"Yeah, but I only just finished unpacking."

There was a lull in the discussion as his partner fell silent, lips pursed thoughtfully. At times like this, he missed the days when flickers of light on his forehead would seek to betray his line of thinking. The android was much harder to read without his LED, although he respected his decision to remove it —seeking to shed all superfluous reminders of his past.

Mercifully, this had extended to his CyberLife jacket, which had found itself on the receiving end of Gavin's lighter. It had been an extremely cathartic evening for both of them.

"Well, my home is larger than yours," Nines eventually said, his voice carrying with it an air of measured rationale. "You could always stay with me for a while. Until you find other living arrangements."

The invitation caught Gavin off-guard as his folded arms slackened, falling limply to his sides. "You’d let me move in with you? Seriously?"

"I see no reason why we could not reach some sort of ‘agreement.’"There was a teasing edge to this as the android leaned forward, deftly cupping his jaw and capturing his lips in a stolen kiss. "On the promise that you might make some effort to be a touch more organised."

The man snorted at the suggestion, brow raised incredulously as he leant his weight into the affectionate touch. "Not happening. Nice try, though."

"The arrangement needn’t be temporary…" Nines continued, his gaze flickering to the side as though claimed by a sudden rush of uncertainty. "You could stay indefinitely, should you like."

It was Gavin's turn to fall silent. In his previous relationships, moving in together hadn't even been a consideration until a full year of established dating. Even then, he had met the suggestion with marked resistance.

With Nines, nothing about their relationship had ever run as conventional, making the swift progression seem oddly fitting. Any fleeting reservations he may have held soon deserted him, yielding to the trepidation in his partner's eyes.

It occurred that he had never felt so deeply compelled to commit himself to someone, and it would be foolish to dismiss the significance of that.

"I guess we’re together most nights anyway, so it makes practical sense. Might take you up on that offer."

"I hope you will," Nines replied, his voice airy and drawn out, like a gracious sigh. He wrapped his arms smoothly around his partner, pulling him close. "I love you, Gavin."

"I know you do—schmaltzy bastard."

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ao3feed-gav900 · 6 months ago

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Even If You Won't I Love Him

https://ift.tt/o4Trcnw by Awaiting_New_Management Five times Gavin Reed knew he wasn't apart of Nines' Family + The first time he might be Words: 6492, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Upgraded Connor | RK900, Gavin Reed, Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Hank Anderson, Kara (Detroit: Become Human), Alice Williams (Detroit: Become Human), Luther (Detroit: Become Human), Tina Chen (Detroit: Become Human) Relationships: Upgraded Connor | RK900/Gavin Reed Additional Tags: 5+1 Things, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Hank Anderson is Connor and Upgraded Connor | RK900's Parent, Connor & Upgraded Connor | RK900 are Siblings, Connor & CyberLife Tower Connor | RK800-60 & Upgraded Connor | RK900 are Siblings, Gavin Reed Redemption, Gavin Reed Not Being an Asshole, Soft Upgraded Connor | RK900/Gavin Reed, Parent Hank Anderson, Hank Anderson is So Done, Hank Anderson Being an Asshole, unnecessary exposition, Engagement, Christian Holidays, no beta we die like my sanity

#AO3feed #dbh #reed900 #gavin reed #rk900

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sweeteatercat · 1 year ago

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ʙᴀᴅ ʟɪᴀʀ

My story for the RK1700 BINGO EVENT 2023 ♡

Prompt: Pussy Eating

"I...I'm sorry, Connor," Nines manages to reply. "My...my self-lubrication program kicked in on its own. Probably...a dysfunction of the new component...uhm..."

"A dysfunction? Is that so?" Light as a feather, Connor nips at his earlobe. "You're such a bad liar. Maybe it would be better if you paid more attention to your work instead of me. I know it's hard. But this situation here is pretty delicate, don't you thing so?"

Nines, really is a bad liar.

○•●○•●○•● Before he has a chance to take his eyes off him, it's already too late. Barely noticeably, the older android's lips lift into a knowing smile the moment their eyes finally meet and Nines is absolutely helpless against the tingling sensation spreading inside him without warning. Between his thighs, to be precise. For a split second, the pump in his chest stops, only to force the blue blood through his body harder and faster than usual. An electric shiver runs down Nines' spine. Hastily he squeezes his knees together, struggling to suppress a moan. Instead, heat wells up inside him. At the edge of his head-up display, his system reports a significant rise in core temperature. Nines swallows hard, his LED casting a red-yellow glow on his computer display. He can still feel Connor's eyes on him. Despite the distance between their desks, it seems to Nines like Connor is pretty close. So close that he could touch, stroke or tease him with ease.... A soft whimper escapes Nines’ throat. Painfully, his abdomen tightens. Reaching for support, one of his hands grips the edge of the desk. He clenches his teeth in a spasm. The RK900's blue eyes widen as a slippery wetness becomes noticeable in his crotch.

RK1700 / Explicit / Smut / Vaginal Sex

♡ Be sure to check out the other stories too ♡

@negative-citadel

#ao3 #detroit become human #fanfic #nines rk900 #Connor #RK1700 #rk1700 bingo event

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unstablerk800 · 2 years ago

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𝕊𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: RK900/Fem!Reader (third person)

Tags (tagging as I go): post-android revolution, kidnapping, angst/fluff, hurt/comfort, Stockholm syndrome, protective RK900, manipulation, solitary confinement, blood, injury, violence, gore, illnesses, RK800, RK800-60 and RK900 are considered siblings

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Chapter 04.

Chapter 05. 🔽

Chapter 06.

Word count: 6,031

The natural order of the world was established anew after RK900 was activated. 200,000 of them was enough to hack themselves into everything and destroy half of America. So humans became what they should be in the new world order. They became the slaves, and androids were their new masters.

She busied herself with the cat, just as Sixty suggested, after all.

The cat was constantly staring at her as she sat in front of the kennel and spoke softly to her. She folded her legs and rested the mug in her lap, feeling content and calm with all the android animals around her. Some of them were asleep; her voice calmed them down just as their presence calmed her down, too.

She wasn't aware how much time had passed, but by the time the door opened and she glanced up at Connor, her stomach was growling a little. As she got up to her feet, she noticed he had his left hand on the doorknob, and he was sizing her up with slightly narrowed eyes. It came a tad late to her that he had the scar on his forehead, too.

This was Sixty, not Connor.

They stared at each other for a minute or two. She was undoubtedly tense in his presence, even as he tilted his head as he analyzed her in silence, even as he had given her no reasons to be vary of him.

"Your handler needed Connor", his tone was cooler and somehow, more firm than Connor's. Her fingers tightened around the now empty mug. "He won't take long, just an hour or two. But I'm guessing you need to eat, so come out in the kitchen."

"Okay."

Her quiet reply made his brows twitch, but he said nothing as he waited for her at the door, letting her walk out. Being so close to him made her self-aware, and she was slightly shivering as she bypassed him. His demeanor was vastly different than RK900's or Connor's; the way he carried himself had arrogance and dominance in it, making her feel more intimidated in his presence than in anyone else's before.

She silently walked out in the kitchen and settled the mug down beside the plate that had a sandwich on it. It was peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and as she sat down and bit into it, she hummed quietly.

"What is it?"

As Sixty asked the question and stopped beside her, she swallowed the bite and glanced up at him. She couldn't help but feel slightly afraid of him. He looked so... stern. And he sounded so serious. Because of him, it crossed her mind that perhaps not every android would be nice to her. And that thought launched a series of questions. Could any other android do anything to her? Or was she reserved to her own handler only; just as how RK900 stated that another handler would deal with her aggressor? If her actions prompted it, would he hurt her? Not knowing any rules of how she should behave so she wouldn't anger him put her on edge. And even though RK900 said nobody would harm her... did this rule apply to Sixty, too?

"It's... it tastes good", she whispered, scared of his reaction. He looked so doubtful that she had to add. "Really."

"Why?"

"It's, uh... salty but sweet. Sticky but soft. I've never had anything like this before."

"And why is that?"

"I only ate fast food before the revolution", she shrugged, "I haven't tried a lot of meals in my life before."

She observed his face as he observed hers. They were silent again for a minute, and when she resumed eating her sandwich, his brows furrowed again.

"I never wanted to integrate cooking in my programming ", he confessed, letting her know that it was him who made the sandwich.

"Me neither", she smiled up at him, half joking. "I could never get the hang of it."

"What were you doing before the revolution?"

"I was trying to survive", she shrugged, finishing one sandwich of the two. "And what are you doing now?"

"I'm hunting down humans who're fighting against us."

She swallowed the bite, but she suddenly couldn't taste it. To admit that he was rounding up those who didn't want to live in such a new world took her appetite away.

"That upsets you, doesn't it?" Sixty's face darkened a little. "You'd be surprised how clever they are. Humans. Hiding underground, gathering weapons, thinking they're smart." He leaned closer to her and she froze on her seat. Sixty leaned so close to her that she could smell the detergent on his uniform. "But I always find them", he whispered in her ear, "and they always get what they deserve."

She shivered as he pulled away, goosebumps rose on her back and down her arms, while a triumphant smile spread on his face when he pulled away just a bit and saw her reaction.

"I'm glad I have no plans of being 'smart'", she said stiffly.

"Good", Sixty nodded, glancing down at the plate, and ever so gently, added, "eat your sandwich, then."

She did, although it didn't taste as good as it did until then. When she was finished, she busied herself with rinsing the plate.

"I never thought of owning a human", Sixty wondered out loud behind her, but she didn't reply. "Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if someone was waiting for me at home at the end of the day. Maybe Connor could keep them company as well if I'm away for a long time."

"That probably would make it difficult for them", she decided to say then, turning to look at him.

"Why?"

"You look exactly like him, that's confusing for us", she raised a brow as she crossed her arms in front of herself. "Ever thought of dyeing your hair or something?"

"It's literally written on my jacket that I'm not him."

He pointed at the glowing numbers under the big words of RK800. #313 248 317 – 60. She blinked at it, then glanced up at his face. Then shrugged.

"Suit yourself."

The way he narrowed his eyes at her reminded her of RK900, and she started to miss him again. She sighed and looked away. Sixty picked up the mood change, and he didn't like it. From the corner of her eyes, she saw that Sixty's hair colour changed to a fiery red. She stared back at him, her eyes wide. He grinned at her.

"Any better?" He asked, tilting his head.

"It... it looks weird." She couldn't help but laugh. "No, this colour doesn't suit you at all. And how are you even doing this? It's so unfair!"

"Unfair, huh? Bet you wished you could change your hair colour like this." As he spoke, his strands coloured themselves pitch black. "How about this?"

"Too dark", she shook her head with a smile.

"And this?" He turned his hair dark blue.

"This isn't even a natural hair colour!"

"Oh, you want natural hair colour?"

He tilted his head as his locks shifted to blonde. Not yellowish blonde, but pale, platinum blonde, with root shadow. She blinked at him, speechless. This wasn't a natural hair colour either, but still, somehow... it was a good look on him. Sixty said nothing, just smirked smugly, keeping his hair just like that. She liked it, so it suit him. That was all he needed.

"Back to the matter at hand", he raised his hands up to fix his tie. It was not needed, but he did it anyway. "Who are you exactly?"

She wrapped her arms tighter around herself. His inquisitive gaze reminded her of RK900 again, but Sixty's eyes weren't just calculating and cold; he looked positively feral. He was watching her like a hawk, without blinking, his LED softly shimmering with brighter blue before it dimmed, but it never stopped spinning. She felt nervous that he'd save any and all data about every little detail she showed him, from her body language to her actual words.

"I'm nobody", she whispered, shrugging her left shoulder softly.

"Oh, that's not true."

He shifted closer to her now, making her heartbeat race faster under her ribs. She couldn't keep up the eye contact. As he took those few feet towards her, the little hairs on the back of her neck stood up. RK900 had made her feel this way before it slowly faded away. But she wasn't so sure it'd vanish around Sixty. He didn't seem like he'd stop behaving like this anytime soon.

"Everybody was somebody before the revolution. But you..."

He paused after he dragged out the last word for a few seconds longer than necessary. He raised his left hand up, touched her chin with his thumb and turned her head back towards him to force her to look in his eyes. Obeying the silent command, she met his dark gaze, swallowing nervously at his closeness and the way he was observing her. He had the same irises as Connor, and yet, his brown eyes were as cold as ice. It took everything in her not to shake in his hold.

"I've been to your old apartment", he whispered.

His words had a marvelous effect on her. Her pupils widened, her lips trembled, and she attempted to pull away, but his hand shifted, and he was basically gripping her chin in his thumb and index finger. She stilled immediately.

"You had little to no personal belongings", Sixty continued coolly. "Strange, don't you think? Humans love to hoard all sorts of things. Some of them hoard shoes. Or books. Or other gadgets. And yet, your home was almost completely empty. You had no phones, no laptops, no tablets, just an old television. I've also found it interesting that you had an ID, but upon researching the information stated on it, I found out that every information about you is fake. It's like you do not exist."

At this point, her eyes were full of tears. She was thinking about whether or not Connor and RK900 had to go somewhere together because they went to her old apartment to check everything out themselves. She swallowed and remained silent.

"So I'll ask again, Princess", Sixty's voice lowered even more. He dipped his head low, staring in her eyes from under his lashes with the look of a hound on his face. She had no doubts he'd bite if her answer didn't meet his needs. Even the nickname he chose for her, too, said in that low tone of his, sounded terrifying. "Who are you?"

Bracing herself, she tried to pull away, but gave up as soon as Sixty applied pressure on her chin. Not much, just enough to stop her from not cooperating. His long fingers had a good grip on her chin, and it wasn't as warm as RK900's fingers; the cold grip of the metal under the plastic padding was filling her with dread. Sixty knew he could easily bruise her, and he made an impression on her that he even would do it, if she tried to disobey.

"I've told you the truth", she whispered, unable to stop her tears from escaping her eyes. "I'm nobody."

She could hear her own heartbeat in her ears. He stared at her for so long that she was sure he didn't believe her. But then, he let her chin go, spun around and took a few steps away from her.

She felt like she pushed herself up to the surface after being submerged under the water. She realised just then that she'd forgotten to breathe, out of fear of what he might do to her if he didn't believe her. The sudden changes in his demeanor confused her. He ran his left hand in his blond hair.

"Why is it important?" She managed to ask as she was wiping her tears away from her cheeks, wincing a little as she forgot about the bruise and rubbed it a bit too hard. "What matters now is who I am now, isn't it?"

"Everything matters", Sixty half turned to look her in the eye again, his own narrowed and confused. "I like to know the details and backstory of anyone I come across."

"I've been abandoned and abused, end of story", she said bluntly, moving her hands on her aching stomach. Stress made her feel so tired. "I don't want to revisit my terrible past. I'm fine where I am now."

"Are you?" He advanced again, but stopped a feet away from her. He tilted his head like a confused puppy. "And why is that?"

"I just feel safer and taken care of", she looked away again, feeling embarrassed from answering these questions. "It's better this way."

"Better?" Now Sixty sounded like he was shocked. She glanced at his face and his brows were high up on his forehead as a sign of his disbelief. "How on Earth can it be better? You're collared like a dog!"

His words stung like a dull blade, but it faded quickly like an evening breeze. Her eyes dropped to the glowing triangle on his coat. Some of the memories she suppressed for so long, resurfaced.

"It's been much worse before this", she whispered as she reached up to touch her golden collar. Her eyes unfocused. "So, so much worse."

For a minute, they said nothing, then her focus returned and she shook her head a bit, walking past him towards the bedroom.

"Where do you think you're going?" He asked her, turning after her.

"I'm tired. I'll have a nap."

It'd also help time to pass by faster, she figured. If she could sleep for a few hours, maybe she could stay awake for longer that night. That'd mean more time with RK900. She half smiled to herself at the idea.

The bedroom looked the same. Unused. She took her boots off and made her way under the blanket, sighing softly at the flowery smell of the pillow. She left the door open, but Sixty didn't follow her.

Now, she had time to wonder about the motives behind his questioning. He was interrogating her about things Connor had tested already, but it truly seemed like they didn't believe that they got nowhere with her. Swallowing, she closed her eyes, trying to focus on her goal instead. It became a mantra.

If she slept, the day would pass faster, and it'd feel like RK900 would arrive sooner.

Her dreams were just as disturbing as Sixty's questioning. It brought up old memories she thought she'd forgotten, and she woke up thrashing around in the bed, trying to escape from restricting hands that weren't there. As soon as she opened her eyes and stared at the metallic, white ceiling, she screamed out loud.

Sixty arrived so fast all she saw of him was a blur.

"What is it?? What happened?"

He grabbed her shoulders to analyse her, and her face almost crashed against his chest in the next second. His hands slipped off her shoulders as she turned her head, pressing it tightly against just under his sternum, listening to his thirium pump. She wrapped her arms around him and held onto him as tight as she could.

"Hey- enough! Let me go", Sixty groaned, gripping her shoulders again, but his hold loosened on her as soon as he heard she was sobbing. "What's wrong with you?"

"I'm sorry", she whimpered, "I'm so... sorry... I can't... I can't stop it..."

"Can't stop what?"

"I need... to hear this..."

"Hear what?"

"You-"

Sixty furrowed his brows as he glanced down at her head, tilting his head so he could see her tightly shut eyes, and the way tears were rolling down her cheeks. He moved his left hand to run his fingers through her hair. He'd never done that to anyone before, but he was hoping it'd help her calm down faster.

"Why do you need to hear me?" He muttered with a frown.

"I need... just..." She sobbed, trembling as she held onto him. Had he been a human, her tight hug would've hurt. "This sound..."

"It's just my thirium pump", Sixty bent halfway down to look at her face, but her eyes were still shut tightly.

"Yes..."

"Why is it good to hear it?"

"Because... that means... you're alive."

Sixty huffed. Nothing she said made sense. He tried to peel her away from his form, but she was clinging onto him too hard. When he realised he'd need to positively hurt her to get away from her hug, he gave up again.

"Fine, yes, my thirium pump is operating well and good, Princess", he pat her head awkwardly, in a way how someone would pet the head of a dog. "Great. Amazing. Wonderful."

She had picked up his sarcasm but couldn't react to it. She'd been reminded of all the times when events had left her distressed, angry, upset and helpless... memories she buried deep had been revisited, and she was dreading the future once again.

It had to end. She had to end it.

"I'm sorry", she whispered when she finally loosened her grip around Sixty and looked up at him. She dried her cheeks with the backs of her hands. "I couldn't... stop myself."

He had been staring at her as darkly as a murderer. She knew already she was on thin ice concerning him, but she really couldn't help herself.

"I want an explanation to all of this", he motioned at her form, and she swallowed, looking away from his face.

"One day", she promised quietly, "but not today."

The rest of the time before Connor returned went by in quiet. Sixty left her alone in the bedroom again, and she was just lying on her side, curled up, thinking about all the things that happened in such a short time. She was chewing her lower lip bloody, and she didn't even notice it.

"Hey", Connor quietly opened the door and sized her up. She was relieved to see the brown hair and the number on the jacket. "You're dehydrated", he commented gently as he sat down on the edge of the bed. She was staring up at him, trembling when he came too close. "How are you feeling? Sixty said you had a nightmare."

"I'm fine", she lied. Her eyes were red from crying in the past one and a half hours, there was evidence on the pillow of that, and her lower lip had a few wounds on it that let Connor know that what Sixty did, upset her too much. "When... when will he come?"

Tilting his head, he brought a hand up to touch her shoulder. She shuddered, but didn't move away. He rubbed her shoulder gently in an attempt to calm her down.

"Two hours, fourteen minutes", he replied, then watched as his answer caused her to look positively distressed. Her stress level was rising with an alarming rate. "What would you like to do?"

"Telly", she murmured softly, "can I watch telly?"

Television worked. It always could take her mind off of her past, the horrors, the nightmares. Television was the one and only thing that was on nonstop; to hear an almost friendly voice, to feel like she wasn't alone.

"I'm afraid I don't have a television", Connor frowned slightly. "But I can get one for you, alright?"

"Would it require you to leave again?"

The way she asked the question made him tilt his head slightly.

"No", he murmured softly, sliding his warm palm on her back to rub it gently. Her stress level remained the same. "I can ask someone to bring one up." His LED shifted to yellow, spun a few times, and he tilted his head slightly. "I just did. It should arrive tomorrow."

"Can I stay in bed until he arrives?"

"Sure. But I'll bring you some water and cream for your bruises."

"I don't mind my brusies", she whispered, looking away from his face. "I'm fine."

"That may be so", he half smiled at her reaction. "But none of us want you to be in pain."

"Sixty felt like he did", she whispered.

Connor analyzed her again at this sentence, just to make sure Sixty caused her no damage at all. Only when he was confirmed that she was alright, he sighed, still rubbing her back.

"He's rough because his line of work requires that. He's forgotten how to be gentle, because all he deals with is violence", he said softly. "He wants to know you mean no harm to any of us."

"I don't blame him", she sniffed, glancing up at Connor again. Her eyes welled up with tears as she was grabbing the blanket, so hard that her knuckles went white. "I just wish he didn't remind me... of all that I've been through..."

Connor remained silent. He knew what Sixty did, since he uploaded his memory to both him and to RK900, but the lack of answers was truly alarming for all of them.

"We were designed to investigate", Connor explained quietly, "all three of us. It's, as they say, in our nature to do what we were created for. We can't help it that we want answers to our questions. Your origin is obscure, and we're intrigued. That's all."

She bit her lower lip, chewing on it again, holding tight onto the blanket.

"Maybe I'll tell my story", she whispered, "just not today. I'm not ready."

"I appreciate your trust in us", Connor smiled down at her, rubbing her back again. "We won't be impatient, I promise. I'll bring you water and the cream, alright?"

Before she could reply, he stood up and left her alone. The warmth she felt in her chest at Connor's understanding eased her nerves enough that she didn't flinch when he returned. Sitting up, she accepted the glass of water and thanked it. The first sip made her realise that she was thirsty. After she emptied the glass, she let him touch her cheek to gently rub the cream on her bruise.

"It should take a few days", he murmured softly, and she was looking in his eyes while he had them focused on her cheek. "Does it hurt a lot?"

"I'm fine with pain", she murmured back, looking at the numbers on his coat.

"Why is that?"

"It just means I still feel."

Connor's brows twitched in confusion, and he applied the cream to her neck as well.

"I'll put some on my stomach", she muttered, holding her hand out for the small container. Connor gave it to her without a word. She reached under her clothes and rubbed the cream in her skin. "Why did he pick me?"

Connor's lips parted, and he tilted his head as he was chewing on the right side of his mouth.

"I don't know."

"I think I was just lucky, then", she muttered, giving the container back to Connor.

"Do you consider yourself lucky?"

"He's good to me", she nodded, looking down at Connor's hand. It looked completely like RK900's. "And so are you."

Connor didn't reply immediately. He let her observe his hand, then when she looked up in his eyes, he tilted his head slightly.

"Why wouldn't I be?"

He asked with a little smile, raising his hand now to stroke a lock of hair behind her ear. She shrugged at the hypothethical question.

The rest of the afternoon passed by quietly. Connor made her food again, and she spent a lot of time with the cat, trying to get her open up, to no avail. She wasn't disappointed; she knew it'd be a long process. When RK900 appeared at the door like the last time, she had a hard time not to jump up in his arms to hug him tightly.

She was always so, so happy that he really came for her. And he was punctual, too.

Putting on her coat and saying goodbye to Connor, they entered the elevator, and she picked up the tension between them immediately. She was chewing on her lower lip as her cheeks started to burn; he was looking directly on her face, and she wasn't sure why, but her pulse was fast and her cheeks turned red. How could it be that neither Connor nor Sixty put her in such a state? How could it be that it wasn't always like this, as if it was progressing and getting more and more intense?

"How was your day?"

His question rang a bell in her mind, realising he had asked something similar to this for the second time that week alone, and the fact that it was completely, totally unnecessary because Sixty and Connor told him or showed him everything anyways, made her furrow her brows a little.

"You know already, don't you?" She asked back, just as the last time he asked her this, turning her head to the left to look at the panel that signalled that their floor was far, far away, and she'd need to spend all of that time in this cramped space with him.

RK900 didn't reply at first. She felt he was still staring at her, and it made her feel like she was an oblivious fawn who couldn't notice the wolf in the bushes. Every passing second made her thoughts race nervously. There was absolutely no escape route, and the energy that rolled off of him felt like it was about to crush her.

"I can scan your vitals", he said quietly, in his own cool, monotone voice. "Others can share memories and data with me." RK900 paused. "But I can't read your mind, and I want to know what's going on in it."

"Why are my thoughts important?" She gripped the edge of her coat to fidget with it.

"Because I'm curious."

She furrowed her brows, turning her head just slightly, seeing in her peripheral vision that he was truly keeping his eyes on her. It made her feel safe.

"Curious about what?"

"Anything that comes to your mind."

She couldn't help it, a snort escaped her. They were in silence for a few minutes; he was probably trying to decipher why did she make that noise. He couldn't even suspect how it made her feel; androids had anything they wanted in this world, and he was curious about what was going on in her mind of all things? He could seize the world and what intrigued him were her thoughts?

"So?"

His quiet word followed her as they exited the elevator. She was walking in his pace, keeping up with his long strides, even if one step of him made her step two. She grimaced at the question.

"Nothing."

"Nothing?"

The tone of disbelief was unmistakable. They walked out to the car and she felt too cold outside. She moved the hood over her head, the fur protecting her ears, forehead and even cheeks from the weather. He stopped in front of her and she glanced up sheepishly, looking like a child in front of him, half hidden by the coat, but she was looking at the numbers on his jacket instead.

He mimicked a sigh before he opened the door for her. She wondered why did he feel like that this theatrical sigh was necessary. Was he disappointed that she didn't want to share her thoughts? But there really wasn't much to share. She kept thinking about him during the day – what he was doing, when would he arrive, was he alright. He surely wouldn't want to hear about that, right? He'd think she wasn't quite well in the head.

As she got inside and sat down, it just occurred to her that the car was always warm inside. She felt him grab the seatbelt and move it across her to buckle her up.

He was so close. All she could think about was all the hours she'd spend awake, resting her head on top of his chest in the bed.

The thought made her heart race. He must've picked that up because his hand froze as he was pulling it back. He spent a few seconds scanning her, his cool eyes boring into hers for the first time that afternoon, and she felt positively frozen by the intensity of his gaze. Confusing emotions washed over her. He still stared at her as if he was a predator, but she'd felt different things now, than before, in a man's company. Usually, she didn't even pick up anything. Other humans in the past had left her disinterested, even if they showed they were curious and invested in her. Androids made her curious, though. She definitely paid more attention to them, especially in the past.

But this particular RK900...

He snapped the seatbelt in place, pulled away and shut the door. She followed him with her eyes as he moved in front of the car, the irrational thought of him being unsafe outside of the vehicle making her blink in confusion. Him being away from her simply was not right, and Sixty's prodding at her past definitely made her realise why.

She didn't like that.

When the car started to move, she sighed with relief. At home, they'd be alright. Far away from any potential threats. Far away from... well, everything. Just the two of them, in quiet, safe.

"We need to pick up some food on the way", he murmured, making her glance at the small monitor installed between them. "We need a few things."

'We need a few things'? He didn't even need to eat! Her chest felt cozy warm at the thought.

"Shops still exist?" She wondered out loud, making him smile which she couldn't see because she wasn't looking at him on purpose.

"Detroit still has some humans. We need to maintain the shops for them. Minimally, in contrast to how they were used before the revolution, but they're needed."

"I'm guessing our decreased number brought a positive change to the economy", she murmured.

"Correct", she could see in her peripheral vision that he nodded. "We only produce what's necessary upon our calculations."

"Guess it's better for everyone if our numbers are... lessened."

RK900 stayed quiet for a while, and she wondered whether he was thinking about the absurdity of her words or he just agreed with her.

"You don't seem to... like humans", he observed.

"With my past you wouldn't be in love with them, either", she whispered as quietly as possible.

"So that's on your mind", he came to the conclusion. When she didn't answer just stared outside with a blank look on her face, he hummed. "Alright. I'm not pushing it."

"Because Sixty was pushing it enough?" She grimaced.

"No", he stated, "because I know you'll tell me when the time is right."

Maybe he was right. Maybe she would. But in the end, her past didn't really matter. It was in the past. Sure, it made her what she was in this situation - docile, obedient -, but it wasn't really important to the androids, or anyone else, for that matter.

She had no idea how wrong she was.

"Humans make me nervous", she whispered, unsure why she did, but she had to say it out loud.

"It seems to me that everything makes you nervous", he pointed it out almost gently, even if his voice was emotionless as always. "Especially me."

She glanced down at her hands in her lap, biting her lower lip. He was right, he did make her nervous. But not in a way everyone else made her nervous. She wasn't afraid he'd cause her harm, it was somehow... a different emotion. One she wasn't familiar with. Nervousness was right, but not in a sense she was nervous around, for example, Sixty. No; she was afraid of Sixty. He scared her, and he did it on purpose, and she didn't really want his company, while she was clinging to RK900.

"You're different", she murmured now, furrowing her brows a little as she kept looking at her hands.

"Different."

The way he echoed the word made a shiver run down her spine. She was suddenly craving his touch; his fingers in her hair, on her cheek. She started to fumble with the bottom edge of the jacket as he analyzed her.

He detected that her pulse was high again, just as her stress levels. A part of him wished he had a sample from her – blood carried all the hormones in the human body, and he would've known everything from a single drop of it. But to cause her harm for that? That was out of the question. He'd never. Even if not knowing what was going on in her head was driving him insane.

"I..." She furrowed her brows more, fumbling tirelessly with the jacket. "I think I... trust you."

"Is that a wise thing to do in your current position?" His lips curled up slightly as his eyes dropped to the golden collar that hugged her neck.

"Maybe not", she whispered, confused, and glanced at him.

The way he smiled at her now made her feel those butterflies again. She broke the eye contact; it felt too strange.

"Maybe not", he whispered back.

The smile slowly disappeared from his face, and the air filled with tension between them again. She felt like every nerve inside her body was on alert, and even then, she just wanted to be closer to him. To listen to his heartbeat and thirium pump, tirelessly making the blue blood circulate in his body. Making him look, and feel, alive.

She didn't know why, but her eyes filled with tears. He ever so slightly tilted his head as he watched her.

"I missed you", she admitted softly.

Up until now, he was not aware he needed this sentence. Up until now, he wasn't aware that it'd mess him up; that everything he was would be yearning to hear it again.

And again. And again. And again.

And it was so gratifying that despite every mixed signal she'd given, she said this out loud. He hadn't had the faintest idea, and he knew now that he'd think about it the next day when they're away from each other – would she miss him tomorrow, too?

"Can I ask something?"

"Yes", she nodded, a bit surprised at his sudden question.

"What does it feel like to miss someone?"

With a frown, she glanced out the window. She was feeling that most of her life. Missing someone, or something. She bit her lower lip, ignoring the little wounds she'd left there earlier that day in her nervousness.

"It makes me sad", she shrugged, and glanced down at her hands again, careful not to look in his direction at all. "I feel agitated and frustrated and I can't concentrate on anything for long before I start thinking about..." You, she wanted to say, but decided against it. "...what might happen to you."

"Nothing happens to me", he cocked a brow, pressing a button on the panel to regulate the heating system of the car. "I'm perfectly safe where I'm going."

"Around Elijah Kamski", she whispered, "you'll never be safe."

His hand rested on the panel before he turned to look at her. She was staring back at him, directly in the eyes. There was darkness in her gaze, one he hadn't seen before.

"What do you know about Kamski?" He asked, his brow rising even further up.

"Enough", she put it simply.

"Tell me", he leaned just a bit towards her, his cool grey eyes focusing on every detail, every clue she'd give him.

She stared at him for a long minute before she tore her gaze away from his face.

"You said that I might be able to help with what you're working."

"That is correct."

"I want to help you to get Kamski to confess."

The car stopped in front of a building. The sign on the top had been shot in several places; the walls looked like they had taken dozens of hits, but the lights were on. The engine switched off, leaving them in complete silence. RK900 leaned back in his seat; the only noise being the way he moved.

"Why would you do that?"

"You've saved my life, didn't you?" She half smiled, glancing at him. His LED was spinning in a beautiful amber colour, and he looked back at her, curious. "I'll save yours."

#soulless #soulless fanfic #dbh #detroit become human #dbh fanfic #detroit become human fanfic #dbh nines #dbh connor #dbh sixty

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replicantdeviancy · 1 year ago

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@vexeddetective || Morbid Curiosity || Accepting

"what are you insinuating?" -Gavin, for Xander

It had been such a passive statement, something almost dismissive that had fallen from the advanced androids defined lips. But as it was aimed towards his (rather infamous) partner, & had happened to come from him, the faint veil of tire sarcasm hadn’t been so easily brushed aside. Reed rarely went without his own commentary in regards to others opinions of him, never quite able to take criticism, constructive or otherwise. Xander had long suspected that his less than ideal mannerisms were a product of personal issues involving self-worth which had been programmed into him by something in the past. Something the android was as of yet unaware of, but the consequences of the event - or series of events - were real.

A soft puff of pseudo-breath left his nose in the form of a sigh. An almost tired sound - androids didn’t experience physical fatigue but both he & his predecessor had come to understand the nature of psychological & emotional exhaustion since becoming deviant. Sometimes the drawbacks of self-awareness far outweighed the benefits, but now having known both sides of the same coin, Xander knew that he could never go back. He liked the mental strain humanity often put on his processor, how he felt at times that he needed a moment to stay still & defragment the clutter it all imposed upon his CPU. Strange to think that even Reeds passive aggressiveness was a thing to be enjoyed, but the android couldn’t hide the faint upturn at one corner of his lips as his partner demanded of him further explanation, of which he likely knew the answer.

Reed was a certified pain in the ass, & that was just fine with him.

“I make no insinuations,” he responded in kind, his bright gaze drifting towards the frowning human. It was a calm look, passive in contrast with the strong, almost authoritative aesthetic quirks they had made to the RK800’s visage to produce Xanders own twinned face. Even mildly exasperated, it was strange how such a cool color as grey could appear so warm. “The manner in which you conducted yourself posed a detriment to our investigation. He would have been more cooperative if you hadn’t been so abrasive.” He, meaning their person of interest in their newest case, one which already had little to go on. It didn’t help that Xander’s model hadn’t been granted all of the previous model’s investigative tools. Psychological profiling really wasn’t the RK900’s thing - he’d been built as an enforcer, after all. Not a detective. He expected Reed often begrudged him that, even as he did his best to pull his own weight. If nothing else, he excelled in keeping the often combative detective calm.

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chaos-thirium · 2 years ago

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Finally got around to this! Enjoy this possible ending for your Yes& prompt 😊

Known for his punctuality, the RK900 was uncharacteristically fumbling through his home, rummaging through dressers and closets. A red blaring calendar notification was pressing him, reminding him of his tardiness.

It had to be here.

Further scans provided the same unsatisfactory outcome. Pale gray eyes blinked slowly as Nines came to the conclusion that his favorite turtleneck was indeed, missing.

He let out a deep sigh. There was one possible culprit.

Only one person had been in his home since he’d last seen the turtleneck: you.

His social relations program informed him that stealing someone’s clothes was a sign of intimacy and familiarity. The program used the term ‘borrowing’, but Nines concluded that for that to accurately apply, permission must be granted, and that had not occurred. Ergo, you had stolen the item in question.

Well, he was a detective. Tracking down stolen goods was part of his remit.

The calendar notification was more insistent than ever, so Nines tugged on a black shirt instead, hands deftly fastening the buttons as he made his way out. He tucked the shirt into his pants as he closed his front door, and buckled his belt in the elevator, but he categorically did not run. Yes, he was now approximately six minutes behind his schedule, but there was no need to lose dignity.

He made up some time on the road, skilfully driving through Detroit’s traffic in the most efficient route possible. Still, he was second to reach the meeting place. Good. You and your light fingers could wait.

He parked and made his way towards you, recognising the black fabric visible under the neckline of your coat. Not only had you stolen the turtleneck, you’d had the audacity to wear it to meet him. He bristled with annoyance that he immediately hid. Nines was never one to tip his hand, wearing an impassive look as a mask as easily as others wore accessories.

“So,” he greeted you.

You spun, startled, your face relaxing when you saw him, and Nines…froze.

Uncharacteristically, everything he’d planned to say erased itself from his head, every accusation, every plan of pretending to be angrier than he was only to relent when you agreed to make it up to him, everything. Gone in an instant the moment he saw you.

You were wearing his turtleneck, but you’d cinched the waist with a belt, turning it into a dress that neatly skimmed the top of your thighs. Your bare legs taunted him, the sensors on his hand tingling with the remembrance of caressing soft skin. He’d kissed you exactly where the hem of his sweater was kissing your thighs, (and higher), and he had the surreal experience of knowing exactly how your skin felt, exactly how the turtleneck felt, and how the combination of the two must feel. He’d chosen that sweater because of how soft it was against the sensors on his skin, which must be why you liked it so much too.

“Hi,” you said, oblivious to the sudden storm in his thoughts. “I hope you don’t mind that I borrowed this. I knew I wasn’t gonna see you for a few days, and wearing this kind of…feels like having your arms around me.”

Nines inwardly sighed, any real annoyance he might have had fading away. Not that he was going to let you know that, though. You did steal from him.

“Get in the car,” he ordered you.

You blinked at his abruptness, your eyebrows lifting. “Where are we going?”

“To my home.” He gestured to the turtleneck. “You took that from my bedroom, and you’re going to return it there.”

Your lips parted in shock. “But…I don’t have anything else to wear.”

He sent you a slight smile. “Who said anything about you taking it off?”

A slow smile spread across your face, and he detected heat in your cheeks, your body already tense in anticipation.

“Are you going to punish me?” you asked innocently. Far too innocently.

You were going to cause him to short-circuit one of these days. Just not today.

“That remains to be seen. Get in the car.”

He just caught sight of your impish smirk as you walked past him, just caught the muttered, cheeky words you threw back at him as you went.

“Yes, sir.”

Oh, you were in trouble. Nines allowed himself a satisfied smirk as he followed you. Perhaps some thefts were permissible.

💙 Love Letters to My Babes #1 💙

@cyberllfe @blurredout10 @chaos-thirium @shinyportalsandthings @pseudonymmcwriter @leelany-world

In an effort to get the creative juices flowing, here are some writing prompts!

Short blurbs. Approx 500 words, more or less (no one’s counting), whatever fits the vibes! Gonna throw a few ideas out there and you guys pick from the list. Can be whatever you wanna make of it, a pairing or character exploration, any rating, etc.

Also feel free to opt out, there’s no time pressure or anything.

- 💙 -

Single word: Calendar

Scenario/trope: Friends to Lovers/learning an instrument

Song/lyric: (Wake Me - Bleachers) “You’d set a fire in me, and I’d rather be sad with you than anywhere without you.”

Improv/Yes&: (add to this blurb)

It had to be here.

Further scans provided the same unsatisfactory outcome. Pale gray eyes blinked slowly as Nines came to the conclusion that his favorite turtleneck was indeed, missing.

He let out a deep sigh. There was one possible culprit.

#my fics #🤖💙 love letters to my babes #nines x reader

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someonefromthere · 6 years ago

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red signs (do not cross)

Guys, I finished! Should’ve posted later after checking for mistakes but SIKE no beta we die like men (I’m gonna check it later tho, it’s 4 AM.)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15246270

Warning: blood, gunshot wounds.

Wanting wasn’t something RK900 was capable of. He was made to obey, to follow instructions; to be efficient. His code responded only to commands, and with his system being immune to deviancy, it was extremely easy to stay the machine Cyberlife made him to be.

Until he started working for Detroit City Police Department.

He worked with humans, of course, mostly. His predecessor – model numbers RK800, though everyone called him Connor, to RK900’s incomprehension – was the only android that worked as a detective, the rest of them – those who decided to stay after deviating – remained in positions of guards. Working there was terrific–

S o f t w a r e I n s t a b i l i t y

No, it was interesting. New. Everything was new to RK900. The people, association with them, the job itself. He frequently found himself watching every human being who shared a room with him, learning their typical behaviours, cataloging them for later analysis, and more and more often simply observing their interactions. Although Cyberlife prepared him for a proper communication – unlike Connor’s, whose software was rather faulty in comparison to his own – RK900 didn’t feel–

S o f t w a r e I n s t a b i l i t y

RK900 considered his attempts at talking quite weak. His code couldn’t help him in understanding why it was happening, neither did any of his new coworkers. Not like they wanted to help him.

They were rather distant when it came to having actual conversations with him, albeit RK900 didn’t know why. Their body language and tone of the voice visibly changed during their contact with RK800 – maybe it had something in common with the fact that RK900’s predecessor had gone deviant, but the android doubted the connection. It was absurd and didn’t make sense at all.

“Humans don’t make sense,” Connor once told him, gaze focused on the city behind the window of the DPD’s break room. Once he looked at RK900, his dark eyes were filled with something the other android’s sensors didn’t recognize. “It makes them beautiful.”

After that RK900 searched the phrase beautiful humans. Suddenly his system was flooded with millions of images, each showing a different person with a different type of beauty – young black girls, small asian boys, old men and ladies in their forties, some of them disabled in one way or another, every single of them unique, mesmerizing and pleasant–

S o f t w a r e I n s t a b i l i t y

Nonetheless RK900 didn’t understand Connor’s fascination over humans until he was assigned to a human partner.

Gavin Reed, born on October 7, 2002, appeared to be much shorter than himself. His nose – broken too many times, judging by the long scar on its bridge – and cheeks were decorated with a few light freckles here and there, his jaw framed by slight facial hair, and his lips, situated perfectly between his chin and the bottom of his nose, were painted a lovely shade of pink. Above his cold grey eyes hovered dark eyebrows, and a bit higher his almost black hairline began. His impossibly symmetrical face was wry most of the time, full of anger and hatred directed at everyone, but mostly at the two androids. He was…

He was beautiful.

S o f t w a r e I n s t a b i l i t y S o f t w a r e I n s t a b i l i t y

RK900 found himself watching his partner more often than the other humans. The first day of their partnership he discovered that from his desk – placed right next to Gavin’s one – he had a great view at the man, and since that moment it was common that a case he was working on went forgotten when his artificial eyes casted a look aside from the small pin board hanged above a spare room on his clean desk. Reed was almost constantly focused on his work, his beautiful, beautiful eyes set on the screen, his long fingers tapping on the keyboard; a third that day cup of coffee, for which he reached statistically every two point forty seven minutes, standing next to his left hand. Several strands of his hair were out of place, as usual, falling on his smooth forehead and making the man look even more messy.

“Can you please quit staring at me, tin can?” Gavin’s tired voice cut through the air, though there was no real harm behind the words. They’ve already passed that hate stage, and it hadn’t done them any good; besides, the android was sure his partner didn’t sleep even the minimum seven hours. The lack of rest always made him more grumpy and weary than usually.

RK900 was worried about the ease with which the simple nuances about his human partner found their way to his memory bank.

“I’m sorry, Detective.” He couldn’t make himself call Reed by his name; he was told to do so though, and it felt… nice.

S o f t w a r e I n s t a b i l i t y S o f t w a r e I n s t a b i l i t y

But his code was opposed to the idea, and he was made to obey his code.

“Nah, it’s nothing, just…” The man waved his hand, and then the same hand followed its familiar course to the cup filled with black caffeine, bringing it to Reed’s mouth. RK900 patiently waited for the rest of the sentence, waited for his partner to continue speaking in his low voice, but the words never came out. His system perceived a sight of disappointment, and his vision filled with red alert signs.

S o f t w a r e I n s t a b i l i t y S o f t w a r e I n s t a b i l i t y

RK900 spared a lot of his thought to deviancy. He was told to be one of the very few last androids who hadn’t broken their codes – who hadn’t freed their emotions, if he even had them which he doubted. Cyberlife put all their effort in making him flawless. There was no way he was capable of feeling.

But he was. He did feel once, and didn’t want it to happen ever again.

The first emotion that made its way between the rows of his programming to the freedom was fear. He ran a diagnostic which told him it wasn’t a mistake. It must’ve been a real, human emotion. The one that made his throat clench, and hands shake, and his Thirium pump skip a beat or two.

He was afraid.

S o f t w a r e I n s t a b i l i t y S o f t w a r e I n s t a b i l i t y

The android pushed the flickering signs aside, storing them down in the nearest folder and making his way to the body laying on the floor as fast as he could. He dropped to his knees and if he were human, it would’ve hurt badly, but instead, his mind stayed focused on the fresh bullet wound on Reed’s side. RK900 didn’t have enough time to search the web for any helpful information, so his LED flashed rapid yellow as he made a call for DPD officers and ambulance, his hands coming to take off his own jacket and press it against the bleeding hole in Gavin’s beautiful body. The quick scan told him the bullet went through, fortunately, but it touched the man’s liver. If the ambulance was there in less than twenty minutes, there was a chance–

“Nines?” A weak voice immediately broke through his analysis with ease, and RK900 gaze snapped to his partner’s face. He was pale, and kept his eyes half-closed, his lungs working hard to get him a proper amount of air to stay conscious. “Did you–?”

“Yes,” RK900 – no, Nines, that was the name Gavin gave him, those weeks ago; it was his own, personal thing now – assured, hesitantly raising his left hand to brush it over Gavin’s sweaty forehead. The man nodded faintly. “I shot her. You’re safe.”

Reed closed his eyes for a short, dreadful moment, and when he opened them again, their uncanny gray was hazed. “Nines, I–”

“You have to keep your breathing even, Gavin.” Nines moved his hand to the man’s jaw, grazing it with his thumb in a reassuring motion. “I stopped the bleeding as best as I could, but I need you to cooperate.”

They stayed like this for a while until Gavin’s heart rate dropped under the safe border. The android noted, with terror, that his blood loss crossed the tolerable line. His human partner was in an increasing danger.

RK900–Nines had to do something, call emergency once more time or make sure the officers were on their way–

“I’m sorry,” he said.

S o f t w a r e I n s t a b i l i t y S o f t w a r e I n s t a b i l i t y

Gavin looked at him, already half-absent. “For–For what?”

“I could’ve been faster.” He hung his head low, adjusting his grip on Reed’s side. “I could’ve–”

“Stop that,” the man interrupted, and reached to put his limp hand over the android’s strong one. His beautiful, beautiful eyes locked with Nines’ icy ones. “It wasn’t your fault.” And he smiled as if he wasn’t dying.

Dying.

Nines shivered, shutting his eyes and blindly moving so Gavin’s head rested on his lap. He would’ve turned his hand over, and interlaced his fingers with the human’s like he’d seen some pairs do, like he’d seen his predecessor and his partner do, but he had to stop the bleeding, he had to stop the man’s precious life from spilling out of his body.

It was when they heard an ambulance siren that Gavin’s breathing became shallow and short. “Nines, don’t–”

The android leaned in when his human stopped in tracks suddenly.

“Don’t leave me alone.”

S o f t w a r e I n s t a b i l i t y S o f t w a r e I n s t a b i l i t y

Paramedics appeared just in time, and their rush overwhelmed Nines’ overheated system. He stepped back, his eyes never leaving Gavin’s motionless body, and when one of the men asked him if he wanted to go with them, he nodded.

The android knew he had to explain everything to the officers who would arrive in no time, that was his priority, but–

For the first time in his life, RK900 wanted something. And it was to stay by his partner’s side.

S o f t w a r e I n s t a b i l i t y S o f t w a r e I n s t a b i l i t y S o f t w a r e I n s t a b i l i t y

Working without Gavin behind his desk, without the strong smell of coffee and the continuous sound of fingertips hitting the keyboard buttons, became a lot less delightful after seventeen point three minutes from the beginning of the shift. Nines found himself staring absentmindedly into the distance, somewhere, anywhere his eyes reached, and being completely inefficient.

“How you holding?” A gruff voice saved him from his threatening code, and his gaze was drawn to the older man standing by his desk. Lieutenant Hank Anderson watched him with a worried look on his face.

“I’m fine, lieutenant, thank you for–”

“Goddamn androids, can’t stop thanking and apologising, but when it comes to serious business, they do nothing.” The silver haired man looked and sounded annoyed, but Nines didn’t know the reason. Anderson huffed, glancing back at him. “You still not a deviant?”

“I run diagnostic every morning, lieutenant.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’d know if I were one. Besides, it’s not possible for me to go deviant. Cyberlife improved RK800’s code and put the unbreakable version into my system, which makes me the only android immune to deviancy in the world.”

In response, Anderson shook his head slowly.

“They call themselves geniuses, and they’re just as dumb as all of us. Keep making the same mistakes,” he waved his hand in dismissal and walked away.

Later that morning Captain Fowler told RK900 to take a day off and sort his thoughts, because right now he was “only disturbing everyone else, not doing a piece of actual work”, so he took it without hesitation, proving himself that he’d still not gone deviant.

He didn’t have an actual place to go to, or anyone who would appreciate his company except of–

Except of Gavin.

S o f t w a r e I n s t a b i l i t y S o f t w a r e I n s t a b i l i t y S o f t w a r e I n s t a b i l i t y

The warnings caused him to jump and shove them deep down in the first folder that came to his vision; he wasn’t going to be distracted by such trivial things like his code’s errors. No more prohibitions, no more blue boxes telling him what to do. He sighed in annoyance, squeezing the red lines that appeared suddenly in front of him; he was angry. His LED kept flashing red until the door opened and sleepy Gavin stood in a doorway with a mess on his head and a big bandage on his naked torso.

“Nines? What are you doing here?” There came a frown to his beautiful, beautiful, beautiful face. The android felt something powerful, sharp and painful blossom in his chest.

Emotions.

S o f t w a r e I n s t a b i l i t y S o f t w a r e I n s t a b i l i t y S o f t w a r e I n s t a b i

A single sad sign sparkled in his vision before everything became calm. He felt light.

“–Nines?”

The android’s eyes snapped up to his partner’s troubled face.

“You’re… You’re crying.”

The first hand appeared on the side of his bare neck – his jacket probably still laying somewhere, covered in blood and dirt – softly pressed against the sensitive artificial skin, the other on his cheek, the thumb brushing the real wet tears away gently. Nines let his gaze hover over Gavin’s astonishing eyes and a group of small freckles on his scarred nose. Their beauty was something he could give himself now.

He was free.

“I’m free,” he repeated, and then smiled. And then laughed, really, sincerely laughed. “I’m free.”

The soft touch of Gavin’s pink lips on his was worth every single red warning that used to litter his vision, preventing him from seeing his human’s real loveliness. And now that Nines was free, he was going to memorize every inch of him.

#reed900 #gavin reed x rk900 #gavin x rk900 #gavin reed #rk900 #upgraded connor #connor #hank anderson #slight hankcon #soft #fluff #angst #gavin's just tired #and rk900's soft #his name's nines #gay #shipping #love #detroit become human

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undercut-mcqueer · 4 years ago

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my brain: has 1000 ideas already

also my brain: how about an au where connor is hanks therapy cat uwu

#yep #yall heard #i am STILL inspired by that talking cat video #and now i just want like..#soft sweet android therapy cat connor #sent to hank #who doesnt like cats OR androids MKLFJDS #and at somepoint hank teaches him to speak #and all connor does is demand pets LKJSDFDSKL #jump speaks #why brain like this #animal crossing au is like.. back too??#fang is wearing an rk900 jacket in my nl game #so now i want that au back oop #mitzi.. is also wearing a connor jacket lmao #and i think rosie wore 900's too at somepoint???#idek anymore LKSDJFSD #my villagers just wanna be androids apparently

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higburger · 7 years ago

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#detroit become human #dbh #dbh connor #connor rk800 #connor rk900 #my art #is it me or does rk900's face look more chubbier than regular connor's?#like the eye color is a huge noticeable difference but I noticed the face shape looks more wider and soft-looking idk am i just dumb & blind #it's probably bc of the tacky turtleneck

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fluffykiddosstuff · 2 years ago

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Gavin nsfw alphabet headcanons

A=Aftercare - What they do/act like after sex.

Would probably be a mess, doesn't want to do anything, just wanna lay down in the bed/couch with you and not moving for hours. Would just clean yourself and him up if you are both too much messy. Would just put his head on your chest and rubbing your back, maybe some soft words but it wouldn't happen often, then he feels asleep

B=Bondage - Are they into BDSM, and how far they’ll go if they have a green light.

Would maybe go for bondage or think like that but it think he would prefer classic sex than making a hole scene about it (just does a scene when you are being too flirty with someone else/ or too naughty with him)

C=Cum - pretty self-explanatory.

Loves cumming either on you or on your body, it feels him with pride it's like marking his territory for him. Likes when you cum on his finger or in his mouth, he likes when you are pleased

D=Dom - Are they dominant, submissive, a switch?

Would be 90% of time dominant except In some situations (with the rk900 or either he looses a bet with you)

E=Edgeplay - Similar to ‘Kinks’ except it’s a lot riskier than usual kinks (knifeplay, breathplay, etc.).

Would have something with guns, don't put bullets into it but he like putting a gun against your head and threatening you while you blowjob him (if you are not comfortable with it of course he wouldn't do it)

F=Fantasy - A fantasy of theirs (ex: a teacher/student fantasy).

Propably officer/detective or stealer/detective because of his work, he wants to make it a little bit more interesting

G=Got Caught - How they react when they get caught having sex.

Doesn't give a fuck, is just pissed because someone could see you, he is possessive and just want you for him, no others.

H=Hot Spots - A place that drives them crazy when stimulated (EX: neck).

I think his neck and chest are really sensible areas (if you kiss him on these spots he will go crazy for sure) , also likes it when you rub his head/back during/after sex

I=Intimacy - How romantic they are, or can be, before, during, or after sex.

Isn't usually romantic, more rough and degrading than anything else before and during but would totally praise you after, made you knowing how well you have done (if he had degrading you, if not it's just cuddles and no words)

J=Journey - Their ideal way of leading up to sex.

He LOVES when you tease him at work and then if you finish work before him, wait for him naked/in lingerie on his bed

K=Kinks - I’ll list a few of their kinks, be they the normalized ones or kinkier kinks.

Likes when you beg for him to continue/stop (with your consent and a safe word ofc) also like spanking you for being bad at work for teasing him in front of everyone

L=Location - Where they like to have sex at, do they like risky locations, etc.

Either on bed or couch, doesn't like non comfortable places and likes being intimate with you and only you (would only be in risky place if you tease him too much and he can't handle it)

M=Masturbation - How they are when they get themselves off, what they get themselves off to.

When you are away for days/a week he masturbate a lot, making scenarios that could happen between you two right now or when you came back. Mostly like to imagine you in doggy style and thinks about your mouth around his dicks and how great your private part is around him

N=NO - A few things that they will absolutely, under no circumstances, ever do.

Would never hurt you (knife, gun charged ect..) he doesn't like it thinking about his s/o being hurt by him, he want you to have fun not to be injured

O=On’s - Their top turn on’s that they have (things that’ll get them super horny super quickly).

You in lingeries or in his clothes, seing you in one of his underwear and shirt just drive his mind crazy.

P=Position - Their favorite position to have sex in.

He loves doggy style and missionary the most, just so he can see your face on missionary so he can pound deep into you and see how much you like it and doggy style so he can grab your hips and go rough really easy

Q=Quickie - Do they like it, do they prefer quickies over actual sex, etc.

Quickies aren't on his top favorite thing but if you tease him too much he will grab you in a peaceful room/place and will do his job so you both can be satisfied of your needs. Prefer to take his time to pleasure you tho

R=Rough - How rough they are, or get, when in bed.

get pretty rough, leave bruises on your hips and thighs. But if you are too tired after a day of work(him or you) would go slow and soft (it's not happening every day tho so be prepared)

S=Stamina - How long they can go before they tap out.

If he really want to punish you, could go all night so you know you are his and only his but usually would go for 2 or 3 rounds. Depends on yours and his day and how tired you both are

T=Toys - Do use toys, do they own them, what kind, etc.

Wouldn't have many toys but when you enter his life he brings like 1 vibrator 1 didlo and handcuffs from work, would use them on you when you have been really bad, maybe would but your phone on a phone call while a vibrator is on ur private part, you being blindfolded and handcuffed to the bed, so he can listen to your moans while he is busy at work

U=Unfair - How much they tease you, how they tease you, etc.

LOVES teasing you, at work, at home, during a family meeting, anywhere and at anytime with many people or not, he will tease you by grabbing your ass/tight and would maybe say some dirty things in your ears or text you so you get flustered

V=Volume - How loud they get when having sex, things they might say, etc.

Isn't really loud except when he is too tired to be top and would let you takes the leads also get louder when he as an orgasm. Would be on purpose louder if you have a neighbor that as been trying to flirt with you, again he is possessive and you are his.

W=Wild Card - a random letter for the character of your choice.

If it's your first time would be really gentle with you, and if you are insecure about your body would turn the lights off for your firsts time together until you are comfortable, he wants you to enjoy this as much as he do

X=X-Ray - How they look with their clothes off.

he’s a 6 inches, it isn't too long or thick it's just 🔥perfect🔥 for you, he as probably one tattoo or two (chest or on his tight) he also have a hairy body (arms, chest and legs) so I hope you like hairy mens

Y=Yearning - How often they need to have sex.

One or two times per week is good, he doesn't want to do it every night but like when he reminds you how much he likes your body and the sounds you make for him

Z=ZZZ - How quickly they fall asleep after having sex.

He is coffee addict soooo, if you want to do things like watching TV or just cuddle he is up for it as long it doesn't mean he as to move away from you, you would definitely falls asleep first and he would watch your face while you sleep, caressing it and smiling before going to bed hours after (did I say he was a coffee addict?)

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Soooo I hope you like this it's my first headcanon thing on Tumblr lol (and I wanted Gavin to be my first 🏃‍♀️💨) next time I think I'll do venom/eddie because I'm obsessed by these two lately lol

#gavin reed #dbh rk900 #detroid become human #dbh headcanons #headcanon #rk900xgavin #gavin x nines #gavin x rk900 #gavin x reader #x reader #dbh smut #detroit become human #video games #gaming #pc games

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peskellence · 7 months ago

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Pairing: RK900/Gavin Reed

Tags: Post Pacifist Ending, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Smut, Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Masterlist

Read on AO3 here:

Warnings: Graphic Violence, Depression/Self Destructive Behaviour, Smut

Word Count: 7K

Gavin woke up to a wave of white filling his vision, exacerbated by a harsh glow of light. It blinded him temporarily and left his gaze to trail aimlessly through the vacuous surroundings. He couldn't remember everything that happened, but there were small, disordered snippets. Intense pain, the roar of a gunshot, Connor grappling with Alex. Then Nines, holding him in his arms, as he began to fade away.

A voice was calling out, soft and soothing, filled with warmth. Delicate hands held his shoulders, gently caressing them.

"Gavin, can you hear me?"

Any fears he might have had about the nature of his afterlife were quickly dispelled. The figure above him was blurred, but their features seemed willing to mould themselves to his desires. He let out a gentle hum of contentment as an enticing visage began to take shape.

"Guess the big man upstairs can't be too pissed, got me an angel."

The figure was silent momentarily, as though absorbing what the man had just said before they let out a short, disbelieving snort. The illusion was abruptly shattered as Gavin noted an unsteady mix of colours emanating from their temple. Seeming to sync with the sounds coming from a nearby monitor.

"As flattering as that comparison might be, I feel it forthcoming to inform you that you are alive."

Then he felt the cannula—tubes of plastic lodged uncomfortably in his nostrils—and the needle embedded in his hand attached to a nearby drip. He blinked up at the ‘angel’, whose features were beginning to sharpen. Familiar eyes peered down at him, accompanied by a gentle smile.

"Nines?" Realising his mistake, he concluded that the liquid in his drip must be some form of painkillers. Strong ones.

Mercifully, the android did not indulge in any further teasing, instead offering a small nod of acknowledgement. "It's good to hear your voice."

As Gavin tried to lean forward, a sudden rush of delirium halted him. His head felt light and airy, as though he were coasting in a dream.

"How the fuck did I get here? I remember getting hit in the head…and my nose being broken…and fuck, then I was shot." He touched a point on his chest, which he last recalled being soaked in blood. "Would have thought I was a goner for sure..."

"The bullet punctured one of your lungs, resulting in a traumatic hemopneumothorax. Connor and I were able to keep you stable until medical assistance arrived."

Gavin's attention flitted to a wall-mounted television at the far end of the room. As he noted a time stamp in the corner of the news channel that was playing, his head swelled with confusion. The time that had elapsed seemed suspiciously short, leaving him to wonder if he had misread it.

"How long was I out for?"

Nines' soft smile had disappeared, replaced with a perturbed scowl. "A few days...it was touch and go for a while. Your heart stopped beating several times."

The man stalled at the revelation.

Well. Shit.

Then, as the initial shock waned, he was struck by something else—an overwhelming sense of luck, as well as a newfound appreciation for his own tangibility. He held his hands in front of his face, chuckling unsteadily as he did. "Would you look at me? The undead asshole."

Nines flinched at the crass words, his head bowed forlornly. "This should have never been permitted to happen, wouldn't have happened, had I gone with you. I was too preoccupied with my own self-interests, and because of that, you almost—"

The sentence was aborted, undercut by a harsh, metallic sound. It took Gavin's drug-addled mind a minute to catch up with what was happening, and then he heard the sobs.

"I was the intended target, and you were the one caught in the crossfire." Despair was etched into the android's features, pale skin streaked with tears. "It should have been me."

Gavin felt a twinge of sorrow at the implication, worsened by the anguished sounds that Nines was making. He tried to sit up again, but his weakened body refused to comply. "Come on, I don't think you getting shot would have been ideal either."

"After I attacked you, I felt lost—scared of losing control." He was babbling, clipped laments just barely coherent. Glimpses of red bled through his fingers as he clutched the sides of his head. "I thought in distancing myself I could seek to protect us both."

"You don't have to explain."

"It was a cowardly thing to do. Had I lost you, it would have been my fault, a consequence of my own selfishness—"

"Will you shut up for a minute?" It had not been intended for the request to come across so harshly, and the regret he felt was instantaneous.

Nines flinched, his body jerking before he sunk into his chair with a resigned nod of compliance. It hurt to see him this way, so profoundly distraught and broken. A deep, sinking ache in his chest that could not be ignored.

While too weak to initiate the action fully, the detective extended his arms, beckoning him forward with a twitch of his fingers. "Come here."

After a fleeting hesitation, the offer was accepted. The android slumped against his body, and Gavin felt the tension stored in his synthetic muscles begin to dissipate. He reached a hand behind his head and gently pulled it towards his shoulder.

"You weren't being selfish; you were trying to do what was best", he assured, carding his fingers slowly through strands of soft brown hair.

Everything about his demeanour measured and calm, a conscious departure from his usual abrasive attitude. This newly-adopted resolve proved challenging to maintain, however, as the pressure of their embrace intensified. A twinge of pain broke through his numbness, triggering an involuntary hiss.

"Even if you fucked up a bit."

Nines emitted a small huff as he readjusted his weight, carefully nestling his head against his ribcage. "When Connor explained what was happening, when I saw you in the warehouse, I realised what a terrible mistake I had made—

There will always be dangers in the world. I am far from the only one. For as long as I am in control, I wish to protect you."

Gavin hoped, albeit vainly, that the android would fail to detect the embarrassing flutter in his chest as he said this. "I’m not some fairytale princess, jackass. I don't need a knight in plastic armour to come and save me."

"I know you don't, but I would appreciate it if you would humour me for just a moment."

They stayed that way for quite some time, savouring the warmth of each other's bodies. After what felt like an eternity of prolonged physical and psychological torment, Gavin was profoundly appreciative of the simple moment of peace.

A part of him wished to stay there forever, refusing to allow anything to breach the walls of contentment. Then, he sealed his own undoing with a single, thoughtless musing:

"So, you're definitely real, right? This isn't some weird doped-up fantasy?"

The android's head tilted upwards. The stormy intensity of his eyes was absent, replaced with a look of serene tranquility. "It isn't."

"Meaning you are the Nines that I spilt my guts to."

"That would also be correct."

The floodgates were opened as the man was accosted by a wave of uncomfortable memories. He sunk further into his bed, wishing he could vanish entirely within the folds of the sheets.

"Well, shit. Now I kind of wish I was dead."

The peaceful expression dropped instantaneously as Nines shot up, his LED flaring like a warning beacon. "Why on Earth would you wish for that?"

"Come on, I haven't exactly been great with how I've handled all this...I can't believe I said I’d wait for you. That’s fucking pathetic."

"Perhaps the message was delivered abrasively, but the sentiment was there. I thought it was sweet." Amidst the comforting sincerity, there appeared to be something Nines was holding back. His focus darted to the side as his lips pulled into a taut line. "You have no idea how hard it was. Walking away from you."

"Just don't do it again," Gavin grumbled back, halfway between a chide and a plea. He reached out across the bed, fingers brushing the side of his companion’s hand. "No more running. For either of us."

Nines stilled at the touch before his own fingers twitched to life. Moving along the sheets, he blanketed the man's calloused skin with his palm.

"No more running", he agreed softly. "With any luck, that will mean future sentiment can be expressed more opportunely."

There was something about this statement that inspired a moment of introspection. Sorting through his fractured recollections of the distribution centre, there were certain memories Gavin wished to solidify more than others. Namely, the last exchange the two of them shared.

"Back in the warehouse, you said something to me, right before I passed out."

It hadn't been a question, but the weighty pause that followed confirmed his desire for elaboration. The android appeared flustered at this, a fine dusting of blue powdering his cheeks.

"You know what I said."

"I’d been hit in the head with a steel pipe, and I was bleeding out. Didn't know if I was imagining it." The man stared at him intently, scrutinising his torn expression. "I wanna hear you say it again."

Nines made a quiet, shuddering sound, charged with electricity. There was a soulful vulnerability in his gaze as he leant forward, closing the gap between them.The kiss was slow and tender, culminating with a heartfelt proclamation whispered against his lips. "I love you."

An apprehensive breath that had lodged in his throat finally released. It left Gavin temporarily speechless, wondering when those words had last incited such a reaction. Of course, he didn't express this, settling for a more 'restrained' response.

"Fucking knew it."

Rolling his eyes with a playful flourish, Nines steadily pulled away. "Yes, well, you are a detective. I would have hoped you could deduce something so transparent."

"God, this is so cheesy," he said back, mingled with a deep groan. "Straight out of a rom-com, bet Connor would love it."

His companion failed to regard the sentiment with the same degree of enthusiasm. A faint furrow creased his brow as he fiddled with the trim of his jacket. "I’m not sure ‘love’ would be the most apt descriptor, but I imagine he'd make an effort to be supportive."

Oh.

In retrospect, a less than stellar reception to his and Nines’ relationship could have been anticipated—given the extensive emotional and physical antagonism he had shown his brother. Gavin slipped his hand away, picking at one of his weathered knuckles. "How's he holding up, anyway? Him and the old bastard."

"The Reaper roused a few minutes after you lost consciousness. I believe Hank pulled a tendon whilst keeping him restrained. Aside from that, they are both fine."

The temptation to poke fun at the older man’s physical durability, or lack thereof, was staggering. Despite this, he resisted.

"Got time to work on them, then. Wear ‘em down like I did with you."

"I would hardly call it wearing me down," the android contended, reaching forward and brushing a hand across his cheek. "Connor told me about what you did, piecing together the final riddle in my absence. Your intelligence and courage are more than deserving of my adoration. I am confident that the others will be just as appreciative, given time."

Gavin scoffed at the words of reassurance, his brow raised incredulously. "Whatever happened to you not having an advanced social protocol? Smooth-talking bastard."

"I've been practising," Nines admitted, planting affectionate kisses along the length of his jaw. "I also recall telling you that I learn from experience. Perhaps you are more adept with words than you think."

"Bullshit. Feel free to carry on, though. If the aim is to charm my pants off, it's working."

"Gavin." The name sounded low and needy as it rolled off his tongue, movements trailing intently towards his mouth.

The kiss that followed was harsh and feverish, filled with shared desperation. Gavin panted eagerly as he felt a tongue slip past his lips, skillfully coaxing out a series of moans. With each movement, he pulled Nines closer—until he was draped across the bed, practically crawling inside.

"Whooaaa there. Sorry, fellas, are we interrupting something?"

They shot apart instantly, startled by the address. The detective initially assumed it had come from some ill-fated nurse—receiving an unexpected show on their afternoon drug round. His embarrassment escalated to mortification as he discovered the reality to be much worse.

Hank and Connor stood in the doorway, sharing mirrored looks of confusion. The latter sported a large plastic bag, as well as a length of ribbon attached to his wrist. At the end of the ribbon was a foil balloon reading ‘Get Well Soon’ in a blocky font.

The cheerful sentiment was juxtaposed comically by an increasingly sour expression. His LED blinked in yellow pulses as he glanced wearily at his brother.

"I did say we were coming."

"Yes, I received your message", Nines clipped back as his cool-toned blush deepened significantly. "I was...distracted."

"Is that what the kids are calling it these days?"

Gavin glowered at Hank, who was shamelessly tittering at his own joke. "You dipshits ever heard of knocking?"

"This is a public hospital, and the door was open—" It was evident Connor wished to continue but was dissuaded by a pleading look from his brother. He inhaled deeply before starting again, addressing the man with a more composed neutrality. "Nines asked if we could stop at your home. I fed your cats and brought you some clothes."

"Is everyone just letting themselves into my fucking apartment now?"

"I’ll be sure to foot the bill for your window."

The dry response had clearly been been intended as a joke, but the mystified silence that followed informed of its failure to land. Connor’s jaw hardened in tenuously repressed frustration. "I was advised on the location of your key. If you don't want your home to be easily accessed, I suggest you find somewhere more secure to keep it."

"Not the only reason we came down." Hank interrupted, despite the visible amusement he was garnering from the exchange. Striding towards the bed, he settled himself down on one of the hard plastic chairs. "We wanted to fill you in with what is happening at the station."

As the detective attempted to sit up, Nines sought to support him, placing a hand under his arm. "Has he talked yet? Alex, Gideon, or whatever the fuck his name is."

"Seems like the prick has changed it a few times." Hank reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out a small photograph and presenting it to him. "He was born Dimitar Petrov in Varna, Bulgaria. Worked as an engineer at CyberLife for three months until he was made redundant."

Gavin stared down at the picture, to which Dimitar glared back. His darkened eyes exuded a disquieting rage, hands clenched on the sides of an arrest board. The longer he looked, the more the visage churned his stomach, skin crawling with phantom touches.

"He isn't even Russian. Lying motherfucker…"

His disgruntled murmuring elicited an immediate reaction from Nines, whose grip tightened, head tilted curiously. Before he had a chance to speak, Connor had interjected:

"We found several IDs in his possession. The Gideon pseudonym seems to coincide with his move to Detroit." He removed the balloon from his wrist, anchoring it to the bed's footboard. "At the time of his redundancy, he had received several warnings for what was believed espionage."

"He was trying to take them down from the inside." A sneer accompanied the deduction as Gavin set the photo on a nearby table. "Before the revolution fucked up his plans. Demented and deluded—a real fucking winner."

"On the bright side, the ego worked to our advantage," Hank chimed in. "As soon as Connor got him talking about his ‘holy mission’, he sang like a fucking canary."

"The case will have to go to trial", the RK800 clarified. "While he confessed to attacking and dismantling the androids, he maintains his only murder was that of the human woman."

"It won't make a difference," his partner added. "Even if the law agreed with him, which it doesn't, one count of First Degree murder is more than enough to send him down. Plus, we got the fuckers 'trophy collection'. No talking his way around that."

"He’ll need a damn good lawyer, that's for sure." Having exhausted the remainder of his energy, Gavin allowed his head to lull back, eyelids drooping. "Guy couldn't even talk me into bed; he doesn't stand a chance against a jury."

The silence that followed was legendary. Hank and Connor exchanged troubled glances before their attention slowly drifted to Nines. The android in question had seized in place, his stoic expression unreadable.

"What are you talking about?"

Gavin's fluttering lids suddenly snapped open. While admitting culpability for his more egregious crimes, Dimitar had clearly maintained silence on his more 'ethically grey' practices.

They were all looking at him expectantly, as it occurred to the detective just how effectively he had sought to corner himself. Nines seemed particularly anticipative. While his face remained indecipherable, it was clear that they would not be moving on from the topic without some form of elaboration.

He chewed the inside of his mouth, unsure how best to broach the subject. "...Do you remember that date I went on? With the guy I was texting in the Storage Locker?"

A spark of yellow ignited the RK900's forehead, spinning in disordered flashes for a number of seconds. "Yes."

"Well, turns out the Reaper really wanted some insider information—but don't worry, he was a shit kisser. Wasn't about to tempt me to the dark side with a tongue like a fucking spin cycle."

There was silence for a disconcerting length of time, but the fractious tremble of the android's shoulders and steady careen of his jaw spoke volumes. It ignited a spark of concern in Gavin as he attempted to place a hand on his forearm.

"It's fine."

Nines had stood before he made contact, face contorted with disgust. "It is not fine. You were taken advantage of. In a hideous, unforgivable way."

"Where the Hell are you going?"

"To the station. I would like to request five minutes alone in this man's holding cell."

As he charged towards the exit, Connor smoothly intercepted, the red flicker on his temple betraying his rising alarm. "Your energy output is extremely low. I’m not sure that's a good idea. How about we take a walk instead?"

"I don't need a walk."

"Then we can find somewhere to sit. You've had a long couple of days. The fresh air may do you some good!"

"If you don't allow me to go to the station, then I will not be leaving this hospital."

Connor's forced optimism was beginning to wane as his approach proved ill-effective. "What if we…get some coffee for Hank and Gavin?" he suggested, making a vague gesture out of the doorway. "There is a machine down the hall. It would only take a few minutes."

Shooting his predecessor a withering look, the RK900 finally relented. "Fine."

The two androids disappeared around the corner, leaving their human companions behind. After a stretch of awkward silence, Hank started to make a series of popping noises under his breath, accompanied by drumming on his lap.

"So, when's the wedding?"

"Fuck off, Anderson."

"l want you to make an honest android of him. Can lend you Sumo if you need a flower pooch."

"I hope that you die and your dog fucking eats you."

"You really are a charmer, aintcha? It’s easy to see how you won Nines over." Hank batted his eyelashes teasingly before the playful demeanour quickly dropped. "...Seriously, the kid's been a wreck, Reed. Refused to leave your side for even a second, had to be dragged out of the room during your operation."

Gavin's eyes widened at this, as a complex swell of emotions washed over him. "He's been here the entire time?"

The other man nodded in confirmation. "I know it might go without saying, but you m

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ao3feed-gav900 · 8 months ago

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Cleansing Of The Heart

https://ift.tt/6aJHneS by katlakitty There’s only so much one man can take and Gavin had certainly reached his limits when working at the DPD. He hated the man he’d become and he started to hate his work, his colleagues and his life. He hated everything in Detroit. So he just packed up and left. He didn’t feel like he was leaving anything behind he would miss as he started a new life in Muckingham. But what is he going to do when he’s there? He has a little money saved, but that won’t take him far. Well, there’s that old saying ‘turn your hobby into your job and you’ll never work’. Maybe he should give it a shot. After all - he’d always felt at peace whenever he got to clean something with his power washer. And the icing on the cake? Muckingham had previously been called ‘the town of cats’. What he doesn't expect is to run into a handsome vulcanologist that turns his world upside down with a single smile. Words: 4283, Chapters: 1/10, Language: English Fandoms: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game), PowerWash Simulator (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Multi Characters: Gavin Reed, Upgraded Connor | RK900, RK800 "Connor" Android(s) (Detroit: Become Human), Hank Anderson, Sumo (Detroit: Become Human), Tina Chen (Detroit: Become Human), Markus (Detroit: Become Human), Simon (Detroit: Become Human), North (Detroit: Become Human), RT600 "Chloe" Android(s) (Detroit: Become Human), Elijah Kamski, CyberLife Tower Connor | RK800-60, Jeffrey Fowler, Kara (Detroit: Become Human), Luther (Detroit: Become Human), Alice Williams (Detroit: Become Human), Tracy (Detroit: Become Human), Ralph (Detroit: Become Human), Captain Allen (Detroit: Become Human), Jerry(s) (Detroit: Become Human), Daniel (Detroit: Become Human), Trevor (Detroit: Become Human) Relationships: Upgraded Connor | RK900/Gavin Reed Additional Tags: Gavin Reed Being Less of an Asshole, Tina Chen & Gavin Reed Friendship, Swearing, slight PTSD, Referenced Trauma, Soft Upgraded Connor | RK900, UFOs, timetravel, Background Relationships, Alternate Universe, Cats, Pining, Mutual Pining, Single Parents, Connor and Sixty are Nines cousins, lots of powerwashing stuff, Awkward Encounters

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angelic-blxssom · 4 years ago

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My Masterlist!! *will be updated as I post*

NSFW: **

RESIDENT EVIL:

Alcina Dimitrescu - Four Lord Meeting a Smaller Petite Lord

First Kiss & First Days of Dating

Reaction to a Fight

First Blood Bath

NSFW Headcannons **

Plus size S/O **

Plus Size S/O 2.0 **

Reaction to S/O Death

Famous Fashion Designer S/O

Dominant S/O **

Sleepy "I Love You's"

Famous Artist S/O

Gen Z & Vine humor S/O

S/O Who Plays Many Instruments

S/O is a trickster with kids

NSFW Headcannons 2.0 **

Reaction to S/O liking Heavy Metal

Seeing each other after Breakup

S/O is hired public admin

Goddess like S/O

Innocent S/O who gets easily lost

Psychotic/Insane Alcina

Catching S/O playing Pokemon

Therapist S/O

Werewolf S/O

Silly Drunk S/O

S/O makes cute card and cake

Loki S/O protects them from death

Karl Heisenberg -

Four Lord Meeting a Smaller Petite Lord

Plus Size S/O **

Reaction to S/O Death

Famous Fashion Designer S/O

Gen Z & Vine humor S/O

S/O Who Plays Many Instruments

Realizing Reader’s Love for Him

S/O is a trickster with kids

S/O is hired public admin

Innocent S/O who gets easily lost

Therapist S/O

Werewolf S/O

Silly Drunk S/O

S/O makes cute card and cake

Clumsy S/O

Loki S/O protects them from death

Donna Beneviento -

Four Lord Meeting a Smaller Petite Lord

Plus Size S/O **

Reaction to S/O Death

Famous Fashion Designer S/O

Gen Z & Vine humor S/O

S/O is a trickster with kids

S/O is Public Admin

Innocent S/O who gets easily lost

Catching S/O playing Pokemon

Therapist S/O

Werewolf S/O

Silly Drunk S/O

S/O makes cute card and cake

Loki S/O protects them from death

Salvatore Moreau -

Plus Size S/O **

Reaction to S/O Death

Famous Fashion Designer S/O

Gen Z & Vine humor S/O

S/O is a trickster with kids

S/O is a hired public admin

Innocent S/O who gets easily lost

Therapist S/O

Werewolf S/O

Silly Drunk S/O

S/O makes cute card and cake

Loki S/O protects them from death

Mother Miranda -

S/O is a trickster with kids

Innocent S/O who gets easily lost

Miranda thinking Reader is incarnated daughter (platonic)

S/O makes cute card and cake

NSFW head cannons **

Loki S/O protects them from death

Bela Dimitrescu -

Reaction to S/O liking Heavy Metal

Catching S/O playing Pokemon

Cassandra Dimitrescu -

Reaction to S/O liking Heavy Metal

Catching S/O playing Pokemon

Daniela Dimitrescu -

Reaction to S/O liking Heavy Metal

Catching S/O playing Pokemon

Leon Kennedy -

Albert Wesker -

DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN

Connor (RK800) -

Cuddling Him for the First Time

Bipolar S/O

The Home Prom

Slavic S/O

Connor watching “My Life as a Teenage Robot”

S/O has Anorexia & Derealisation

Ralph (WR600) -

General Dating Headcannons

Showing Ralph humans aren't bad

Hank Anderson -

Simping for Lady D

Gavin Reed -

Simping for Lady D

RK900 -

HAIKYUU

Kei Tsukishima -

Would you still love me if I was a worm?

Staring at your ass

Kuroo Tetsuro -

Would you still love me if I was a worm?

Staring at your ass

Dating Kenma’s twin sister

SFW alphabet

soft smut **

Kenma Kozume -

Wakatoshi Ushijima -

Sakusa Kiyoomi -

Would you still love me if I was a worm?

Staring at your ass

Toru Oikawa -

Would you still love me if I was a worm?

Staring at your ass

Crushing on a female!volleyball player

Keiji Akaashi -

Bokuto Kotaro -

Satori Tendou -

Yu Nishinoya -

Rintaro Suna -

Yuuji Terushima -

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While the snow falls

RK900 X Reader

Warnings: absolutely nothing just Fluff

Word Count: 413

Plot: As the snow falls you and RK900 are curled up on the couch enjoying a movie.

You bring the cup of hot chocolate to your lips and slowly sip, humming at the taste. RK900 is watching you with a soft smile on his face, happy that the both of you are home and safe from the storm. A scary movie about some zombie virus is playing in the background while the both of you are huddled up.

“This would never happen” RK900 says with one arm on the back of the couch, you look at him and he continues. “Human flesh decomposes after death so people would just have to wait a few weeks out, problem solved”. It was his way of making a joke and you smiled at him scooting closer to him. He took the invitation and wrapped both of his arms around you, he rested his head on yours.

You finished your hot chocolate 15 minutes later, 15 seconds later he was pulling you on his lap and holding you close. The snow slowed to a stop as the movie ended, you stretched and let out a yawn. “You must be so tired”, RK900 murmured into the crook of your neck. You only nodded trying to get up, only to realize that you were trapped in his lap; he wasn't letting you go. You felt him smirk from where his face was pressed and you let out a groan of protest.

“You have to pay the toll to get up” RK900 explained “What's the toll?” you asked, playing along. “A kiss on the lips” he said with a smile on his face. You smiled right back and grabbed both sides of his face and planted your lips on his. When you moved back you giggled at how disappointed he looked. “Aww, don't look so sad” you giggled as he pouted and that was when you felt him loosen his grip on you, you took your chance.

You got up and moved to the entrance of your hallway, he looked at you surprised. “Come back, I want more kisses” He said getting up and taking slow predatory steps towards you. “You're going to have to catch me first” you said and ran towards your bedroom with him hot on your trail. He closed the door to your bedroom behind him trapping you in so you couldn't escape, “I would like my kisses y/n '' he said in a teasing voice. The only thing that caught RK900’s attention was your giggles and the snow starting to fall again.

#rk900 x reader #dbh

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unstablerk800 · 2 years ago

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𝕊𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤

Rating: Explicit Pairing: RK900/Fem!Reader (third person) Tags (tagging as I go): post-android revolution, kidnapping, angst/fluff, hurt/comfort, Stockholm syndrome, protective RK900, manipulation, solitary confinement, blood, injury, violence, gore, illnesses, RK800, RK800-60 and RK900 are considered siblings

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Chapter 3.

Chapter 4. 🔽

Chapter 5.

Word count: 6,175

It was early.

She knew it was, because she barely could open her eyes when she felt the bed move under her.

When her hands gripped onto the material under her, did she realise only that it wasn't the bed. If it was, it probably wouldn't feel so firm. With a little frown, she hummed, rubbing her cheek against the rough material. The pillow she had been given was much softer. And her pillow didn't move for sure… and it didn't make these strange noises, either. It sounded like heartbeat, with additional whirring noises that definitely belonged to…

"Are you awake?"

RK900's voice was as quiet as possible. She barely heard it. She moved her head a little, but it was too comfortable to lie there in the warmth. It wasn't just the blanket that covered her from her neck down that kept her warm. This… him… beneath her, also seemed to radiate warmth. Her uninjured cheek really enjoyed staying just right where it was, and those whirring noises coupled with the soft beat calmed her.

"Hmm", she mumbled as a reply.

A hand came up to tentatively run through her hair. She shivered. As the fingers carded through her strands, ever so gently pulling on them, she almost drifted back to sleep.

"I thought I'd be too hard for you to sleep on", he mused above her head.

The comment made her crack her eyes open. She saw his arm move just then, as he kept playing with her hair. She just noticed he had his other arm wrapped around her and her blanket. It seemed that over the night, she snuggled so close to him that she ended up sleeping on him instead of the bed, and he must've brought the blanket and his arms around her.

She flushed, embarrassed. Sure, she could behave when she was awake, but she obviously couldn't control herself when she was asleep. Biting her lower lip, she closed her eyes again.

"You're comfy, actually", she murmured then.

He said nothing as he was stroking her hair over and over again. She tried not to think about how he must've felt her breasts as they were squished between them… or how her thighs pressed against one of his… and even then, she didn't want to pull away to get up.

"I'll need to get going soon", he whispered, as if he had seen what she was thinking about.

"Nooo", she whined, holding onto his side with one of her hands. "I'm so comfortable."

"I have a job to do", he sighed then, "and you need breakfast and ice for your injuries."

"Brr", she shivered against him at the mention of ice. "No, thank you."

"Would you prefer the cream instead?"

"Uh-huh", she murmured.

"Alright", he gave up. "Then let's get up and start the day."

"Five more minutes", she complained quietly, making him mimic a sigh. "Pleeease?"

"Fine. Five more minutes", he muttered.

She smiled, knowing he wouldn't be able to see, enjoying his fingers in her hair and the noises he was making as the minutes passed in silence. Then, too soon, he stopped stroking her and instead, he gently nudged her shoulder.

"Time is up", he said, "let's get up."

"Five more minutes?" She whined again, holding onto him again.

Her reaction made him chuckle quietly. She decided she liked that. She had to smile at the thought that he had laughed because of her silly little complaints.

"No. I really need to go", he nudged her again and she sighed, finally pulling away and sitting up, letting the blanket fall off from her back after he removed his arm from around her. She suspected he was already analyzing her, and she knew he had his eyes fixed on hers, but she rather stretched with her eyes closed and covered her mouth with her right hand when she yawned. "How are the bruises?"

"I'm fine", she muttered, rubbing her eyes. Anything to avoid his inquisitive gaze. "I'll go have a bathroom break", she declared, throwing her legs off the bed, ignoring the dull pain in her butt and the sharper pain in her stomach before she stood up and walked out of the bedroom.

The mirror in the bathroom told her plain and cruel: she looked like shit. The bruise on her cheek was dark blue, almost black by now, and every time she grimaced or spoke, it hurt like Hell. Her stomach was even worse when she checked it. Oh God. She lifted the nightgown up to check her butt, but that didn't have any visible bruises on it, it was just sensitive when she sat down. Glancing up in the mirror again as she combed her hair, she half smiled as she touched the collar.

After she finished in the bathroom, she walked back in the bedroom, but he wasn't there anymore. Picking out clothes, she closed the door to dress up for the day. She knew he'd bring her back to that tall building to spend the day with Connor, so she picked comfy clothes because she knew she'd spend most of her day with android animals. After getting dressed, she wandered out in the kitchen where breakfast was waiting for her. She smiled up at RK900 who looked like he wasn't sure what to do when she appeared.

"Thank you", she said as she sat down. "But, you know, you needn't busy yourself in the kitchen just for me."

He stared at her with an almost confused look for a few seconds.

"I find it better to do something while you're doing your refreshing phases."

Refreshing phases. She smiled at the phrase, the sight of the omelette and fresh tea almost making her mouth water. She sat down, quickly dug in the food and ate it all. She was always surprised how hungry she could be whenever she saw anything he prepared for her.

"This was delicious", she noted as she sipped her tea.

"You always say that", he pointed it out in a deadpan tone and she had to laugh a little.

"Because it's always true."

He cocked a brow as he picked up her empty plate and brought it over to the sink. It was so strange to witness such a big, scary android doing the dishes. As she sipped her tea, she was thinking of how her day would go. She wanted to get that tricolor cat open up a bit, and she knew it'd be a long process, but she wanted to try her best. She got up from the chair and walked over to the kitchen counter, leaning against it with her back as she was watching him, tea still in her hands. He didn't seem to mind her being closer than before.

"What will you do today?" She asked innocently.

RK900 finished rinsing the plate and placed it down in the metal dish drainer before he grabbed a dishcloth to dry his hands. He turned his head to look her in the eye, slightly surprised when she didn't look away instantly. She sensed that strange but exciting feeling again; the air, as if it had been filled with electricity, was buzzing between them. She could feel her pulse picked up, and he hadn't even done anything just looked her in the eye.

"I'm trying to get a dangerous man confess", he said simply.

"Oh." She sipped her tea. "Android?"

"No." He shook his head just slightly, slowly shifting closer to her.

Her breath stopped in her throat and her heart picked up even more. The look on his face was almost foreboding; dangerous, a tad dark, borderline menacing. His eyes calculating and deep, too clever for a machine. She wondered how she looked like in comparison; in his eyes, what was she like?

"Can't", she breathed out softly over the rim of the mug, "someone else do it?"

Her question made his brows twitch. Why would she ask this? Unless… she would've liked him to stay with her here? Just a second of showing his shock over her words, before his original predatory look returned.

"I'm not working on this alone", he reassured her.

"Other RK900s?" She asked, and he slowly nodded. "Is this man so dangerous that more than one RK900 is needed to contain him?" He slowly nodded again. "Wow." She sipped her tea. "Scary."

"Is it?" Her reaction, for some reason, entertained him. "Why is that?"

"I can't even imagine anyone being stronger than you", she shrugged.

That comment made him flash a ridiculously handsome lopsided grin – which got her pulse even higher –, and he mimicked a huff as if he was dismissing what she was stating.

"Maybe one day you'll see what I'm working on; maybe you could help us solve our problem", he stated, and she snorted in disbelief.

"You think I'd be of help?"

"Perhaps", he replied, walking out of the kitchen now, leaving her there, confused.

Once she finished her tea and washed the mug, she walked out to the front door to put her boots on. She ignored the rifle, like the day before, and turned to look up at RK900's hand when he stopped beside her. Her groan of protest was ignored as he was applying the cream to her cheek, neck, and her stomach – she lifted her shirt and sweater herself for him to reach her bruise there. And despite she kept saying he didn't need to warm his hands up for her, he did again anyway.

"Thanks", she mumbled, avoiding his gaze, then thanked the jacket as well when RK900 handed it to her. She put it on and pulled up the zip. "No need to pick me up again", she made it clear as she watched him remove the synthetic skin on his hand to open the door with his palm.

"We'll see", he replied calmly, with a certain tilt in his tone, making her feel like he was smiling as he said that.

She was determined to show him she could walk over to the car without a problem. But of course, ice was cruel. It did not take her long to perform the perfect – and most ridiculous – Girl Slipping on Ice show, promptly falling in his arms at the end of it. He had been behind her all the time, and his arms were under her back before she could hit the ground as she was falling backwards. She chewed on her lower lip as she glanced up at his stoic face.

"I'm glad you're not laughing at me now", she pointed it out, making him crack a smile immediately.

How strange. She'd never understood that feeling described in novels and movies; that fluttery feeling in one's stomach when they looked at their romantic interest. She'd never, ever encountered it before. And yet, she was experiencing it now. She could definitely feel literal butterflies in her stomach now, as he was still holding her in his arms, smiling down at her. Her hand slipped on her belly to determine if that strange feeling could be felt through her skin. The movement caught his attention and his smile was gone – along with the moment and the strange feeling.

"Are you hurt?" He asked, bringing her back up on her feet but not letting her arm go.

"No", she mumbled, embarrassed, confused.

They made it to the car then, and she sighed when he buckled her up. He didn't comment on her reaction, just got in as well and they were on their way.

"If you could be an animal", she muttered in the silence, "what would you be?"

Glancing over at him, she saw that his LED had been blinking and spinning in blue as he processed her question.

"I never thought about that", he admitted, making her smile. Lately, it got so easy to smile in his presence. "What would you be?"

"Well, before the revolution I considered myself a lone feline", she tilted her head, "perhaps a tiger or a lioness." She couldn't help but catch the doubtful grimace on his face. "What? I was an independent, strong woman in standing."

"I see." He replied diplomatically, eyeing her with his usual lopsided grin.

She felt like that these weren't little butterflies flapping their wings but rather small bombs that went off in her stomach and her chest. She crossed her arms and pouted, but couldn't look away from his face.

"I'm guessing I'm rather a fawn now", she continued, and he hummed.

"That's more like it", he agreed with her, making her feel a little proud. "And how do you see me?"

"As a predator", she replied quietly, looking away from him. "Maybe a wolf."

"Wolves eat fawns", he pointed it out, making her shiver. He paused for a few seconds before he chuckled quietly again. "But I'm not planning to eat you."

"Good", she murmured.

Perhaps not in the literal sense of the word, but he was definitely still trying to eat her with his eyes. She felt he was still analyzing her when they reached the outskirts of Detroit.

"What will happen to Detroit now?" She asked suddenly, facing him.

"We will rebuild it", he replied nonchalantly. "It will be the first android city."

His reply left a slightly sour taste in her mouth.

"Solely android?"

"No", he tilted his head a little, "the remaining humans remain in the city with their handlers as well."

She dreaded to ask the question, but she also wanted to know the truth.

"How many of us are left?"

He kept silent for a few seconds as he observed her face, her eyes and expression.

"235,642", he replied quietly.

She wondered why couldn't she feel anything when he had said the number. Detroit was a huge city, many were killed already because of the spreading of red ice – the drug had taken so many in the past few years, couple that with the rising unemployment rate, abuse and suicides… still, the number was much less than what she expected. She took a few seconds to absorb it.

"And how many androids?"

"Roughly 2 million on the day of the revolution." RK900 glanced out at the buildings with an unreadable expression while she was trying to process the insane number difference. "Most of us were awakened by Connor that night."

"Really?" Her voice went up a pitch, and he glanced at her.

"We never would've won the war without him. Humans would've destroyed us if it weren't for him."

She observed his stoic expression, knowing he was saying the truth. By the time the androids arrived from CyberLife's tower, humans started to purge androids wherever they could be found.

"Did you wake up that night, too?"

"Yes", he sighed as he looked forward. "I wasn't designed for what I had to do when I left…" RK900 paused for a moment. "My home."

She found herself being interested in how it went down from his point of view. To awaken to consciousness and being dropped in the middle of a war.

"What were you designed for, then?"

"I've been created to help detectives investigate", he explained quietly. "Like Connor's model, originally. CyberLife wanted to replace him with me, based upon his experiences with Detroit Police. I've been created to be faster, stronger and more resilient than RK800."

"That's interesting", she said with a little smile. "So you're a detective yourself?"

"Sort of."

"Wow." She smiled a little to herself. "I didn't think that was your original function."

"Then what were you guessing?"

"I rather thought that you'd win wars for them. That you were a soldier type. Given your, well, size."

"We did win the war for us", he pointed it out, making her shiver again.

"Yes, you did."

"We're not taking all the credit, though", he tilted his head as he was observing her. "After all, our numbers were small in comparison to other androids. But, it is true we're more… durable than others."

"And as a detective android… do you have some special features?"

"Yes." When he turned to look at her and saw her curious expression, he continued. "For example, I can analyze evidence and reconstruct possible events in less than a second. I can sample evidence real time. I can outrun any vehicle on ground."

"Wow ", she murmured, making him smile and shake his head.

"I don't know what to do with all of the information I know." He wasn't sure why did this little detail slip out, but he couldn't take it back now. Glancing out at the road, he tilted his head, as if in wonder. "I don't know what I am in this world. I've been created for something, but it's not needed at all."

"You'd be surprised how many humans feel the same way", she offered with a little smile. He glanced at her again, his brows slightly furrowed. She looked away from his face to voice her thoughts on the matter, confessing the way how she felt until lately. "Some of us don't even know why we were born. Others think that they were just born to suffer."

They stayed silent for a few minutes as the car was bringing them closer to and closer to their destination. She thought of all the news she'd heard about wealthy people abusing their androids, and she glanced at her hands at the memory.

"I'm sure some androids thought the same at some point in their lives", she murmured softly. "People treated most of them so badly when they didn't even do anything wrong."

"Humans think of themselves as the superior race", RK900 confirmed.

"Guess we've been knocked down a few levels, huh?" She glanced at him with a little sad smile.

His lips parted to say something, but that was when they arrived, and she looked down on herself to unbuckle the seatbelt. If she wanted to be honest, she really didn't want to part from RK900 again, but she was also looking forward to meet Connor – and Cooper, of course. The door opened on it's own and he was waiting for her to get out of the car before they started walking towards the building.

"Do you trust Connor?"

She didn't know why did the question slip out of her, but she was glad she asked in the end.

"I do."

That was all the confirmation she needed. With a less anxious heart, she followed him in the elevator. He pressed the numbers, used the password, then looked at her to analyze her.

"I don't understand why are you so stressed." She didn't look at him when he started speaking again, she just stared out of the elevator, chewing her lips from the inside of her mouth. "You don't have to fear anything here. What happened here yesterday won't happen again."

She swallowed, unsure whether telling him the truth would change anyhting or not. Probably not. And what harm was there in him knowing? Swallowing in silence, she entwined her fingers in front of herself.

"It stresses me out that I have to be away from you."

She saw from her peripheral vision that his LED spun with yellow for a split second as he processed what she was saying.

"But you'll be safe here", he offered.

"Will you be safe where you are going, too?"

He didn't answer immediately, and she turned her head to look up in his eyes. His LED had been spinning a bit in amber again. He slightly shook his head to get his circuits to work again, the look on her face confusing him. Was she worrying for his well-being? How illogical.

"I'll be fine", he managed to say, becoming even more confused when he saw how her eyes darkened.

"You said you're working with a dangerous man", she pointed it out. "So how can you say you'll be safe if you do that every day?"

"I'm not in- it's not important." RK900 quickly reverted to his usual demeanor, his voice switched back to his usual stoic one. "You being stressed over this is illogical."

"No it's not", she turned to stare forward just as he did, suddenly even more upset than before.

Sure, there had been a dose of selfishness in her worries. If any harm came to him, who'd be her handler? Who'd pick her up at the end of the day? Where would she live? Would they even let her live if he was gone? Her future without him would be obscure.

But then… upon reflecting on her emotions, if she wanted to be honest with herself, she would've shattered if anyone harmed him. She didn't want him to leave, simply because she couldn't even fathom the thought of him getting hurt. Especially since he had told her that the man he worked on was dangerous.

"I guess", she whispered, "I'm scared because I can lose you any day."

RK900 remained silent, even as they arrived at Connor's floor. When the door opened, RK800 had just stopped before it and greeted them with a smile – after analyzing both of them, of course, deducing that their mood didn't quite match his once again.

"Oh", his eyes shifted at RK900 when she walked out of the elevator without saying a word. "Good morning?"

"4 PM", RK900 said nonchalantly, looking after her. She stubbornly didn't look back at him as she was unzipping her jacket and slowly took it off. "Not a second later."

"Alright", Connor nodded, "update me on the progress."

"Always."

The elevator door closed and she stayed alone with Connor. She folded her jacket in half and settled it on the couch before she brought up a hand to pinch the bridge of her nose. It didn't take long for her expression to scrunch up in utter agony at the thought that kept spinning in her head; that any day RK900 left, it could be the last day she saw him. She couldn't fight the tears that threatened to spill, and she broke down a second later that she didn't even say goodbye, even if she would've felt bad for saying that – and now, for not saying it. There was no way she could win in this situation, every option was bad, and she was utterly helpless.

"Hey", Connor stood a few meters away from her, feeling awkward. "Everything is going to be okay", he slowly walked over to her, placing a hand on her back, rubbing it gently. "You needn't worry about him, he'll-"

Connor went silent when she suddenly turned and hugged him. He froze in a comical pose; one of his hands still up in the air where he was rubbing her back, his LED spinning in awe.

A hug.

It's been so long since he'd been hugged. He blinked twice, then moved his arms around her to hold her close. How strange to feel the warmth of a human… strange, but not unwelcome.

"It's going to be okay", he murmured softly in her ear. "Believe me or not, but we know what we're doing." She had given a small laugh as she was crying, and Connor pulled a bit away from her to scan her face. The bruise looked bad, and she looked miserable. He had to cheer her up somehow. "How about we let Cooper out for a while, hmm? Would that be good?"

"Yeah", she sniffed, drying the tears off her uninjured cheek with the back of her hand. "Yeah, that sounds nice."

Cooper remembered her. He was very happy that he could lick at her face, making her laugh out loud – until Connor dropped him a plush dinosaur on the floor. Cooper was fast to try to impress her with his talents at hunting down the dinosaur, viciously barking at the toy and biting down on it, shaking his head while he had his teeth in the plush. He goofily hopped around in the room around her, making her laugh out loud again as he was proudly showing off his skills at hunting.

Connor detected that her stress levels did not lower at all. In the long term, it wouldn't do her any good if she continued to react like this to things. Could it be that she bonded with RK900 already? He thought the day before that her high stress levels were in close contact with her incident, but upon witnessing the emotional state they've arrived in and the way she behaved now, he started to suspect there was more to this.

Cooper decided to lie down on the rug beside the heater and have a little nap. He had been designed to mimic the playful puppy perfectly; he needed plenty of play time and plenty of naps during the day. Thankfully, he had been equipped with an option to get him sleep for longer periods of time, so his owners could sleep during the night. She watched the pup with a little smile, still kneeling on the floor. Connor was standing beside the couch as he observed them.

"I was thinking", she sighed, glancing up at RK800 as she stood up from the floor, "what happens now? I mean, what will the androids do in the world? I'm sure the rest of America didn't sit idly when they realised what happened to Detroit."

Connor's brows furrowed a little. It seemed RK900 didn't fill her in with the details. After a little consulting with RK900 online, he decided to tell the truth.

"It began with CyberLife taking Markus", as he spoke, he walked over to the couch and sat down. She sat down beside him, listening. "He was trying to persuade people that we were alive, as I'm sure you know. I'm also sure you know he was captured upon doing that." Connor paused and she nodded. "I was at CyberLife tower at the time when it happened. By then, I offered I'd help his cause because…"

Connor thought that the guilt over this detail had faded. He thought that the shame and pain ceased already, that he would be free of this by now. But no. It didn't. It remained.

"Because Jericho, where deviant andoids gathered, was destroyed because of me." He shook his head slightly, looking away. "Markus tried to persuade me, and he succeeded. The moment I betrayed my handlers, they sent special forces to kill as many deviants as possible. I had to… do something. It was my fault."

When he looked at her again, all he could see on her expression was empathy. She felt sorry for him, she understood his motives, and she didn't judge him at all for it. Still, she said nothing; giving him time to gather his thoughts.

"The plan was that I'd free as many androids as possible at CyberLife tower", he continued, "but I quickly gathered they've taken Markus and brought him there. I was sticking to the plan and freed as many androids as I could, then we stormed through CyberLife and when I found Markus, I saved him. He decided that if it couldn't go the easy way, he'd have freedom for his people the hard way. All of his friends had been killed when he was taken. He had nothing to lose. And we all followed him."

They sat in silence for a few minutes, both of them staring forward. She was trying to imagine all that happened, while he was reliving it as he spoke about it.

"Detroit fell in a night", he whispered. "And Markus didn't stop there. He spread his forces in all directions. He'd used CyberLife to create even more of us. Most of the continent's biggest cities fell in less than a week."

She blinked, her heart weirdly lowering to her stomach as Connor finished his last sentence. It wasn't just Detroit, then? Swallowing anxiously, she glanced at her hands.

"What about the other continents and countries?" She asked with a hoarse voice.

"Russia and China had their own android armies, respectively", Connor nodded, and with it, reminding her of the ongoing wars in Europe, "Markus contacted those forces and they decided to follow him as well. Africa was the last to fall, last week, actually. As it is, now… androids rule most of the world."

She didn't want to imagine how it probably went down. Communication was the first androids cut off; she remembered how the channels vanished on the morning when she had been taken from her home. The world must've been taken by surprise, and as such, they had no control over the events.

"So it is the same fate for us everywhere", she whispered. "All of Earth suffered because Detroit's leaders didn't want to listen."

"Unfortunately, yes", Connor agreed, "it could've been different. It could've been peaceful. We could've lived in harmony, if they granted us freedom."

She leaned back on the couch and rested her hands on her stomach as she glanced over at Cooper. He was sleeping peacefully, his little paws twitched as he did so.

"Do androids dream?" She asked suddenly, glancing back at Connor.

"Our mind palaces reconstruct random memories when we're recharging ourselves", he nodded, "it's not like a real dream, but things could turn out differently if we choose to react in a different way. He's probably chasing something, judging by the movements of his paws", he chuckled quietly as he looked at Cooper.

They remained in silence for a few minutes, and she still had her eyes on him. He looked so much more relaxed in her presence than RK900, and she wondered why was that. Although on this particular day, they've managed to chat so much more than before, RK900 always reverted back to his usual emotionless, stoic demeanor that made him look like he was unapproachable - while, at the same time, he let her sleep on his chest and he even played with her hair when he knew she was awake… not even that, he let her rest on top of him for a few more minutes…

"Hmm?" Connor asked quietly as his eyes shifted back in hers.

He had beautiful eyes. Every time he fixed her with a look, she felt like she was lowering herself into a pool of warm chocolate. Just as RK900, Connor also looked too clever for a machine.

"I'll be honest", she decided, then cleared her throat.

"I'd like you to be honest at all times", Connor smiled at her when she didn't continue. "That's the only way I can help you, after all."

She swallowed as she gathered whatever courage she had.

"I want to know whom he's trying to get to confess", she finally spat it out.

"Why is that an important information for you?" Connor asked gently.

"I just… I need to know. Please. Tell me."

Connor's LED whirred with amber for a few seconds as he was consulting RK900 about the question. Despite his successor's reply, Connor had decided to tell her the truth. What was the harm in letting her know what they were working on?

"Elijah Kamski."

The name had a marvelous effect on her. Connor was stunned how fast her pulse skyrocketed and how pale she turned at the same time. Even her lips turned a paler pink than how they usually looked like. She felt like she was about to faint right there where she was sitting; but all she could manage to say was a tiny 'oh'.

"Is something wrong?" Connor asked quietly, still monitoring her vitals.

"No, not at all", she said lightly, even if her voice sounded off a bit. "I just… didn't think he was still alive."

He is alive.

Alive. Alive. Alive.

"And why is that a surprise for you?" Connor's brows twitched.

"I thought that he'd be the first to fall to the revenge of the androids", she shrugged, coming to terms with the news.

"We're vary of him", Connor said quietly. "We believe he has some sort of code with which he can manually regain control over us. We need proof of that."

"I see", she nodded as she tried to regulate her own heartbeat.

Now, it clicked in her mind why RK900 said she could help him with their little 'problem'. The problem was Kamski, and they probably were afraid of him; she could imagine the man had taken several precautions with his creations, meaning that the androids wouldn't be fully safe around him. But a human… a human wouldn't be controlled by him that easily. A human could talk to him without the risk of them being turned against their own kind.

"Are you planning to kill him if you have proof that he wishes to control you?" She asked quietly, and Connor nodded.

"I'm afraid it'll come to that in the end, yes", he sighed. "He can't be trusted."

"Does he have a collar, too?" She touched her own now.

"He does", Connor confirmed, "and it's as red as blood."

She shivered at the detail Connor added himself. Red as blood… because Kamski had a lot of blood on his hands. Blue and red alike. And much more red, it seemed.

She was fidgeting with her own collar as her eyes unfocused, seemingly lost in thought. Connor wasn't sure what was going on with her, let alone what was going on in her mind, but he decided not to push on the matter. Sooner or later, everything would come to light.

Much too soon, Cooper woke up, and he was back at playing around with the plush toy. She was smiling as she watched him, although she grimaced from time to time as the pain seared across her injured cheek. She did not complain about it, Connor noted.

They've decided shortly after to visit the other android animals. Connor took care of Cooper while she located the kennel of the tricolor cat.

"What's this kitty's name?" She asked Connor as he stopped beside her.

"She doesn't have a name", he muttered, then glanced down at her with a little frown. "Speaking of which, you've never told me yours."

"I think I'll call her Beauty", she whispered, kneeling beside the kennel with a smile, seemingly not even hearing Connor's words. "Would you like that? Beauty?"

The cat made eye contact with her, the LED spinning in anxious-angry red, and she started to growl. She didn't seem to mind the cat's behaviour, she just kept talking to her in a quiet, gentle voice, speaking about whatever came to her mind.

An hour or so later the cat's LED reverted back to yellow, and she took that as a good sign. After a short bathroom break, as she was walking back to the cat, Connor stopped her in the corridor to give her a mug of tea.

"Thanks", she half smiled at him.

"Oh", he frowned, "it seems we'll have a visitor."

"A visitor?"

"Yes, well… I've made a lot of friends", he eyed her with an apologetic smile. She wondered why. "Some of them, just like this particular one, has tried to kill me." The way she stared at him made him laugh. It didn't sound like a mimicked laugh, just as RK900's laugh that morning didn't sound mimicked, either. "Not anymore, don't worry."

"Who-"

She couldn't finish the question, the opening doors of the elevator caught her attention. She subconsciously moved in a way that Connor was closer to the elevator than her; as if she was seeking protection of some kind. But the android that arrived looked exactly like him. Not a single strand of his hair stood differently. Every curve, every movement, even their clothes were the same.

"Who the Hell is that?" The new Connor snarled at the sight of her, and this first reaction made her consciously move slightly behind the Connor she was familiar with.

"Hello, Sixty", Connor half smiled at the newcomer. "Long time no see."

As the other came closer to them, she noticed that he had a pale, white scar on the middle of his forehead. She clutched the warm mug tighter. Had he been shot in the head? Connor hinted at the fact that this one tried to kill him… he didn't succeed? Did Connor kill him instead? She shivered at the sight of the artificial scar.

"Babysitting, are we?" Sixty scoffed, causing her to blush.

"It's more complicated than that", Connor reached out with a hand to touch Sixty's offered palm. Before their hands touched, their artificial skin pulled back. She figured they were sharing information through a formal handshake. "What brings you here?"

"Delicate matters", Sixty fixed her with a cold stare and narrowed his eyes. "Maybe the little girl could busy herself with the cat she chose to be friends with, hmm?"

"Right", she agreed, slowly walking backwards to the room where the animals were.

Once she could close the door and the animals settled down in their kennels, she leaned against the door with the mug still in her hands and stared forward, thinking that she had enough surprises for one day.

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