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moments

Pair: RK800 x Reader

A/N: I haven’t written in months and I’m just trying to defeat my major writer’s block >.< Enjoy!

“How could you fall in love with that, thing?” your co-worker had said to you earlier that day, her words ringing in your head along with the other shouts and crude statements from different strangers on the street.  

You knew better than to worry about what others thought about you but it was innocent moments like these, you resting peacefully on his lap with him playing with your hair as the two of you caught up on your favorite TV show, where you couldn’t help but focus on their opinions.  

“What are you thinking about?” he asked, breaking the silence.  

You were so lost in your thoughts that you failed to notice that your significant other had stopped paying attention to the lit up screen and was now looking at you.  

“Nothing,” you replied softly.  

You cherished these moments that you shared with him, his hand gently drawing patterns into your shoulders, the closeness calming your nerves.  It was moments like these where you felt all of your worries and problems got washed away making you feel so at peace.  How could people label your relationship as wrong when everything felt so right?

A few more seconds past before you spoke again, “what would they say if they saw us like this? Watching TV together and laying together like this and so close?”

You felt his fingers gently cup your chin prompting you to look up at him.  You watched as the corners of his mouth lift up into a smile, all of which made your heart flutter.  

“They would say that we’re in love.”

I haven’t written anything in ages so please bear with me

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Deviating Love Affair - Part 1

Prologue

Soulmate AU with DBH Connor

Pair: Connor x Female! Reader

Prompt: In this universe, you are supposed to receive a tattoo of your soulmate’s name on your 18th birthday.  However, you being the lucky winner, never received one on that special day.  After years go by, you began to accept the fact that maybe you were never destined to have a soulmate until one day, on August 5th, 2038, you see a certain individual’s name gets written on your wrist.  Not only is it odd that your soulmate tattoo wasn’t given to you on your 18th birthday but that in reality, your soulmate isn’t even human.

Word count: 1320 words

A/N: I just wanted to drop by and say thank you for all of your kind words on the prologue. I was so overwhelmed (in a good way) and I’m so glad to see that you all are excited about this series. Just an FYI, I’m not planning on making this series very long (since I like shorter more thought out series) but we’ll play it by ear. I hope you guys enjoy the first part of“Deviating Love Affair”! If you guys would like to be added/removed from the tag list, please send me an ask (it is much easier to track)!

Months went by and you still had not met your destined significant other.  Within the first couple of weeks, after you had finally received your tattoo, you were both excited and eager to find this man named Connor.  However, as you kept reaching dead ends and going on crappy dates, you slowly began to give up.  This was nothing new to you; you had spent years having no soulmate tattoo, no indicator that the universe had a person who was destined to belong with you.  Waiting a little longer wouldn’t do you any harm.  

You looked outside of your kitchen window and watched the rain as you waited for the water to finish boiling so you could brew your tea.  You had decided to take advantage of your night off by catching up on your favorite book.  Once the kettle began to whistle, you grabbed the nearest hand towel and carefully poured the hot water into your cup.  You placed the kettle back on the stove and made your way to the couch before getting yourself comfortable and opening up your book.  

What only felt like minutes (in reality it had been nearly an hour), you received a call from the one and only Jeffrey Fowler.  You groaned internally before you answered the phone, “Hello?”

“I am putting you in charge of the deviancy cases with Hank.  Your first one is at 6413 Pines Street, Detroit.  Get there right now and wait for him before you start the investigation, that is if he even shows up.”

“But today is my day off,” you muttered under your breath.

“You said you wanted more work out on the field so that’s what I’m giving you, now get moving and don’t complain.”

Without another word, Fowler had hung up the phone.  You sighed in frustration before you got up from your comfortable position to get ready to leave. You picked up your phone with the intention of calling Hank; however, you quickly stopped yourself knowing damn well that he was out drinking and wanted nothing to do with androids or this investigation.

Once you reached the address Fowler had given you, you decided to wait on the patio and out of the rain.  Collins emerged from inside and made his way to you.  “Is Anderson coming?”

“Not sure,” you started, “but I highly doubt that he will.”

After about an hour and a half of waiting, you finally noticed Hank’s beat up Oldsmobile making its way through the crowd of people on the street, all desperate to see why the DPD was here at this time of day.  You watched as Hank got out of the driver’s seat and made his way towards you.  “You’re late,” you said.  

“Well at least I’m here aren’t I?” Hank replied.  

“To be completely honest, I really didn’t think you would show up.”

“Yeah well that was the plan until this asshole showed up,” Hank replied while gesturing to an Android that you failed to notice.  

You looked at the android up and down before looking back at Hank and saying, “You...and an android….together? Man, you are full of surprises today,” you said with a smile.

“Oh shut it,” he said, walking past you.  

“Let the poor guy in,” you said to the android cop refraining Hank’s Android from entering the vicinity. You watched as the Android made his way to you before stopping front of you. You examined his jacket and noticed his model number, RK800, a model you did not recognize.  “I’m (Y/N) by the way,” you said.  

To your discretion, Connor had already analyzed everything he needed to know about you, your name, how you were the youngest on the force, how you had no criminal records, basic information like that.  However, he found himself intrigued with your presence, how you leaned on your left foot with your arms crossed in front of you, how your hair blew in the wind, and how your eyes lit up when you smiled.  

SOFTWARE INSTABILITY ^

“My name is Connor, I’m the android sent by Cyberlife.”

You froze.  The name Connor rung in your head making you immediately glance at your wrist, the same name written with dark blue ink in simplistic writing.  Could he be the one you were looking for?  He couldn’t be, right? He wasn’t a human, he was an android. You had not waited this long for an Android.

“Officer?” Connor’s voice snapped you back to reality, “Are you alright? You haven’t said a word in over 46 seconds.”

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine.”

“Shall we begin the investigation?” he asked while gesturing to the door.  

“Yes.  Yes of course,” you said quickly before stepping inside.   

You silently watched Connor throughout the entirety of the investigation, admiring his ability to gather evidence and quickly piece together the events of the crime, in the proper order.  Additionally, you found yourself studying his movements, how his eyebrows would furrow slightly when he was analyzing evidence or when piecing information together, or how he would give his full undivided attention to you or Hank whenever either one of you spoke.  

Little did you know that Connor was examining you in the same light.  He noticed the little things you did like how you would tap your fingers against your thighs or how you would suck in your lips whenever you were in deep thought.  He also found your subtle eye rolls, whenever you were annoyed with someone’s commentary, to be very entertaining.  

SOFTWARE INSTABILITY ^

Connor also noticed how you kept glancing at your wrist.  He watched as you ran your thumb lightly over your skin with an intense look etched on your face.  Connor, full of curiosity, wanted to ask you about the significance of your arm; however, before he could do so, Hank had called him over to discuss the clues.  Connor was slightly relieved to be interrupted since he knew he could not have any distractions if it meant locating the deviant and completing his mission overall. However, a part of him wanted to know more about you as if something was gravitating him towards you.  Connor shook this “feeling” away and concentrated on his task at hand, and in the end, successfully located the deviant.

You smiled as you watched the police androids take the deviant away. You glanced back at Connor who was talking with Hank. You noticed that Connor wasn’t like most androids, aside from all of his tech and abilities, he seemed different overall. You quickly waved at Hank and Connor letting the two of them know that you were leaving before making your way to your car.

Before you could open the door, you heard the sound of running footsteps followed by the words, “Officer!”

You turned around and noticed that it was Connor who was calling for you. “Yes Connor?” you asked with a warm smile.

Now it was Connor’s turn to be a loss for words. For the first time in his short life, he did not know his reasons for his actions. He truthfully did not know why he had run to you or why he had stopped you in your tracks. All he knew was that your smile blew him away, something which had never happened to him in his life. After a couple of seconds, Connor was finally able to formulate words and said, “Well, it has been a pleasure working with you tonight. I hope to see you again soon?” He asked.

“Something tells me we’ll be seeing each other a lot in the future,” you replied with a small smile, “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m really tired and would very much like to go home.”

“Yes of course,” he said before taking a step back allowing you to open your car door.

“Goodnight Connor,” you said with a smile before stepping into your car and driving away.

“Goodnight (Y/N).”

Next Part!

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The Way You Said “I Love You” - A whisper in the ear

Pair: Deviant!Connor x Reader

Word Count: 672 words

Warnings: slightly NSFW...nothing graphic but just in case

A/N: Took a break from writing “Deviating Love Affair” and ended up writing this piece of trash.  I love Connor very much….that’s all I’ll say.  Enjoy!

You weren’t usually one to show feelings towards another, let alone an Android, yet here you were, stumbling into your bedroom, lips locked with his, making you gasp for breath.  You felt his body lightly push against yours as he guided you to your bed before pinning you down against the mattress.  

You were surprised by how much two weeks would make you crave him.  

You sighed as his lips trailed from the edges of your swollen lips to the nape of your neck.  His movements making you arch your back up against his chest.  Your moans were the only coherent sound echoing throughout the room.  You entangled your fingers into his hair before asking, “How was your trip?”

“You know, the usual,” he said between kisses, “successfully finding the suspect and completing my mission all while getting shot at and saving the day.”

You smiled before lightly placing your hand on his cheek prompting him to look up at you, “My hero,” you whispered while looking into his eyes.

“So what did you do while I was gone?” he asked as he resumed placing light kisses on your neck.

“You know, the usual,” you repeated.

“And that would be?” he asked.  

You felt his fingers gently slide underneath your shirt signaling you to remove the piece of clothing.  “Stopped a robbery,” you started.

You began to unbutton his once white shirt before he slipped the piece of clothing off in one fluid motion, revealing his chest.

“All while getting shot at, then saving the day,” you finished.  

You felt him smile against your skin before he muttered, “That’s my girl.”

You felt his fingers lightly trace the scars which decorated your torso, the ones he helped you cleaned up due to your clumsiness and desperate need to put yourself in dangerous situations, especially if it meant helping others.  You entangled your fingers in his hair once more gazing into his eyes before his arms wrapped around your torso, the two of you resting in a comfortable silence.  

“How’s Hank,” you asked, breaking the silence.  

Connor’s eyebrows furrowed together before replying, “I’m not entirely sure that I’m comfortable with talking about my colleague while we are in bed,” he paused, “half-naked.”

You laughed slightly before saying, “I see your point.”

The both of you continued to talk about what life had been like without the other for the past two weeks while exchanging sloppy kisses.  

“I hope you know that you’re stunning,” you heard him as he lightly outlined your figure with the pads of his fingers, all of which made you blush.

You shivered under his touch as he continued to place light kisses down your chest and your stomach.  Your mouth gaped open as the night continued, the room being filled with steamy breaths and loud moans.  

You never thought you would feel this way, especially with another individual.  The warmth in your chest every time he whispered sweet little nothings in your ear or the heat which imprinted itself on your cheeks every time he complimented you were all things you were unfamiliar with.  

Connor watched as the sun began to show itself through the window.  The two of your bodies tangled with each other and the bed sheets splayed messily across the both of you.  Connor peered over and noticed that you were still asleep.  He smiled before slowly moving your body closer to him and wrapping his arms around your torso gently, careful not to disturb your slumber.  He silently looked down at your sleeping body silently analyzing every one of your features, the way your hair laid messily across your face and pillow, how your mouth was slightly gaped open, the way your chest rose up and down in a soothing rhythm.

The three words he had been wanting to say to you were eating away at him, he was afraid, even though he had no reason to.  He looked at you once more, just to be sure that you were still asleep before he leaned up to your ear and gently whispered, “I love you.”

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Remorse

Anon asked: I have a mini writing challenge for you! Can you write a fic with little to no dialogue????

Pair: DBH Connor x Reader

Warnings: Mention of death (nothing graphic but just in case) 

Word Count: 643 counts

A/N: so I decided to write one of the prompts on my writing challenge...just for the heck of it. I tried writing as little dialogue as possible...not sure if it worked. I have no idea what I wrote but enjoy (: A huge thank you to @spectacular-spiderboy for reading over this!

Connor stared at your front door, hesitant on alerting you of his presence.  He knew what he had to do, but could he go through with it?  

“Take care of them, or we will.” he heard Amanda’s voice echo in his mind.  

The cold gun which sat in its holster was pressed against his back making him more anxious than he was.  

It shouldn’t be him, it shouldn't have to be him, yet it was.  He straightened up and quickly knocked the door three times.  After a few seconds of waiting, he heard the clicking of the lock and watched as the door opened in front of him.  

He gazed at your appearance, taking everything in for the last time.  He studied your face, your crooked smile, the bags under your eyes from your lack of sleep, and the light freckles which decorated your cheeks. He memorized your imperfections that you hated but he loved.

“Hi Connor,” you said, snapping him out of his thoughts.

Your voice was calming to him, like a lullaby that he wished he could play forever.

How could he go through with this? How could he follow his code? How could he exterminate the only thing that kept him sane?  

“Hi,” he said with a shaky voice, “may I come in?”

“Of course,” you said before opening the door wider for him.

Connor paused for a second contemplating his next move. If he walked in, there was no walking out. 

The point of no return. 

He knew that if he walked in, everything would be different. Could he take that chance?

Connor looked at you once more. You had a small smile on your face; so warm, so welcoming, so clueless. You were innocent in all of this. You should be the one in charge of how your life would play out, not him.  You didn’t deserve what was to come.

Connor slowly lifted his right foot and crossed the invisible barrier that separated him from you.  His left foot quickly followed and before he knew it, the door closed behind him. He flinched slightly at the sound of the metal lock.

He was trapped.

“Is everything okay?” you asked him.  

He wanted so bad to tell you the truth, that everything was not okay and that the sole purpose of his visit was not to seek comfort but to end it.  

“Yeah, I just wanted to talk,” he lied, the feeling of the gun pressing against his back taunted him with its presence.  

You nodded before replying, “Let me just turn off the stove.”

He wished he could say that all the two of you did was talk that night. He wished he could say that he warned you about the true reason for his visit and told you to run away. He wished he could say that he didn’t go through with the mission that he knew would cause him so much anguish. He wished he could say that he left your apartment the same way as he did when he arrived. 

However, that just wasn’t the truth.

The truth was that the last sound you would ever hear would be the sound of a gun echoing throughout the room. The truth was that the last memory he would have of you would be the sight of your body lying on the cold hard floor, not your smile or your laugh, but a lifeless body.

Connor’s hand was shaking, not from the power of the gun, but from the realization of what he had done.

“Well done Connor, return to the Cyberlife and await further instructions,” Amanda said with a smile.

How could she congratulate him on what he had done? How could she smile after witnessing death? How could she be so cruel?

Connor felt a tear slowly fall from his eye, his LED flickering between yellow and red.  He knew what he did was wrong, but he was only following his orders.  He was a machine, and it was your fault that you made him think otherwise.  

But how could he blame his actions on you? You were so kind to him, the only one who didn’t look disgusted at his appearance, the only one who actually treated him like an equal, the only one who cared about his thoughts.  

Connor shook his head trying to remove these thoughts from his head.  He was a machine, nothing more.  

Connor wiped away the tear on his face with the back of his hand, placed his gun back in its holster, straightened his tie and left.  

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