Hello, can I have prompt 16 and 2 (if it's okay with mixing 2 prompts tgt) with deviated connor and a district attorney reader in a post-pacifist ending 🫶 👉👈
Hello! Mixing prompts is always fine. It can produce some interesting results! I hope you enjoy this one.
16. A reassures B that they've only got eyes for them after B catches A dancing on someone at a party.
2. "I can't help but get a little angry when I see them look at you like that."
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It always made you feel proud to attend events with Connor. This was for a multitude of reasons, ranging from the meaningful to the shallow. The shallowest, of course, being that he was extremely handsome, particularly in a sharply tailored suit. Heads turned to watch the two of you enter the room, and you couldn’t help feeling immense gratitude that you were the one on his arm.
The two of you had met when he’d been one of the most crucial witnesses on one of your prosecution cases. His expertise and attention to detail had helped you put away a dangerous man, a man who you were convinced would have been on his way to becoming a serial killer had the two of you not stopped him. You’d worked well together and had found yourselves instantly clicking as friends too. You’d kept in touch afterwards, even if your communication was sometimes nothing more than swapped pet photos.
As a high-profile detective, Connor was often invited to a lot of the events held by the district attorney’s office, along with many of his colleagues. He’d even introduced you to the legendary Hank Anderson once, a man whose career you’d followed since childhood. You hated work parties. They always involved too much schmoozing and not enough actual fun. The first time you’d actually enjoyed yourself at one of them was at the last one, when you’d plucked up the courage to ask Connor if he wanted to attend together. The two of you had hung out near the snack table and had given each other a running commentary of people-watching in between the required networking.
That party had been memorable for another reason too. Connor had asked you to dance, deliberately choosing a slow song. He’d held you close as he led you around the floor, and afterward, he’d kissed you on your doorstep after driving you home. The two of you fell into a romance as easily as breathing.
Less than a month later, you were asking him to attend another event with you, relief flooding your veins when he agreed. And now here you were, dolled up and ready to flatter politicians and lawyers with your bright, fake smile.
You would have much preferred to be at home in sweatpants than dressed to the nines at a glitzy fundraiser, but it was part of the job. Especially when your boss was such good friends with the governor and had eagerly promised the attendance of the entire office.
“This is going to suck,” you grumbled, handing your coat over to the cloakroom attendant.
Connor smiled at you good-naturedly, resting a hand at the small of your back as you walked towards the sound of chatter and a tasteful string quartet.
“Just be your usual eloquent self,” he advised you.
“And laugh at their jokes?”
“Always.”
“Ugh.”
Connor chuckled softly, the sound of it making you smile against your will. However bad the evening turned out to be, at least he was by your side.
Two hours later, you were mentally scolding yourself for your naivety. The two of you had continually been separated and had to find your way back to one another, constantly drawn into conversations with other people. Connor was one of the better-known detectives thanks to his role in the android revolution, so there were often people vying for his attention. You were also well known in certain circles, and you often found your rivals from various law firms eager to trade barbed banter. You didn’t usually mind that too much – you had respect for defence lawyers, as they had for you – but when it prevented you from spending time with Connor, you found it tedious.
You tried not to let that show in your face as you chatted to Andrea, a woman you’d last seen at the defence table in a courtroom. She was someone you didn’t mind going up against, since she was smart and always made you work hard for your victories. If you had more free time, she might even be someone you’d like to be friends with. Currently, you were feeling a sense of empathy with her, as she’d lost her husband somewhere in the crowd.
“He’s probably talking sports with someone,” she concluded, rising up on her toes as she scanned the immediate area. “Can’t get him to shut up about the last two Gears games.”
You laughed politely.
“Where’s your man?” she asked, returning her attention to you. “I saw you walk in with Detective Tall, Dark and Handsome.”
“I did, then we got separated while mingling.” You shrugged, downplaying your annoyance at how the evening was going. “I’m sure he’ll turn up.”
“Oh, I think I see him,” Andrea said. “He’s dancing with someone. Is that…is that Barbara Warren? What’s she doing here?”
You frowned, turning to see but she was taller than you. Barbara Warren was the president’s younger sister. She was trying to break into politics but wasn’t having as much success as her sister. You knew she’d been in Michigan, visiting with various politicians, but you hadn’t known she’d be at this party. From what you’d heard, she was someone that President Warren would prefer to distance herself from.
“Shit,” you muttered. “He probably didn’t feel like he could refuse.”
“I don’t know,” Andrea said, sounding dubious, “he seems…”
You glanced at her, not liking the expression on her face. “Seems what?”
She sent you a look of sympathy. “I don’t know, but if I were you, I’d be ready to get mad.”
Alarm coiled through you, and you turned away from her, working your way through the crowd towards the dance floor. Connor always had admirers wherever he went. Usually, he received their attention with politeness, sometimes an endearing sense of bewilderment. You didn’t see why this time should be any different, but Andrea’s words had triggered a flutter of worry in the pit of your stomach.
You’re being irrational, you told yourself.
You weaved between two conversing groups and reached the edge of the dance floor. It was crowded but it didn’t take you long to spot Connor. Sure enough, he was dancing with Barbara Warren. You recognised her from various social media videos. She wore a fluttery white dress, her blonde hair in an elegant updo, and her make-up was flawless. She was laughing at something Connor had said, and he was beaming at her.
Something twisted in your abdomen. You’d seen Connor dancing with other people plenty of times. It was expected at events like this one. But you’d never seen him look like he was actually enjoying himself.
Her gaze was predatory as she looked at him, and you were glad when their rotating movements put it out of sight.
You liked to think you knew Connor well. He would never do anything to intentionally hurt you. If he found a deeper connection with someone else, he would do the honourable thing and break things off with you first. But you knew as well as anyone how easy it was to get swept up in a moment. Was that what you were witnessing? Or were you merely overreacting, fearing the worst from an evening that was already disappointing you?
Connor’s gaze found yours over Barbara’s shoulder, his smile dropping as he caught the look on your face. You startled, although you weren’t sure why. You’d had enough time to move. He said something to Barbara, taking a step back from her. She turned to stare at you, and you schooled your expression into something more neutral. She dismissed you quickly, turning back to Connor and speaking. From her expression and body language, she was offering some sort of proposition. You almost couldn’t believe that she had the audacity to do that after confirming that Connor wasn’t single, but she came from a place of privilege. Clearly, she expected to find it everywhere.
You’d never wanted to punch someone so much in your life. You weren’t usually a violent person. It was interesting to learn that there were exceptions to that.
Connor said something to Barbara that she clearly disapproved of, then started walking towards you. He spoke your name when he got close enough, but you found your mask of neutrality had stuck. You didn’t think there was any kind of expression on your face as you looked at him. He reached for your hand, and you let him take it. His eyes were concerned as he studied your face, and you belatedly realised that you were waiting for an explanation.
“Are you alright?” he asked you instead.
“I’m fine,” you said.
It was obvious that he didn’t believe you, so you tacked on a brief explanation of your own.
"I can't help but get a little angry when I see them look at you like that. All your…admirers. The way they stare at you like you’re a piece of meat. Which is ironic, now that I think about it.”
“It doesn’t matter how they look at me,” Connor said intently, “what matters is that I have no interest in looking back.”
“You seemed pretty friendly out there,” you couldn’t help pointing out, hating how insecure you sounded.
“She was telling me how she plans to donate funds to Markus. I was trying to…be nice,” he said, wilting a little before your eyes as he began to comprehend that he may have pitched it wrong. “I didn’t want her to change her mind just because I couldn’t be what she wants me to be.”
The clarification soothed your nerves a little, although you were disturbed by how quickly you’d feared it was something more. Somehow, you hadn’t realised just how much you feared losing him.
He cupped your face in his hands, his eyes dark and intense as he stepped close enough to speak quietly.
“I only want you,” he told you firmly. “I’ve been trying to get back to you all evening, but it’s been impossible.”
You let out a shaky breath, more tension seeping out of your anxious body.
“Do you think we can slip away?” he asked. “I want to take you home and show you how important you are to me, and all the ways I want you, and all the ways I always will.”
Your throat felt tight, so you merely nodded. A rush of emotion was pressing on your chest, making you feel foolish for overreacting. Something you’d need to work on for sure, but you were happy to start that process with Connor’s thorough reassurance.
“Yeah,” you managed to say, “take me home.”
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