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).”
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