Love the orange/spooky theme of your guys’ blog 💕 I was wondering if I could request a one shot: connor rk800 x reader, with the prompts: ‘do you want me to hold your hand?’, and, ‘you don’t have to be alone.’ I forgot the numbers from the list but yeah 💖 please and thank you! ☺️
Snowfall | Connor RK800
𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: connor rk800 x gn! reader
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): none
𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: you decide to go with connor to meet hank after the android revolution, and comfort the deviant as he goes through some confusing emotions.
𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓(𝐒): the request above, thank you for requesting!
𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1.1k
The air was of a bitter frigid sort, and should you have had actual working lungs and warm breath to breathe, your inhales would become plumes of vapour, curling into the atmosphere before your lips.
Of course, being an android, this wasn’t the case, although the snow beneath your boots crunched as you walked and you wore a scarf if only to make yourself feel a little more normal.
The air was bitter, yes, but the atmosphere was warm. Light flooded through the soft grey clouds and illuminated the sidewalk, causing the crystalline encrusted pavement to sparkle in response to the sun.
The world felt more open. More free.
The revolution, after many fearful days and tireless nights, had been an awful incredible success. The president and the public had ruled in android’s favour. They were now in the process of implementing themselves in society- finally at liberty to get jobs that paid, form relationships that mattered, love ruthlessly and unforgivingly.
It was a whole new Detroit.
You yourself had been incredibly glad for the change- as you had stood at Markus’ side as a vital part of the revolution.
Although now that it was over, you couldn’t deny how very lonely you expected yourself to feel. The deviants had become the closest thing you had to a family- but now that the fight for freedom was over, everyone was going their separate ways. Markus, North, Simon, Josh- it seemed as if the people of Jericho all had places to go. All but you.
You tried not to let it bother you- and instead busied yourself with helping your fellow deviants find their homes.
It almost surprised you that the RK800 was one of those lucky androids that had a place and person like that- like home. It wasn’t that Connor was unlikeable- his determination and innocent demeanour was even endearing to say the least- but his original primary function was to hunt out the exact thing he’d become, and you wouldn’t think that mission would allow much time for relationships.
Yet still, you walk through the snow, side by side with the curious deviant, who was tossing a small silver coin between his fingers, with skill and precision only an android could possess.
You assumed it was a mindless habit that began as a calibration tactic- though with one glance at his furrowed brows and deep, worried and confused frown- it seemed to have become a nervous tick.
Connor was experiencing emotion- something of which he wasn’t quite used to yet, being newly deviant. The complexity of feelings still confused him to great lengths.
You stopped in your tracks, causing Connor to do the same, “Are you alright?”
Connor seemed surprised, not realizing you could read him with such ease and recognize his internal struggle.
“Yes.” He stated defensively.
You nodded, not believing him- but not wanting to push him all the same.
Continuing to walk through the snow, Connor put the coin in his pocket and stared at the snowy ground. He knew you could see right through him.
“I haven’t seen Hank since the
Cyberlife Tower mission, when he encouraged my deviancy and involvement in Markus’ revolution.” Connor spoke, tugging on the edge of his jacket sleeve. “I don’t know what to expect when we get to the Chicken Feed truck.”
You nod in understanding, “You’re feeling nervous.” You observe.
Connor blinks, looking to the side as he debates your statement, “Is that a bad emotion to be feeling under this circumstance?”
“No,” You assure, “It’s perfectly fine. It means you care about your relationship with Hank.” You look up at the snowflakes swirling through the air, billowing off of rooftops.
Connor watched you, hands in your coat pockets while you watched the snowflakes dance along the wind.
“I’m not sure I like the feeling, though.” Connor admitted, turning his gaze to watch the snow crunch beneath his feet.
You were quiet for a moment, basking in the kind atmosphere while you considered your options of how to help the nervous android.
“Do you want me to hold your hand?” You ask, glancing towards him, “It helps.”
Connor thought for a moment, unsure as to how holding your hand would help, though he found himself nodding all the same.
You were right. He felt better as soon as your hand reached for his, linking your fingers together slowly so as not to rush him.
“I’m sure Hank will be happy to see you, Connor.” You murmur, standing closer to him as you walked, hands connected between you.
“You’ve never met Hank, how do you know he’ll be happy to see me?” He asked, squeezing your hand just a bit tighter.
You avoided his gaze quite well, deciding to instead focus back on the snow as you mumble, “If I had someone like you to meet with, I’d sure be happy to see you.”
“You don’t?” Connor asked, ever the curious and questioning sort of deviant.
“Don’t what?”
“Have someone like me to meet with.”
You bit your lip, shaking your head to confirm his suspicion, to which he simply went quiet.
Soon you could spot the food truck Connor had earlier described to you, shut down and covered in snowfall. You also saw a man standing just six feet away from said truck, his back facing you.
As you both approached who you could only guess was Hank, you pulled your hand away from Connor’s grasp as Hank turned towards you- intent on standing back while they reunited.
Connor didn’t pay this any mind, and returned Hank’s grin as they embraced- tightly and familiarly. As if they were father and son, greeting each other after months apart.
You smiled slightly as they mumbled back and forth, their words indiscernible but their tone lighthearted and teasing.
Stepping away, you began to walk back the way you came- expecting that to be the last you saw of Connor for a while. You would return to the few remaining members of Jericho and help them find their loved ones, until only you were left.
Part of you wished you’d had someone to meet too. Like how Connor had Hank, or how Markus had North and Carl.
You, on the other hand, were alone, and it bothered you more than you expected it to.
Although as you began to walk away, Connor called out your name, causing you to face him and Hank yet again.
“Come meet Hank.” He insisted, waving you over.
Hank smiled warmly at you, a smile that was inviting and knowing.
You returned to the pair carefully, not wanting to make a bad impression. Connor seemed to recognize your nervous shuffling- and decided upon using the technique you taught him.
He reached out and grabbed your hand, bringing you to his side, “It’s okay, Y/N, you don’t have to be alone anymore.”
ahhh im sorry this request took literally ages, I’ve been working on updating some wattpad things. Thank you so much for requesting though, I hope you like it- and thank you so much for the compliments on our theme, we’re pretty proud of it (‘: -♠️
Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six/ Part Seven/ Part Eight / Part Nine / Part Ten / Part Eleven / Part Twelve / Part Thirteen / Part Fourteen / Part Fifteen / Part Sixteen / Part Seventeen / Part Eighteen / Part Nineteen / Part Twenty / Part Twenty-One / Part Twenty-Two
Words: 909
Pairing: Connor x Daughter!Reader
Other Characters: Dad!Hank Anderson
Summary: As the long night comes to an end, Reader leaves Hank’s house and heads to downtown Detroit to reunite with Connor.
Author: Hey anyone remember this fic that I haven’t updated since August of last year? Anyway I decided I should probably finish this soon, so there will be at least one more chapter, and we can finally put Don't Get Attached to rest. <3 I really love this story and I want it to have the perfect ending.
There wasn’t much traffic as you drove your car from your Dad’s house towards downtown Detroit where you knew Connor would still be. All the humans in the city had either fled when given the chance or were still locked down in their homes. The first roadblock you came to was in the heart of downtown. There was a line of PC 200 models standing in the middle of the road. These were a special model, designed for the police. You’d seen them around the station before when visiting Hank. As you neared the line of androids, one approached your stopped car and asked for you to roll down the window.
“This area of the city is android territory now, Ma’am.” He told you politely. “Please turn around and go back the way you came.”
“No it’s alright, I’m here for Connor.” You explained. “He’s expecting me. If you could just check with Marcus or…”
“I’m sorry ma’am I can’t do that.” The android, still in his police uniform, shook his head. “My orders are to prevent any and all humans from crossing into this part of the city.”
“Listen you were a cop android, right?” You asked. “You have access to the DPD database. You can easily confirm that I’m [Y/N] Anderson. I’m looking for Connor, he’s an RK800…”
“Is everything alright over there?” You heard a woman’s voice call out over the cold winter wind. You and the police android looked over to see a female android approaching from the other side of the barricade. When she was close enough for you to see her face, you recognized the woman as one of the androids from Marcus’ inner circle.
“Oh, It’s you.” She said, also recognizing you. “You’ll have to leave your car here. There’s no room for you to drive in here.”
“Ah okay.” So, you steered your car off to the side of the road and parked it out of the way.
“I’m North.” She introduced herself when you stepped out of the car. “We met before…”
“At Jericho.” You nodded. “I remember. I’m [Y/N].”
“I can take you to where Connor is. Follow me.” North lead the way through the line of PC 200s and the structural barricade that separated the rest of the city from Downtown. She waved you inside the nearest Cyberlife store not too far from the barricade. There Marcus and Connor were talking strategy with a few other key members of the uprising.
“[Y/N].” Marcus addressed you with a nod.
“Kara and her family arrived safely.” You promised. “They’re with my dad now, celebrating a I think.”
“I’m glad to hear it.” Marcus smiled before looking at Connor. “You should go home and celebrate too. We can talk more tomorrow.”
“I’ll be in touch.” Connor agreed. “[Y/N], would you join me for a walk?” He held out a hand for you to take.
“Sure Connor.” You intertwined your fingers with his and together you left the Cyberlife store. Once you were out of view from the others, you pulled Connor close to you and held him in a tight hug.
“I’m so glad that you’re alright.” You breathed. “I was really worried about you.” You placed your head in his chest, and Connor kept his arms around you.
“I was worried about you too, [Y/N].” He confessed. Large flakes of snow began to pile up on his jacket and in his hair. He didn’t seem to mind as he continued talking to you. “Having emotions is…confusing.” He sighed. “I’ve always been able to process a lot a things at once but emotions are different. They’re not like processing information, in fact, I often find them irrational. It’s going to take time for more to understand them all.”
“That’s okay.” You promised. “Even humans don’t exactly understand all their emotions, but you know Dad and I will always be there to help you. You’re part of the family, Connor.”
“That’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about.” Connor announced. He stopped walking so that he could look at you. His expression was very serious. “I understand that it would have been customary to speak with Lieutenant Anderson first, but I think given the circumstances he will understand. I’m not sure about a lot of things, [Y/N]. But I do know that Lieutenant Anderson, Sumo and you are family to me. I know that I don’t want to live a life that doesn’t include the three of you in it and I know that I love you, [Y/N]. My bounty is as boundless as the sea. My love as deep. The more I give to thee, the more I have for both are infinite.”
“Romeo and Juliet again.” You smiled. You then felt him remove his arms from your sides. Connor took a step back.
“I’m sorry for not being better prepared.” He apologized as he crouched down, letting one knee sink into the snow. Only then did it down on you what was happening. Connor had mentioned asking your father’s permission, and now he was down on one knee, shrugging his jacket off. “I don’t even have a ring to offer you. [Y/N] Anderson, will you accept this jacket as a token of my love? Will you marry me?”
“Connor, are you proposing to me with your Cyberlife jacket?” You giggled.
“Yes?” He replied uncertainly. “Just until I can buy you a ring. Will you accept this engagement jacket?”
a/n: i was in the mood for some flirty connor so here goes. hope i did your request justice!!
You scrolled through the terminal, eyes flicking over the words on the screen. Sighing, you penned down details of the murder case, trying to understand what really had happened.
Just then a knock resounded on your door. "Come in," you muttered, without looking up, eyes glued to the screen.
No evidence what so ever. This case was going to be a tough one to crack.
You looked up to see who had entered your cabin, when you were greeted by a flash of yellow.
"Who the-" you began but once your eyes adjusted to what you were seeing, you gasped.
"Connor? What the hell?" you exclaimed, taken aback by the sight that greeted you.
The android was standing in front of you, dressed in his uniform but instead of his usual mop of dark hair... there was a dirty blonde bowl cut. If the sight hadn't been so jarring, you would've even laughed at how funny he looked.
Connor's eyebrows furrowed.
"Why in the hell is your hair blonde?" you asked, voicing your thoughts. You were trying hard to not laugh now.
Connor's expression didn't change, but his indicator flickered to a bright red.
"Well, officer, I didn't mean to eavesdrop but yesterday I heard you talking to Lieutenant Carla and you said you liked men that had blonde hair," he explained.
You looked at him, stunned. One, because he'd overheard you and two, because he had made a conscious decision to change his hair to impress you. This was too bold even for him. You chuckled internally.
"And so you changed your hair color. For me," you said cockily, a smile playing at your lips. It was a known fact in the DCPD that a certain deviant rk800 had taken a liking for you. You would be lying if you said you didn't reciprocate those feelings.
A pale blue tint suffesed his cheeks at that. He looked down at his feet. "I thought that was pretty obvious," he mumbled.
You scoffed at his brazen jibe.
You walked up to him and leaned in ever so slightly, so that your lips brushed against his ear. You felt him shudder.
"I might like blonde haired guys but a certain black haired one gets all the passes," you whispered.
You stepped back then, as Connor processed the sentence, his hair color shifting back to the familiar black. He blushed again, as your words registered into his memory.
"If I get all the passes, then may I ask something?" he asked, stepping closer. You stiffened but didn't step back.
You nodded, urging him to go on.
"Will you go out with me, Y/N?"
You tongued your cheek, trying hard not to smile. Connor was the most charming person you had ever met and he didn't even have to try. It was like the trait was a part of his coding or something.
"Ten 'o' clock. Saturday. The Fiesta. Be there," you said and walked out of the cabin, a blush creeping up your face.
Part One/ Part Two
Words: 1313
Connor x Daughter!Reader
w/ Dad!Hank Anderson
Warning: Talks a little bit about Hank’s past and his suicidal thoughts.
Summary: While Hank and Connor go off to investigate their new case, Reader stays behind with Sumo to clean her father’s house and waits for them to get back.
“What are we gonna do with him, aye boy?” You asked Sumo as you scratched him behind the ear. You were, of course, talking about your father as you surveyed the disastrous state of his house. He’d said that he wanted to talk to you when he got back from working on his case with Connor, so you went to the kitchen and started cleaning the place up.
You cleared away all of the trash. Any dirty dishes you found were piled up in the sink to be washed later. What felt like a month’s worth of empty pizza delivery boxes were stacked up and tossed in the receptacle outside. The soft ting of glass beer and liquor bottles hitting each other echoed through the house for several minutes as you gathered them from their various perches. You found a broom and swept up the bits of dog food that littered the area surrounding Sumo’s bowl. You could only guess when the last time that had been done.
You also took care of the shattered glass from the window in the kitchen. From what Connor had said, the android broke the window trying to get into the house when he found your father unconscious. Your idiot father. You shook your head just thinking about him. If he wasn’t careful he was going to actually kill himself one of these days. You didn’t need to pick up the overturned photo on the table to know what had triggered his most recent downward spiral.
You’d been twelve-years-old at the time on the accident. The only reason you hadn’t been in the car with them that night was because you’d stayed home with your mother. Your parents were already divorced by that point. Heck they got divorced when Cole was two. Following the divorce, the only time you saw your father was during his visitation weekends. You couldn’t remember the reason now, but you’d been mad at your father that night. You hadn’t wanted to spend the weekend with him, but Cole insisted on going. They’d been on their way home Sunday night when they were hit by the truck.
Things changed after that. Your father blamed himself for what happened. He blamed you mother for wanting a divorce in the first place. He blamed the driver of the truck for not paying attention to the icy conditions on the road. He blamed the android surgeon for not being able to save his six-year-old son. After he started drinking heavily, your mother wanted to keep you from seeing him, but you knew that wasn’t the best thing for either of you.
You moved in with him and for a long time things were better. He cut back on the drinking. Before losing Cole, the two of you had never been particularly close but afterwards you talked every single day. He’d attended all of your school plays, drove you wherever you wanted to go, took you on small vacations now and then. He had his quirks, like how he didn’t like birds but he did like the musty smell of old fashioned paper books. But when you had to move out of the house, to be closer to your job across town, he started to get bad again. Bad enough for his new partner to find him passed out drunk, one click away from ending his life.
With the house now clean and Cole’s picture back in it’s rightful place on the shelf, you searched through the junk drawer in the kitchen for post-it notes and a pen. You smiled to yourself as you jotted down the first inspirational phrase that came to mind. You then found a spot on the bathroom mirror that hadn’t already been plastered with notes and fixed the new post-it there.
Dad, No one ever ruined their eyesight from looking on the brightside. – [Y/N]
It was almost a decade long game at this point. He’d been having a really bad day once, and you taped a note to the bathroom mirror that just said Smile. It intimidates your enemies more than a scowl. He grumbled about it the first time.
“Don’t go taping things to the mirror!” He insisted waving the post-it at you from the doorway. “That’s how you end up with streaks! And you’ll make the whole thing all sticky!” Despite his complaints, you saw the note taped back up on the mirror the next morning when you were getting ready for school. So you persisted, every once in a while jotting down something to let him know you were thinking of him. Something for him to have on bad days. As time went on and the ink began to fade on older notes, he would take them down and save them in the drawer of his nightstand He thought you didn’t notice but you did.
With the new post-it secured in the bathroom, you flopped down on the couch and started flicking through the channels. You weren’t looking for anything in particular, just killing time. Sumo came over and joined you after a few minutes. He placed his slobbery head in your lap and waited for you to pet him. Your thigh was saturated with dog saliva, but you didn’t mind.
“You’re not allowed on the couch, buddy. Think of how mad Dad would be if he saw you.” You reminded him. The dog looked up at you and seemingly rolled his eyes before shutting them tight and falling asleep.
“Same pal.” You yawned leaning backwards.
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“Aww Sumo what are you doing? You know you’re not supposed to be on the furniture!” You were awoken sometime later by your father’s voice. You craned your neck for a sleepy glance at the front door. He was standing there, half in the doorway, watching you and Sumo cuddled up together. Connor was right behind him on the porch, probably getting soaking wet. “[Y/N], how many times have I told you, don’t let the dog on the couch?”
“Sorry, Dad.” You yawed. He could tell that you weren’t the least bit sorry. “He must have jumped up here while I was sleeping.”
“Mmm-Hmm.” He hummed. “He seems to do that a lot when you’re here. You coming in?” He asked the android standing behind him. “Or you wanna stay out there all night?”
“No, Lieutenant, I will join you inside.” Connor followed your father inside. You studied both of their faces and even the android looked exhausted.
“I’m going to change.” Your father grumbled before shutting the front door and walking off to his bedroom.
“Bad case?” You questioned Connor.
“I am not allowed to discuss active investigations with civilians.” He informed you.
“Oh, I know.” You nodded. “Detective Dad, remember? I just meant you both seem like you’ve had a tough night. Thought you might want to talk.” You shrugged and began flipping through the channels on TV again. Connor stood by the front door silently.
“Lieutenant Anderson is not married.” Connor observed, breaking the silence. “Or at least he does not wear a wedding ring.”
“No, you’re right. He’s divorced. Why do you ask?” You questioned, “It’s not part of your investigation is it?”
“No, No.” Connor shook his head slightly. “I was just thinking that most police officers are married. They have a husband or wife to share the burden of their work with. Are you married, [Y/N]?”
“If I was,” You yawned, “I probably wouldn’t be here watching my dad’s dog on a Saturday night.”
“I am also not married, because I am an android.” Connor explained. “But for some reason I find myself wishing I had someone to talk to about what happened tonight.”
“Well you can talk to me Connor.” You told him. “I’ll be your wife for the night.”
“What the fuck did I just hear?” Your father asked, stepping into the living room.
Part One /Part Two/ Part Three
Words: 1218
Connor x Daughter!Reader
w/Dad!Hank Anderson
Author’s note: So Part 4 is here! It’s mostly a filler to establish a relationship with Connor, Hank & Reader, but I hope it doesn’t disappoint!
“[Y/N], can I talk to you in my room, now?” You father asked impatiently.
“Yeah, alright fine.” You got up from your spot on the couch. “Connor, take a seat and watch some TV with Sumo. It’s weird having you just standing there.” You tossed the remote control to Connor, which the android caught perfectly. “Plus it will keep your mind focused on something else.” You turned and followed your father down the hall, not bothering to point out that since Connor was an Android he probably would hear your entire conversation through the walls anyhow.
“So what do you want to talk about?” You asked, leaning against you father’s closed bedroom door. “The case you just came home from? Your android partner? Or maybe you want to talk about the gun Connor found you with?”
“What is this world coming to?” Your father sat down in his unmade bed and shook his head. “You know, when Cyberlife first introduced androids, they said they’d make our lives easier. They haven’t made my life easier.”
“You still play records from before you were born and keep shelves of old fashioned paper books.” You reminded him. “Technology was never going to make your life easier. I want to also point out that a Cyberlife android saved your life. The gun, Dad, let’s talk about the gun. I thought you’d stopped doing that.”
“Well, I did.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Then I didn’t. What difference does it make, I’m still here aren’t I?”
“Dad, you promised me.” You responded quietly. “We agreed that you’d call me if things go this bad again.”
“Well, I didn’t feel like talking to you, alright?” He replied.
“No, it’s not alright.” You stepped forward directly into his line of sight so that he had no choice but to look at you. “What do I need to do to help you? Should I move back in? I could help take care of the house. I could go back to cooking your meals, make sure Sumo is taken care of…”
“Don’t do that.” Your father was unusually quiet. “The truth is I didn’t call you, because I knew what you were gonna say. I don’t want you moving back into your old room because you feel like you need to take care of me. You need to have your own job, your own life. I’m just in your way.”
“Dad, just because I don’t live at home doesn’t mean I don’t want to take care of you.” You sat next to him on the bed. “I know you think it should have been you instead of Cole, but you can’t do that to yourself. That could have just as easily have been me. I was supposed to be in the car that night too. We can’t let the survivor’s guilt keep us from living.”
“How’d you ever get to be so smart, huh?” He threw an arm around you, forcing you to lean into him. “Wasn’t from your bitch of a mother, that’s for sure.”
“You’re impossible.” You sighed. “Please just tell me what happened. You were doing so good.”
“It’s that fucking android!” He waved his free hand in the direction of the living room. “And all these cases about deviants. All the shit I had buried, its getting dragged back out.”
“When you were in here changing Connor and I were talking. He said that he wished he had someone that he could talk to about what happened with your case tonight. Maybe you could try being his friend. It would probably help your investigation along, and it might make you feel better having someone other than me to talk to.”
“You know, I thought androids weren’t supposed to have feelings.” Your father was glad for an excuse to take the conversation off himself. “I know Connor’s not deviant because he’s always talking about how his mission is more important than anything else, but there’s something about him. Like tonight at the club, we chased these two Traci’s out into a back alley. He had a clean shot, could have taken them both out but instead he let them go. I can’t understand why he would do that if he’s only programed to compete his mission.”
“How about a compromise.” You suggested, standing up. “I’ll move back in, but only until your investigation is done.”
“You can’t do that!” Your father argued. “You work on the other side of the city. You’d have to get up an hour earlier than usual and that’s not even counting traffic.”
“But I’ll be here, and I’m not accepting no as an answer.” You insisted.
“Fine, fine. It’s not like you’ve given me a choice.” He said, rubbing his eyes in frustration. “Now get out of my room. I’m going to bed.”
“Where are the guns?” You asked, not moving an inch.
“Service weapon’s locked in drawer of my desk at work, you can ask the android, and here’s this.” He handed over the same revolver that you’d passed off to Connor hours ago.
“Have a good night, Dad.” You told him before leaving the room. In the living room, Connor was sitting on the couch like you’d instructed him to. Sumo’s head was now resting in the android’s lap and he scratched behind his ears. “I know you could hear us.”
“I would never intentionally listen in on your private conversation with the Lieutenant.” Connor said. “It would not benefit my investigation in anyway.”
“Right.” You nodded, not exactly believing him. You looked down at Sumo wondering if the dog knew the difference between an Android or a human. You guessed that it didn’t much matter to the dog as long as he was fed well and given enough affection.
“I know that Sumo is not supposed to be on the couch.” Connor said, following your gaze. “But I like dogs and he seems to like me.”
“It’s alright. Dad feeds him table scraps when he thinks I’m not looking, so who is he to judge?” You shrugged.
“Do you live with Hank?” Connor tilted his head.
“I thought you could do a facial scan thing. Can’t you access all of my public records from that?” You asked him curiously. “Just from one look you can tell where I live, what I do for a living, my date of birth all those kinds of things.”
“Yes, I could do a facial scan to collect all of the information I want.” Connor agreed with you. “But as doing so would not be necessary for my mission, I decided it would be more polite to ask.”
“Oh. That’s nice of you.” You said. “No, I don’t live here anymore or at least I didn’t. I just told Dad I was moving back in until the investigation is over. He needs me here.”
“What about what you need?” He asked kindly. “I don’t mean to be rude in my line a questioning, but why would you move in with your father if you are used to living alone?”
“Well Connor, part of being human means that you put other people before yourself sometimes.” You told him with a smile. “Dad always did his best to put me first when he could, it’s my turn to return the favor.”
Love You From Afar // Angst, Fluff // The reader saves Connor in a fight but Connor doesn’t understand why. The answer is simple. The reader is in love with him. Does the android reciprocate those feelings or will he remain Cyberlife's plastic puppet? [PART ONE] [PART TWO]
