Rose: Hello, Lieutenant Anderson! Connor spoke to me about you and I'm glad the two of you are helping out with Markus for android rights. Kara and Luther's been watching the news and you've collaborated with a lot of amazing things. Now that you're helping out here in Canada....
Hank: *Trying to listen to Rose but is absolutely making googly eyes at her*
Hank: Yup, glad to be a great help to you guys
Adam: *From a distance* What the hell...
Rare pair - Rose/Hank
FOR @dbhrarepairs 's 9TH DBH RAREPAIR WEEK!!!
"Take me where you want me tonight
And let me swoon over you"
[CW: obvious angst and major character death but also the involvement of weird body part conversations and short mention of the suggestive implications]
Day #2 - Wedding/Funeral
Rare pair - Connor/Simon
FOR @dbhrarepairs 's 9TH DBH RAREPAIR WEEK!!!
"Check me for a pulse, baby, I'm dead inside
Crawl under my skin and bring me back to life"
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2043
Large circles of colored lighting roam slowly around the room, each lighting up or dying out at scattered times. The atmosphere honing an airy sensation of hearts floating as a live band played its gentle melodies throughout the whole room.
And in the center of it, two androids. Lost in embrace as they swayed with the harmonious beats.
Simon never believed himself to be married, much less find someone as lost as he could be. He didn't even think he'd be committed to someone who wants all he barely has.
But Connor made that choice to stay.
Connor had his chin rested on top of Simon's shoulder, holding his lover firmly but letting enough wiggle room so they could continue their slow dancing. There were a lot running through his mind today, all the preparations, handling the guests, and trying to maximize everything all at once(not without being scolded by his friends, however. Josh kept trying to be Connor's reassurance to let him and the others handle it).
Not that Simon didn't participate in the panic either, but he was easier to persuade.
But seeing Simon walk up to him in the aisle made him, for once, take in the scene. Take in what was in front of him and not all the possibilities that came out after.
Just seeing Simon all beautifully wrapped in his white suit was more than enough for Connor to feel secure about everything.
And simply admiring and holding Simon wasn't ever going to be enough to showcase the love he had inside for that other man. Connor nuzzled his face into Simon's shoulder, his goofy smile grazing the blond's neck.
"What are you doing?" Simon shifted his head to be able to glance down at Connor, his hand rubbing the brunet's back affectionately.
"Nothing."
"It's never nothing with you though. Something wrong? I did remember to hire guards."
"No, not that, but still thank you for suggesting." Connor then gave Simon's neck a short but impassioned kiss (flustering Simon blue to his face). "Your presence...it calms me."
Simon cocks his eyebrow up at the sudden confession, and assumes that it alludes to an honest conversation.
"But?"
"No buts."
Connor then lifted his head up from Simon's shoulder to be face to face when he's talking about this part next.
"I still can't tell if it is too early to be talking about this, but I want you to know before all else have the potential of being bad."
That was....a very sudden switch in moods.
There was still a sentimental expression to Connor's face but judging by how he's wording his sentences, Simon was picking up that whatever Connor says next is his genuine words. Simon the brought his hand to hold Connor's face, remaining quiet to let Connor carry on.
"If the possibility that I'm first to cease with vitality, I want at least one part of me to be kept with you."
What a.....request.
"Haven't we already talked about memory transfer?"
"Yes, but I wouldn't want to transfer my data and burden you with my memories." Connor then makes a sigh to reset his speech. This would be hard to address without sounding like a weirdo.
"If I am the first to pass, I want you to keep a physical part of me. I don't care much for which part or parts you choose to keep, only that I can still manage to stay near you."
Why would Connor ever ask Simon something as Victorian as this?
It's simply a comfort thought.
To Connor, he still sees himself as expendable, someone that can easily be discarded away. Now, Simon and him already had a lengthly talk about their worths but Connor still worried about himself and if he would truly be desirable.
For Simon to keep a physical part of his body or a part of his inner workings, to Connor that would mean he is the real him and that Simon wants Connor, not any copycat of his face or memories, the Connor that is standing with his partner right here and now at their wedding.
Simon nearly stumbled his next step but recovered nearly swiftly. Not enough though as Markus, one of the members of the live band, took notice to the missed movement from afar.
A short inter-comm message was sent Simon's way.
'You okay?'
'Yeah'
The inter-comm was then shortly dismissed once Markus had the confirmation.
Bringing his focus back, Simon watched Connor's face contort mildly of discomfort and regret.
Enough regret that he immediately answered himself.
"But I understand if that's an extreme of a request and I wouldn't want to force you to comply. I was wondering since I love you so much and and that was my way of attempting to show how far I am willing to be comfortable with but-"
"Connor, you brought me back to life months after I shot myself in front of you for trying to hunt me down and we still ended up falling in love."
"...."
"I do have a question."
"Yes? Anything?"
...
...
...
"What part specifically would you want me to keep?"
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2048
Rushing winds banged against the windows, the room dropping to colder and colder levels from its poor insulations.
Simon didn't care.
He didn't need to be warm from the walls' protection.
He's in bed and for the time being, it's all he ever wants to be.
His slim fingers touching Connor's face in delicate motion.
They always talked about how humans desire imperfections and perfection simultaneously. A paradoxical want.
Simon always thought Connor had both.
"Simon?"
From the end of his shared bed, the PL600 heard the voice of a familiarity.
Josh.
Raising his head up, Simon shot Josh a solemn smile.
"Hello, Josh."
Much to Josh's perspective, it was a sympathetic scene to witness. A dimmed room while Simon is wrapped in thin sheets of blanket, a face that is telling of how long he's spend in here alone. Androids didn't have the same biological needs as humans but being alone like this was detrimental to their processors as it needs stimulation, not stagnation.
"You've been here a week after the funeral? I wanted to check up on you and how you're doing." Josh then sets at the edge of the bed, hands folded in his lap as he glanced down at the floor before looking back at his friend.
"How are you?"
Simon didn't move from his spot to get up, nesting himself with the blanket more if anything.
"Existing."
Josh nodded his head at the response, taking time to formulate another thought.
"Markus and North are worried for you. So was Connor's friend, Hank. He pushed for me to come here."
...
"Not that I didn't want to be here, I'm worried too, Simon." A dark brown hand was placed on top of Simon's covered calf, Josh's attempt to get Simon up from his bed instead of lying with his grief.
He still wouldn't budge.
Josh sighed as he moved his body towards Simon's, reaching over to take the sheets off of Simon.
"At least sit up so-"
Of all the strange things Josh had to bear his eyes to, he couldn't describe with any emotion the sound he let out.
"Simon
.
.
.
.
.
Why do you have a deactivated head?"
But Simon didn't move from his fetal position, reaching his hand out to instead bring the head in his arms and caress the plastic baldness on top.
...
Josh had to very carefully pick what else he had to say about this because yes, that is in fact a deactivated android head.
And yes, next to it was an android heart and thirium pump.
And yes, Simon is a grieving man who just lost the love of his life.
And yes, Simon is treating this head as if it were still alive.
And yes, Josh is sitting in place with his processors BEGGING to know what the ever loving FUCK can explain this.
But Simon spoke first.
"Connor and I made a legal contract after the wedding that either of us was allowed to keep a maximum of three parts of each other's body." The PL600 then shifts himself up so he could properly talk with Josh.
"He asked me this during our slow dance but I did make it so I knew what he wanted me to keep and that he'd do the same if I died first."
...
It was still palpable in the atmosphere.
Rustling of trees outside from the raging winds.
Looking up with his light blue eyes, Simon made eye contact with Josh's stupefied expression
"I don't plan on fucking Connor's dead head if that's what you're concerned about, nor do I plan on fucking myself with his thirium pump."
"That- well I mean- That's something I-"
There was so much to understand and so little was actually being understood.
"Simon, what the fuck?!" Josh's eyes could bulge out of his head at this point, his hands clasped together as he placed his lips against his thumbs to try and hold himself together.
It was very much a struggle to do so.
"W-what compelled the both of you to...to agree to this???" He NEEDED to know because if not for the mention of a LEGAL document that allowed Simon to do this, Josh would've gone confusingly ballistic.
The 'How' of that being legal disturbs Josh.
A soft thud was made as Simon rested his head against the bed frame, gazing emptily past Josh.
"I don't think either of us had the capacity of letting the other be in a dark box outside without contact with each other." Leaks to Simon's eyes then began to fall gracefully.
"We haven't even been married for 10 years. 5 years! 5. YEARS."
A deep sigh was heard from Josh, biting his bottom lip, thinking about how Simon saw all of this as.
But he couldn't get mad.
He really couldn't.
All of a sudden, Simon felt two arms wrapped around him firmly.
Rare pair - Markus/Gavin
FOR @dbhrarepairs 's 9TH DBH RAREPAIR WEEK!!!
"I've got to have it; it's another bad habit
And I hope I'm not here too late"
Context: Gavin was pissing off Markus all day long but then Markus snapped at him to get off his ass, even though Gavin only intended it all for jokes.
He didn't realize he took it overboard and in a couple hours of a breather from each other, Gavin stepped in to apologize for being a dick. Markus accepted the apology...buuuuuuuuut didn't fully forgive him unless he did one favor for tomorrow.
Gavin accepted the deal without any context of what Markus wanted.
They went on a REALLY expensive shopping spree.
(ik the two big bags don't look like a lot but they're still shopping)
Gavin holds the bags in defeat, and concern for his wallet, but it's rivaled to seeing Markus all happy with his purchases
No one back at DPD knows that the two are dating.
Actually, NO ONE knows that they're romancing each other
Connor went out to buy more thirium packets for himself and caught them at a distance.
He may have been sorta, kinda shocked by the sight of Markus and Gavin. Just a smidge, a teeny tiny itty bit.
Day #1 - Glitch
Rare pair - Markus/RK900
FOR @dbhrarepairs 's 9TH DBH RAREPAIR WEEK!!!
"There is no other, (s)he is my lover"
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"What happened to you???"
"I got shoved against an electrical fence."
There was a array of emotions that ranged from confusion to shock in Markus head having to see this new sight of his boyfriend.
To give some context, Nines had gone out with Connor to purchase some new office supplies for New Jericho at Josh's request in his department with New Jericho's lawyers.
Unfortunately, anti-android protesters spotted Nines and Connor and recognized them as the two new bodyguards for the building and decided that it was best to pick a fight with them, which wasn't the best idea for their case.
However, admist the fighting Nines tried to get ahold of one of persons and since this guy was of a bigger stature, he was able to shake off the RK900 and make him tumble into a nearby electrical fence.
Long-story short, Markus is now conversing with Nines at a nearby table as he tried his best not to be distracted by Nines' hair, best describing this look as if he belonged on a romantasy book cover.
"Did you malfunction?? Did you reset? Did- what???" Markus wasn't sure what were the right questions to be asking, his own processors mixed up in the sheer bewilderment of the occurrence.
Nines fiddled with the synthetic material, stroking the hait strands as he recalled the situation. "The antis were taken into custody for attempted assault."
Markus grimaces at the given details, reaching out but holding his movements as he glances at Nines for his consent. Nines nodded his head and Markus began to touch Nines' hair.
"But since that is not the information that concerns you, I've spoken with a technician already and have arranged an appointment for further inspection." Nines adds on to the discussion, his hand extended out to hold Markus' cheek delicately. "I am sorry to worry you like this."
The RK200 pursed his lips but only for a moment as he stopped playing with Nines' hair and brings his hand over Nines' pale one, humoring the other. "I'm still a little worried for your processors but it doesn't seem entirely awful. Just...different."
"It is very bothersome and impractical."
"I never said anything about the practicality of it, but maybe you can tie it up or something so it'll get out of the way."
Nines tilts his head by Markus' response. "Are you implying to maintain it because you like it?"
Markus shrugs as he removes his hand from Nines so he could rest his chin on top of his palm. "Maybe having it for a day isn't so bad." If he was being honest, the long hair kinda suited Nines' appearance of the sleek and proper style he had going, plus he kinda looked hot in it.
To Nines, he processed the idea further and sighed, not out of frustration or irritation but in acceptance.
Acceptance to the fact that this might have some perks.
"If it turns you on, I suppose it does have some benefits to it."
