#human 60

[minasnorma]

This is the thing I did for the @hankconhalloween exchange!! It's a Reverse!AU Kam60 fic with some art to go along ! The whole fic is here : https://archiveofourown.org/works/21255266 , and I hope y'all enjoy it as much as I enjoyed making it !!

(There's some bonus art at the end, if it can help motivating you to go through the 30k words haha)

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[dumbwaystodeviate]

So you did reverse reed900 and hankcon, could you do one with reverse allen60?

This had actually been in the planning for a while! So I’m so happy someone else thinks it might be fun, thank you!

How Sixty had become captain of the SWAT team was sometimes beyond Allen. He stood in front of the door and pondered the logic behind whoever had promoted his partner and whether they were sane. Usually, Allen would stay behind at the precinct and either work on cases or charge while everyone else went home. However, there had been a noise complaint and Sixty’s apartment was the source of it. Rather than send a few officers round, or even one of Sixty’s brothers, dispatch had taken the more sensible and cost effective route of sending Allen. Which was why, rather than standing by a desk and interfacing with a computer, Allen stood facing Sixty’s front door while Celine Dion blared through speakers at 9pm.

He knocked but very much doubted it had been heard. The doorbell too went unheard. Not even Allen’s refined hearing could pick out the merry ding-ding from the power ballad that was blaring. With a sigh, Allen looked at the lock. It was easy enough to pick but he figured Sixty might be pissed if he broke in. A quick scan later, Allen was lifting the doormat and using the spare key to let himself in.

Inside was not at all what Allen expected. The living room was a mess, the pillows were missing from the sofa, there were chairs from the breakfast bar peeking out from under blankets and umbrellas which were held up by the remaining furniture in the room.

“Sixty?” Allen called, his voice just about cut over the music. For a moment nothing moved then the music stopped and a blanket bulged as Sixty’s head appeared.

“What are you doing here?” There wasn’t any kind of annoyance or anger in Sixty’s voice, simple curiosity and surprise.

If anything, he looked tired. Though it was a little difficult to tell under the face mask that he was sporting.

“There have been noise complaints,” Allen shrugged. “Just because you’re captain of the SWAT team doesn’t mean you can flout the rules.”

“What are you going to do? Arrest your partner?”

Sixty disappeared back into his fort with a scoff. To continue the conversation, Allen was going to have to brave the blankets and join him. The inside wasn’t what he expected at all. There were blankets over the floor, with throws, pillows and cushions piled into a corner where Sixty was, for want of a better word, nesting. Allen could see where the music player was hidden under a couple of books and a bowl of cheetos balanced on top of it. He watched as Sixty reached for the player again to start the music up again.

His hand shot out and grabbed Sixty’s wrist, “I cannot let you put the music on again. Not at such volume again.”

“Oh lay off,” Sixty grumbled, “I had a difficult day.”

“And?” It wasn’t meant to be a callous question but Allen didn’t understand what the point of this whole thing was.

“I needed some me time.” Sixty laid back onto the cushions and grabbed two slices of cucumbers. “It’s called self-care, look it up.”

Dutifully, Allen looked it up and sat back on his heels as he watched Sixty. He wondered what self-care would look like for an android. What he would want. Whatever it was, he couldn’t picture it. A red wall stood in his way and through it, he could make out the shape of something but he didn’t know what it was. Frustrated, he banged against the wall, eager to see what his idea of self-care was.

“Keep it down, will you?” Sixty pulled a cucumber from his eye to peer up at Allen. “Your fans are going way too fast. If you won’t let me have my music then I want silence.”

It was the last push Allen needed and he stepped over the remains of the red wall with a relieved sigh.

“I don’t know what self-care would look like for me,” he finally admitted when he realised that there was nothing beyond the wall except the wall of the pillow fort he’d been facing.

“Oh for crying out loud.” Sixty shoved his cucumber slices to the side and sat up. With a few quick, sharp moves, he split the cushions and shoved half of them at Allen. Then he cut two more slices of cucumber and waved them at him until they were taken.

Gingerly, Allen laid back on the cushions and watched Sixty nestle back onto his, fresh slices of cucumber on his eyes. Copying him, Allen settled down but something was still missing. A few seconds of pondering later, he blindly reached out and hit play. The music started up again and he settled back comfortably with a small smile on his lips that matched Sixty perfectly.

[dumbwaystodeviate]

Don't know if I'm doing this right, but: more Allen60 please! Maybe 60 getting an order to leave Allen behind and save a hostage and he goes no way and just rescuing both (could also be reverse AU, has that ever been done?) ? Or Allen patting 60 on the shoulder and 60 deciding he needs to cling to the Captain like a touchstarved coala (which allen doesn't mind at all). Whatever you do with this, your writing is amazing! 💛

Because reverse AU Allen60 has me in a headlock at the moment that I don’t especially want to escape from, have some more XD Also, you did this perfectly, I’m just very slow at filling prompts!

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fucking fuckity fuck!” Sixty muttered as he ducked behind a hunk of abandoned machinery. Bullets bounced off the metal as he took a moment to gather his wits. Next to him Allen and the hostage were silent.

It was the problem with being the captain of the SWAT team. Usually, things went fine and they just showed up for menacing looks and their opponents gave up. However, when they didn’t, things had a tendency to go tits up spectacularly. Which was exactly what had happened. They showed up, flashed their uniforms for a bit while a negotiator tried to do their thing. It had all failed and they were sent in. While Sixty and Allen had managed to grab the hostage, they were pinned in the consequent firefight.

“Okay, Allen, you take her and get to safety. That’s an order!” Sixty barked. He peered around the other side of the machinery and ducked back at the spray of bullets that it garnered.

He watched as Allen nodded and grabbed the hostage by the arm, ready to flee as soon as Sixty gave the word. Bracing himself, Sixty did one more check of his gun and the surroundings, he took a deep breath and looked over to Allen to send him and the hostage to safety.

“We have a problem,” Allen stopped him from making his order take precedence over all other mission objectives.

“Shit. What now?”

“You don’t have all the facts.” Allen seemed so calm about it all. His LED was cycling blue even though not a moment ago it had been red.

“Which are?”

“I love you.”

That threw Sixty for a beat. That was not a fact he was expecting to factor into the situation, even if it was something he had known.

Allen took his silence as permission to continue, “I love you and if I leave you behind there is a 74% chance of you dying. If I stay, with the hostage, there is a 94% chance of our continued survival.”

“I ordered you to get to safety!” Sixty hissed at him and glared. His orders were not to be ignored, especially not by an androids when he was trying to save their lives. “I will have you dismantled for disobedience.”

“Orders don’t work on a deviant. Now, are you going to listen to my plan or do you stubbornly wish to die?”

Sulking, Sixty pouted but hunkered down to listen to the plan. It wasn’t something he’d have ever considered but Allen sounded so sure of it that he was reluctant to not at least give it a go. He was also fairly certain it wasn’t a plan a machine could come up with but a deviant was capable of concocting. If they all got out of the situation alive, that was a headache he wasn’t looking forward to dealing with.

When everything was over and done with, they were in the safety of the van, the bad guys were handcuffed and the hostage in safe hands, Allen turned to Sixty.

“Your brothers are not going to be happy to know you tried for a self sacrificial play. Again.”

“They only won’t be happy if they find out,” Sixty shrugged. “I order you not to tell them anything.”

A sweet smile spread on Allen’s lips. “Your orders no longer hold any sway over me, Captain.”

“Fuck. How can I make it worth your while to not tell them?”

“Now we’re talking,” Allen laughed. “My silence can be bought with something as simple as considering going on a date with me. Not a date. But just consider it.”

Sixty looked him up and down and licked his lips teasingly. “Considered. Now, don’t tell my brothers about today and I’ll take you to that swanky android burger joint tomorrow evening. How does that sound?”

“Sounds like a date.”