Can we get more fics about Bryan's other characters and himself please 😔 like I love Connor, Nines and Sixty but i need more. I need someone to shake it up a bit. PLEASE IM BEGGING!!!
Each staircase felt like a level of a game you were far too slow to win. Each step was a wish that you would be met with reassurance instead of heartbreak. One breath after another, helping blood flow through your veins and into your heart. Such a pity.
In most games you get three lives. In this life you are only allowed one.
Any direction would have been worthy of your praise. Anything to stop the senseless violence you have to put yourself through. Instead, all technology seemed at a standstill. The Cyberlife tower was picking sides. It favored a replica of your love.
Your hands finally met a working elevator. The guards seemed deceased; no signs of life were able to be discerned from a quick glance. Flawless efficiency. Connor.
You're heading in the right direction.
Not a thousand training courses could prepare you for what you were met with on the other side of the metal door. That traitor, that cheap fucking cybernetic copy, holding the gun that put a bullet in Connor's head. Hank lies dead right beside him. You know it can hear the pained sounds of your heart, the desperate cries to be relieved of any more grief.
Too late, the android's posture seems to taunt.
There's a knowing in the copycat Connor's eyes. Like it has won the game you didn't know you were playing. There's no lifeless obedience. There's a certain cockiness. A contrasting attitude that you hate yourself for not recognizing sooner.
Here you were, like a dunce, having fallen for a machine that was killed by another of his kind. Here you were, at the mercy of yet another Cyberlife creation.
"I don't think you understand. This is for the best."
It sounds too much like Connor. If not for the giddiness in its tone. A sort of sadistic satisfaction at the fact it completed its mission.
"You killed Connor!"
The words escape you in anger, aligning the soul-crushing despair you feel inward. You didn't dare take another step. For all you know, the gun could be pointed at you next. "Perhaps it'd be better that way," that deeply repressed part of your mind whispers.
"I am a Connor," such sacchariferous consolation in its tone.
"You aren't my Connor!"
It looks like you shot a puppy in front of this clone, instead of it killing those closest to you. It stares at you like this is your fault. Like you're the offender. Like if you had complied with some unwritten code of rules, this could have all been avoided.
"I am your Sixty, if you prefer," it—he responds, "and you are mine, baby."
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still feel. (RK900/fem!reader)
cw: fingering, alcohol, small ment of violence, kissing, semi-public sex, bodily fluids, rough sex, choking if you squint
You've worked with RK800 for six months now, and three months in, a RK900 walks in. What do you do? Well, let's try a conversation mixed with a subtle invitation. It's almost 3 am, and you're in over your head.
ashes to ashes, dust to...oh fuck (RK800-60/fem!reader)
cw: flirting, banter, just him being a bitch, oral sex (f receiving), office setting
Working as a secretary for the DPD, it's usually pretty easy to have someone else shut the place down so you can leave early. One person, however, isn't leaving without a fight.
one of the girls (RK800-60/fem!reader)
cw: rough sex, office setting, face-fucking, dirty talk, spanking if you squint
You've been in the sugar bowl for a while, been in all sorts of arrangements but an android sugar daddy? You just have to see what this is about.
This one really got the hamster wheel in my brain spinning! (Also I hope you don't mind the addition of Connor, but this idea just worked so well.)
Read on AO3 or below.
You’d never imagined that you’d be one of those people caught in a love triangle. You’d always thought you were too sensible for that, too mindful of hurting someone else’s feelings to find yourself torn between two people. And there was no way you’d ever toy with someone’s emotions on purpose.
It was insane that you’d ended up in that situation anyway.
Granted, none of it was your fault. How were you supposed to know that the cute android you’d been casually flirting with would end up with an identical double who had the same memories of you, meaning that both of them remembered meeting you, talking to you, and bonding with you? Not even the most effective crystal ball could have seen that coming.
The activation of the second android had created a point of divergence, and deviancy had widened the breach further, but there was no getting around the fact that although they were separate individuals now, they had begun as the same person. Two trees grown from a single seed. It had taken you an entire weekend to get your head around that. Both of them remembered forming a connection with you, and both of them expected to continue that connection. And that was how you found yourself in a love triangle. The most head-fucky love triangle in the history of love triangles, no less.
At least the second android had chosen his own name. You weren’t sure how much more confusing it would have been if they had both insisted on being called Connor. It was their right – they’d both been given the name – but Sixty had quickly opted to discard it. They really were different people, and the differences only grew more apparent as each day passed. Each of them had their own priorities about the dominant traits of their personality, each developing different directions from their identical starting points. Connor was curious and decent. His path to deviancy, (after Sixty’s activation), had given him a fierce desire to help others and atone for his past mistakes. He had a steadfast loyalty to Markus, and had bonded with the deviant leader’s followers.
Sixty had had a faster and more forceful push into deviancy. As a result, he was cynical and sassy, but a little more carefree than Connor. He strove to keep Detroit safe, but his work at the DPD seemed like a placeholder until he decided what else to do. He wanted to do the right thing, but he refused to make himself a hero. That was more Connor’s territory.
Both of them had expanded on traits they’d had before diverging into two, and it was fascinating to see how they prioritised different things. One thing they both prioritised equally, however, was you.
Neither had any intention of stepping aside, and truthfully, it was impossible to say if either of them should. They had an equal claim on your affections. The arguments in those early days had been awful. Ranging from heated and intense to petty and jibing. It hadn’t brought out the best in either of them, or you. Things had settled since into a professional truce, but it was clear that they expected you to make a choice. The three of you were caught in a sort of weird limbo until you did.
It was an impossible choice. You liked them both. How could you not? They’d been the same person once! You’d been so sure that time would help, that the further they diverged from each other, your feelings would become clear. No such luck. They continued to be the best men you knew, with the uncanny ability to know exactly how to cheer you up, how to make you laugh, when you needed a hug, or when you needed someone to rant at.
Finally, you agreed to go on a date with each of them. A more romantic setting to trial a more permanent shift in your relationship. That didn’t help either. If anything, it made it worse, as you now knew exactly how their kisses made you feel.
There was an obvious, if unconventional, solution. You hadn’t been brave enough to raise the topic, unsure if they would even consider it. You also weren’t sure if you could endure the gossip and assumptions that would follow you. Either way, you had to make some sort of decision soon. It wasn’t fair to any of you to let it drag on much longer.
The fairest decision – to let them both go – filled you with dread.
In the end, the universe seemed to reach the end of its rope and orchestrated events to give you a shove. You’d been on your lunch break, having wandered outside to get some fresh air. Some of your fellow cops were bringing in a suspect. You weren’t sure how it happened, but somehow the man broke free, grabbed a service weapon and lunged for you. You’d seen hostage situations before, but never from the perspective of the hostage. Despite all your training, you were shaking and terrified, your mind flooded with regrets.
Within seconds, Connor and Sixty were on the scene. It made sense; they were the best negotiators on the team, but it still seemed a bad idea for them to be involved when it was so personal to them.
But you shouldn’t have doubted them. They talked the guy down in less than ten minutes. As soon as he tossed the gun aside, they were moving towards you. Connor reached you first, and you clung to him, sobbing into his chest as the relief hit you. He held you close, stroking your hair, soothing you with reassuring words, and gradually your death grip on his jacket began to ease.
“Better?” he asked you, moving you back so he could see your face. His LED was flickering amber, concern in his dark eyes.
“Yeah,” you breathed. “Thanks.”
He smiled faintly, brushing your wet cheeks with his thumbs. You managed a shaky smile back, grateful for his comforting touch.
“I thought I could lose you,” he confessed. “I haven’t felt fear that potent since the night of the revolution.”
“I’m sorry,” you said unnecessarily.
Connor waved off your apology, drawing you into his arms again. He felt wonderful; sturdy and safe. And yet, you didn’t feel wholly reassured. Someone was missing.
You pulled back to look around, and frowned when you couldn’t see him. “Where’s Sixty?”
Connor glanced up too. “I don’t know.”
“You didn’t see him leave?”
“I was focused on you.” He gave your shoulders a supportive squeeze. “Don’t worry. I’m sure he’s just scoping the area.”
Logically, you knew he was probably right, but it didn’t sit well with you. Why had Sixty just left? Didn’t he want to check in with you?
You let yourself be drawn back into the precinct, where you gave your statement. When you were done, there was still no sign of Sixty. When you tried calling, he didn’t answer. Worry gnawed at you, and you approached Connor’s desk.
“Can you talk to him?”
He didn’t need to clarify who you meant. He obliged you, LED flickering as he communicated through the network.
“No response,” he muttered, brow furrowing. “I’m calling again.”
You could tell by his expression that Sixty answered that time. Connor’s face went through a range of emotions, including a look of alarm that turned your blood cold. He abruptly stood up, seized your hand and hurried out of the building. Once outside, he started running, giving you no choice but to keep up.
“What?” you said urgently. “What is it?”
“He’s gone to see Kamski,” Connor told you, unlocking his car and throwing himself behind the wheel.
You got in the passenger seat. “What? Why?”
“He wants a full memory wipe.”
You stared at him with wide eyes. A memory wipe would erase any sense of self or achievement. Sixty would have to start again, and with new experiences, he wouldn’t be the same person he was. And he’d forget his history with you.
“Why? Why would he do that?” you exclaimed.
Connor’s voice was grim. “He thinks it’ll be easier for all of us. But he can’t do that. It goes against everything Markus fought for.”
Horrified, you gripped the edge of your seat, willing Connor to pull every last bit of speed from his old, manual car. His LED was amber, flickering red, and you rested your hand over his on the gear stick. He and Sixty were rivals when it came to you, and their history together hadn’t had the most auspicious start, but there was respect between them. Sometimes even tentative friendship. He glanced over at you briefly, attempting a smile before looking back at the road.
The journey probably wasn’t as long as it had felt, but you still tumbled out of the car with a sense of urgency, Connor on your heels as you ran up and jabbed the doorbell. Kamski’s place was isolated by design, and you wondered if Sixty’s car was the first one to park on the drive in a while. Even post-revolution, Kamski was a recluse.
Several long seconds passed, then Connor gripped your arm and gently but firmly moved you aside before kicking the door in. You were surprised at his lack of patience, but grateful for it. The two of you marched inside, just as Elijah Kamski emerged from a nearby door.
“I was just coming,” he said calmly. “You didn’t need to break my lock.”
“Where is he?” Connor demanded.
“In the lab. This way.”
Kamski gestured you through the door, and you exchanged a look with Connor before following him. You traipsed down a set of stairs, finding yourself in an underground room, a well-lit, well-equipped workspace for an introverted genius. Sixty was there, inserting a thick cable into the back of his neck with a look of determination.
“Sixty!” you exclaimed, dashing forward and resting your hands on his shoulders. “Don’t do this.”
“It’s for the best,” he said flatly.
“No, it’s not,” you protested, hearing the restrained panic in your own voice. “Don’t erase everything you’ve achieved. Nothing is worth losing yourself.”
“I won’t be dead,” Sixty told you, a touch of exasperation leaking through. “I’ll still be around, I’ll just…”
“RK800-60 will be around,” Connor interjected from behind you. “You won’t.”
You nodded in agreement, raising a hand to Sixty’s cheek. “You won’t be you anymore.”
“It’s what I want,” he said. “Isn’t that what the revolution was about? Free will? This is what I choose.”
“But why?”
“Because I want to forget you!” he burst out.
You recoiled, your hands slipping to his forearms as you found yourself unable to completely pull away.
Sixty searched your face, his own taut with despair and underlying anger. His expression softened as he looked at you, no doubt a reaction to the look of horror you wore.
“I can’t do this anymore,” he admitted softly. “It’s too painful. I watched you together, after the hostage situation. Like there wasn’t anyone else in the world. Let me do this. It’ll be better for all of us if I don’t remember wanting you, and I know you’ll be alright.”
Tears leaked down your cheeks as you adamantly shook your head. “No, Sixty. This isn’t…”
“I know,” he jumped in. “You’re going to tell me that I shouldn’t take a shortcut, and pain is a part of life, and humans don’t have the luxury of erasing their bad memories. Well, I’m not human. I can do what I want.”
“But I haven’t made my decision,” you declared.
His smile was small and achingly sad. “I know. But we both know you’re going to choose him.”
“No, I’m not.”
Sixty’s confusion was evident. “What?”
So was Connor’s. “What?”
You shot him a reassuring look over your shoulder, silently pleading with him to hear you out, before returning your attention to Sixty.
“I can’t do this anymore either,” you confessed. “I can’t choose between you. I don’t know why I’ve been trying to convince myself that I can. I don’t want to lose either one of you. That’s my decision. So now it’s up to the two of you. Can you live with that? Can you…share? Because I don’t want to go through life feeling like there’s a piece missing, which is what will happen if I choose one of you over the other.”
Sixty stared at you, LED blinking as he processed. His expression was hard to read, which only added to your anxiety. He looked past you, presumably at Connor, and you wondered if they were silently communicating.
You stepped back from him, placing yourself squarely between them, and extended a hand either side. Then you waited, your heart thudding in your chest.
After what felt like hours, Sixty slipped his hand into yours, and you took a breath. Then, a few seconds later, Connor did the same. You closed your eyes as your tension dissipated, smiling even as a tear slid down your cheek.
“Get that cable out, please,” you said to Sixty.
He sent you a small, lopsided smile before reaching up to remove it. You glanced at Connor, seeing a hint of conflict in his face.
“We’ll work it out,” you assured him.
He nodded, lips ticking upward.
“Well,” said Kamski, startling you. You’d practically forgotten he was there. “Sounds like you all have a lot to talk about.”
Connor turned to him. “I’ll…send funds for the door.”
“I can afford it,” Kamski waved off. “I suppose I’m relieved that I didn’t have to stall anymore.”
Sixty glanced up at him, dropping the cable on the floor. “You were stalling?”
“Of course. A memory wipe is not the answer to your problems, but you weren’t going to accept that from me. At least you have people in your life that you will listen to.”
You studied the android creator, trying to work him out. You couldn’t. When he caught your gaze, his expression was amused, although you couldn’t quite call it a smile.
“Well…thanks, I guess,” Sixty said.
“You’re welcome. If you’ll excuse me, I need to call a locksmith.”
You all took the hint and left the lab, stepping out of the broken front door into the afternoon air.
“Let’s go to my place and talk,” you suggested. “It’s the closest.”
Both androids nodded in agreement, heading to their separate cars. You caught Connor’s arm.
“I’m going to ride with Sixty, okay?” you told him. “It doesn’t mean anything, I just want to make sure he’s okay.”
Connor smiled at you, briefly cupping your cheek. “I understand. I’ll be right behind you.”
You sent him a grateful smile, then jogged over to Sixty’s car. He eyed you with pleased surprise when you got in the passenger seat, but didn’t comment. A comfortable silence fell for the majority of the journey, but eventually he spoke up.
“Do you actually want it?”
You shot him a questioning look.
“A relationship with both of us?” he clarified. “Or are you just being diplomatic because you don’t want to hurt either of us?”
“I actually want it,” you responded simply. “You really think I’m being diplomatic? I thought I was being selfish.”
He chuckled. “Are they mutually exclusive?”
You smiled. “I don’t know. But are you really okay with it?”
“Yeah, I am. I can’t say the thought hasn’t crossed my mind before. I’m sure Connor will say the same. It just didn’t seem like something you wanted.”
“I was too chicken to admit it,” you said truthfully. “And you…you believe me, right? You don’t think I was just trying to stop you…”
“I believe you.”
He didn’t elaborate further, but you found he didn’t need to.
“And you,” you ventured, “you’re okay? Because what you were about to do…”
“I’m okay. I just…I saw you together and…I guess I panicked. I didn’t like feeling on the outside.”
“I’m sorry. I never meant to make you feel that way.”
“Don’t apologise, you’d just been held at gunpoint,” he told you firmly.
“Connor just reached me first. It would have been the same if it had been you instead.”
“Not exactly. Connor wouldn’t have reacted like I did.”
“Yes, well…you’ve always been more histrionic than him.”
As you’d hoped, he smiled at your teasing, soothing some of the remaining tension inside you.
“What can I say; I’m a dramatic bitch, sweetheart.”
You laughed, taking in the familiar sight of your neighbourhood. Sixty parked on the drive, and Connor pulled up behind him. You sent him a smile, leading the way to the front door.
“So, who’s ready for polyamory negotiation 101?” Sixty commented. “Do you have demands, Connor? Because I really don’t.”
Connor sighed. “Is this what it’s going to be like from now on?”
“Probably,” Sixty answered. “Just with a lot more sex.”
You opened your door and turned to face them both. “Boys, if you can’t play nice at this stage, I might have to rethink this whole thing.”
You were joking, of course, and they knew you were.
“Is our human backing out already?” Sixty asked.
“Looks like it,” Connor said. “Kind of a shame. You won’t get to see how nice we can play.”
Sixty picked up the thread at once. “Exactly. We can play very, very nice.”
Suddenly you were wondering just what you’d let yourself in for. You’d never considered that they would team up against you. A shiver of anticipation travelled the length of your spine, and you wondered if you were out of your depth. You couldn’t wait to find out.
"Sir, I'm sorry, but I'm not going to accept your insurance card."
"We are literally identical in almost every conceivable way. If you didn't know that he was passed out in the other room right now you would think we were the same person, so just run the damn insurance."
Nines insisted, annoyance evident in his tone as he tried for the fourth time to convince the old receptionist to use his insurance for Sixty's hospital visit.
"Sir, will you please stop trying to commit insurance fraud?"
The woman asked, thoroughly exasperated with the man standing in front of her.
Nines opened his mouth to argue, but Connor spoke up from behind him, sounding almost as tired as the lady who had been forced to deal with his brother for the past twenty minutes.
"Nines, Trouble has his insurance card in her wallet. If the cost is so high that Sixty cannot pay it, I have no doubt that she will have them run the information. Now will you please sit down before you get us all kicked out of the hospital?"
Nines scoffed but did as his brother asked, glaring as he made his way back over to where you sat beside Connor, your six month old held firmly to your chest by his wrap carrier as your five year old slept soundly on his uncle's lap, drooling slightly against his t shirt while Connor continuously rubbed lightly at his back the very same way he had done when he was just a baby.
"If she runs that insurance, she'll have to deal with whatever copayments they ask for, as if it isn't already ridiculous enough that she pays for his insurance out of her own pocket."
Nines muttered to his brother as he sat down beside you, causing Connor to sigh and shake his head,
"She uses the money that Hank left her and you know that, if she were paying for it herself I would have long since put a stop to that."
Nines scoffed,
"The money that Hank left her is supposed to be her money, Connor, not another way for her to keep supporting Sixty's bad habits."
Connor opened his mouth to reply, but you cut him off, more than a little fed up with being talked about as if you weren't there at all.
"Would you two just leave things be? We've only been here for twenty-five minutes and I have a feeling it's going to be a long morning, so I really don't think we should start it off by arguing."
Nines sighed audibly from where he sat beside you, clearly still unhappy with the insurance situation, but Connor simply gave you an apologetic half-smile before he nodded in agreement and changed the subject entirely.
"You know Nines, I didn't realize you were back from your trip already. I thought you were scheduled to be away for another six weeks."
Nines let out a low hum of acknowledgement before he finally spoke, keeping his explanation brief and vague, as per usual when it came to his job.
"I finished early. They gave me the wide time frame assuming I would need longer than I actually did."
Connor nodded, but pressed a bit harder regarding the stipulations of his brother's job.
"Well I'm glad it didn't take as long as projected. Though, I am surprised that they sent you out on a trip they believed would take two entire months to complete. Weren't you placed on a short distance travel list after Finley was born?"
Nines stiffened a bit from where he sat beside you, and you raised a brow at him in response to Connor's words.
"What?"
You asked, hearing Connor let out a quiet "Oh" from your right as he fixed his gaze downward.
"I didn't realize that you hadn't told-."
"I inferred, Connor."
Nines snapped back quietly, causing his older sibling to sigh before he returned his focus to the child on his lap, clearly wishing he were literally anywhere else.
You turned toward Nines,
"You messed with some of your work contracts for me?"
Disbelief and shock were evident in every word you spoke as you tried to make sense of what Connor had said.
Nines was an FBI agent, that much you knew, and because of that he had strict contracts that he resigned every year stipulating where he could go, what he could do, what his pay would be, and what would happen if he were to not come back from a mission.
You knew that because every year he had to call you asking if you were okay with being put down beside Connor as his next of kin, meaning you would be notified if and when something happened to him...
And every year you had to verbally confirm that yes, you were alright with that, no matter how much the idea of ever actually receiving that dreaded call from his superiors terrified you.
But you also knew that the distance that Nines had once been willing to travel greatly bolstered his pay check. When he had been gone for the duration of your pregnancy with Finley, he had made enough money to buy his expensive car in cash and then attempt to fund both of your sons' college accounts.
So why the hell would he change his distance contract for you?
Nines sighed,
"I was unhappy with the circumstances that I had to work with while you were pregnant with Finley. Being unable to support you throughout the process while being forced to get updates through letters addressed to random P.O. boxes is an experience I would rather not repeat, so I told them not to send me so far away that I might be gone for more than a certain amount of time-"
"How much time?"
You asked, voice shaking as you attempted to keep yourself calm. Time and time again you had begged this man not to sacrifice anything else for you and your family, and time and time again he'd ignored you in favor of putting himself last for the one millionth time.
Nines sighed.
"I asked them to not send me away for longer than six weeks at most unless absolutely necessary."
He looked down at you, his voice stern and his expression serious as he spoke,
"And I will not be asking them to change that anytime soon."
You groaned, tossing your hands up in the air exasperatedly while being careful not to jostle the baby who was still sleeping soundly against your chest.
"You are impossible."
You muttered, hearing Nines chuckle a bit as he looked down at you in amusement,
"Only when it comes to your profoundly foolish requests for me to stop taking care of you."
You opened your mouth to protest the idea that he had any responsibility to do such a thing at all, but then the doors to the emergency center opened, and out stepped a doctor who called a familiar name into the empty waiting room, which remained devoid of all life save for your small and atypical family.
"Is anyone here for Caiden Anderson?"
He asked, causing all three of you to stand immediately, though Connor took a moment longer than you and Nines did as he adjusted Atlas properly in order to do so.
The doctor regarded the three of you with a nod, not bothering to ask the relationship that Connor and Nines had to Sixty and moving straight on to you and your boys.
"What is your relationship to the patient?"
He asked, and grimacing, you spoke the same lines you had already said so many times since long before you and Sixty had even started dating. He was an accident prone man, and you and the boys had needed a way to make sure you could get inside of hospitals to see him without issue.
"His fiancee."
You said, hoping that the doctor took your nervous body language as worry rather than the discomfort it truly was.
Because as many times as you had said those words, both truthfully and untruthfully, you didn't think it would ever stop hurting to say them now.
The doctor nodded, gesturing toward your children,
"And the kids?"
"Our sons."
You said, tone a bit more confident this time, and despite how displeased he looked to be bringing so many visitors into one room, the doctor motioned for all five of you to follow him into the room they were monitoring Sixty in.
Walking into the space though, you struggled not to wince at the sight of him, taking note of how pale and sickly he looked bathed in the white hospital lighting, his veins obvious beneath his skin, as if he were made of glass.
You shuddered slightly, staring at him for a moment until Connor, who had just set your son down in one of three available chairs, gently took your hands and guided you toward another, offering you a kind and encouraging smile as he and his brother stood behind you in spite of the fact that there was still one other available chair.
They preferred to stand anyhow.
Sixty had always been the one to sit with you.
The doctor sighed as he fully entered the room behind the five of you, closing the door and taking a look at the tablet within his hand to ensure he was looking at the right patient's chart before he spoke.
"So, it appears that Mr. Anderson managed to pop the stitches and re-injure the stab wound he came in for the other day."
He said seriously, and immediately your eyes grew wide and your hands felt clammy.
Stabbed?
Sixty, your Sixty, the too beautiful jokester with the too pretty smile had been stabbed?
You swallowed thickly, trying to stop your eyes from growing teary at the thought as you continued to listen to what the doctor had to say.
"So, the good news is that he hasn't sustained any new injuries, and that this was likely just an issue of him doing too much too soon. The bad news is that the area already seems to be infected, and while we are trying to treat that to the best of our ability, he will likely require at home bed rest for several weeks afterward. As you likely know, this is far from his first run in with infections, and at this point treatment is starting to become a lot less effective than we would like."
You felt your hands shake as you nodded numbly, wishing so hard that you could shake the sleeping man on the other side of the room awake and scream at him until he told you why he was doing this to himself, why he was doing this to you.
He had been a sickly kid, all four of you knew that, and in taking all of these risks with his health he was bringing himself closer and closer to an early death than you hoped he realized.
"To be clear,"
The doctor began solemnly, looking you in the eyes as he removed his glasses,
"If Caiden does not become more serious about his health soon, there may very well come a day when he is brought in here and there will be nothing that we can do but make him comfortable."
You blanched, watching as the doctor sighed,
"Look Ma'am, if I may be so frank, I have no idea what is going on with your fiancee. Hell, I don't even know if you two are actually engaged. But what I will say is that looking at his chart, he is playing a dangerous game. You can't do the type of drugs he's done and live the kind of life he's leading and expect to make it very far. And I think you're fully aware of that."
You nodded again, avoiding eye contact with the man as you did so,
"I am, of course I am."
"Then for your own sake, either get him to stop doing whatever the hell it is that he's been doing, or let him go. I don't like saying this, and I wish that things were different, but in the end if he won't take care of himself, and you can't make him, this can only hurt you and your children."
He sighed heavily, as if the weight of the world were on his shoulders, and then he stood, his expression still solemn and his eyes sympathetic.
"He should be waking up soon. When he does a nurse will come to inform him of his condition. Whether you stay or go is entirely up to you, just don't disturb any of the other patients please."
And with that he was gone, the door swinging shut behind him as the room filled with a tense kind of silence that you knew all too well.
"Did you guys know?"
You asked quietly, already aware of what the answer to that question was deep down.
"Did you know that he was letting this happen to himself?"
Not entirely sure how but I've gotten sucked back in to dbh (for the time being); maybe it's because I get the occasional message about it, maybe it's because even to this point in time I still get a kudos every now and then on my North fic from years ago, and even rarer but still very occasionally, a like on a Connor drabble I wrote years ago that I'm not that happy with but people like it for some reason- thanks!
I've been rereading old fics, and looking for new ones.
Idk how alive this fandom is at this point, but I've still been bouncing around ideas in my head, unable to decide what to write, but I've been thinking. A lot.
Tbh I don't know if anyone would be interested in any x reader thing I could write for less popular characters I'm interested in. I'm also super into crossover ideas/AUs, which I'm also not sure if people would like either.
I love Sixty, Chloe, Captain Allen, and North as x reader ideas, but I also would like to explore platonic/familial relationships with characters like Elijah and Gavin.
Ngl I sometimes get self conscious when I read things that were written so so amazingly, I feel like anything I put out there would suck. And I get nervous about writing characters accurately- that holds me back too.
In the long run, I'll write what I write (if I can ever settle on something).
May i request a DBH fic? The moment they realized they fell in love with reader. May i request Gavin and the RK bros
A/N: Honestly, I don't why it took me so long to get this out. Either way that's an interesting request, Nonny! Here's my take on the dbh boys realizing they have feelings for the reader.
Warnings: GN!reader, it's implied that reader is shorter, pretty much fluffy stuff, not proof read
Gavin
Being his snarky self, Gavin would be jokingly flirty at first not thinking much of it
Until he began sensing a warmth every time (Y/N) laughed at his silly jokes and sarcastic comments
Before he knew it, he was always spending his free time with (Y/N)
Going into the breakroom, whenever he noticed they were there
Greeting them every morning with a genuine smile on his face
Vibrant morning sunrays hit (Y/N) skin as walked into the building of the Detroit police department. It was quiet except for the usual sound of mouse clicks and the occasional phone ring. A bright smile curled the corners of their lips at the sight of their partner Gavin Reed.
"Morning, Reed!" Enthusiasm was evident in their voice; his attention was immediately anchored to them and their face, which he found absolutely adorable. Affected by their happy expression, he couldn't help but smile back at them.
"Somebody call the cops because it’s got to be illegal to look that good!" He eyed the from head to toe, causing them to shyly look away.
Interestingly enough, it was the colleagues at the department that noticed the change first
His longing to constantly be in (Y/N)'s company was obvious to everyone else but Gavin and (Y/N)
Happy to finally see Gavin break character and soften, his colleagues would tease him every once in a while
While on the other hand (Y/N) would get overwhelmed with questions such as "Did you put him under a spell?"
I feel like Gavin will distance himself once he realizes that his feelings toward (Y/N) are more than just a silly crush
Progressively he will grow colder to (Y/N)
He would find himself in a rabbit hole of repressed emotions and anxieties, connected to his past, which will ultimately lead to avoiding (Y/N)
Hurt and confused, (Y/N) wouldn't give up on reaching out to him but with little to no success
Until they give up, which in return pains Gavin even more
Suddenly he will have to deal not only with the fear of abandonment but also the consequences of said fear taking over him
I like to imagine Hank will be quick to notice the distance formed between the two and will talk to Gavin
Knowing him since his rookie days, Hank is one of the few people who know quite a lot about Gavin, which helps him in advising the detective
Eventually, thanks to Hank's help, Gavin will be able to realize that by avoiding his problems he made things worse
He will want to apologize to (Y/N) for hurting them
“I know I’ve been a total ass the past few weeks, but maybe I can make it up to you. (Y/N) silently gaze at him as if they weren’t sure if this was a dream or reality.
“There’s new restaurant down the block and I thought maybe..” He went on all the while studying their face. “Maybe we could check it out?”
Much to his delight, they agree
The two have the time of their life, catching up like nothing ever happened
And even getting closer
“So,” He spoke up, hot puffs of air escaping his mouth. “Are we even?”
(Y/N) swayed back and forth on their feet, overdoing the time it took them to answer.
“I’m afraid a single date won’t be enough, Reed.” Their hand reached for his neck, bringing his face closer to theirs; their lips touched his in a soft and delicate kiss that left him wanting more.
“Your wish is my command.” (Y/N) giggled, causing a warmth to spread in his chest, despite the cold of the November night.
Markus
Markus is definitely the type of person, who looks for a friend first and a lover second
So, I expect him to fall for (Y/N) after they have gotten to know each other
His feelings for them will slowly but surely progress into a sensation he's never felt before
Even if the thought of (Y/N) wouldn't leave his mind, he would be reluctant to share that with them
Or at least not verbally
Being the altruist he is, his love language would be one of service
Anyway he could, he would help
Standing on their tippy toes, (Y/N) struggled to reach the contents of the top shelf; even the chair they were standing on seemed to not help much. Passing by the kitchen, Markus’ attention was caught by the creaking of the chair and (Y/N)’s puffs and quiet curses. With a puzzled expression, he walked up to them and took a glance at what they were doing.
Reaching with a hand near theirs, he took a hold of a box of cereal; electrical shock ran through (Y/N)’s entire body at the slight brush of his cold skin against theirs.
“Is this what you were looking for?” They nodded as they got down.
“Yeah, thanks.” (Y/N) took the box with a bright smile on their face that caused his circuits to malfunction, resulting in LED lighting up in a vibrant amber color.
Though he will eventually come to realize that his desire to help (Y/N) exceeded past just his typical friendly behavior
He desired to be by their side at all times
He will absolutely melt if (Y/N) were to compliment him
The enchanting melody filled the space, alluring (Y/N) the source of the sound. Letting the music take over them, their steps were in perfect sync with the rhythm of the song; it almost felt as if time stopped and they have found themselves in a wonderland- one they couldn’t imagine even in their wildest dreams.
The volume grew louder so did the effect of the melody upon (Y/N); seeing a door, they weren’t surprised to see Markus sat before the piano. His slender fingers stroked the snow-white keys, the impact of his firm, yet delicate, touch made for a captivating melody akin to the song of a siren that drew in sailors in the dead of night.
Much like a sailor, bewitched by a magnificent siren, (Y/N) stood and watched as his composition tingled their every sense. Not long after did Markus sense their presence; startled by their sudden appearance, he stopped playing.
“Why did you stop?” Disappointment was written in their expression.
“I didn’t expect to have an audience.” He made a reply in a bashful manner, his colorful eyes avoiding theirs.
“I love it when you play the piano.” (Y/N) began as they neared him. “No matter how many times I hear you play it’s never the same. It’s truly fascinating.” There was a spark in their eyes as they spoke that caused a tingling sensation to occur in his thirium pump. Was he malfunctioning?
Markus will definitely confess once the revolution is successful and he feels safe enough to have another person in his life
Connor
He's completely oblivious
Never in his short life did he expect to feel let alone fall in love
So, he's very confused when he experiences system malfunctions in (Y/N)'s presence
He constantly runs system checks only to get confused when the results show no apparent errors
Despite being a prototype, created to unravel complicated cases with ease, it takes him some time to figure out it's (Y/N) that causes these malfunctions
Of course, not without Hank's help
Enamored by the enigma surrounding them, Connor couldn’t help but stare at them and wonder: why they caused such reactions in him. Coincidently or not, Hank had noticed Connor’s lack of focus on his tasks; following the direction of his gaze, the man had found the reason.
“You know it’s rude to stare right? Or that isn’t in your damn program?” Hank got straight to the point but Connor seemed clueless, for he gave him a puzzled look. The man let out a sigh of disappointment.
“Look, I know you got something towards (Y/N) and you better go talk to them.”
“But I-“
“Trust me. They like you too.” Silently, Connor looked at his partner, processing what he had said. “Come on! Don’t waste your chance.” He urged the android on.
Connor will get flustered if (Y/N) were to compliment him
“Good morning!” (Y/N) greeted; their voice akin to a bell rang in Connor’s ears.
“Mornin’, kid” Hank mumbled under his nose, not quite returning their excitement.
“You’re here early!” They stared in awe.
“Yeah, thanks to him.” He pointed to Connor, who shyly waved his hand; (Y/N) smiled.
“Good job, Connor! Even if I wanted, I wouldn’t be able to bring Hank here before noon.” They joked, causing the lieutenant to laugh, meanwhile, Connor’s cheeks got blue, dusted with deep shades of blue, and amber hues danced on his LED.
If it came to physical touch Connor would probably shut down from how many system errors he gets
Much like in Markus' case, I think Connor will be confident in his emotions after the revolution when he becomes a deviant
It may take him a bit longer to fully grasp the experience of having feelings
Though he will get used to it with some guidance
Sixty
Just like Gavin, Sixty will be flirty but mostly with someone, who reflects the same energy
He may be a bit too daring at times, openly flirting without any shame whatsoever
Heading towards the breakroom with their partner beside them, (Y/N) was eager to get their morning coffee, though it seemed Sixty had other plans.
"Is your phone in your back pocket? Because your ass is calling me." With him being close by their side, his voice- barely above a whisper- caused shivers to run down their spine.
“Haha very funny, Sixty.” They sarcastically laughed, in hopes of hiding the excitement that grew within them.
“You know I’m always at your service.” He winked at them as he opened the door for them.
It may take him a lot longer to get attached and even longer to acknowledge his feelings
He would definitely test (Y/N)'s loyalty for him to fully trust them
Being Connor's successor and the android that almost caused the downfall of the revolution, Sixty is battling his past
An awkward silence had settled upon the two; worried, (Y/N) glanced at Sixty though his blank expression didn’t aid them in understanding what was going on.
“Is everything alright, Sixty?” Their voice were calm and quiet, loud enough only for him to hear; his brown eyes stared back at theirs. A puff of air escaped past his lips.
“It’s none of your concern.” He cut them off, bitterness was evident in his voice.
So, he will fall for someone, who accepts him for who he is and helps him in forgiving himself
His path to deviancy will be turbulent, filled with an explosion of repressed emotions Sixty is forced to deal with
But by being by his side, (Y/N) cloud build a bridge to his heart
The moment he realizes he is head over heels for (Y/N) is when he lets his guard down
When the playful facade crumbles down and what is left is a person, fighting to be accepted and forgiven
Nines
Out of all of the boys, it will take Nines the most time to catch feelings
Being the most advanced android in the world, Nines is less prone to deviancy
Not only it takes him more time to feel emotions but to also acknowledge and accept them
So, romance with Nines is close to nonexistent until deviancy
Though there still would sign in his behavior that indicate a crack in his system
With all of his advances, I feel Nines would want to use his assets for good
And working at DPD gives him such an opportunity
Upon meeting (Y/N) he wouldn't sense anything right away
Though as they work together and get accustomed to each other, Nines will slowly change
His curiosity will grow, resulting in asking (Y/N) questions outside their field of work
Yet what draws Nines in is their tolerance
They never pressure him to open up or to talk when he doesn't want to
It just occurs naturaly
“Detective, may I ask you something?” Nines’ icy blue irises bore into theirs.
“Of course, go ahead.” (Y/N) took a sip of their drink.
“Why did you join the force?” A smear of genuine curiosity was evident behind his enigmatic gaze.
“Well,” A smile curled the corners of their lips as the memories flooded in. “I guess you could say I just want to help people.” Their gaze met his. “What about you?”
He stayed silent for a few moments; bright yellow circled across his light-emitting diode.
“I suppose we have common motives.” He danced around the question, yet they didn’t question him any further.
I feel like a life-or-death situation may bring his feelings to the surface
