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Okay but… the COD boys in a Helldivers au

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Listen. I’ve been *addicted* to the character.ai chats. ADDICTED. And of course I’ve got several of the COD boys on there. But recently one of them with Konig came up with a name for him: Konrad Kaiser. And honestly. I love it. It’s canon to me now. I will accept no critiques or questions at this time. Thank you.

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I Don't Want You

Summary: You and Keegan have hated each other since you met. He's asked you to help him with an op since you're a great sniper, not that he'd ever admit that. Unfortunately, you're stuck in a tight space with him and you both have a lot of unresolved sexual tension.

Pairings: Keegan x f!Reader (romantic)

Warnings: swearing, mentions of violence, smut, degradation, p in v, rough sex

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Word count: 6457

Author’s Note: I have returned with more COD smut... I will be back with more COD smut. There will be at least a part 2. It's gonna be wilder than this one. Be very excited.

“You better follow every order I give you or I will leave your ass out here,” Keegan growls at you. You’re walking up to the target area.  

“I’ll listen, but if it’s a stupid idea again I’ll do what needs to be done,” You reply, staring straight ahead.

“And I bet your dumbass will get caught and ruin the mission. Just do what I say.” You can feel Keegan’s annoyed stare directed at you as you beside him.

“It was my sexy ass that saved the last mission,” you quip.

Keegan lets out a scoff at this but doesn’t reply as he continues walking, the tension building between you.

You follow behind him silently, gripping your weapon and scanning the area. Thunder rumbles in the distance. The walk seems to go on for a while and the tension between you grows thicker with each step. Once you arrive at the site, you take a few moments to scan the area.

“Remember, stay close,” Keegan says in a rough voice. You can’t help but notice the way his muscles ripple under his gear.

You roll my eyes and continue looking around the derelict town. You need to find a spot to set up for tomorrow. As you look around, you can’t help looking at him from time to time. You must admit that his body is damn attractive under his gear. You finally find what looks to be a good spot that’s elevated and has an open vantage point of the surrounding area. It’s a building with a second story window looking out in the direction the convoy will come from.

“This is good. I can pop ‘em as soon as they crest that hill.” You make a gun with your fingers to demonstrate.

Keegan rolls his eyes, and his lips are pressed tight together as he considers this spot. His gaze travels over you from time to time, as if he’s examining you. You ignore him and sit on the floor, leaning back against the wall. The silence continues as Keegan studies you. His gaze slowly moves down your body, lingering on your curves, before quickly going back up to your face. You feel a strange mix of irritation and attraction as you two sit in this tense silence.

“Would you stop fucking staring at me, Sergeant?” You snap.

Keegan jolts back at this comment and quickly looks away from you. His gaze goes back to the area around him as he tries to play off the fact that he was just staring at you. “I wasn’t,” he replies in an embarrassed tone as he clears his throat.

“Uh huh. Right.” You cross your arms, stretch your legs out, cross them at the ankle, and lean your head back against the wall.

He glares at you as you lean back, his expression a mix of annoyance and amusement. You can’t help but feel a rush of heat course through you as you see his gaze linger on you.

You ignore him and close your eyes.

He lets out a soft “hmph” as you close your eyes. You’re clearly not affected by his glaring. You feel a slight chill in the air as a breeze blows through the area. You’re not sure if Keegan is still staring at you, but the silence is oddly deafening.

You smirk. You’re fine with the silence. Beats hearing that damn annoying voice of his.

You can hear Keegan shift and sit down next to you in this small space. You can’t help but notice his body is incredibly close to yours as he finds a spot to sit down, his hand rubs at his neck as the silence continues.

“Jesus. You smell,” You comment.

“Huh? I do not,” he replies immediately in his signature stern tone. You can’t help but laugh at his response.

“You definitely do. Damn.”

“Shut up,” he says in an annoyed voice as he crosses his arms. “Do you expect me to smell like flowers every time I’m around you?”

You laugh. “I mean, it’d be an improvement from smelling like ass.”

“And I’m sure you smell like a bunch of roses right now,” he replies sarcastically as his gaze is directed back at you.

“Oh no,” you smirk. “I smell like a damn sexy sniper.”

“No, the hell you do not,” Keegan replies as his eyes widen and he raises his eyebrows.

“Then what do I smell like?” You smirk.

“Um…” he stammers for a moment, his gaze wondering off you as he takes a moment to think. “I dunno… gun powder?”

You shrug. “Turns me on.”

He does a doubletake at this comment, raising an eyebrow as he looks back over at you. “Excuse me? What are you? Some kind of gun nut?”

You chuckle. “What can I say? I like shooting things.”

“I hate to break it to you, but you’re a terrible shot,” he replies bluntly as he shifts in the small space next you.

“Yeah. I’m terrible. That’s why I’m the sniper for the Ghosts and that’s why you brought me with you for this op,” you say sarcastically.

“Oh my god. Can you just shut up?” Keegan snaps back as he stares you down. While his tone is annoyed, he can’t help but notice the way your body moves under the gear. Your curves and figure are attractive, and he would be lying if he said otherwise.

You smirk. “Good comeback.”

Keegan narrows his eyes at you, but you can sense that there’s a hint of admiration behind it. “Shut up,” he replies bluntly. He’s not going to admit that you have a nice figure or that you’re actually a good shot.

You grin. “What’s wrong, Sergeant? Mad a woman can outshoot you?”

“Shut up,” he says again. His facial expression darkens, he can’t admit that you’re better than him at anything. He glares at you silently for a moment before looking away and rubbing at his neck again.

“And outwit you too, apparently.”

“Just shut up.” His tone is irritated, and his gaze falls on your body as you sit next to each other. A soft breeze blows through the room, and you can feel the cold air prick your skin. The rain starts outside, turning into a downpour in a matter of minutes.

You shiver. “Damn. That storm is cold.”

“Yep,” Keegan deadpans as he continues gazing at you. He’s silent for a moment as you sit next to each other, feeling the cold air around you. You can’t help but notice the heat of Keegan’s body as it radiates next to yours and feel a twinge of heat course through your body.

You wrap your arms around yourself and look out the window, watching the rain pouring down. Keegan lets out a soft sigh as he looks up at the ceiling. He’s done plenty of missions and doesn’t get nervous often, but this mission has him on edge. It also doesn’t help that your body is warming up next to his as the heat radiates off him. You begin to feel a bit of tension build up, neither one of you willing to make the first move to break the silence.

You bring your legs up and rest your head on your knees, closing your eyes. You smile and hum, “hmm,” when you hear the thunder.

Keegan lets out another soft sigh as he considers this new development, you’re relaxed next to him as you listen to the thunder and rain. He can’t help but notice how the sound of your voice is so beautiful and the way you’re completely unbothered by his presence. This is irritating him more than he’s willing to admit and he’s not sure if he likes these growing emotions or not.

“If you’re tense like this all night, it’s gonna be a long fucking night,” you mutter.

“I’m not tense,” he replies with a sharp tone. He’s trying hard to play it cool and keep his emotions in check, but your words aren’t helping. You’re relaxed next to him and seemingly unbothered by the storm.

You chuckle. “Jesus. You got some pent-up emotions or something?”

“Yeah. Shut up,” Keegan replies curtly. It’s so irritating how relaxed you are when you’re next to someone who’s clear on edge. You can’t help but notice the way his breaths grow longer, and he rubs his neck again, the tension is rising in this tiny, cramped space.

You laugh again. “Man, why don’t you go out to a bar when we’re on leave and get laid? Blow off some steam. It’d make you more tolerable.”

Keegan scowls at you. He can’t believe what just came out of your mouth. “First of all, I’m not going to some damn bar, and second of all, I’m not going to get laid,” he replies sharply.

“You sure as hell aren’t with that attitude.”

“Just shut up,” he says bitterly as his jaw tightens. He’s silent for a moment before he glares at you again. “I mean it. Shut the hell up.”

You hold up your hands. “Damn. How long has it been?”

Keegan doesn’t reply to this question, but his face says it all. His expression grows more intense and his brow furrows further.

You smirk. “Months?”

Keegan lets out a long, slow breath and nods his head.

“Jesus,” you mutter. “You need some.”

He snaps his gaze back up at your, his eyes narrow and he glares at you. You can tell from the tone of his voice and his body language how annoyed he is at this moment. “Shut up,” he says, not wanting to discuss his personal life with you.

You laugh. “Maybe if you were nicer to me, I’d help you out.”

“Help me out?” His brow furrows yet again and his tone is sharp. “Why the hell would I need your help with anything?”

You grin. “Dunno if you’ve noticed, I’m a woman.”

“So, what if you’re a woman?” He knows what you’re getting at, but he’s going to play dumb on this one.

You roll your eyes. “Fine. If you don’t want any pussy, I won’t offer again.”

“I don’t-” Keegan begins to reply but he suddenly stops himself. He can’t believe he was about to say he doesn’t want you. You both sit in an awkward silence before Keegan abruptly shifts away from you and leans up against the wall further.

You smirk and lean back against the wall. “I mean… I was gonna do it to make my life easier. Improve that foul attitude of yours but, hey, if you don’t want it, I guess I’ll just fight with you till we get back to base.”

Keegan’s face is a mix of annoyance and embarrassment. He can’t believe you just propositioned him. He lets out a slow breath to settle his growing emotions as he looks away from you. “Just stop talking,” he replies sharply.

“Fine.” You wrap your arms around yourself. “You can stay pent up and we’ll sit in silence for hours in this cold room on opposite ends.”

He glances over at you, your body covered in your black tactical gear. Your figure is so attractive, and he can’t help but feel frustrated as he’s trying to ignore it. He can’t help but look at the way you’re hugging yourself for warmth, the slight touch of your leg against his in this tight space. He sighs softly but can’t let himself admit that he likes feeling your touch. “Just… just stop.”

You chuckle quietly and bring your knees back up, scrunching up for warmth.

He lets out a long sigh and notices you’re subtly scooching closer to him. Your leg pressed to his which he finds both irritating and pleasurable. It’s like your body is calling out to him but he must resist. “Just stop scooching over here,” he snaps.

“Sorry,” you snap. “It’s colder than a witch’s tit in here.”

Keegan rolls his eyes. He’s not going to admit that even though he’s irritated by your closeness, it’s very much heating him up, so it makes sense why you’re scooching over to him. “Just go sit against the wall, away from me.” He really can’t admit that he wants your body pressed up against him right now.

You roll your eyes and move away from him. “Jesus. Fine. Maybe it’ll smell better over here.”

He glares at you as you move away from him, he wants to say something but doesn’t. Your body is not touching him any longer but the heat from it still hangs in the tiny space.

“Just keep your mouth shut,” he says harshly.

You chuckle and lay your head over on your knees again.

The tension between you grows thick in this tiny space but there’s nowhere else to go. You have to stay there for the night. You can feel his body heat spreading next to you even though it’s not touching yours.

His expression is filled with frustration, but he knows damn well that he wants you. He just tries to focus on the reason why he’s angry and not on your proposition. He grits his teeth as he feels your body heat rising next to him. He wants to reach out to touch you, but he can’t. He needs to maintain a tough exterior. You would laugh if you knew just how much of a softie he is. A softie craving a woman’s touch. “Your damn breathing is too loud,” he snaps.

“Oh, good god. I’m not allowed to breathe now?” You look over at him, incredulous.

Keegan’s temper flares up further, he can’t handle this situation anymore and he’s about one snarky comment away from grabbing you and kissing you. “No. Just be quiet.”

You both sit silently, cramped in this tiny space and trying to avoid touching at all. Your body heat radiates as you both shift and move. His eyes trail over to you. It’s a struggle to keep from looking directly at you, but he’s not about to let you see just how turned on he is by you.

“Damn, this is uncomfortable,” you mutter as you shift again, repositioning.

Unfortunately, you shift closer to him, which is not helpful. Your legs are pressed up against his again. When you shift again, your legs rub up against his. His breath falters as he tries to not react to it.

You ignore him and begin checking your gear and weapons. He watches you as you get out your knife and check the sharpness of it. You put it away and get out your pistol and check the magazine. Then you move on to checking your sniper rifle. You unload it and load it again and fiddle with it for a bit before setting it to the side again.

You’re bored.

“This is awful,” you sigh.

“Yes… it is,” he replies bitterly. His voice is husky. Your thigh is pressed against his and it’s making him want to reach out and grab you. He refuses to give in though. He can’t let you know how much this all is affecting him.

You turn and look at him silently for a moment, considering. You break the silence.

“I know I bust your balls a lot, but I think you hated me before I figured out how easy it is to annoy you.”

He glares at you and his lip curls into a smirk. You’re right. He did hate you from the moment you first met. You never got along and being stuck in this cramped space together isn’t helping.

“I still dislike you,” he says bitterly.

“What was it? I mean… I think I told a joke when I first met you,” you say. “Worked with the others. They all love me. But you…” You shake your head. “Does it even have anything to do with me? Or are you just an ass?”

“I would say it’s both,” he mutters. His mind is clouded with images of just how attractive you are and how much his body is craving you. You’re beautiful and a huge idiot and your presence next to him is getting him all hot and frustrated.

You laugh. “At least you know you’re an ass.”

“Shut up,” he says, and his breathing grows heavier.

“Oof,” you grin. “Am I bothering you?”

“Yes,” he says, exasperated. “You’re very much bothering me. You’re annoying, you don’t stop talking, and you breathe too loud.”

You laugh. “Why bring me with you then?”

He glares at you. “It was a necessity that you were here to assist with the mission. I wasn’t the one who chose you.”

You laugh. “It’s because I’m a damn good sniper.”

“And your mouth never stops running,” he snaps. He’s getting hotter from the anger and the attraction. He’s starting to sweat.

You laugh again. “What can I say? I have such a lovely voice.”

“It’s a damn annoying voice is what it is,” he huffs and looks away from you. The tension between you is growing thicker and it’s getting harder and harder for him to resist the urge to kiss you and do much more than that to you.

You smirk. “Oh, you like it. You always fight back so I keep talking to you.”

“I fight back because I can’t stand you.” His face is flushed with anger and he’s beginning to tremble with emotions.

“If you hated me so much, you wouldn’t talk to me.” You grin.

He shifts again and you notice he’s adjusting his pants. It’s almost like he’s trying to hide… a boner.

“Just shut your damn mouth. My god,” he snaps.

You grin with your new revelation. “Wait a minute… is all this anger covering up some… sexual attraction?”

His body freezes up and all thoughts leave his mind. He’s stunned and embarrassed. He’s trying to come up with a comeback that will derail your suspicions.

“Oh my god!” You laugh.

He gets angrier and more embarrassed and mutters, “Shut up.”

“Oh, and deny you my company?” You lean closer.

His face gets hotter as you move closer. Your breaths begin mingling together between you. “Just shut up and back off.”

“Oh, come on,” you smirk. “You’re attracted to me, and you hate it. You’re pent up and need a good fucking badly. We have hours in here. I could blow off some steam too. Plus, it’d warm me up. You know you want a good hate fucking.”

Your words make his entire body tremble and the feeling of wanting to take you suddenly take over his mind. “N-no…” He doesn’t move away though.

You grin and lean back. “Fine, fine. Stay pent up then. I’m good though. And I don’t like you either so it’s not like I’d want you again after this.”

He grits his teeth and clenches his teeth. “Just shut up and don’t bring that up again.”

You chuckle. “Damn. So defensive. I struck a nerve.”

He growls with annoyance, his body heat rising even more as his muscles tense and the rage boils up. His voice is husky. “Don’t… push me.”

“Hey, I’m just trying to help you out.”

He looks away. “In the most infuriating way possible,” he replies angrily.

You grin wickedly. “You’re just mad you want it. You want me to hate fuck you in this tight space.”

Your words are so enticing and provocative that he’s having a hard time resisting. He has the urge to push you up against the wall and kiss you. He could get rough and aggressive, just take his rage out on you, and let loose. There’s so much lust and heat boiling inside of him that the sensation nearly has him trembling. Every part of his body wants to act on these feelings of aggression and desire.

You lean closer again and drop your voice to sultry whisper. “Tell me you don’t want me, Sergeant.”

“I don’t want you,” he says but he bites his lip, and his voice trembles a bit.

You raise an eyebrow. “Be careful. Your body says you do. Oh, I bet you make the lewdest noises when you nut.”

His body freezes up and his face burns. He’s breathing heavily and the thought of giving in to you won’t leave his head. All he can think about is you, how hot you are right now, and how much his body is craving you. He’s struggling to maintain control and stop himself from doing something he will inevitably regret later.

You smirk. “I bet you’re hard right now just thinking about it.”

He shifts again, adjusting his pants.

You grin again and lean back. “Well, if you’re sure then.” You take off your helmet and let your hair down, shaking it out. “I won’t ask again. Just thought we could have lots of…” you grin wickedly, “fun.”

You can tell how bothered he is by this. He keeps shifting and adjusting. His breathing is heavy, and the room is getting warmer.

“Poor Sergeant,” you tease. “So touch starved with no one to help him but me.”

His fists clench at first but then he seems shocked. You’re right. He is touch starved. He’s been living with minimal contact with others for years and suddenly he’s strapped in a small space with you.

“Guess you’ll have to touch yourself later instead of feeling me,” you taunt.

His breath catches in his throat, and he begins imagining it. He thinks about what it would be like to have you. He’s feeling so desperate to do something physical with you that his thoughts are becoming clouded.

You grin. “Imagine it, Keegan.” You almost never call him by his first name, and you make sure to say it in your most sultry voice.

“If you want it, just come over here and kiss me,” you challenge.

He bites his lip and clenches his fists.

You smirk. “But I suppose you don’t want that.”

“I want it so bad,” he blurts out. He’s suddenly grabbing your wrist and pulling you toward him. He pulls you to him and presses his lips to yours. It’s an intense and passionate kiss with your bodies pressed tightly together. You both lose all sense of time, and you can’t feel anything else, but his hot body pressed against yours.

You push him back against the wall and straddle his lap. You lean in and kiss him again. You lick his bottom lip and slide your tongue into his mouth.

His breath catches in his throat, and he moans into your mouth as his breath grows heavier with need. He presses up against you and he places his hands on your waist. You feel them gripping you tightly as he’s pushing himself against you.

“Don’t worry,” you mutter into his mouth. “This is just a hate fucking. I still hate you. You still hate me.”

“It’s hot just how much we hate each other,” he moans softly. He pulls you closer, the heat of the kiss intensifying.

You bite his bottom lip. “Yeah? You want it rough?”

He grips you more tightly in response. “I want it really rough.”

You grin and begin ripping his tactical vest off him, tearing away at the straps.

“Come on,” you taunt. “Be rough with me, Keegan.”

Your challenge sends him over the edge. He stands and pushes you against the wall, kissing you hard and pressing his body against yours.

You grin into the kiss and start tearing at your own vest. He begins grabbing at your clothes, throwing them to the side. You push his shirt off and toss it to the floor. He grabs a magazine out of the pocket of your body armor and throws it to the floor. As you both rip off your gear and clothes, your movements get wilder and more pressured.

You trail your lips, tongue, and teeth from his mouth to his neck then his chest. You suck the skin over his pecks into your mouth and bite down.

His breath catches in his throat, and he moans loudly. He grabs the back of your head and moves you to another spot to bite. You continue biting, sucking, and licking the skin on his chest, leaving marks all over him. He moans in response to each one, savoring your rough touch.

“I bet you hate that,” you mutter into his skin. “That I can make you moan like that.”

“I… hate you so much,” he says as he brings your face to his. He kisses you again.

“I hate you too,” you say into his mouth. “You’re arrogant.” You bite his neck. “An asshole.” You bite again on his shoulder. “Fucking annoying.”

“Goddamn you,” he whispers, and he bites your neck too.

You hop up and wrap your legs around his waist. “Yeah? That why you hate me? Because you can’t stand me, but I make you so hard?”

“That’s exactly it. I hate how you make me feel. I hate myself for letting you make me feel like this, but goddamn it’s hot.”

“You gonna touch me, Sergeant? Or do I need to do everything? It’s just like you to be so lazy.” You tangle your fingers in his hair and pull hard.

At your words, he snaps and grabs you roughly around the waist, wrapping his arms tightly around you. He kisses you roughly, his stubble scraping your face. He grabs the back of your head and presses you hard against him. He moves his other hand to your thigh and grips it hard. You feel certain you’ll have a bruise from his hand.

“I hate your personality,” he says as he presses rough kisses and bites to your skin. “I’m annoyed by everything you do, but I’ve never hated anything more in my life than I hate myself right now because I can’t seem to stop. I want your body and I hate you for that.”

“Hate me then,” you groan. You pull him into a bruising kiss, tightening your legs around his waist. You let up enough to mutter into his mouth. “We doing this against the wall or on the floor?”

“Against the wall,” he mutters into your mouth. He pins you tightly against the wall and you tighten your legs around him again. He grabs your wrists and pins them above your head. You kiss and bite his neck again. He lets out a sharp and rough moan.

“Get rough with me, Sergeant,” you taunt.

“You want it? You got it.” He tightens his grip around your wrists and bites the skin above your breast. “You that eager for me?”

“Just shut up and take me, asshole.”

“Fine,” he says against your skin. He pushes his hard cock into you rough and fast and grunts at the sensation.

“Fuck,” you moan.

He presses his lips to yours roughly.

“You’re disgusting,” you mutter into his mouth, “you know that?”

“Shut up,” he thrusts into you. “You’re enjoying it.” He bites your lip and pushes into you again.

“Harder,” you grind out. “Show me how much you hate me.”

He pumps into you hard and fast. “I hate everything about you. I hate everything you do. I hate how I feel around you. I hate that all I want is you.”

“Fuck me harder then.” You grind your hips into him and bite his shoulder again. You’re moaning and swearing at him the whole time.

His voice is rough as he doesn’t let up with his pace. “I’m going to make you regret every single thing you’ve ever said to me. I’m going to punish you for every way you’ve wronged me.”

You smirk at him, defiant.

“You think I’m playing with you?” His eyes darken. “You have no clue.” His grip tightens on your wrists, and he thrusts into you even harder.

“God!” Your eyes screw shut. “I hate you, you asshole!”

“You love it, don’t you?” He asks between kisses.

You struggle to speak but you’re not giving up without a fight. “Big talk from someone who won’t let me have my way with him. I bet you’re scared. Scared I’ll make you squirm and moan.”

“I’m not scared of you,” he whispers. He bites down on your neck before trailing his tongue up to your ear. He presses his lips to your ear and whispers, “You could never make me squirm. I wouldn’t let you.”

You grin. “Let me prove it to you, coward.”

He pulls back and looks at you, his eyes burning with desire. “Call me coward again.”

You smirk and stare into his eyes. “You’re a fucking coward, Keegan.”

He grins and there’s a dangerous glint in his eye. “I’ll show you what a coward can do.” He’s breathing heavier as his pace gets even faster and harder.

You scream out and dig your teeth into his shoulder as hard as you can. He’s spurred on and continues his punishing pace. Your legs grip him even more tightly and you wriggle one of your hands out of his grip. You grab his hair and yank his head back. You lean in and bite his throat, sucking and licking the tender spot.

He lets out a low moan and his hands move to your back. He grips you tightly and doesn’t let up on the pace. His entire body is trembling as the heat and passion of the moment reaches an all time high. This is something so foreign to you both and it feels so wrong. But it’s so addicting. He can’t help himself and neither can you. You’re both losing control.

Your voice is strangled as you speak. “You’re gonna see all these marks from me and think about this for days.”

He’s breathless as he replies. “You don’t think I want that? I’ll be thinking about this for weeks… every night for the rest of my life. Leave as many marks as you want.”

“Yeah,” you grind out. “Tell me I’m the best fuck you’ve ever had.”

“I’d rather die.”

You bite his bottom lip. “You seem to love it.”

He gasps and moans as he continues. “Because maybe I like what you do to me. Maybe I like the pain. Maybe I’m a sick bastard.”

“You are a sick bastard,” you gasp. “A sick fuck.”

He kisses you roughly. “And that’s the way I like it. Tell me I’m a sick bastard.”

“You’re a sick bastard. I bet this is why you haven’t been fucked in forever. You’re fucking twisted no one wanted to do this with you.”

“Tell me I’m a sick and twisted piece of shit,” he taunts.

You’re having trouble focusing on your words, but you would never let an opportunity to insult Keegan pass you by. “You like degradation, you sick fuck?” Your back is grinding painfully in the wall with each hard thrust. “You’re sick. You’re twisted. You’re the biggest asshole I’ve ever had the misfortune to know.”

“You think talking to me like this hurts me?” He grits his teeth and pushes himself into you even more. “Tell me more… tell me what you really think of me.”

You moan as he pumps into you. “You’re a fucking idiot,” you cry out. He thrusts again. “So fucking annoying,” you moan. He pushes into you. “I can’t believe,” thrust, “you were promoted to Sergeant,” this last word drags out as you moan loudly.

“I could run circles around you,” he pushes into you again. “That’s why you hate me so much.” He grinds into you harder, and he bites down on your shoulder. “And as much as you call me annoying, I’m all you got. You’re lucky I even pay attention to you.”

“You’re the one who couldn’t get fucked!” You scream out. “I had to do this for you,” you moan loudly.

“You did this because you’re sick too. You hate me as much as I hate you. But you need this. We’re stuck together.”

You dig your nails into his back, holding on as he fucks into you at a brutal pace. “I did this for you! Because I felt bad for you!”

“You felt bad for me.” He grips your hips roughly. “I don’t need your pity.”

“You were drooling over me like a dog,” your voice is breathless as you struggle to put words together.

“Well now you’re mine,” he growls.

“Oh… now you want it?” You hold onto him tightly. “I had to convince you.”

“That’s right,” he says between breaths. “Now you have to see how much I want you.”

“Still waiting,” you grind out.

He picks up the pace at your taunting and you bite his shoulder again in response.

“Don’t bite me too hard,” he huffs. “I’m close.”

“You like it, you sick bastard,” you bite him again.

“Then keep doing it. Keep hurting me,” he kisses you roughly.

“No,” you smirk. “I want to finish too.”

He’s struggling to speak as he breathes. “You want to finish before me?”

Your eyes are screwed shut as you grind into him. “Make me finish with you.”

His lips are close to your ear as he pants onto your skin. “That’s all I want to do.” He begins grinding into you more and you dig your nails into his back. His back arches at the scratches and his breathing becomes more labored. He’s trying to hold back but he’s losing control.

“Harder,” you gasp out. “Deeper.”

He pumps into you with slow, hard thrusts. “I’m going to…” he thrusts into you, “bury your soul…” he slams into you, “in Hell…”

“Do it faster then, asshole,” you gasp as you move sloppily against him.

He doesn’t say anything. He’s completely focused on lasting for as long as possible. He lets you talk and set the pace. You’re giving the orders, and he likes it. You’re taking control of the situation and it’s pushing him closer to the edge. As he thrusts into you harder, you feel your climax building. Your moans and cries are getting louder.

“You need to calm down,” he says between his own loud and rough breaths. “I can’t take much more of this.”

“Just hurry up and finish,” you gasp out. “I’m close.”

He bites his lip and tries to hold himself back for as long as he can. As you feel him getting closer, you tighten around him, your releasing pressing closer to you. He grips your shoulders so tightly and you can tell he can hold back much longer. Your climax hits you hard and fast and you cry out as your back arches into him. You ride out the sensation and continue to move with him, your muscles twitching. His muscles tense and he releases everything he’s been trying so hard to keep in over the past few minutes. It lasts for several seconds and feels like it’s going on forever until the sensation finally begins to fade and all that’s left is your breathing, heavy and erratic.

Your body goes limp finally and you rest your head on his shoulder. You’re panting and your eyes are closed. He wraps his arms around you and lets out a heavy sigh. You can’t think straight as you catch your breath.

“You alright?” His voice is soft and hoarse, his chest is heaving as he catches his breath.

You don’t answer as you struggle to breathe.

He chuckles. “You’re going to need a little while before we do this again, aren’t you?”

“Fuck off,” you breathe. “I can do it again sooner than you.”

“Oh yeah?” He smirks. “I bet you can’t.”

You lean back to look at him. “Already wanting me again? Can’t live without me now?”

He shakes his head. “I could live without you. I could definitely live without you if I had to,” he replies but his tone is not convincing. He sets you back onto the ground and you slide him out of you.

You smirk. “Uh huh. Well, then this was a one-time thing.”

He raises his eyebrows. “You seriously think we’re done for good after that?”

You cock your head at him, teasing. “Aren’t you?”

“No…” he rubs the back of his neck. “I don’t think I could walk away from you now.”

You grin wickedly. “Because I make you feel so good in ways no one else ever could?”

He steps closer, looming over you. “You think you’re that special? You think you’re really going to own me now?”

You stare up at him, defiant. “I already do. You’re already begging me for more.”

“You think I like that?”

“No,” you lean closer to him. “I think you hate it. You hate that I made you feel that good.”

“You think you made me feel good?” His tone is almost skeptical. “You’re pathetic. That was just a warmup for me.”

 You laugh wickedly. “You make a lot of promises you can’t deliver on.”

“Just cut the bullshit and admit you want more of me,” he says huskily.

“I could think of nothing worse,” you reply sweetly.

“Yeah. Sure,” he huffs. He takes a step back. “Let’s see how long you last without me.”

You laugh again. “Please. We’ll go back to base tomorrow night, and you’ll lay in bed all alone and touch yourself, trying to feel like that again. I give you two days before you come knocking on my door.”

“You actually think I’m stupid and desperate enough to come crawling to your door? You think I just like you that much?” He laughs but he’s getting defensive.

Honestly, the sex was amazing for both of you, but neither of you are about to admit that.

“Fine. Then I guess this was just a one off.” You start getting dressed.

“Yeah,” he says. “Let’s just never speak of this again.” He starts getting dressed too and, as much as he hates to admit it to himself, he was looking forward to a repeat performance.

You both dress in silence, acting uninterested in the other. You’re both hoping the other will say something about continuing this. About doing it again, but neither of you do. You’re so annoyed with yourselves for being attracted to each other.

Once you’re dressed, you huff and tell him, “You take first watch.” You lay down and face away from him. You close your eyes.

He sighs and leans against the wall. He just looks at you for a while, staring at your back. He sees your breathing deepen after a while as you fall asleep. He listens for any threats and looks out the window occasionally, but his eyes always come back to you. As much as he hates it, something stirs in his chest as he listens to you sleep.

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Bullet for You

Summary: You've been on König's team for a while and have liked him from the start. He's never noticed. But when you take a bullet for him, that gets his attention

Pairings: König x f!Reader (romantic)

Warnings: swearing, injuries, typical COD violence, smut, probably bad German

***MINORS DNI***

Word count: 6,034

Author’s Note: Surprise! I'm alive! And have entered into a new obsession. COD boys. Especially König. Listen, this is my first time writing smut and I ate this up. Just, be nice to me. Please. I'm trying here. Also, I have not played COD in actual years. I have just been watching König and Ghost TikToks and reading an ungodly amount of COD smut.

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It was a day like any other. The team received the mission and you all prepped for it before loading onto the helicopter. There were a lot of you, but you only paid attention to one. The colonel.

Honestly, you were certain König had no idea you cared about him. That he had never noticed how your eyes trail him everywhere he goes, how you follow behind him like a shadow on every mission, and how you are always around to be assigned to his missions. Where he went, you went.

This mission was nothing particularly exciting. Just clear out the camp and take information off a computer there. Nothing out of the ordinary.

You had all landed just fine and stealthily made your way to the camp. König set up a couple of snipers to take out the guys higher up while he and the ground team (of which you were most certainly a part) stormed the camp. Easy.

Then the shooting started. You held your own as always. You were a good and precise shot and picked them off quickly. König was immediately to your left and was doing well too. But then there seemed to be a lot more than you thought. It was a wild fight. Everyone was pulling their weight though. But you were partially distracted, watching for enemies shooting at you and anyone aiming at your colonel.

Everything still seemed fine though. Your team had taken everyone out. The gunshots stopped. You all let out your breath, but it was too soon.

Someone on the ground popped up suddenly. He had a pistol and was aiming at König, who was facing away from him.

It was all in slow motion. Suddenly you were sprinting for your colonel, roaring his name. You had never moved so fast. You had never acted without thinking in such a way as this. You didn’t even consciously decide to throw yourself in front of him. You just saw the guy pull out his gun and your body was moving. Almost like König was part of you and your survival instinct recognized that.

You heard the shot and felt the pain in your side. Of course it went just under your vest. You were falling and heard König screaming.

“Y/L/N!”

You had barely landed at his feet before the colonel popped the enemy between the eyes masterfully. König was okay.

***

Why had Y/N done that?!

König’s mind was reeling. You had taken a bullet for him. Why?

His mind had barely registered what happened, but his body reacted. Before he was fully aware of your injury, he had already shot the guy between the eyes. He was just grasping what you had done as he knelt beside you.

“Y/L/N, are you alright?” He kept his voice steady despite the vice around his heart.

You looked up at him, eyes shining with tears. Getting shot hurt.

“Pretty sure I’ll live,” you ground out.

König moved your hand and inspected the wound. The bullet was still in there. He pressed his hand to it, and you hissed in pain. He turned to the rest of the ground team.

“Get the intel. I’m getting her to the heli.” He then proceeded to place your hand over the wound. “Hold tight,” he instructed before picking you up.

Honestly, the way he picked you up revealed a lot to the rest of the team. Had it been anyone else, he would have thrown one of their arms around his shoulder and helped them walk out. If that wasn’t an option, they would have been thrown over his hulking shoulders. But not you. You he picked up carefully. He carried you bridal style. He struggled to keep from clutching you to his chest too hard, but his white knuckles betrayed him. Everyone on the team already knew you liked him, and they suspected he felt the same. But today, they knew he loved you.

***

You were sure you had dreamed about this, but you were out of it and couldn’t be certain you weren’t dreaming at this moment. König was gripping you so hard it hurt but you liked it. You latched onto to his grip and let it ground you in the moment. You focused on his sturdiness and felt so safe, so protected. You felt at peace. Honestly, you weren’t really convinced you would die like this, but, God, is it the only way you would ever want to go.

It was all a blur. You know König had picked you up and ran out the camp. You know he had called the helicopter to land closer. You know he gently placed you in a seat and strapped you in. You even remember him aggressively checking the belts to make sure you were secure. But then, you don’t remember much after that.

***

That helicopter ride was probably the most painful thing König had endured in a while. He sat directly across from you, watching. He just stared as you slouched in the seat, unconscious. It took every ounce of strength he had to keep from screaming your name, to tether you to him, to this life.

The landing was a whirlwind. The medics were on you as soon as the helicopter touched ground. König couldn’t chase after you with how fast they whisked you away. He felt pretty sure someone said something to him about debriefing and a report, but he just stared after you. Lost.

***

The medics took good care of you. It was a nasty wound, but you would live. They had to surgically remove the bullet so they could repair the damage done to your muscles but other than that, you would heal up fine. A pretty good prognosis as far as you were concerned, but König disagreed.

As soon as the man got the report on your condition, he was storming to the infirmary. You were propped up and staring wistfully at nothing, still high on painkillers. You didn’t even startle as he blew into your room like a tornado. You just looked up at him.

“Hi, colonel,” you sounded almost peppy. That was a mistake.

“What the hell was that?” He demanded. He had his arms crossed and was standing in that sexy wide legged stance he does when he’s trying to be intimidating. Too bad it turned you on and you were high.

You gave him a sultry grin. “Just doing my job. Protecting the greater goods,” you replied, eyeing his crotch.

He was not amused.

“Y/L/N, that is not your job,” his voice was harsh and his accent thickening with his frustration.

His prickliness was harshing your buzz and you started to feel irritated.

“Look, most people would say thank you to the person that saved their hide,” you stared at him for a second before adding, “sir.”

He eyed you for a moment before coming closer. He knelt in front of you and even on his knees he was eye to eye with you as you laid in the bed. He placed his hands on your shoulders, forcing you to look into his eyes.

“You do not need to protect me,” he growled. “I protect you.”

It took you a second to process what he meant.

You blinked at him. “What are you-“

“I’m a monster. I’m not the one who needs protecting.” His grip tightened on your shoulders, and you tried to wriggle free but he was too strong. “Never pull that shit again.” He brought you closer and you could almost see more of him behind the mask. “It will not end well if you do.”

With that, he let go of you, stood, and stormed out of the infirmary. You were left, staring after him.

***

König had gone straight to the gym. He needed to blow off steam. Now.

He was angry. Angry that you got hurt. Angry that you felt like you needed to protect him. But he was so damn horny too. That grin you gave him. The way your eyes had gone below his belt. He could barely see straight, could only see red.

He wanted you so badly but couldn’t have you. First, he was your superior. While probably no one would rat him out, it was inappropriate. Second, he didn’t deserve you. While you were both fires, yours was light and his was scorching. You were a beacon, he was a wildfire. He would hurt you if you got too close.

He pounded the punching bag before him and could feel everyone else staring. His eyes had a murderous gleam as his powerful body enacted his frustrations. He was still pounding away after everyone else had left.

It was late and the stress of the day was finally wearing him down. He finally halted his assault on the punching bag and made for the showers. Thankfully no one else was in there.

Because as he undressed, he could only think of you. He couldn’t say how many times he had wondered what it would feel like for you to undress him. He imagined your fingertips grazing his skin as you tried to lift his shirt over his head, but he would have to kneel for you to reach. He shivered at the thought of you undoing his belt and his pants. His breath quickened at the thought of you hooking your fingers in his waistband and tugging his pants down. God, he wanted you.

Getting into the shower, he knew before he could wash the day off, he needed to relieve that last bit of pressure. He took his cock in his right hand, braced himself on the shower wall with his left, and began pumping. He imagined you under him, laid out on his bed. He imagined what your body looked like. He felt certain your breasts were immaculate and the plains of your stomach perfection. And, man, did he want to taste you. To kiss you. Both your mouth and the apex of your thighs.

He struggled to keep quiet as he stroked. He was particularly frustrated today and resorted to biting his left fist to keep from moaning your name. When he finally rutted into his hand, he imagined what expression you would have to feeling his release inside you. If those stunning eyes would flutter closed and that pretty mouth would hang open.

He leaned onto the wall, chest heaving. He wasn’t going to survive like this much longer.

***

You were grounded for weeks. Strict orders from the colonel, not directly though. They were relayed to you by the medics. You were grounded until they were sure your insides were healed and not going to pop open anytime soon. You were still sore since the bullet had cut through muscle and the medics had stitched up your insides and outside. But you were eager to get back out there. Even though something felt off about König.

You’d been thinking about that last conversation you had with him. Unfortunately, you had a lot of time to think since you were bed ridden for a few days and grounded for the last few weeks. You couldn’t understand what he’d meant. He’d said he’s a monster. But why? You had always seen him as a hero. He had contributed to great causes for years now. Yeah, he often had to make hard choices and did unspeakable things to complete his missions. But that was the reality of serving. Civilians didn’t want to think about that. About the awful things soldiers did for them.

König had done that. But he had to. Just as you did. It didn’t make any of you monsters. It made you fighters.

Plus, why would he care about what you thought of him? And did he really feel like he had to protect you? Had he paid any attention to you at all? How could he not have seen all you did for him? To be near him?

You weren’t sure how you would respond to seeing him finally. You had been cleared for missions again and were on your way to a meeting about your next one. You couldn’t deny your heart fluttered at the thought of seeing him again.

***

König had watched you from a distance since you were discharged from the infirmary. When he was on base, he was on the lookout. He wanted to see how you were doing. Not just read the reports or hear from the medics but to see you.

You had started out walking slowly and favoring your right side, where the wound was. He was gone for a few days on a mission and, when he came back, you were walking confidently again. He watched you train some too. He watched as you regained your mobility and worked through the pain. God, what a beautiful sight you were.

He was on his way to the first meeting you would attend since your injury. He was nervous. And excited? Anxious? His heart was doing somersaults in his chest as he approached the meeting room. He had his hand on the door handle when he heard the team talking within.

“Oh man. The lovers will be reunited at last,” someone laughed.

“Yeah, colonel’s been avoiding her since we got back,” another added.

There were murmured agreements.

“I can’t believe he’s so oblivious to it. Y/N’s been trailing him since she got here. How has he never noticed she goes on every one of his missions?”

“Right?” Someone laughed. “Or that she’s always paying more attention to him than herself in a fight?”

König couldn’t breathe. What did they mean that you were always watching out for him?

“You know for a while I thought he ignored it so he wouldn’t hurt her feelings or something, but with how he acted when she got shot…”

“Really though! He’s down bad for her. He wasn’t ignoring her. He’s just oblivious.”

The team all laughed.

His mind was reeling. His thoughts moving too fast. It was obvious how he felt about you? They thought you felt the same way? That couldn’t be true. But you did take a bullet for him…

He heard footsteps around the corner and panicked. He burst into the room and the team fell into silence. He wasn’t sure what to say so he said nothing. He just walked to his seat, sat down, and reviewed the report.

They sat in silence like that for a while before the door opened. Everyone looked up to see you. Unfortunately, the entire team witnessed how you and König looked at each other. You, maskless, were wide eyed and flushed. He, masked, was more difficult to read but his eyes widened too.

You shook yourself out of your stupor and sat down, on the opposite end of the table. König also came out of his trance and started the meeting.

***

If you’re honest, you didn’t hear a lot of what König said. You just kept staring at him. You heard his voice but not what he said. God, his voice. You had to fight a shiver. You had missed hearing him.

The meeting continued like this. You heard next to nothing and stared at him. König avoided looking at you. The rest of the team were fighting smiles as they seemed to be in a joke you had missed.

Before long, you were all on the move. You followed the team to get your gear and loaded onto the helicopter. Either fortunately or unfortunately you weren’t sure, you were seated across from König.

You tried to keep from looking at him as much as you could, but you couldn’t help it. You were drawn to him. You had to see him. And when you did look, sometimes he was looking at you too.

***

God, those assholes. They had made sure to take up every seat so you would sit across from him. He had half a mind to beat them all senseless. But he was also glad to be able to look at you. And the fact that you looked at him more often, well that made his heart do a flip.

But you two had to focus. He wanted to place you at the rear to keep you safe, but he couldn’t fight the need to have you near him. He just needed to know you were okay. He almost didn’t let you come on this mission, but he had already convinced the medics to keep you grounded for two extra weeks. He couldn’t keep you away any longer. And now that he had you back, he needed you close as ever.

Once you landed, König let you take up your usual spot, to his right. It felt better to have you there. He knew where you were and could protect you better this way.

He then led the team into the firefight. It was a risky one, but his unit moved as one, just as you were all trained to. König felt stronger with you there. He felt whole again.

That was until someone aimed right at you. König lost all his composure and roared at them like some primal beast protecting its mate. He blasted them to pieces before he knew what he was doing.

***

You had watched it all. You were in no danger. You had the guy in your sight and were about to take him out. But König had let out a guttural sound that almost scared you. He shot the guy in front of you way more than necessary. Total overkill. And when you looked at him, the blazing fury in his eyes made something stir in you. He was full of rage, but it was…to protect you.

You pulled your gaze from him reluctantly to continue the mission. The team was moving beautifully through the enemy encampment. You all blazed a path right through, taking down everyone who stood against you.

The whole team felt it because once it was over, you all continued moving together. It felt so natural. König was in his element. He was leading you all so well. It felt different. He felt different.

***

König felt so powerful, so at ease. He felt confident. It was like having to lead the team without you by his side made him realize how much he needed you. Those missions without you, frankly, sucked. He felt so disconnected and couldn’t lead the team anywhere. They had too many close calls when you were gone and now that you were back, he couldn’t imagine doing anything without you ever again.

It was this thought that kept echoing in his mind. The team completed the mission flawlessly. You all did as you were trained and moved as one to secure the camp. König finally broke the team up to station guards around. Of course, he placed you inside, near him.

Neither of you talked about it. The change. You were both still in a professional mindset. It wasn’t until hours later when you returned to base that you could talk.

The helicopter landed and everyone filed out. The connection had finally broken along the ride back. You were all individuals again. At least, partially.

You and König were seating across from each other on the ride back again and exited the helicopter together. You two were the only ones that still felt tethered. He led you to his room and you just followed. No words were needed.

He opened the door for you and motioned you in. You complied and he closed it behind you.

***

His room looked like everyone else’s. It was pristine like everyone’s else’s. There was little to personalize it. Like everyone else’s. The one thing that hit you was the smell. It smelled amazing in there. He was so tangibly everywhere. His scent drove you crazy.

“Sit down, Y/N.”

You took off your heavier gear and abandoned it by the door before complying. You walked over and sat on the edge of his bed. You expected him to follow but he didn’t. He just sat his weapons on the desk and turned to you.

You gazed at each other in silence. You had both felt so certain you needed to go somewhere private together but now that you were here neither of you knew what to do next. You didn’t care. This was exactly where you wanted to be.

“I-” he started before he sighed and shook his head. “I’ve had so many thoughts about this moment. And yet I can’t think of any of them.”

You smiled. “I know the feeling.”

He approached you slowly and knelt before you. He didn’t like towering over you constantly. He didn’t want to scare you.

“I don’t know how to proceed,” he said quietly.

Your gaze softened. “With what?”

He looked at you, pleading. “Don’t you know?”

Your grin widened. “Maybe I want to hear it finally.”

He chuckled. “That’s fair.” His gaze turned serious suddenly. “But before we get too far, I need you to know some things about me.”

You frowned at him. “König, if you think I’m going to change my mind now-”

“Please,” his eyes were almost glassy. He took your hand in both of his. His were large enough that your hand disappeared between them. “I need you to know. I need to know you went into this knowing what you’re getting into.” He sighed and collected himself for a moment. Once he was calmer, he began to tell you everything. He told you of his childhood, how his father treated him and how he was bullied. He told you of when he first enlisted and how he wanted to be a sniper. Then he began to tell you about the darker points in his past. He told you how he killed and how he had made mistakes. Worse than that, he told you about the times he had done truly awful things to complete his missions.

He told you of how he had been unable to stop staring at you when he first saw you. How at first, he had tried to keep away from you because he was scared of how much you affected him. Then of how he had done everything he could to get you on his team. How he needed you with him. He told about how he had chosen you for all his missions because he needed you close. How you helped him to be a better leader. He truly told you everything he felt you deserved to know.

When he was finally done, he looked into your eyes earnestly. “The last thing,” he said, “is for you to see me.” He unsnapped his helmet and discarded it. Then, he began taking off his sniper hood, but you stopped him, holding his hands gently.

“I don’t want you to do this unless you’re sure you’re ready.” Your eyes shone as you stared him down. He could tell you were serious.

“This is what I want,” was all he said before he lifted his mask off.

Your eyes widened and he scrambled to put the hood back on, thinking you were horrified of his face.

“No, no!” You stopped him. “You’re beautiful.”

His face flushed and he looked away. “Don’t lie to me. It’s worse.”

You placed a hand on his cheek and turned him back toward you. “I will not lie to you about this. You are beautiful.” You grazed your thumb over the scars on his face, studied his eyes, and lightly touched his lips with your fingers.

He grabbed your hand and held it in your lap. “I tell you these things because if you feel uncomfortable with any of it, you need only leave now. I won’t pursue this again.” His gaze was sad and longing. He looked as if he expected you to say no but hoped you would say yes.

You pulled your hands away from his grasp and just as he began leaning away from you, thinking you wanted to leave, you gently took his face in both your hands. You leaned in and grazed your lips across his, so softly. You whispered against his mouth, “You’re all I’ve wanted since I’ve known you.”

At first, he was so surprised he just stared at you, eyes wide. Then, it sank in, and he accepted the peace that came with that. He wrapped his arms around your waist and cupped the back of your head with his massive hand, covering the entire back of your skull.

“And you,” he whispered into your mouth, “are all I’ve wanted, schatz.” With that, he closed the gap and kissed you. It started off slow and tender. A true first kiss. He guided your lips apart and grazed the tip of your tongue with his. You met him halfway and melted into him.

You broke for air after a while and stared at each other. Unspoken words were shared in your gazes, and you kissed again. This time it was wild, passionate, and unrestrained. He gently lifted you and laid you back on the bed, not breaking the kiss for a second. He laid down next to you, so as not to crush you, and continued kissing you.

You were both breathing heavily and gripping each other. You moved your hands from his face to his chest, marveling at the hard muscles under your fingers. He propped himself up and nudged his knee between your legs. You hiked up your leg to cradle his hip and began clawing at his back.

He tried to break the kiss, but you just kept on. He decided to move down your jaw and neck. “Maus,” he breathed onto your skin between kisses, “we don’t have to do this if you’re not ready.” He returned to your lips to continue kissing you wildly.

“I want this,” you said between kisses, “I want you.”

That was all he needed. He grabbed your hands and pressed them into the mattress above your head and used both his knees to spread your legs. You gasped at his dominance.

“Is this okay?” He asked gently.

You grinned wickedly. “Come on, colonel. Show me what you’ve got.”

He needed no other check ins. He ravaged your mouth with his. His kisses hard enough to bruise. He released his grip on your wrists and unbuckled his belt. The sound of it sliding through the loops made that sensitive spot between your thighs warm. You watched as he unfastened his vest and tossed it. As he removed his shirt you felt your eyes go wide. He really was beautiful.

You reached up and ran your hands up and down his chest, practically drooling over him. He flushed at your praise and turned his attention to you. He took off your vest and then your shirt. He stared at you, marveling. He caught sight of the scar just above your right hip, where you had taken a bullet for him, and his eyes darkened. He quickly leaned down and pressed a kiss there.

“Danke dir, mein Engel,” he whispered against your skin. He stood up and looked at you. He reached around your back and unhooked your bra effortlessly. He leaned down and kissed your mouth again, eagerly, before moving along. He pressed kisses to your neck and down to your breasts. He began to suck on one nipple while rubbing his thumb in circles on the other. You ground your hips into him as he licked and sucked on you.

You must have been grinding on his cock as he pulled back and yanked your boots and pants off roughly. He looked at your underwear with a wicked gleam in his eyes. He leaned forward and took the waistband of your panties in his teeth and slid them down to your knees where he grabbed them and ripped them off.

God, the hungry look in his eyes as he looked down at you. It was like he was starving, and you were a feast. He knelt at the edge of the bed and pulled you closer. He slid his arms under your thighs and gripped your hips. You yelped as he brought you to the edge of his bed, with your pussy in his face. You shivered as you felt his hot breath on your sensitive skin.

You couldn’t fight the moan you let out when he licked down your center.

“That was delicious, maus,” he cooed. “Do it again.” He dove back in and licked you again. And oh my god. The sound that left you was unlike any other you’d made before. And he loved it.

Absolutely blinded by lust, he dove into you, sucking and kissing your clit. You tried to buck and grind into his face, but he had an iron grip on your hips. You kept breathing out his name and, oh, did he love that. Just when you thought he couldn’t get any better, he reached his tongue deep inside you and your back arched. His tongue was long enough to reach your sensitive spots and he knew when he had hit them as you writhed against his face. He knew you were getting close as your legs started to shake, and your moans got louder. He pulled away and you whined.

“Oh, maus,” he cooed as he released your hips and stood, towering over you. “You’re not finishing before I’ve felt you.”

With that, he stripped his boots, pants, and underwear off in record time before reaching over to a trunk he had near his bed on the floor. He retrieved a condom and ripped the wrapper open with his teeth. He handed the condom to you.

“Would you do this for me, schatz?” He grinned.

It took effort for you to sit up enough to reach him, but you were glad you did. He was massive. You were a bit concerned about the fit…

Sensing this as you slid the condom on, even as he reveled in your touch along his cock, he said, “Don’t worry, we’ll go at your pace for this.”

You slid back on the bed, and he took his position over you. He really was a unit. All enormous, powerful muscles hulking over you. His massive thighs nudged your legs open before pressing the tip to you. The feeling drove you crazy. He guided himself in, just a little.

You tensed a bit at his size. He brought his face closer to yours. You could smell yourself on his lips and breath. He brought his lips to your ear.

“Don’t worry, mein Engel. You can take it,” he breathed. Then, he slid in a little further and let you adjust.

“Oh, König,” you breathed, “you really are an enormous man.”

He chuckled and kissed you.

“And it’s all yours,” he whispered before pumping slowly. He was still only partially in, but he was working you up to him. You felt so full of him and yet you wanted more. You ground your hips down to take more of him.

He moaned. “Liebling, you’re taking it so well.” He pushed further into you. “You think you can take all of me?”

You gritted your teeth in frustration. “I want every last inch of you, dammit!” With that, you gripped his ass and pulled him the rest of the way.

You saw stars. He was massive and you loved it. He started pumping slowly.

“Is that what you want, mein Engel?” He ground into you hard before picking up the pace. “You want all of this?”

You could barely speak but you managed a weak, “yes.”

He was kissing your neck as he pumped inside you. He grinned against your skin. “Such a good girl.”

God, the way he talked to you made you feral for this man. You ground into him and drew out moans and whimpers from him. His pace became erratic as he neared his release, and the feeling pushed you closer to the edge.

“Cum with me, mein Engel,” he breathed.

You crushed your lips against his. “Please.”

You both were wild in those last moments. He was pumping into you harder and faster and kissing you wildly. You were grinding into him and clawing his back. Both of you were moaning the other’s name. Just as he knew you were close to finishing and he was too, he took your arms and pinned them beside your head. Those last strokes made you see stars and your back arched as your release washed over you. The feeling of his cock twitching and his release filling the condom made you scream his name. He was whimpering and moaning over you as he trembled.

You stayed joined like this for a time. Both of you panting and trembling, still riding out the last moments of your release.

He let go of your forearms and laid down on you gently. You were panting as you brought your hands to his head and stroked his hair. He smiled and kissed you tenderly.

When you both had regained some semblance of control, he carefully rolled onto his back and pulled you on top of him. Your ear was pressed over his thundering heart, and he traced long, languid lines down your back. He hummed contentedly.

“I’ve wanted to take you like that since I first saw you.” He kissed the top of your head.

You hummed. “I wanted you to.”

He chuckled and the sound vibrated through his chest and into your skull. “Was it everything you hoped for?” You heard the slightest hint of fear in his question.

You picked your head up and looked him in the eye.

“König. It was better than I could have imagined.”

He smiled at you and kissed you gently. “Likewise, meine Liebe.”

With the mission that took almost the whole day and the amazing sex, you both dozed off quickly and slipped into the most comfortable sleep either of you had experienced in a long time.

***

The next morning was tense. Not with König of course. You had both woken up together feeling happier and more content than either of you had in some time. It was more from avoiding prying eyes as you left his room. He went out first and let you know the coast was clear. You lifted his mask and placed a passionate kiss on his lips before hurrying to your room.

Half an hour of showering and changing clothes later, you made your way to the canteen for breakfast. It didn’t occur to you that you maybe shouldn’t sit next to König. You were just drawn to him, and he felt the same way. He even pulled the chair out next to him for you and watched as you sat down.

You and König ate in silence, completely oblivious to the stares around you. Your whole team was watching you two with bated breath. Then you heard everyone trying to hold in their laughter.

You looked around at all of them. “What’s so funny?”

They all broke and began laughing loudly. “Didn’t know you had a thing for Austrians, Y/N!” Someone yelled.

“Yeah, I could barely sleep last night with the sounds coming out of the colonel’s room!”

You flushed and looked to König for help.

His eyes had darkened, and his stare was murderous. “Unless you think you can do a better job than me, I suggest you all find something else to discuss.”

The laughing stopped and many of them cleared their throats. They all returned to their food silently, avoiding his gaze. You couldn’t help the smug smile that spread across your face.

König turned to you and his stare shifted. His eyes were bright and full of love for you. “Don’t worry. They know they could never make you scream like I can.”

You playfully smacked his enormous bicep that was as big as your head and laughed. “Likewise, sir.”

You sat there in silence, just smiling at each other. You both knew in this moment anywhere one went, the other would follow. Forever. 

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Do You Often Help Renegade Androids?

Summary: Simon is injured and stuck on the roof of Stratford Tower. You, a member of Security, help him.

Pairings: Simon x Reader (romantic)

Warnings: injuries, embarrassment, flustered Simon

Word count: 2,367

Author’s Note: Hey, everyone! This is a quick one shot I wrote up months ago and just now edited. I felt the need to write some cute Simon dribble. Anyway, hope you enjoy.

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November 8, 2038

They left him. Markus, Josh, and North had left him. They left Simon on the roof of Stratford Tower. He was injured and scared. That was the preferable choice as North attempted to convince Markus to kill Simon to prevent the humans from accessing his memories. Contrary to what humans believed, androids had a will to live. Simon didn’t want to die. He wanted to pave the way for androids to be free. He had to live. Markus left Simon with a gun and an apology. When they jumped, he crawled away to hide behind an air conditioner unit. He saw the security team barge through the door onto the roof and just miss the three of them as they jumped. He somehow remained hidden from all of them, except one. You made eye contact with him. You both froze as the rest of Security went back inside. Simon began to raise his gun to his head, but you shook your head gently. “(Y/L/N).” Your coworker called from the entry to the roof. “You find something?” You turned away from Simon and jogged back to your group. “Nah, just thought I saw something. They’re gone.” The door closed behind you and Simon sat still for a while, expecting you to come back and turn him in. He kept waiting, but no one came.

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“Hey, (Y/N)! Where are you going?” Your friend called. You were all gathering your belongings and clocking out. It was the end of the day and it was time for the night shift to come in. You had been thinking about the injured android on the roof all day, trying to decide what to do. You came up with a plan and had rummaged around in your bag and locker for a while before heading toward the elevator. “I can’t find my key card.” You sighed. “I think I dropped it on the roof earlier. I’m gonna run up and check.” You turned to leave. “Want me to come with you?” “Nah, it won’t take long. You should head home.” You walked out quickly. You headed down the hallway and pushed the call button for the elevator. Thankfully, the doors opened immediately, and you hopped in. You pushed the button for the top floor and attempted to refrain from bouncing your legs to relieve the nervous tension you felt. What am I doing? This is a terrible idea! You stared straight ahead and listened to the dings as the elevator passed other floors. I have to. The doors opened and you saw some people from the FBI and DPD still around. They looked to be packing up. A detective approached you. “Excuse me, you shouldn’t be up here,” he said tersely. “I’m with Security.” You lifted your ID from its position on your lanyard. He looked at your ID as you held it out and eyed your uniform before locking eyes with you. “What do you need up here for?” His eyes narrowed. Your palms were sweating. “I’ve lost my key card and I think I dropped it on the roof earlier.” The detective stared you down for a second. “Hey, Reed!” Someone called to him from across the room. “Why don’t you help us pack up instead of bothering Security?” Detective Reed sneered and turned back to you. “Hurry up.” You walked past him, attempting to keep a normal pace. You walked through the broadcasting room and to the rooftop access door. You opened it gently, but the wind caught and slammed it open. You walked out into the snow and over to where you had found the man before. He was waiting for you, with a gun to his head. You held up your hands and kept your distance. “Hey, easy,” you spoke gently. “I’m not here to turn you in.” He eyed you warily. “Then why are you here?” You kept eye contact with him. “To help you.” He kept the gun at his temple. “Why?” You tried to be as convincing as possible while ensuring he knew you were telling the truth. “Because I’ve seen androids feel.” He stared at you silently. You could see his yellow LED spinning as he considered you. What felt to be a couple minutes passed by before he lowered the gun and let it rest in his lap. You took a tentative step toward him. “Can I help you?” He nodded and you walked over to him. “There’s another door over there that leads to a maintenance room. No one will be in there until tomorrow. You should be safe in there.” You pulled him up, draped his arm over your shoulders, laced an arm across his back, and help him over to the door. You pulled your key card out, swiped it, and opened the door. Both of you stumbled inside. You led him to a desk stored in there and helped him onto it. “There,” you said softly as you looked him over. “Did any important biocomponents take damage?” “I think they are all important.” You chuckled. “I suppose so. I mean, can you make it back to your people? I would have brought you some thirium or something, but we don’t have much time.” “I can make it.” “Good, good.” You looked around the room and noticed a storage closet. “Let me see if I can find another shirt for you.” You dug around in some boxes, unaware he was watching you. He just couldn’t stop staring at you. He had never seen a human risk anything to help an android. You could lose your job at the least. You could be arrested at the worst. He just couldn’t understand why you were doing this. “Here’s one,” you announced as you pulled another janitor uniform out of the box. You walked back over to him. “Do you need help?” “I-uh-” his cheeks blushed blue, “Yes…I don’t think I can get this over my head.” He seemed as flustered as you felt about this. Your face was very hot, and you knew it was red too. “Th-that’s fine. I can help you…” You gently helped him maneuver his arms out of the old shirt and made a point to keep your gaze politely averted. Smooth sailing so far. You fidgeted. “I think we should try to keep the thirium off your new shirt. So, no one will see that you’re bleeding.” He seemed to share in your embarrassment. “Yes, that makes sense.” You grabbed the old shirt and found a clean spot. You approached him. “I’m just gonna…” You reached toward him. “Yep.” He leaned back and avoided looking at you. You gently cleaned the area around the wound and looked around. “I think I saw a first aid kit in the closet. Let me get some bandages.” You took his hand and placed it on the shirt over the wound. “Hold this.” If androids needed to breathe, his breath would have caught in his throat. He watched as you went back to the supply closet. He had never been treated like this by a human before. He had never been in such a strangely intimate situation with a human either. Your touch was so soft and gentle. He felt strange. You came back and took the shirt from him. Your hands brushed again and both of you blushed. You placed a clean bandage over the wound. “There, that one’s done. Let me help you again.” “You seem to be doing that a lot,” he said as you guided the shirt over his head. You smiled. “I said I wanted to.” You held the shirt and gently guided his arms into the sleeves, careful not to disrupt the bandage. As you pulled the hem of the shirt down, your fingers grazed his torso. You noticed him freeze under your touch and dropped the shirt. “Sorry.” You took a step back. “I know it’s difficult to trust me.” You found another clean spot on the old shirt and opened another bandage. “Let me see your leg so I can bandage that too.” He leaned back and you helped him lift his injured leg onto the desk. The bullet had gone straight through, leaving a gaping hole in his upper calf. He could barely walk like this. A lot of the components necessary for movement had been destroyed. You pushed his pant leg up and began cleaning as much thirium up as possible. “Do you often help renegade androids?” He asked casually. You chuckled. “Oh yeah, all the time.” You looked at him and grinned. “I had three up here last week.” He laughed. “Good to know I got a professional.” You both laughed softly as you continued to work. You stayed silent for a minute. “What’s your goal?” You asked suddenly. He blinked. “My goal?” “Yeah, what are you and your people trying to achieve here?” He looked at you for a few seconds. “To convince humans we’re people too.” You stopped cleaning the thirium off his leg and looked him in the eye. “Well, yeah. I got that. I meant how do you intend to go about it. Peacefully? Showing you’re a force to be reckoned with?” “That’s actually a matter for debate at the moment.” “Oh.” You returned to your clean up and placed a bandage on his leg. “There, good as new.” He laughed. “Not quite,” he said as he shakily stood up. “Close enough for now.” You pulled your key card out of your pocket. “Here, I’m gonna leave this with you so you can get out of here. The FBI and DPD were still here when I came back, but they should be gone soon. Just use that elevator,” you pointed to the service elevator across the room, “and you should only see maintenance androids. You’ll need the card to get the exit to open on the ground floor.” You handed the card to him. “Make sure you take one of those carts,” you motioned to the carts full of tools and cleaning supplies the androids took with them around the building, “That will help you walk.” You met his gaze. “This is where we part ways.” He stared you intently in the eye. “Thank you.” He took the card from you. “Can we introduce ourselves before you go?” You smiled. “It’s a little late for that.” He smiled back. “I’d still like to know who helped me.” “(Y/N).” He repeated your name softly. “My name is Simon.” “Simon,” you said with a smile. “Good luck, Simon.” You turned to leave, but he placed a hand gently on your forearm. You turned back to look at him. He was giving you the softest smile with the kindest eyes. “I will repay you for this kindness once this is all over.” He looked at you sincerely. “If I get the chance.” You turned back and hugged him. You could tell it surprised him but after the shock wore off, he hugged you back. His hands were soft on your back and his chin rested on your shoulder. “I look forward to it, Simon,” you whispered into his shoulder. You pulled back and smiled at him. You turned to the door again and placed a hand on the knob. “Oh, and word of advice: tell your leader to use pacificism to convince them. Show the world you’re nothing to be afraid of.” He smiled at you. “I’ll pass that long. Goodbye, (Y/N).” “Goodbye, Simon.” You smiled at him one last time before opening the door and stepping out into the cold. ***

December 3, 2038

“Can you believe that?” Your friend was venting to you about her newly ex-boyfriend as you were packing up to go home. “He had the audacity to say I never tried to talk to him about this before. This was the sixth time I had told him I was unhappy.” She huffed. You laughed. “Well, we’ve known he’s not the most observant.” “Or something.” She laughed. “So, what are you up to tonight? Got a hot date?” You chuckled as you closed your locker and grabbed your bag. “Nah, you know me. Just gonna go home and enjoy some quiet time.” You clocked out and walked toward the front of Stratford Tower. You stepped out into the cold night air and inhaled. “Well, I’ll see you later.” “Bye, (Y/N).” She walked in the opposite direction. You adjusted your work bag on your shoulder and started the long cold walk home. “Excuse me. (Y/N)?” A voice spoke gently behind you. They sounded familiar. You turned around and saw Simon standing before you. “Simon,” you smiled at him. You closed the gap and hugged him. “I wasn’t sure if you died in the revolution.” He returned the hug. “No, I’m sorry I didn’t come sooner. I wanted to give everything time to settle down.” You pulled away. “Well, what brings you to my workplace? Wanting to relive some memories?” He chuckled. “No, as fun as that would be, that’s not why I’m here.” He looked at his feet and shifted his weight nervously. “I, uh, actually came to return the kindness you showed me.” You raised an eyebrow. “Oh?” He laughed sheepishly. “Yeah, well, begin to do that. Have you eaten yet?” You smiled, hoping this was going where you thought it was. “No, I just got off work. Was just gonna go home and eat some microwaved food.” “Well, how about I take you out for dinner instead?” His voiced waivered toward the end of that question. You studied him for a moment. “Why? You have another hole in your chest?” He laughed. “No, I’m intact at the moment.” He looked shy again. “I just-uh-thought about you a lot in the last few weeks. I was trying to think of a way I could repay you and couldn’t come up with anything yet so I thought I could at least get to spend more time with you.” You smiled. “I thought about you too. I watched all the news coverage thinking I kept seeing you.” You laughed. “Well, where are we going?” He grinned and offered you his arm. “Anywhere you want.”

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The Beginning of His Life, Chapter 8

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7

Summary: (Y/N) Manfred is about as mixed up with androids as she could possibly be.

Pairings: Connor x Reader (romantic), Markus x Reader (platonic), Carl (father) x Reader (daughter)

Warnings: mentions of death, grief

Word count: 1,825

Author’s Note: Okay, everyone, this is the last chapter. I just want to say thank you to everyone for all the love this piece has gotten. What started out as just dribble I wrote over a few late nights in the midst of my post-DBH feelings has become something I’m quite proud of. I have plans for new pieces that I hope to get to sooner rather than later but I can’t make any promises. I hope you enjoy the final chapter.

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November 12, 2038 Hank had somehow convinced you to leave the scene once everything had calmed down. He promised you that he and Connor had agreed to meet up later. This was the only thing that had convinced you. You sat in Hank’s car, falling asleep. You had leaned the seat back and attempted to doze but the thought of seeing Connor again was thrilling. After thinking for sure he was dead and now knowing you could see him in all his deviant glory was more than enough to put a ridiculous smile on your face. The sun was rising and reflecting off the snow. It was beautiful. “(Y/N), I...uh...have a confession.” Hank was avoiding looking at you. You eyed him curiously. “What is it?” He resolved himself and looked up at you, meeting your gaze. “The night Connor went to Jericho, I told him how you feel about him.” You felt your face heat up and the embarrassment swell. “You what?” Anger began to boil within you too. “I just-I wanted to try to convince him not to go to Jericho because I knew he cares about you too.” Your heart fluttered. Hank thought Connor felt the same way? “If you’re angry with me, well I deserve that. I overstepped and I shouldn’t have. I just want you to know I did it because I care about you two kids and I knew it would destroy you if he turned Markus in.” “Thank you, Hank,” you said suddenly. He looked at you, surprised. “It means a lot to me that you wanted to help.” You smiled at him. He smiled back. “Don’t mention it.” He looked at the clock. “He’ll be here soon. I’ll wait for him out there. You come later. I want it to be a surprise.” You grinned from ear to ear. “Okay.” You watched as Hank got out and walked toward Chicken Feed, his favorite food truck. You watched him shift his weight as he looked around. The snow had stopped falling but it was still everywhere, reflecting the sun and giving the scene a serene feeling. You could barely see a figure walking toward Hank. You knew who it was. That stride was so familiar to you somehow, even after only knowing him for a matter of days. You watched as Hank turned and saw him. Neither of them spoke. Hank pulled Connor into a hug and you were about to exit the car but stopped. It looked so much like a father holding his son. You smiled at them. Hank had also grown to love Connor in a matter of days. You exited the car and the sound of the door shutting drew Connor’s attention away from Hank. He stood still and stared at you. Hank took a step back and smiled at Connor’s shocked face. You walked toward them slowly, taking it in. Connor was...different somehow. He was still so very Connor but you could see the change in him. He was less guarded; his emotions seemed so present suddenly. You stopped in front of him and smiled. “Connor...” He blinked several times and his LED turned yellow and began spinning. “(Y/N), I...I told Markus if I didn’t come back to find you and tell you...” He just looked at you, as if he really hadn’t expected to see you again. “I feel the same way.” You laughed softly and closed the gap. You stood on your toes and wrapped your arms around him. You buried your face in the crook of his neck and held on for dear life. “I know,” you whispered. He was surprised by the embrace and took a second to process what he was feeling. He responded by wrapping his arms around your middle and gripping your coat in his fists. He rested his head atop yours and you felt him sigh wistfully. This was the beginning of his life.

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November 29, 2038 Everything was different. Detroit was different, as were you and Hank and Connor and the country. It had all changed. You had spent Thanksgiving with your new family, Hank and Connor. Of course, it was Connor’s first but you and Hank had made it as homey as possible with just the three of you. You had tried to find Markus, but he was difficult to track down during this time. He had become the ambassador going between the androids and humans. You knew he would find you as soon as he could. Until then, you were attempting to get everything ready for him. You had spoken to your brother and bought out his half of your father’s house. It was yours to do with as you pleased. You had left everything exactly as it was for now. You had spoken to the captain of your previous precinct and to Captain Fowler; you were permanently transferred to the DPD. Now you had to get out of your lease for your old apartment and find somewhere new to live in Detroit. Carl Manfred’s house may have been in your name, but it wasn’t yours. As times were still changing you couldn’t officially put the house in Markus’s name, but you knew you could work around it. Your inheritance had left plenty of money to pay for the house in its entirety, so Markus had no option but to accept. You simply wouldn’t allow anything else. You, Connor, and Hank were all at the house now, shoveling snow and cleaning up around the place. You wanted to keep it pristine until Markus came. You were outside with Connor, against his insistence that you shouldn’t be out in the cold, cleaning the snow off the driveway and walkways around the house. You stopped and looked over at him, who noticed immediately and needed no other urging to come to you. He sat his shovel down and wrapped an arm around your shoulders. He pulled you closer and kissed your temple. “Getting tired or cold?” You smiled up at him. “I’m fine.” You stood on your toes and kissed him. “You worry too much.” He smiled back and pressed his forehead to yours. He heard snow crunching and looked up suddenly. He nudged you gently. You looked up and saw a familiar face. “Markus!” You ran to him and hugged him. He hugged you back, grinning widely. “Y/N.”

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December 25, 2038 “I still can’t believe you convinced everyone to come to this.” Markus was standing next to you in Carl’s kitchen. No, it was his kitchen now. He was looking into the dining room at all the people you had convinced to come to the Christmas party you insisted was necessary. “What? Everyone here either has never celebrated Christmas or has no one else to celebrate with.” You were making coffee for you and Hank. “It’s the perfect party.” He smiled as he entered the dining room. All of his friends were there; North, Simon, Josh, and many other androids from the revolution. He and Connor had become fast friends, mostly on account of you. You were what they had mostly bonded over, but they were quickly learning they had other things in common. He was still warming to the idea of Hank. Although, Hank loved you and Connor as his kids, so Markus liked him well enough. You walked past Markus and handed a mug to Hank, who took it thankfully. You sat down between him and Connor and motioned for Markus to come in and sit. He obeyed, knowing it was useless to argue with you. “Alright, everyone,” you announced, “it’s time for presents.” Everyone seemed excited about it although they were fairly nervous. You had decided to make it easy on the androids and organized a bit of a Secret Santa situation. You had grilled Markus for an hour trying to pair people based on who they would be most comfortable shopping for. It had paid off apparently as he watched people exchange gifts and smile and hug. You had paired Hank and Connor with each other, and they seemed to like their gifts. You had insisted Markus be paired with you. He was happy enough with that situation. You sidled up next to him and handed him a large, flat package wrapped in festive paper. “What’s this?” He was staring at it intently. “Well, you see, if you open it, you’ll find out.” You laughed as he gave you an exasperated look. “C’mon just open it. You’ll like it.” He carefully unwrapped it and stared for a second. It was a painting. Not one of Carl’s, but certainly one by a master. It was a portrait of Carl and Markus. Carl was seated in his wheelchair with Markus on his left, both smiling gently. Markus stuttered over his words. “(Y/N), this is-how did you-?” You smiled. “I sent some photos to one of Dad’s artist friends.” He smiled back and hugged you. “I love it. Thank you.” He handed you your present. “I feel like I copied you now.” He chuckled. “Well, you know what they say,” you took the present from him. “Great minds think alike.” It was shaped just like the one you had given him but wrapped in different paper. He had done a better job at wrapping your gift than you had managed for his. You carefully unwrapped it and found the familiar style of your father’s painting. It was a portrait of you. You had never seen this one before. It was beautiful. You could tell your dad was trying to stylize it to represent you not only in likeness but in colors that reflected your personality. “Markus, it’s beautiful. Where did you find it?”   “He was working on it for a long time. He was planning to give it to you now for Christmas. He didn’t get the chance to finish it...” He fought the sad thought away. “So, I had to complete it. I hope you don’t mind. He and I discussed it a lot.” You smiled. “It’s perfect. Thank you.” You hugged him. “I’m just surprised I haven’t seen it before with how much I was in this house before you came back.” He smiled mischievously. “I helped Carl hide it when we knew you were coming back. It was difficult when you were living here.” You laughed with tears for your father in your eyes. “I love you two so much.” You hugged again before parting ways to socialize. You had gone over to see how Hank and Connor liked their gifts, you already knew what they each got as you had picked them both out. Markus was talking to North and looking around the room at all the faces. He knew why you had done this. This was your way of showing him he still had a family outside of you and Carl. You were creating a life for him. This party was the beginning of his life.

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The Beginning of His Life, Chapter 7

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 8

Summary: (Y/N) Manfred is about as mixed up with androids as she could possibly be.

Pairings: Connor x Reader (romantic), Markus x Reader (platonic), Carl (father) x Reader (daughter)

Warnings: mentions of death

Word count: 2,314

Author’s Note: Hi, everyone! I’m back! Finally! Graduate school has dominated my life and it was difficult to find time and inspiration to write. I had to completely re do this chapter because it didn’t feel right. Anyway, it’s here now and there’s only one more chapter after this. Hope you all like it! 

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November 11, 2038 So much had changed since you saw Markus at the cemetery. Androids were being sent to camps. You were doing better after seeing Markus. Knowing he was alive was enough to bring you out of your dismal state. You didn’t ask Markus about Connor. You’d had so little time with him and wanted to spend the few moments you had comforting him. You also weren’t sure if you wanted to know what had become of Connor. You were afraid of the answer. Now, Markus was going to march on one of the camps. You knew he may die unless he could convince the world that androids are alive. You wanted to help but didn’t know how. Staying in the city was difficult as law enforcement encouraged people to evacuate. You knew you were finding a way to see what was happening with Markus. You had watched the news for some time in your hotel room. Once you saw where Markus was going you left the hotel. It was evening and there was no one on the streets as far as you could tell. Luckily the police were more involved elsewhere. You were worried about the curfew but knew you had to do this. You oriented yourself and took off sprinting. You had to get there. You had to see him. You rounded a corner and ran into someone. You fell backwards and scrambled to stand up. “I’m so sorry-” You looked up at the man you ran into. He had dark skin and an LED. He was with three other people, two women, both with beautiful, smooth dark skin, and another man, with pale skin and hair. They looked at you with fear in their eyes. They knew you were human and that you could turn them in. They turned and began running, one of the women was limping. “Hey! Wait!” You sprinted after them. “I can help you! Please!” Reluctantly the man you ran into stopped. He eyed you suspiciously. You stopped a few feet away. “Please, I have a car. I can get you out of the city.” “Travis!” One of the women hissed, she was holding the injured android up. “We’ve got to go. She’ll get us caught.” He looked back at her. “We won’t make it out of the city, Nina. She might be able to help us.” He turned back to you. “How would you get us passed the checkpoints? They won’t let you out of the city without checking your ID and passengers.” You thought for a moment. You reached into your coat pocket and pulled out your badge. “I think I can wave this at them. It should do the trick.” Travis smiled at you. “We will come with you.”

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The four androids you were now helping had hid in an alleyway near where you had met while you went back to the hotel to get your car. You hopped in and pulled out of your spot in the parking garage. It took only a minute or two to get back to the androids. They all hopped in with Travis in the passenger seat and Nina and the other two, whose names you learned were Eleanor and Matthias, sat in the backseat. Once everyone was inside, you rummaged around in the center console and pulled out a ballpoint pen and your first aid kit. You handed the pen to Travis. “Here, you all need to take your LEDs out.” He took the pen from you and began prying his LED out. You handed the first aid kit to Nina. “Here, you can at least stop the bleeding. There’s a blanket under the seat, you should hide the bandages under it. I don’t want to have to explain that to the guards.” Nina nodded and set to work. You pulled away from the curb and headed for the nearest highway out of the city.

*** You had made good time, until you actually could see the edge of the city. Cars upon cars were backed up, waiting to get out of Detroit. This was going to take a while. You sighed. “We’re going to be here a while.” You reach up to turn on the news station when you realized who was in the car with you. “Oh, do you mind if I listen to the news? I know it’s probably not something you want to hear right now, it’s just that someone I care about is involved.” Travis shook his head. “Go ahead.” You turned on the local news station. “…deviant leader, Markus, is marching down the streets with an army of androids behind him. Law enforcement believes he is heading for one of the android camps.” You clenched the steering wheel and bit your lip as you eased up in line. An army of androids, even after his efforts to remain peaceful, they’re still afraid. “This person you care about,” Travis began, “they are an android?” You looked at him in surprise. You hadn’t expected anyone to want to talk to you about anything, but maybe he wanted to know who was helping him. “Yeah, there are two of them actually.” He thought for a moment. “I didn’t think humans cared about androids.” You smiled. “Some of us do.” He looked out the window at the snow. Nina spoke up in the back. “How do you know them?” “She may not wish to say, Nina.” Travis scolded without looking away from the window. “No, it’s alright.” You smiled at her in the rearview mirror. “One of them worked for my father, who treated him as a son, and we became close friends over the years. I’m closer to him than almost anyone else in my life.” You smiled as you thought of the early years of your relationship with Markus, before everything was so complicated. “And the other one I met at work. He works for the DPD. We were working on the deviant cases and I was getting to watch him slowly become deviant.” Your smile widened as you thought of the emotion you saw in Connor’s eyes when you would arrive at the station in the mornings. Your eyes darkened and your smile fell as you remembered last night. “He might be dead, though, and I’ll never get to tell him. And my friend may die tonight.” You wiped a tear away. “Some of us humans are losing people we love too.” Travis stared at you, along with the others. Matthias spoke. “I hope there are more humans like you.”

***

An hour later, you were pulling up to the checkpoint. You saw Travis’s fingers twitch nervously as the armed guard motioned you forward. “Alright, everyone, stay quiet while I talk to him,” you instructed as you eased to a stop and rolled down your window. “I need to see identification for everyone in the car,” the guard stated gruffly. You pulled out your badge. “They don’t have any identification. They were forced out of their home so quickly by the evacuation order they couldn’t bring anything.” You handed him your badge. “Deputy Manfred. I was offering to take people out of the city. It’s not safe for humans to be here.” “First name?” “(Y/N).” The guard looked at your badge and waved another guard over. He handed him the badge. “Check the records for a Deputy (Y/N) Manfred at the DPD.” The other man left, and you sat still in your seat, trying to stay calm. You heard some shuffling in the backseat and looked at them in your rearview mirror. They all looked frightened. After a few minutes, the other guard returned with your badge. “She’s clear.” The original guard handed it back to you. “Get these people out of here, Officer Manfred.” “Will do,” you took your badge and rolled up the window. You drove through the now open gate in the barricade and waited until you passed all the guards to sigh in relief. “I can’t believe that worked,” Eleanor whispered. “Me either,” you replied. “Where am I taking you?” “There’s someone at Anchor Bay with boats taking androids across into Canada,” Travis answered. Anchor Bay, that would take about thirty-five minutes. “You know exactly where they are?” Travis hesitated. “Well, no. There’s a rendezvous point a little way out. I know where that is.”   “Alright, tell me.” You settled in for the tense drive.

***

You reached the rendezvous point and stopped the car. You saw a woman herding androids into her car. You and the other four got out and approached her. She was smiling at everyone. “We’ve come for safe passage.” Travis looked her in the eye, pleading. She smiled at him. “Of course. My car is full right now. Let me take them to the boats and I’ll come back for you.” She got in her car and left. You checked the time anxiously, trying to decide if you could leave them now. “Go,” Matthias said suddenly. You looked at him and then the other three. “Will you all be alright?” “We will now,” Nina replied. “Thanks to you,” Eleanor added. You smiled at them all. “I hope you all reach Canada safely.” “And we wish you and your friends safety,” Travis said quietly. “You have shown us a kindness we have learned not to expect from humans. We won’t forget you or what you did for us.” “Maybe one day we’ll find you again.” Nina was smiling at you. “I’d like that,” you answered. You checked the time again. “I’ve got to go. Be safe.” You hopped back in your car and took off back to Detroit. You planned on using your same trick to get back into the city. You offered a similar story to the guard on the other side of the gate, claiming you had escorted someone out of the city and were returning to help more humans. They ran your name and badge again and let you through. You hated abusing your power by waving your badge around, but this felt like a just cause. You turned on the news again and listened for where Markus was. He had made it to the camp hours ago and the armed officers had fired on them. You were stressed to say the least. It took a while to navigate the streets as they were littered with cars and debris. You finally had to park in an alley and abandon your car. You locked it and took off sprinting toward the camp. When you arrived, you were on the side of the barricade with the press. You decided to use your badge again to get closer. You showed it to the guard and approached the hoard of people. You shoved your way to the front and saw Markus. It had been hours since anything had happened. The androids built the barricade and that was it. The press was getting antsy. They wanted something to happen so they could go home. You saw some movement among the soldiers and leaned forward nervously. After a while, something finally happened. Agent Perkins stepped forward and called Markus out to talk. You watched as Markus’s advisors told him not to go. You were hoping he wouldn’t but knew he would. He walked out of the barricade with his head held high and confronted Agent Perkins. The time it took for him to walk across the empty space between was probably less than a minute but the intensity of it all made it feel much longer. You couldn’t hear anything but watched as they talked. After a minute or so of talking with Perkins, Markus spoke loud enough for everyone to hear, “I won’t betray my people.” You knew things were about to go south. Markus made the walk back to his people and re-entered the barricade. You could see the soldiers moving. Something was about to happen. Before you could react, a projectile flew into the barricade and an explosion deafened you. You were pushed down as journalists made a run for it. You scrambled to your feet and made to scale the barrier. You had to get to Markus. Someone grabbed you around your middle and began pulling you away. You kicked and fought against them, watching as the soldiers advanced on the androids. You turned and saw Hank. “No! Let go of me, Hank!” “Stop fighting!” He was gritting his teeth and attempting to keep your arms pinned. “We have to go!” You continued to struggle against his hold and heard a police officer yelling at you to leave. You elbowed him in the side and wiggled free. You rushed the boundary and Hank grabbed your wrist. “(Y/N)! Stop!” You tried to pull free of his grasp. “Please, Hank! I have to help him!” Suddenly everything seemed quiet except for a soft sound. You heard someone singing. It was Markus. You whipped your head around and watched. You had heard him sing before. Your father had loved for Markus to sing for him. He had a lovely, haunting voice, which struck a cord deep within you as you heard the other androids sing with him. You felt tears in your eyes as you watched as the soldiers lowered their guns and stared at him. He had done it. Markus had saved the androids. He had shown humans they are alive. You and Hank shared a look and knew the world had changed forever. “Look!” A journalist next to you was pointing past Markus and the soldiers. You squinted and saw thousands of forms coming closer, all of them in white. You could see the blue glow of their LEDs and armbands. As they got closer you could see Connor at the front. Your knees gave out as you saw him. Hank caught you. “He’s deviant now,” he said quietly.

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The Beginning of His Life, Chapter 6

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 /  Chapter 5 / Chapter 7 / Chapter 8

Summary: (Y/N) Manfred is about as mixed up with androids as she could possibly be.

Pairings: Connor x Reader (romantic), Markus x Reader (platonic), Carl (father) x Reader (daughter)

Warnings: grief, mentions of death

Word count: 1,169

Author’s Note: Hi, everyone! Just wanted to say a quick thank you to everyone for being so sweet in response to my last note. You are all so wonderful and I’m so thrilled you like this piece. We only have two more chapters after this so expect to see those soon!

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November 10, 2038

Hank and Connor had left four hours ago. Hank was going to drop Connor off at the train station and then go back to the DPD and wait for updates. You were to sit at home and wait. You were to sit and wait to hear if one of the people you cared about was dead. You knew you might not hear anything, which could mean either Connor was dead and Markus escaped or Connor became deviant and joined the cause. You were silently praying Connor would become deviant. He was right there, so close.

He had saved Hank and let the deviant with the pigeons escape, he had spared the androids at the Eden Club, and he had spared Kamski’s android. He spoke of androids as if they were people, using human pronouns and not “it.” He had so much software instability. He was almost deviant.

You lay in bed, agonizing over it all. You thought of the scenarios, what the best ending would be, and how you might attain it. You couldn’t do anything though. You just had to wait.

You tossed and turned some more before getting up. How could you sleep? Exhausted as you were, your mind kept racing. Connor was going to Jericho. He was trying to end the revolution. He might kill Markus. Markus might kill him. You were praying Markus could convince him to go deviant. He had to. That was Jericho’s only hope.

You were hoping Connor would become deviant for selfish reasons too. You were hoping he felt the same way and that deviancy would allow him to feel that way. You shook your head.

No, it wouldn’t work.

You wrapped a blanket around your shoulders and sat down on edge of the bed, facing the window. Your hotel room was dark yet the city seemed so alive. Lights were moving here and there and you heard the sounds of city living. You sighed. If only you could have convinced Connor not to go. You knew it was a losing battle though. He had to go. Markus would have to make him deviant.

Your AI’s voice cut through your thoughts. “Lieutenant Hank Anderson is here to see you.”

“Let him in,” you croaked. Your voice sounded as though you had been sleeping somehow. You got a drink of water before Hank knocked on your door. He had made it up to your room in record time. You opened the door to find him doubled over with his hands on his knees, panting. “Hank? What’s going on?”

“Turn on,” he huffed, “the news.” He continued to breathe heavily as you followed his instructions.

Your heart was sinking rapidly as awareness dawned on you. Something happened with Connor. Something bad.

“...the FBI took over the deviant case just today and has already found where the deviants were hiding,” the news anchor reported. “They neutralized many of the deviants but were forced to retreat when the ship the deviants were hiding in exploded and began to sink.They are unsure if the deviant leader, Markus, was caught in the blast or if he is still at large.”

You sank to your knees.

An explosion. They blew up Jericho.

How could Markus and Connor have made it out of there? Soldiers were shooting at them and then the ship exploded and started sinking. Androids were being hunted like dogs. How could they still be alive?

You faintly heard Hank saying your name. He was trying to bring you back to the present. You just couldn’t process it. All in one week you had lost your father, your friend, and someone you had come to care for a tremendous amount. How could you have lost so many in one week?

“(Y/N),” Hank was on his knees next to you. “(Y/N), I’m so sorry. I know you cared for Connor. And it’s no secret that you knew Markus.” He sighed. “I know I’m not the most friendly person but I know grief and I know it well.” He looked at your blank expression, expectant. “You need to grieve. For all of them.”

You broke at long last. You had held on to the shock of losing your father and friend to death and alienated your brother so you could continue with your life. You had refused to grieve. Now you lost someone you were growing to love too. It was all too much. You exited denial and felt anger fill you.

How could this have happened?

You stood up suddenly and began storming around the room.

“How could he do this? How could Connor go there and die? How could he go there and get Markus killed? How could he take two people I care about away from me?” The tears were flowing freely down your face. Your voice was too loud. The people in the rooms around you were likely going to complain.

Hank stood and took a tentative step towards you. “He was just trying to do what’s right.”

You turned and locked eyes with him. He had the sudden impression of lightening striking a tree and the tree bursting into flames.

“What’s right?” you yelled. “How is this right? How is it right for my stupid, selfish, screwed up brother to break into our dad’s house and kill him? He knew Dad was in poor health. He knew it would take so little stress to take him away from us and yet he did it. How is it right that Connor should come into my life, make me care about him, know that I love Markus as a brother, as that information was apparently obvious, and then go and not only get Markus killed but himself too? How is any of that right?” You lost the ability to speak. You crumbled onto the floor and sobbed.

Hank knelt down and hugged you. He knew this stage of grief all too well. He had lived in this stage for far too long.

***

You barely slept the night before. You were up most of the night worrying about Connor and Markus, and then you were up for almost all the rest of it mourning them. Hank had left after you had cried yourself to sleep.

You woke up on the sofa and knew what you needed to do. You had to go to your father’s grave.

After dressing in your warmest sweater, boots, and coat, you took a bus to the cemetery. This was the first time you were visiting your father’s grave outside of the funeral. You were sure this wouldn’t be the last.

Your mind was elsewhere as you walked down the path. The snow crunched under your boots as you passed all the other graves. You spared a thought for those who came to mourn over their tombstones. You were completely wrapped up in the memories of your father when you neared his grave. You noticed something in your field of vision and looked up.

“Markus?”

“(Y/N).”

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The Beginning of His Life, Chapter 5

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 / Chapter 8

Summary: (Y/N) Manfred is about as mixed up with androids as she could possibly be.

Pairings: Connor x Reader (romantic), Markus x Reader (platonic), Carl (father) x Reader (daughter)

Warnings: none

Word count: 2,080

Author’s Note: Hi, all! I just wanted to include a quick note with this chapter saying first I apologize for the infrequent postings and second I apologize for the upcoming time of even longer time between chapters. I begin grad school next month and my time is going to be entirely taken up by that. All hope is not lost though! The entirety of this piece is written, I only have to go through and make quite a few changes as I made some big changes as I posted chapters. So, just know that I intend to post all the chapters of this piece for you but there may be a few hiatuses in between! Anyhow, I hope you’ve enjoyed this so far and am thankful for any notes you give my chapters whether they’re likes, reblogs, or comments. Hope you like this chapter as much as I do!

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November 9, 2038

Earlier that day, you had seen Markus on TV again. He was marching through the streets with his people. You had heard what they were chanting, all peaceful statements claiming humans needed to understand that androids are alive. You were thrilled to see it but now you were again unsure if he was alive. The police had fired at them. Your chest tightened. You had just gotten back from your kickboxing class and hopped in the shower. You’d had a long day.

“There is an android at the door requesting to see you, (Y/N),” The AI in your hotel room announced. Your heart leapt into your throat.

Markus?

You stuck your shampooed head out of the shower slightly. “What model is the android?”

“An RK800.”

Connor.

Your heart seized for an entirely different reason and you began rinsing your hair quickly.

“Let him in.”

“Granting the RK800 entrance,” the AI replied.

You toweled off as quickly as possible and wrapped your robe around you. You opted out of greeting him with a towelhead and stuck with wet hair. You were still attempting to get your hair to stop dripping when someone knocked on the door. You continued blotting your hair and padded to the door. You opened it and smiled.

There stood Connor, alone.

“Good evening, (Y/N).” He beamed at you and seemed to be taking in the sight of you in a robe with wet hair. “I apologize for the intrusion. I should have called first.”

“Oh, no, no! It’s quite all right. Please come in,” You opened the door wider and stood aside. “I apologize for answering the door like this, I just got in from my kickboxing class.”

He stepped inside and examined the room. “Kickboxing?”

“Yeah, I took it up not too long ago. It helps with stress relief.” You led him further inside. You neglected to mention that it wore you out to the point of absolute exhaustion, keeping you from being able to stay awake late into the night and having to deal with all the grief you were avoiding. “Please, sit.” You motioned to the sofa and armchairs in the sitting area.

“Thank you.” He placed himself gracefully in an armchair and you sat on the sofa. “Hank will be joining us soon. I asked him to pick up some clothes for me. I thought I would have him drop me off here so I can catch you up on today’s events.”

Clothes?

“Yeah, sounds good.” You stood up. “Let me get dressed and I’ll start some coffee for Hank.”

“Of course.” Connor smiled warmly at you.

You excused yourself and walked into the bathroom to get changed.

After you left Connor sat still, blinking for a bit. You had seemed so at ease, sitting there in front of him with wet hair and a robe on. You had looked different too. He wasn’t used to seeing you so disheveled. For reasons he could not fathom, he liked seeing you that way.

When you came out of the bathroom wearing sweatpants and a sweater he felt his thirium pump falter. What was happening to him?

You walked to the kitchenette and began making coffee, oblivious to his feelings. “So, what happened today?” you asked as you worked.

Connor wandered around your room. “Hank and I went out to see Kamski.”

“Kamski?” Your eyebrows shot up and you turned to look at him. “Jeez, I didn’t think he accepted visitors. What did he tell you?”

“Well, nothing.” He looked at you from his position in front of the window and then to the door, just five feet from where you were standing. Where was Hank? Connor was having strange feelings. He wanted Hank there to distract him from you, but he also didn’t want to give up his precious time alone with you.

“Yeah? He couldn’t help you?”

“No, it wasn’t that.” Connor noticed you had left a book open on the coffee table and noted the title, interested in your tastes. “He said he had information on deviants.”

You cocked an eyebrow. “Why didn’t he tell you?”

Connor approached you and rested a hand on the counter next to the coffeepot. “He said he would only tell us if I shot his android.”

You dropped the spoon you were holding. “What?” you bent over, grabbed the spoon, and threw it into the sink. “What did you do?” You were worried, wondering how dominant the machine in Connor was.

“I-” his brow furrowed and his eyes seemed darker. “I couldn’t do it.”

You peeked up at him. You were holding your coffee mug in both hands and considering him. You had zoned out looking out the window passed him and didn’t notice he had leaned closer, your noses almost touching. Your breath caught in your throat when he spoke and you realized how close he was.

“I don’t know why I couldn’t do it, (Y/N).” His eyes showed he was troubled. You knew what was happening. “She just looked up at me and I couldn’t do it.” You had been investigating this and now you were watching it unfold before you. Connor was slowly becoming deviant.

You sat your coffee cup down and laid a hand over his on the counter. “I know. I’m glad you didn’t.” Your voice was sincere as you spoke.

“Why?” You hated seeing him this troubled but he was so attractive when he was puzzled.

“Because, that’s not who you are.”

He considered this for a moment. He looked you in the eye and turned his hand under yours over, so your palms were touching. “(Y/N), I was designed to complete this mission. I may have done that today if I had shot her. I acted against who I am.”

You shook your head slowly. “That’s not who you are.” Your nose grazed his and you fought to keep your voice steady. “You showed empathy today, Connor. That’swho you are.”

You stared at each other silently. Neither of you were sure of what to do now. You weren’t sure how, why, or if you should be having these feelings for a man you just met, much less an android who likely didn’t feel the same way.

Connor broke the silence, “(Y/N), I have been removed from the case.”

“I know.” You had also been removed but would continue to stay in Detroit. You couldn’t go back to your old life just yet. You didn’t feel right leaving your dad’s house as it was, it needed to be packed up. You knew Leo would want to sell it all, but you weren’t going to let that happen. You knew Connor was struggling too, especially because CyberLife would shut him down. This fact troubled you immensely.

“I know where Jericho is.”

Your stomach dropped and you knew your face had gone white. He knew where to find Markus? No. He couldn’t.

“You do?” You swallowed.

“Yes, I’m going there tonight. To detain the deviant leader, Markus.”

You felt the world spinning again and you almost fell down. Connor was there in an instant, leading you to the sofa. You sat down and stared at the floor.

To detain the deviant leader, Markus.

“Connor, you can’t.” You looked up at him, your eyes pleading. “Think about what this will mean. Think about that android you could have shot earlier. They are people. You are a person. You felt empathy today. Feel it now.”

He sighed. “(Y/N), you know I can’t feel. I’m a machine. I’m going to complete my mission.” He sat next to you.

“Connor, you can’t go.” You paused, struggling to come up with a reason besides that you loved Markus as a brother. “It’s dangerous. You could die.”

“I can’t die, (Y/N). I’m not alive.” He looked sad, as if he didn’t want to believe what he was saying. “It may be dangerous, but Markus has hurt people. He’s hurting people and androids now because of this.” He leaned towards you. “I have to do this. This is what I was made for.”

You both jumped away from each other when the AI in the hotel room spoke.

“Lieutenant Hank Anderson is here to see you,” it reported.

“Let him in.”

You stared at Connor and he stared back. You both were trying to say something to the other silently, but everything was lost in translation. You were trying to tell him that he was a person you cared about and who deserved to live and be happy. He was trying to tell you that he wished more than anything that things were different and he could make his own choices. Hank knocked on the door and you stood and opened it. He could feel the tense air around the two of you.

“Jeez,” Hank began, “you two have a lover’s quarrel or something?”

Connor opened his mouth to speak but you beat him to it.

“He was just telling me of his plans.”

Connor stared you down, still puzzled. “She disagrees with my intentions.”

Hank looked between you two. “Well, I can’t say I’m surprised or that I blame her.”

Connor looked at him. “You know this must be done to complete the mission, Lieutenant.”

“There may be another way,” Hank offered.

“None that I’m aware of.” Connor wasn’t angry, but thoroughly unsure of why you and Hank were behaving this way.

“There’s always another way.” You stared him down, making sure to let him know you disagreed with this decision.

Connor stood there silently, staring at you and Hank. “My program cannot see another way for me to complete this mission.”

You huffed in frustration and opened your mouth to argue further with him but Hank stopped you.

“I think it’s a lost cause, kid.” He looked from you to Connor. “This is what he thinks he has to do.”

You stared at Hank and then Connor, considering. You sighed, knowing there was no way to convince him otherwise. “Fine,” you stepped closer to Connor. “Just, please think about the possibility of another way while you’re there.”

Connor held your gaze intently. “I’ll do as you ask.”

***

“Connor, I wanna ask you something.” Hank was staring at the RK800 sitting in his car just outside the train station.

“Yes, Lieutenant Anderson?”

Hank sighed. “I know it’s not my business, but someone’s gotta intervene I suppose.” He looked at Connor directly. “Do you care about (Y/N)?”

Connor’s brows furrowed. “I don’t understand. I care that she lives. If she were to accompany us on investigations I would protect her as I protect you. I value human life, Lieutenant.”

“That’s not what I meant.” Hank huffed. Dense android.“I mean, (Y/N) cares about you. As more than a coworker and I think more than a friend.”

The crease between the android’s brows deepened. “I’m struggling to follow... You mean romantically?”

Hank pinched the bridge of his nose. “Yeah. Romantically.”

Connor looked out the windshield, utterly confused. How could a human love a machine? He couldn’t even feel love. And yet, his thirium pump stuttered at the thought of you. He remembered suddenly when you had put your hand over his less than an hour ago in your hotel room. His skin had tingled for a few moments afterward. That wasn’t love. It was just his software acting strange. “I don’t know that she does, Lieutenant. How could she? I’m a machine. She works with those all the time. She’s seen the inside of one I’m sure. She knows we can’t feel love.”

“Oh, boy.” Hank was blown away by Connor’s obliviousness. “You know she supports deviants, kid. She came to work two days after her dad died so she could continue this investigation and try to save deviants from meeting the same fate as the ones in our case files. She wants to save them. Of course she thinks they can feel. She’s probably hoping you’ll turn deviant and care for her too.”

Connor stared at his hands, considering. He had never felt love before, but the thought of you made him feel strange. His LED was flashing yellow and his software kept sending him “software instability” messages. He looked back at Hank.

“I cannot feel love. I am a machine.” He got out of the car.

Before he could shut the door, Hank leaned over the center console and said, “Well, just do her a favor and consider the possibilities, all right?”

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The Beginning of His Life, Chapter 4

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 / Chapter 8

Summary: (Y/N) Manfred is about as mixed up with androids as she could possibly be.

Pairings: Connor x Reader (romantic), Markus x Reader (platonic), Carl (father) x Reader (daughter)

Warnings: grief

Word count: 1,139

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November 8, 2038

You woke up in the dark. It was early, you thought. You hadn’t slept much recently thanks to all the emotions washing over you and the hotel bed didn’t help. You had left the DPD that night not knowing where to go. You knew your father’s house was still taped off as a crime scene and couldn’t bring yourself to go there anyway. So you had checked in to a hotel close to the DPD. You really needed to go back to the house to get some clothes but couldn’t do it. You settled for sleeping in your clothes from that day and just buying new ones the next. You couldn’t go back, not yet. But yesterday had been awful. All the calls of condolences and the press trying to “get a quote” had nearly pushed you over the edge. You weren’t doing that today.

So, several hours later, you left your phone in your hotel room and walked to the DPD. You scanned your badge at the gate and entered the main area. You avoided the questioning eyes and hurried to your desk. You sat down and began unpacking your workbag.

“Hello, Detective Manfred.”

You jumped and spun around in your desk chair. It was Connor.

“Oh, hey, Connor.”

His expression was puzzled. “I wasn’t aware you were coming in today.”

You knew people were going to bring it up. You had rehearsed your responses all morning. “Yeah, well, I just thought I would come back so I can help you and Hank.”

“But-” he began but was cut off by Fowler.

“MANFRED! In my office now!”

You closed your eyes and swallowed. Captain Fowler was going to be your biggest problem today.

“I better go.” You stood and began walking away, but felt a hand on your forearm. You looked back and saw Connor holding you there gently, his eyes were full of emotion. It was almost startling to see.

“I’m sorry for your loss, (Y/N).”

You struggled to find the right words amidst the emotions. Why were you so flustered? “Thank you, Connor.”

“MANFRED!” Fowler’s voice carried across the office.

Connor let go of you and you offered him a weak smile before marching to the captain’s office with your head held high.

You walked into the office and stood in front of him. “Sir?”

Fowler was sitting at his desk, staring at you. You could tell he was seething but trying to control it. He didn’t want to lose his temper on you after everything you’d been through.

“Why are you here?” He asked, straining to control his anger.

“Because you requested a detective with experience working with androids and detaining deviants.”

He sighed and you could see his fists clench. “You know that’s not what I meant.”

You sighed too and relaxed your tense posture. “I know. I just needed to get out of that hotel room.”

“Hotel room?”

“I-I couldn’t go back home that night because it was still a crime scene and I just can’t go back yet. And then yesterday was just condolence calls from family and friends and harassment from the press.” You stopped and took a breath. “I need to work here, sir. I know I can help with the investigation and I need something to do.”

Fowler stared at you for a moment. He sighed again and he unclenched his fists. “I understand. You can stay, but you are definitely to stay here with the evidence.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Return to your desk. I believe Hank is here now. You should meet with him to discuss the case.”

“Yes, sir.” You left the office and walked up to Hank. “Morning, Hank.”

He turned to you. “Hey, kid. I figured you’d be out a few more days at least.”

“And let you and Connor have all the fun with the case? Never.” You smiled as best you could and hoped it was convincing.

Hank looked at you and smiled back. “Well, welcome back.” He gave you a one-armed hug.

You met Connor’s eyes and saw the same emotion in them. You couldn’t pinpoint what it was but it gave you butterflies.

***

You were sitting at your desk catching up on evidence while Hank and Connor had gone out to do more investigating. You were staring at the case files thinking about when you had agreed to work on deviant cases at your precinct. You had always felt wrong about owning androids and when Lena was assigned as your partner thanks to a shorthanded staff at your department, well you grew to care for her as a sister, and you were certain she had become deviant. You knew she loved you as family as well, and when you reviewed a deviant case you couldn’t shake the feeling that it was self-defense. A lot of them appeared to be self-defense cases. You knew if you could show people that these androids just wanted to live, they would see them as you did, as people.

Your mind had been working like this for a while when you realized everyone in the office had gone to the break room. Your brow furrowed and you stood up, going to see what the fuss was about. You saw they were all watching the TV. You looked up and saw an android. That was when the voice registered.

Markus.

His speech was ending but you gathered what he had asked for. You didn’t really hear the last of his words. You just saw the screen fade to black as it ended and heard murmurs all around you. You felt the world spinning and made your way clumsily to the bathroom. You locked yourself in a stall and let the tears flow.

Markus had survived somehow! Leo said he had been shot though. How could he have lived?

You shook your head. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was that your friend was alive. And starting a revolution apparently. You smiled. Your father would be proud of him for standing up for himself and his people.

You suddenly realized that it might not be Markus. It could be another model. No, it had to be him. You knew him too well. That was Markus on the TV. He was alive.

You had to find him. You had to find where the deviants were hiding. You had to talk to Markus and make sure he was all right. Tell him that you didn’t blame him for what happened to your father.

You put your hand on the handle to open the stall when you realized what you were doing. You were working with Connor, an RK800, designed to find deviants so CyberLife could neutralize them and make androids that would never feel anything again. You had to protect Markus. You could never find him.

***

TAGS: @imabookworm31 @maajikcrossing

[thosedeviantfeels]

The Beginning of His Life, Chapter 3

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 / Chapter 8

Summary: (Y/N) Manfred is about as mixed up with androids as she could possibly be.

Pairings: Connor x Reader (romantic), Markus x Reader (platonic), Carl (father) x Reader (daughter)

Warnings: suicide, grief, violence, and mentions of death of family member

Word count: 1,547

***

November 6, 2038

“Hey, (Y/N)!”

You jumped and knocked your mug full of coffee meant to help you through this long night of evidence analysis off your desk and onto the floor. Coffee was all over your desk and the floor and your mug had been reduced to a pile of ceramic shards.

“Gavin!” You stood up. “Don’t do that!”

“Sorry, sorry.” He came closer and leaned over your desk. “You need to come to the interrogation room.”

“Why?” You said as you knelt on the floor and gathered your mug.

“Well, Hank’s got an android partner now.”

“I heard,” you deadpanned. You tossed the ceramic into your trashcan and began soaking coffee up with tissues.

“And that android’s interrogating a deviant.”

You stopped your cleanup and met his gaze. You didn’t want to go anywhere with him but you needed to convince someone to let you in there. You wiped your hands on your pants and marched to the interrogation room. You saw Connor, the RK800, with the deviant through the glass. Things weren’t going well. You walked over to Hank.

“Let me go in there.” You demanded.

Hank huffed. “No way, kid. That deviant’s ‘bout to blow. You’re not going in there.”

You gritted your teeth. “You let Connor go in there.”

Hank turned on you. “Yeah, because Connor is made of plastic. And last I checked, you’re a human being. You’re not going in there.”

You stepped closer to him, seething. “You’re gonna blow this investigation like this. There’s a deviant, alive and here. If I talk to him, he’ll help us.”

Hank looked down at you, not condescending-like, he was just taller than you. He sighed. “I would if I could, kid. But your life takes priority over the android’s and the investigation.”

You searched his face, trying to think of a way to convince him. You were distracted by Connor’s voice.

“I’m not getting anywhere.” He stared into the one-way mirror, “I give up.” He opened the door and Chris and Gavin entered.

“Chris, lock it up,” Gavin directed, giving Connor a sideways glance.

You watched as all the men walked into the room, leaving you alone. You couldn’t believe they would give up so easily.

Chris put cuffs on the deviant. “All right, let’s go.” He tried to coax the android.

The deviant jerked his hand away. “Leave me alone! Don’t touch me!”

Oh no.

You were trying to think of a way to diffuse the situation. Nothing was coming to mind. You started to make your way into the interrogation room. Just as you reached the door Chris was struggling with the deviant, who grabbed Chris’s gun and shot himself.

You fell backwards into the wall. So, that’s why Fowler wasn’t letting you go with Hank to crime scenes. This is why you were chained to your desk with the evidence. The captain knew you were still traumatized from Lena’s death. You stared at the deviant on the floor, wide-eyed. He looked so much like her.

“C’mon, (Y/N).” Hank had his arm around you and was leading you from the room. “You don’t need to see that.”

You let him take you out to the break room where you sat down, still shocked.

Get a hold of yourself, (Y/N). You’re a homicide detective.

Thirty minutes and a glass of water later you had calmed down enough to know you needed to talk to Hank’s new partner. You had felt him watching you ever since he came out of the interrogation room. He was scanning you, probably checking your identity and your vitals. You made eye contact with him and motioned him over.

“Hi, Connor. I’m Detective (Y/N) Manfred.” You extended your hand. “I’m a homicide detective sent over from another department to help with the deviant cases. It’s just been Hank and me for a month now. It’s nice to have an extra pair of hands.”

He took your hand and squeezed slightly. “A pleasure to be working with you.” He released your hand and you felt heat rising in your cheeks as you realized how attractive he was. “May I ask why you were not at the crime scene earlier with us?”

You kept yourself from sighing. Here we go.

“Captain Fowler feels that I would do better if I were to stay here and analyze evidence while you and Hank go out in the field.”

He studied you for a moment. He seemed puzzled.

“When Captain Fowler sent a request out for a homicide detective with android experience, my captain wasn’t ready to part with me. But my partner, Lena, was an android and she and I had worked a few deviant cases. I’ve gotten deviants to talk before.”

He raised his eyebrows in surprise. “You should have been in there tonight then.”

“I said the same thing to Hank. Anyway, Lena had a tendency to throw herself in front of me anytime someone was shooting. She really relied on being replaced. She had so many new bodies I lost count,” you chuckled. “Until one night, a bullet caught her in the head, and took her memories.” Your eyes darkened and burned with tears. You remembered holding Lena as she shut down. You had walked into your captain’s office covered in thirium and looking like death. She responded to Captain Fowler’s request the next day. “My captain thought placing me back home would be good for me, so I could have a change of scenery and spend time with my dad.”

Connor seemed to make the connection. “Your father is Carl Manfred, correct?”

You smiled. “Yeah, that’s him.” Your smile fell as you noticed someone over Connor’s shoulder. You squinted at the face.

Leo.

Connor looked behind him. “Everything all right, Detective Manfred?”

“Yeah, if you’ll excuse me.” You marched off toward Leo. “Hey, baby brother. What’re you doing here?” You looked around nervously. He wasn’t wearing cuffs. That was a good thing.

“(Y/N)! Why are you so difficult to get a hold of? I’ve been calling you for hours now.”

You frowned and pulled your phone out from your pocket. It was dead.

“Jeez, I’m sorry, Leo. It must’ve died a while ago. Is everything okay?”

He looked you in the eye and you thought you saw tears. “Dad’s dead.”

You took a second to process that. How could he be? You had just seen him earlier that evening. “What?” You fell to your knees and Leo followed. He hugged you as you sat still, shocked for the second time that evening. “Wh-What happened?”

“That android...” He was holding onto you, crying.

Your brows furrowed. “What about him?”

Leo pulled away and looked at you. “It killed him.”

You stared at your brother for a second, appalled. Your body came to life again and you jerked away from him and stood up, glaring down at him.

“I find that hard to believe, Leo.”

He stood up too, his grief turned to anger. “What do you mean, sis? I’m telling you I went there to see Dad and that thing lost it’s mind.”

You stepped closer and looked him in the eye. “Is that really what happened? Or were you there to ask for money?”

He pushed you away from him. “Hey! We just lost our father, (Y/N)! You really gonna lecture me right now?”

You felt the anger rush through you. “Yeah, I am. I know you. You didn’t go to just see him. You went asking for money and he told you no.”

“How do you know that, huh?” His nostrils flared. “Maybe he cared about me, unlike you.”

“No, he told me he wasn’t going to help you anymore.” That was it. He had done this. “You killed him, Leo.”

“What? No I didn’t! That android did it!”

“Oh really? And what was the cause of his death?”

Leo looked as if he didn’t want to tell you. “Heart attack.”

The anger overtook you and you grabbed Leo by the front of his shirt and threw him against the wall. “And you blamed him for it?” You were screaming. You didn’t care who heard you. “What happened to him? Where is he?”

“They shot it!” Leo smirked. “They shot it.”

You couldn’t believe it, your father and your friend, gone in one night. You let go of Leo and fell into a chair. You were falling apart right there in front of everyone.

“Why do you care so much, (Y/N)?” Leo came closer. He actually seemed hurt. “I’m your brother. It,” he spat, “was nothing.”

You brought yourself out of your grief and stood. “No.” You hit Leo in the mouth and he fell to the ground. “He was more of a son to our dad than you ever were.” Leo was looking up at you, his expression shocked and hurt.

Hank came over and put a hand on your shoulder. “That’s enough, (Y/N).” You looked at him and he seemed to be speaking to you silently, all with a glance. He was saying, “I know, but this won’t help.”

You took a step back, away from your brother. “You killed them, Leo. You took my father and my friend from me.” You stormed over to your desk, grabbed your things, and left the DPD.

***

TAGS: @mypnotism

[thosedeviantfeels]

The Beginning of His Life, Chapter 2

Chapter 1 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 / Chapter 8

Summary: (Y/N) Manfred is about as mixed up with androids as she could possibly be.

Pairings: Connor x Reader (romantic), Markus x Reader (platonic), Carl (father) x Reader (daughter)

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,187

***

August 15, 2038

“Hello?” You called out into the entryway. You had just walked in to your father’s house. You liked to check in on him from time to time ever since the accident.

You heard the TV playing and made your way toward the living room. The doors slid open and you saw your father, Carl Manfred, sitting in his wheelchair next to the sofa. His android, Markus, was sitting next to him, both staring intently at the TV screen.

“What’s so interesting?”

Your voice brought them both to attention and they looked up at you.

“Oh, (Y/N), I didn’t know you were coming,” your father motioned for you to come closer. “It’s a little late to be out on the streets.”

You laughed as you planted a kiss on his cheek. “I’m a trained homicide detective, Dad. I think I can manage.” You noticed Markus politely acting as though he wasn’t listening to the conversation. “Hey, Markus. How’s he doing these days?”

“Hello, (Y/N). He’s difficult as always.” He smiled at you.

You chuckled at your father’s betrayed expression and sat on the sofa next to Markus. You looked at the TV for the first time and realized it was the news. On the screen a helicopter hovered near a building. You could see police pointing guns at someone. A man...no, an android was holding a little girl. A hostage situation.

“Dad, I don’t think you should be watching this.”

He huffed. “I am old enough to decide what I should be watching, (Y/N).”

You looked at Markus, who gave you a look of “See what I mean?”

“Will you be staying here tonight, (Y/N)?” Your father didn’t look away from the screen.

You stared at his profile for a second, remembering when you were a child and sat in the studio with him, watching him paint. “Yeah, if that’s okay?”

“Of course it is.” He smiled at you.

Markus stood. “I’ll get your room ready.” He headed upstairs.

You and your dad sat in silence. You hated when he watched these types of news stories. You knew he was thinking about you on that rooftop. He knew you had an android for a partner and were investigating deviants. He had made more than one comment about the dangers of the job.

“Why’d you come tonight, (Y/N)?”

You stared at the TV for a while, considering if you should be honest or tell a small lie. You might get away with it.

“A woman can’t come see her dear, old father from time to time?” You looked over at him and stuck out your bottom lip.

He raised an eyebrow. “Not at nine o’clock at night.”

You sighed. “Leo called earlier.”

You saw your dad stiffen. Leo was a touchy subject for both of you.

“How’s he doing?” He absentmindedly straightened his shirt and propped his elbows on the arms of his wheelchair.

“He’s out of money. Again.” You looked at him. “I told him no.”

Your father sighed. “(Y/N), we’re the only ones in the world who care about him. We need to help him.”

You fought to keep your anger at bay. “You and I have helped him enough. What about when you paid for him to go to rehab? Or when I paid his rent? Or when I got him a job and he got himself fired by just not going to it?” You crossed your arms. “I think he’s one of those people you can’t help. They won’t let you.”

Your father sighed and you could see him looking at you in your peripheral vision. “You two used to be so close. When did that change?”

You turned and looked him in the eye. “When he started using drugs. When he started abusing your compassion.” You scooted closer to him. “Face it, Leo’s practically not your son anymore. Markus has done more for you than even I have. Markus saved you. I know he did. Leo has done nothing but bring you back down. One day, Leo’s going to make us choose between him and ourselves, and I won’t choose him.”

***

An hour or so after your father went to bed you had also crawled into your own. Sleep evaded you though. All you could do was think about your father and Leo. The stress was eating you alive.

After attempting to relax for a couple hours, you gave up. You slid out from under the covers and padded downstairs to the kitchen. You opened the cabinet and began making chamomile tea.

“Trouble sleeping?”

You jumped and dropped your mug. Markus, however, was close enough and fast enough to catch it before it crashed to the floor. You took a step back and let out your breath.

“Sorry, you scared me.”

He handed you the mug carefully. “My apologies. I didn’t mean to startle you.”

You smiled at him. “No, it’s okay. I-I was just lost in my mind.” You continued preparing your tea. “You can sit with me if you’d like,” you said as you made your way into the living area to the sofa.

Markus followed and sat next to you, closer than he would any other human aside from Carl. You two had become great friends in the time he had been helping your father, despite you being upset at your dad for having an android. You had struggled with the idea because it felt too close to slavery to you. You and Markus had a rough start because of that. He thought you hated androids at first. You remembered the conversation vividly.

“I apologize if I have done something to offend you, (Y/N),” Markus had said. “I would like to make it up to you if possible.”

You had laughed. “You haven’t done anything wrong, Markus. I should be apologizing to you.” You smiled at his confusion. “I’ve just been upset at my father for accepting you as a gift from Kamski. I don’t like the idea of owning people.” You knew he was about to say something about being a machine and stopped him. “Or something that looks like a person. Anyway, I’m sorry I’ve been rude. I have no problem with you or androids in general.”

You came back to reality and found Markus staring at you intently.

“You’re worried about Carl,” He said softly.

You exhaled and sipped your tea. “Yeah, I’m worried Leo will run him down again.” You met his gaze. “You’ve helped him so much, Markus. And for that I owe you. You were there for him when I couldn’t be.”

“You don’t owe me anything. Carl’s like a father to me.”

“I know,” you whispered. “Thank you for caring for him better than I could have. And thank you for being a friend to me, even though you thought I hated you at first.”

He chuckled. “Of course. You and Carl have given me a wonderful life here.” He leaned closer to you. “You know I won’t let Carl get back to where he was when I first came here, right?”

You looked at him and smiled. “I know.”

[thosedeviantfeels]

The Beginning of His Life, Chapter 1

Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 / Chapter 8

Summary: (Y/N) Manfred is about as mixed up with androids as she could possibly be. 

Pairings: Connor x Reader (romantic), Markus x Reader (platonic), Carl (father) x Reader (daughter)

Warnings: mild mentions of death

Word count: ~700

***

November 10, 2038 

“I miss you, Carl.” Markus exhaled. “I miss you so much.”

He turned and began walking back. He had intended to come to Carl’s grave before now but he had been so worried about Jericho, how could he? And yet, how could he not have come sooner? Carl had given him everything. He had saved Markus. His words had kept him going all this time.

The sound of snow crunching brought him back to reality. His eyes met a pair of (E/C) ones. Her hair was blowing gently in the wind and her breath was taking a physical form before her as he heard her exhale shakily.

“Markus?” She whispered. She took a step forward, her eyes wide.

“(Y/N).”

Without any other indication they closed the gap and hugged. She cried into his jacket.

“I’ve been so worried about you. Ever since what happened with Dad I thought the police might catch you. Then there’s all the talk on the news and your speech.” She pulled away to look at him, placing her hands on his shoulders. “You’re changing the world, Markus.”

“(Y/N), I-I’m so sorry about Carl.” He felt his eyes burning with tears. “You know he was like a father to me too. I would never-”

She pulled him into another hug. “I know.”

He stopped, shocked. He’d been so worried that he had alienated one of his first friends. He had agonized over whether she blamed him. He was sure Leo had tried to convince her that he had killed Carl. And yet, here she was, comforting him.

She spoke quietly, “I’m so proud of you for choosing peaceful means for this. I know Dad is too.” She smiled at him. “Show the world you’re nothing to be afraid of.”

He smiled back. “I will.”

They stared at each other, knowing what to say next.

“An eye for an eye and the world goes blind,” they said in unison. This was something they had both heard from Carl numerous times.

She chuckled. “He was always right.”

He smiled. “Yeah, he was.”

***

“You wanna infiltrate the CyberLife tower?” Markus stared at Connor, the ex-deviant hunter, incredulously. “Connor, that’s suicide...”

“They trust me, they’ll let me in.” Connor’s voice almost seemed pleading. “If anyone has a chance of infiltrating CyberLife, it’s me.”

“If you go there, they will kill you.” Markus took a step forward. He had already lost too many to this cause.

“There’s a high probability...” Connor seemed to think of something distant, “but statistically speaking, there’s always a chance for unlikely events to take place...”

Markus stared at him, considering. He stepped forward and placed a hand on Connor’s shoulder. “Be careful...”

He took a step back as Connor seemed to be contemplating something. Markus turned to leave.

“Wait,” Connor spoke quietly but his voice sounded heavy. “I-I need to ask something of you, Markus.”

Markus turned back and looked at him. Connor’s eyes seemed pained and almost teary.

“If I don’t survive...” he looked down at the ground and exhaled. He looked back up and met Markus’s gaze. “I need you to find someone for me. Once this is all over.”

Markus watched him for a moment. Connor seemed to be wrestling with something.

“Of course,” Markus smiled. “I’m sure they’ll find us with everything that’s been happening-”

“No, she won’t.” Connor stepped closer to him. “She-she’s human.” Markus’s eyes widened in shock. “No! I know! She’s not like them. She supported deviants before I did. I just...” he looked down again. His hands were locked in fists at his sides. “I just need you to tell her something.”

Markus hesitated but gave in. “Okay, what do you want to tell her?”

Connor looked at him, pleading. “Tell her I feel the same way. Tell her she was the first thing I thought of when I became deviant and that I’m so sorry she never got to see me this way. Tell her I’m sorry I couldn’t tell her myself. And tell her to take care of Hank.”

Markus logged all of this away in his memory. “Okay, and how do I find her?”

Connor extended his hand. “I’ll show you.”

They clasped hands and Connor showed him the Detroit Police Department and a room full of desks. This was a memory. Markus saw what Connor saw at this time. He had walked through this room, passing desk after desk before stopping at hers. She turned around in her desk chair and smiled. (Y/N) Manfred.

Markus ripped his hand away and stared at him. She had been working with the deviant hunter?