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Sorry if that's hard to read, but I'mAF**kingGuest says,
"Hello I just finished reading all of these and I love your writing style I was wondering if you would like to do my prompt so umm here it is. Connor just getting through life but everyone loves him (Platonic or romantically I don't care) just a lot of fluff and people caring about this baby please! Thank you!"
There is no problem fam! Love your username btw. (that's a banger screen name)
Also, as you can see, here is an example of a prompt. You should -cough- also -cough-submit some -cough-.
Just a little warning, I sadly couldn't get everyone in, but I hope you understand lmao :(
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-After the revolution, Connor became well respected in the android and even the human community because of the fact that he had brought androids to a gunfight.
-He won.
-Becoming the bodyguard to the Jericho leaders and even an ambassador at Markus' request also helped a lot as well.
-Adding on to the fact that he had those sweet, sweet, doe baby eyes I mean look at him he is baby I mean come on ahwwwwww
-Needless to say, everyone grew on him.
-Hank, at one point, began seeing Connor in a new light.
-One day he just woke up, cooked breakfast for all of them, (because God knows what destruction Connor's cooking could cause), and when Connor said that it tasted 'quite delicious', Hank just hustled him over to the stove and step-by-step patiently guided him through the process.
-There were messes.
-There were mistakes.
-There were delighted androids and gleeful fathers with a joyful but also confused dog as Connor finally made something edible.
-Hank, in these instances, allowed his father-like side to show through as he watched Connor defeat challenge after challenge concerning his newfound emotions.
-Once, Connor had shaken him awake in the middle of the night showing sides of a panic attack.
-He asked if he could be soothingly pet. ("L-Lieutenant Hank...can you please administer physical affection?")
-Hank obliged.
-It turned out Connor had a nightmare about god knows what, and from them on, Connor would always insist that before he would 'go to bed', Hank should show some physical affection to him.
-Hank always rolled his eyes at this ("Goddammit kid, I don't need two dogs in the house!")
-But...secretly, he wanted to keep this in his memory forever.
-The sight of Connor sweating, eyes darting left and right, and shivering almost broke his heart.
-(It did.)
-Hank wanted to make life easier for Connor, as he discovered the ups and downs of life.
-Petting him, hugging, or even snuggling with him like he used to with...made Connor feel as if he wasn't someone everyone looked up to.
-It warms his old, battered heart when he sees Connor sleeping peacefully like he doesn't have the weight of the world on his shoulders.
-And perhaps...
-That's the best thing a father could ask for.
-North respected the hell out of this boy. He brought androids to a gunfight and didn't even tell them to attack.
-She watched as he kind of just passive-aggressively looked at the police and had that look in his eyes that said 'I-have-a-least-500-androids-here-do-you-really-want-to-mess-with-me?'
-Of course, at first, she was very, very, very suspicious of Connor.
-And then later, after his gunfight, she was very, very, very respectful to Connor.
-But it wasn't just that. Because one day, he found her in the one place she didn't want to found.
-The abandoned dance studio that she went to almost a day every week.
-She was humming to herself as she twisted roughly on the pole, dancing to her heart's content.
-As she was stretching outwards, feeling like she was reaching for something, like she was a bird reaching for the sky, she heard a floorboard creak.
-Whipping around while contracting her legs inward to turn on the pole, she looked around. She was getting distracted from dancing.
-Then, she saw him.
-Connor.
-Angrily she got down from the pole and marched over to him, about to give him the telling off of his life when he awkwardly smiled and told her that he was coming to check up on her because he thought she could have been in danger.
-Honestly, what do you even say to that???
-Calming herself down, she was about to politely tell him to leave when he cheerfully asked if she did dance.
-She hesitated.
-Connor, sensing the rise of energy being put into her internal fans (her stress level went boom), backpedaled a bit and then asked if she would mind teaching him how to dance.
-To her surprise, he began passionately talking about how dancing was one of the best ways to release your anger and your passion.
-North found herself getting into a fervent conversation with him about the art of dance.
-She didn't begin her dance lessons that night, but actually the very next day.
-She watched as Connor, the destructive creation of CyberLife, stumbled and bumbled around trying to do the most basic of dance moves.
-For one of the first times in her life, she chuckled at the irony of it.
-Unknowingly, she smiled to herself as she watched his face light up when she started to teach him how to stay on the pole only using the legs.
-Watching him prance around the floor like a child made North remember that she wasn't just an android built for sex.
-She was North.
-She decided to do this more often.
-Gavin despised Connor in the beginning because Connor was perfect.
-Gavin, on the other hand, had cracks.
-The brunette android was beloved by the whole precinct, and what's not to love?
-Brown doe eyes, the lopsided smile after the revolution, those perfect moles that when traced seemed to create constellations (not like Gavin ever traced them to find out).
-(He had).
-After the revolution, he had still been that perfect, poster boy of the precinct.
-At least he has a few flaws now, Gavin thought.
-And it's true.
-Connor now was a bit snippy (mostly to people who had antagonized him during his days as an android).
-(This included Gavin).
-Gavin assumed this would stay forever. He would never bow so low as to accept that he himself was wrong (f l a w e d).
-That changed very, very quickly.
-It was a mission.
-The Red Ice dealer they were chasing had sicced his lackeys on them, and now they were trying to get to said dealer (who was currently running away) without you know, getting shot by the ever-increasing amount of minions chasing them.
-Before they were to the police point, or where they were supposed to corner the dealer, multiple shots echoed on the walls of the alley, and he felt a body tackle him to the ground.
-The wind had been knocked out of him, and pulling himself off of the ground shakily, he heard the old man, Hank, shout, "Connor!"
-He felt something wet on his back.
-Finally pushing himself off of the ground, he turned, immediately regretting it.
-Connor had this dazed look in his eyes and had one arm tucked under his body.
-Unbeknownst to both of them, the Red Ice dealer had been caught and his minions arrested as well.
-Gavin, trembling, pulled up Connor, as he had moved onto his side.
-He paled.
-Connor had taken the blow of all four bullets.
-Connor, still dazed, looked up at him, doe eyes glazed over.
-The blue blood covered the moles, and now the constellations seemed like rudimentary figures.
-(To Gavin he felt like the figures were bending over a coffin.)
-Later that day, he waited outside of Connor's hospital room set up by android mechanics.
-He didn't get to go in, but he got confirmation he was okay. He just wanted to know, that's all.
-(He was worried sick.)
-He saw less of Connor after that.
-It's fine, everything is fine, why should he care-
-(Whether he likes it or not, a part of him does.)
-A week after the incident, he was driving home when he saw Connor walking a big, Saint-Bernard.
-He thought nothing of it.
-He thought nothing of it until he saw a gang of anti-android protesters approach him menacingly.
-They tried to initiate a confrontation, by shouting obscenities and pushing him as Connor backed up to the sidewalk.
-Without even thinking, Gavin pulled to the side of the road, got out, and flashed his badge.
-The protesters tried to convince him Connor tried attacking them (he didn't)
-When he did not join them, they began trying to attack him.
-It only took a few moments and Gavin threatened to call for backup.
-They refused to leave, and Gavin spent a few moments apprehending them and calling for some help.
-After it was all over, Connor walked up to him with the dog in tow and smiled, that lopsided, beautiful, perfectly imperfect smile.
-"Thank you, Gavin."
-Gavin felt a rush of heat go to his face. It was because he was on the spot, alright!?
-(It wasn't, of course.)
-Maybe...
-Maybe being friends with Connor wasn't that bad.
-Gavin unknowingly promised himself he was going to keep an eye on him as we watched Connor bend down and peck the dog on the head while rubbing the back of its ears affectionately.
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sadly i could not get everyone in this, but maybe I'll do multiple chapters based on who you want to see?
im on the path to 28 guys pls submit prompts im dying over here
low-key reed800 over here, didnt even mean to
As always, prompts, ships, angst-baths, and head canons are welcomed!
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