Male Characters x Male Reader

Connor RK800 [Love? ☁️]

A/N: This fic was also requested on our Tumblr! Most dialogue at the start is taken from the actual game, I think it's obvious where it doesn't become canon anymore.

Connor was determined to catch these deviants; they had caused too much harm, and he was ready to put an end to them. "Hank," he heard Fowler's voice, turning, he saw a young man in uniform behind him. "This is Detective L/N; he will also assist you in your cases." He continued. Before Hank could complain, Fowler had left the group. "Evening Lt." You give a quick nod to the older man. He groans before muttering a greeting. Connor couldn't help but stare, you seemed.. different. Your gaze turns to the android "And who might you be?" You send a small smile his way. "My name is Connor, I'm the android sent by Cyberlife." He quickly rises from his seat, offering it to you instead. You thank him as you take a seat, hastily checking through deviant cases as Connor stands beside you.

Hank had taken both you and Connor to 'Chicken Feed', his favourite food truck. You stood against one of the tables with Connor as Hank stood in front of the vendor, ordering food for himself. "I don't mean to alarm you, Detective, but I think Hank's friends are engaged in illegal activities." You couldn't help but chuckle at the android, this wasn't your first time being partnered up with Hank, so you knew not to worry. "People do what they can to get by, I think it's fine as long as it doesn't hurt anyone." You shrug. Connor slowly nods, your laugh making his circuits buzz; he felt what he assumed, people call, butterflies? He had never felt his insides do that before and made a note to talk about it with Amanda later. You pat him on the shoulder and say, "Don't worry 'bout Hank; he's a bright guy." Connor felt his skin heat up at the touch, his fan speeding up as he overheated. Now he was worried. Before you could ask if he was alright, Hank had come with his meal.

It wasn't until after you had met Kamski that you brought his behaviour up. He had chosen not to shoot Chloe, instead choosing to lose any information he could've gained from Kamski. You had all met back up on the bridge. Hank sat on the bench facing the river as you and Connor leaned against the railing. You looked over at the android beside you. "Why didn't you shoot her, Connor?" You meekly asked. Connor's face scrunched up, "I-I'm not sure, I just couldn't." He looked down, staring at the water instead of at you. "Con" His eyes drift upward, the same butterflies rising in his chest. "You showed empathy, empathy's a human emotion, Connor." Connor felt conflicted at that. He wasn't a deviant; he couldn't be. But when he looked back at you, he couldn't get rid of the way you made him feel. The thoughts he had of you drifted through his mind, ones he knew he couldn't pursue. Wait, feelings? Thoughts?

The next day, Connor went to Hank's house, determined to get an answer to how he'd been feeling. He was about to knock but saw that the door was unlocked, so instead he walked right in. "Lieutenant," he said, nodding at the man sitting down. "Jesus fucking Christ, Connor. Knock next time, god." The gruff voice echoed through the room. "Sorry, Lieutenant, it's important." Connor takes a seat beside the rough-looking man. "Why couldn't you go bother Y/N instead?" Connor quickly shook his head. "I was going to, but I think it involves him." Hank's curious gaze lingers on Connor. "Go on," he insists. "My system has been acting up whenever I come into contact with Y/N." Hank's brows furrow as he gestures for the android to continue. "My body heats up, and I feel a sort of buzzing in my chest when he speaks." He says, placing a hand to his chest, the sound of his fan overworking at the thought of the young detective. Hank chuckles before erupting in laughter. Connor tilts his head at the older man's actions.

"You're in love, Connor."

Connor dead-panned. Love? He wasn't in love. He wasn't able to love; Androids aren't able to love. His mind races over every interaction the two of you had, scanning over every detail. Shit. Maybe he was in love. "-onnor?" He's brought back to reality by the amused Lieutenant. "It's alright to be in love, Connor. In fact, I think he's fallen for you too." Connor's quick to reply, "He's in love with me? How do you know?" Hank shakes his head. "You youngsters are so obvious it hurts." He pauses. "You should go tell him how you feel, Connor. God knows you're not gonna get anywhere talking to me about this."

Hank was right. Connor rushed out, hearing the gruff man's laughter as he left. He was quick to reach your house, quickly knocking. He heard a muffled "Coming" from behind the door before you opened it. Looking at you now that he knew what he'd been feeling was nerve-wracking. "Hey Connor, what's up?" You open the door, dressed in casual clothes he hasn't seen before. He can't deny how good you look right now. He reprimands himself before looking into your eyes. He had never felt so nervous to speak up before. "Y/N." You nod, smiling curiously at the oddly jittery android. "Yeah Con?"

"I'm in love with you, Y/N." You choke on the breath you had taken, his straightforwardness catching you off guard. "Oh wow." You pause. "I wasn't expecting that." You awkwardly laugh. "I, uh, I think I'm in love with you too, Connor." Connor's cheeks flush blue as he smiles. You feel yourself grin wider at the blushing android. You slowly reach a hand to his cheek and ask, "May I?" Connor's head tilts in confusion. "Kiss you, Connor. May I kiss you?" You giggle. Connor's eyes widen before nodding, your smiles being felt on each other's lips. Connor was the first to pull away. "Does this mean we're together?" You take a breath before nodding. "If that's what you would like, Con." The now blue-faced android rests his head against your chest. "Thank you, Y/N."

A/N: It's been a while since I've written something over 1000 words omg.

- Written by Owner 1