Detroit: Become Human One Shots [COMPLETED]

Coup D'état [ViolentProtest!Markus x Reader]

Fingernails dug into leather hide that adorned the couch. Eyes focused on the mass marching down the street, silent. As were you, watching this anonymous man you've been following since the revolution began. Your breath was caught in your throat as the crowd comes in contact with guns. Scooting closer to the television, you watch on in horror, knowing exactly what the males move will be. He wasn't a peaceful man, the exact opposite - choosing to fight fire with fire. 

He orders the androids to charge, and they do, their bodies dropping like dead flies. The line of police becomes nothing but a wall of orange flashes. Through the chaos you attempt to spot the dichromatic man, your eyes flicking across the screen as quick as the shots. 

No, no, no. Where could he b-

Your eyes dash to a scuffle between several officers and the man. He easily gets overpowered and you cover your eyes, turning away from screen to shield yourself from the worst news possible. This didn't help as the female news anchor spoke assuringly:

"The deviant android, Markus, has been killed." 

Not much changed after his death, save for very little androids being spotted on the streets. Nobody seemed to care, simply passing the entire revolution as something ennui. Something that was short lived, as it was. Your heart ached, yearned actually, to see the victory of the group of peoples. 

Freezing at a news paper stand, you grab a paper and sigh at the title cover - "Leader of Rebellion Dead." 

Another strum of despondency crossed your heart strings, as you placed the paper back down, nodding at the vendor who stared you down as if to say 'buy-my-paper'. Quickly walking off before he charged you, you hustle across the street and look up to make sure you don't bump into anybody. Your eyes connect with blue-green eyes, forcing you to abruptly stop in the middle of the sidewalk. He also stops before pulling his hood further over his face and scampering away. 

Those eyes were familiar and way too much so at that. Gathering grit, you hast after him, weaving through the condensed crowds of Detroit. Wherever he was going, you were going to follow him. 

Him.

It didn't sound right, not referring to him as his name, which you had only just learned on behalf of the news anchor that fateful evening. 

Markus.

That fit better than just the standard pronoun you had previously used. The name held everything he stood for. It held a certain masculinity, power, leadership, independence, et cetera. 

He slipped into the darkness of an old alleyway, turning into it so urgently that you almost missed it. Following suit, you shuffle into the shadows after him. It didn't take long for your body to be shoved against the cold brick wall, your breath being knocked out of your bread basket entirely. His face pressed closer and closer against yours until his mouth lightly brushed your earlobe as he spoke, "What do you want?"

You didn't know if your emotions were terrified, intrigued, or both. Being so close to him finally gave you the opportunity to take in his every facial feature. His brow was creased tightly, his eyes narrowed, lips pressed into a fine line - he was perfect, as expected for an android. From the distance he stood, you could count every freckle that dotted his cheeks and study his long eyelashes. 

"I- you're...him," catching yourself calling the RK200 by pronouns yet again, you stuttered over your words to correct your mistake, "I mean, Markus. You're...wow." Standing before him gave off why humans would be intimidated, and you thought hard about why you're heart hadn't transfixed yet. This android literally killed people. 

A click of his tongue and he pushed away from you, turning his back, "You realized, huh? So now what," he turned back towards you, his voice rising in anger and frustration as his arms gestured all over the place, "are you going to throw slurs my way? Travesty my people? Or are you one of those who won't say nothing and then bash my head in with a brick?" 

You stood paralyzed, eyes half lidded, a tear strolling down your cheek. Shoulders jerking at each soft sob before your knees gave out and you collapsed to your knees, clutching your face in your hands. Apologies spat from your lips as Markus watched motionless, eyes broad with bewilderment.

"Why are you apologizing? You haven't done anyth-" The android cautiously made his way over, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder, shaking it to get your attention.

"Exactly! I haven't done anything! You're people are dying and killing humans all because we're too naive and ignoramus to give sympathy!" You didn't realize it, but your sobbing form had latched itself to Markus, arms tightly wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him closer to you.

He didn't mind the accidental affection you were showing, after all he's been through, he deserved a little of it. He rubbed soft circles along your back, holding you back as you proceeded to snivel. At some point during the rebellion, he had forgotten that humans showed more emotions than just fear and anger, and the scene unfolding before him reinforced that not all humans were bad. 

"No, absolutely not. You're not joining in on this, it's too dangerous." Markus stood in front of the door, not allowing you to slip by. His broad shoulders blocked every inch of the frame, your escape was out of the question, as was you participating in the rally. 

"Markus, it wouldn't be dangerous if you would just talk for once in your life! Not everything is solved with violence!" Raising your voice, you caught the male off guard, which you used to your advantage to squeeze past him. He attempted to grab you, but failed to do so as you slapped his arm away.

"I'm not allowing it! You're human." You furrow your eyebrow at his statement. Did he mean what you thought he meant?

With a light shove to the shoulder, you get closer to Markus, "Excuse me? You're the one fighting against a bunch of racists and then you have the nerve to tell me where I stand?" You were offended. 

"N-No, that's not what I meant! I meant that," his voice cut out instantly as his eyes dropped from yours to the floor, forcing you to shove him again, blurting out a 'what', "I meant that you can die easier."

Brow switching from its stern position to a softer expression, you step back from the android and cross your arms, deep in thought. You felt bad for accusing him of such an accusation, but the thought of you dying flashed across your brain. Even if you were laid to rest, it would be for a good cause, "And what's it to you? If I die, I die for the revolution."

Lips slammed to yours. It was rough, the impact, but behind it was nothing but love, dedication, anger, and the truth, "I love you! That's what it is to me! If you die, I wouldn't be able to forgive myself!" Before you could speak up, he grabbed you in his arms and held you close to his chest, much like he had that night in the ally. 

"M-Markus, I love you too," your voice had fallen several octaves," but please. If you love me, then you will let me do what I feel is right. And this revolution, it's the right thing." He caressed your head gently and closed his eyes, taking in your faint scent that he found the most relaxing thing in the world. 

"Fine, but if you die, everything does."