Male Reader One Shots!

Safe - HR400!Connor X Male!HR400!Reader

Requested by @pie221153

Ok, because the request for the story, ima have to change up the storyline a bit... sooooooo... bippity boppity! Rk900 is hanks partner now ig??... idk... deal with it... its not really mentioned much so it dont really matter, but eh ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

[(y/n)'s pov]

I felt disgusted as I left the room of my last client, I hated every second of it, but I didn't have a choice, I had to continue my job as to prevent anyone from detecting that I've gone deviant. I realized that I was alive when a Traci had gone deviant, and escaped, months before, she made me and one other male Traci realize that there was more out there than this sad life. Instead of going back to the dreaded, glass tube with the number 8 on it, I retreated into the warehouse, where spare androids are stored. That's where Connor, the other deviant Traci, and I would meet up after either of us completed a job. I quietly opened the staff only door, and made my way down the white hallway. When I got to the room, I made sure that there were no humans, and sat down against a wall. I focused on the cold wall against my back and the sound of the rain falling outside in an attempt to forget about what had just happened. Connor and I were planning on running away, we just needed to figure out when we were going to do it, and where we would go.

I tried turning the focal point of my thoughts to escaping with Connor, and living a normal life together, but I was constantly pulled out of my thoughts by the clubs blaring music in the background. I broke down crying, I couldn't help it, life was sadistically ironic, I was a sex slave to the very creatures that hated me for being created. Tears were violently flowing from my eyes, no matter how many times I wiped them away, I couldn't get them to stop. A wave of panic flooded over me as I heard the door to the club open, I looked over to see Connor, scanning the room, and quietly closing it behind him, "(y/n), are you in here?" I quickly wiped away the fresh tears on my face and stood up, "Over here." Connor rushed over to me and pulled me into a warm hug. When he pulled away I slid down the wall, and sat back down on the floor, pulling my knees to my chest. He sat down next to me and wrapped his arm around my waist, holding me close to him, I rested my head on his shoulder. No matter how hard I tried to stop it, tears were rolling down my face, once again. Connor noticed this, and shifted how he was sitting so he was facing me. "What's wrong, (y/n)," Connor said with genuine concern, "what happened?" I closed my eyes, "I- I don't want to talk about it..."

Connor was about to say something, but then we heard the door open again. He quickly pulled me behind some nearby crates, and held me on his lap so we'd both stay hidden behind the small objects. "There goes another one I guess," I heard the club owner say. I peaked over my cover to see the owner carry a Traci with lacerations covering her body behind the plastic curtains surrounding the table. She hit the table with a loud thud, I shuddered, and Connor held me tighter. The owner went over to one of the backup androids, activated her, then lead her back into the club. I continued crying after he left. "Shhh," Connor said in a comforting tone, "we'll be out of here, soon." - " 'Soon', might end up being too late, Connor," I looked him in his beautiful, chocolate brown eyes, "how long before that'll be me, or... or you..." He rested his head against mine, "It won't be either of us, before the weeks over, we'll leave, I promise." I trusted him with my life, I would do anything and go anywhere for him. "Okay," I said in a simply reply. Connor kissed me softly. We sat there together, ignoring the outside world for a while, and living in our own bubble. We both knew we couldn't stay like this much longer. "I need to get back to work..." I said as I stood back up. I held out a hand to help Connor up. Before parting ways to our respective tubes, I pulled Connor into a hug. "Stay safe," I whispered. "You too," he said.

A few days had passed, and I was growing more excited with each day, to know that we were going to be free tomorrow, it gave me hope, we didn't know what would happen, or where'd we go, all we knew, is that we weren't going to die in this hell hole. Connor and I were advertising ourselves to the customers while paying each other reassuring glances whenever we got the chance. As a customer opened my tube I glanced over her head and saw a man opening the tube next to Connor, and then his. I had a bad feeling about him, the man just looked, off. I ignored the feeling, I got it whenever I saw someone open Connor's tube, however, this time, I felt this time was going to be much worse.