Detroit: Become Human - Connor RK800 One Shots

#14 Royals

Yeah, I know what you're thinking... I'm so useless at updating. Here's another filler chapter because my motivation is at 0% right now and has been for quite a while. This one is way more fluffy, also one I wrote over a month ago just for fun. I'll try my hardest to get back on track with requests, I'm struggling but I'll try. Love you all,

~ bee x

"I got something for you," Connor murmured in your ear, coaxing. The both of you were bundled up in a heavy blanket, cuddling while sitting cross-legged on your spongy mattress. You supposed that this was one of the perks that came with a poorly insulated home: cuddles came more often. The blanket and Connor collectively heated you, even with the lack of movement.

"Did you now...?" you teased, gazing sideways at the android, doe-eyed. Never in a million years would you expect Connor to buy you a present for no reason. You learned that he was not the type of guy to focus on the materialistic things in life, leaning towards the smaller, more sentimental things that this relationship brought him. Besides, it was always the little moments that you treasured with him. Whether it be cooking in the kitchen and making a mess, an outing at the park or snuggling like you were now. The seemingly less significant things meant more to you than a physical gift ever could. It's how you and Connor operated as a couple, in complete synchronisation, on the same level. The man sitting beside you hummed a response, leaning over the edge of the bed to retrieve a small box.

"Go on, open it," he urged, outstretching his arms to prod you with the corner of the box. He had the innocence and excitement of a child on Christmas day, eager for you to undo the wrapping paper of his present. Your eyes flicked down to analyse the crimson wrapping of the cardboard cube that now resided in your hands. The gift was so cleanly folded too, not one piece of the paper wrap had a wrong crease — it was incredibly unnatural. This made you love the RK800 even more than you already did. He put so much effort into getting things in perfect condition for you, no matter how much you didn't care if the tiniest detail was off. It hurt you a little, to break the seal of sticky tape that bound the paper as one. Bit by bit, you began to genuinely enjoy tearing the paper away from the surface of the box. The cube now bare, you lifted the fitting lid off the container, exposing your prize. A velvety maroon pillow cushioned a priceless piece that you could have never anticipated to receive. With cautious fingers, you raised the object from its hideout and held it at eye level. The delicate metal wires were sunkissed gold and various blue-green crystals were set intricately in many of the wireless gaps. The man-made light hitting the object was so mesmerising and you could sit there, watching the gems glitter for hours on end and never tire from it. The piece enchanted you, having your full attention.

"I passed the antiques store on my way home this afternoon and that caught my eye," Connor described his thought process to you, snapping you out of a trance. "It reminded me of you, I couldn't help myself. I hope you like it." His smile warmed your heart, melting it down like a block of butter. The gesture was undeniably sweet, you had to admit but a question hit you faster than a bullet.

"Con' how much was this?" You'd hate it for him to spend so much on you, thrashing his cash on something that wasn't a necessity. He replied, almost arrogantly,

"Can't tell you." Pressing a finger to his lips. "That's my little secret." If he didn't look gorgeous enough, he added a wink for the final touch. Your nose scrunched up in distaste of the information you weren't given.

"Why a crown, then?" you fired back, settling the assortment of metal and jewels onto your cranium. It rested on your head comfortably, as if it was meant for you. It brought you some odd form of joy, instantly feeling superior. Wearing the item actually made you feel more regal and you straightened your back so you weren't so hunched over anymore. Connor smirked deviously to himself, knowing how quickly you'd change upon using the object.

"You're like royalty to me, the heir to my heart," were his exact words, making him sound more like a poet hired to seduce you than your partner. Your eyes rolled, cringing at the cheesy line.

"Yes, and you're my most trusted adviser, Connor. He also likes to massage my feet on Fridays." You offset the romantic tone with some comedy, putting on a heavy fake British accent and adjusting your position to prop your feet up on Connor's lap. You clapped your hands twice after a second of silent confusion. "Well chop chop, we don't have all day." You stifled a giggle, staring at Connor who had his lips split apart to a small degree.

"I thought I would be your king, my love. Don't I deserve more than your 'trusted adviser?'" He ran with your childish role-play that had spontaneously sparked up. With a playful grizzle, you explained everything like it was data everyone should recall.

"I had to demote you because you forgot to rub my heels last week. Now get to it or I'll demote you again!" A grin presented itself on your complexion, wide and careless. You were simply thrilled with the ridiculous situation unfolding in front of you that you forgot all else.

"Yes, Your Highness. Sorry, Your Highness," he amended with a light chuckle, seizing one of your feet to begin easing the tension off.

After half an hour, Connor had finished massaging your feet and you had eventually bored yourself of the accent, resigning from your royal duties as driving Connor to be your servant. The both of you had burned out and you were seconds away from slipping into unconsciousness in his arms, laying in bed, the crown now lopsided on your skull.

"Thank you for my present, baby," you uttered, not much louder than the whispering of the wind outside. Connor nuzzled into you closer, his head in the crook of your neck, kissing the area of skin, light as a feather.

"Anything for you, Your Highness," his voice at an equal volume to yours. He felt your body ease into his, aware that you were now asleep. Connor lay there in deep contemplation for a moment before confessing a fact you knew all too well, "I love you."

Sometimes, the material makes the moment. But treasure the moment more than the material. The memory will remain with you for a lifetime, the material won't be as loyal.