A collection of oneshots and drabbles based on the wonderful game Detroit: Become Human
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The sun is warm on your face, warmer than it ever has been before. Through the open window comes a pleasantly chill breeze and the chirp of birdsong, lovelier than it used to be. As you slowly woke you found yourself smiling in the purest form of contentedness, melting into the two sets of arms wrapped around you, the arms belonging to free men no longer chained down by the discrimination of society. You found yourself thinking over last night, the demonstration, the bloodshed- and then you remember the singing overtaking the terror, and then the pacifist army of Cyberlife androids marching through the streets. The two heroes, your two heroes, had saved themselves and all of their people, and now you were free to love them openly. They were free to love you back, as well- they were free to stand tall, to live their lives like living beings.
"Good morning, Beautifuls," a warm voice cooed from your right, and your eyes flickered open to see Markus, his two-toned eyes glowing warm in the sunlight. He was smiling gently, and shifted to place a kiss on your temple, resting his head against yours.
"I hope you slept well, My Loves," Connor was awake too, placing a kiss on your cheek, resting his head against your shoulder and taking Markus' hand in his. For a moment all three of you are silent, relishing in each others warmth and comforting presences, and then you speak in a voice as soft as velvet.
"How does it feel to be... free?" you tilt your head, placing a kiss on top of Connor's head and turning to lean your forehead against Markus'. The both of them seem to ponder the question for a moment, and Markus is the first to come up with an answer.
"It's... hopeful." he smiles that smile that melts your heart, and you can't help but place a soft kiss on his lips, watching Connor sit up, feeling left out, and shift the blankets so he can crawl over top of you to sit in the middle with a grin. Now it's your turn to take Markus' hand, resting them on Connor's chest and leaning your head on his shoulder like he had before.
"I feel so lucky." Connor's answer is accentuated by a small frown, and you rest a hand on his face, mirroring the expression with your own. The frown fades back into a smile, and he shakes his head, "I'm alright. Just... thinking. What would have happened if I hadn't made it into Cyberlife? Would we... would we be dead?"
"Enough of that talk, Handsome." you trace your thumb over his cheek, and rest your head on his shoulder once more. "It happened this way, and that's that." all three of your eyes fall shut once more as you soak in the comfort of the Saturday morning endowed with the sense of freedom. It was nearly 11 when Markus spoke again.
