[PAUSADA/¿DESCONTINUADA?/ [Armin x Reader] La muerte de Erwin Harlet en un accidente de caza a obligado a su desdichada familia a adentrarse en las fatídicas y obscuras paredes de Harlet Hall; perteneciente a su adorado hermano y ahora marido de su estimada esposa. Al principio disgustados, pero después encantados por el cambio, Armin parece ser el único en tener un fortuito interés por la historia familiar; que obliga a Terrence Harlet a permanecer encerrado en una habitación, y por Reader; agresiva y poco agradable a excepción de su laboriosa y larga melena de princesa. Pero el interés acabará convirtiéndose en fascinación a causa de la engañosa pubertad, que le obligará a cometer numerosos errores antes de conocer toda la verdad...

"Running diagnostics. . .Systems all up and ready to go. No misplacements or reconstruction needed. Model RK800, serial #313 248 317 at your service." His voice came exactly as you wanted, calm and soothing. Perfect for a negotiator. You were suspended in disbelief. "It, it worked. . . hi." "Scanning. . . Dr.(Y/N), creator assisted by a sliver of blueprints that were left by Dr. Kamski in your care at the time of his retirement. Hello, what do you need Model RK800 prototype #1 to do for you?" Perhaps a little cold and detached too, but what did you expect? You smiled gently, fiddling with the coin in your hand. "That's not necessary. . .and that model number doesn't really roll off the tongue. I shall name you." "Very well, although I would like to remind you that I am a prototype and that I am not a living being that is needed to be called by something. Ready to accept name." "Reminder accepted. . . Connor." "Hello, Dr. (Y/N). My name is Connor." You took his hand for a shake, him quickly reciprocating it once he realized it was a socially accepted action used by humans for greetings. Your eyes twinkled, making sure he took the coin even though he was about to question it. "Hi Connor. It's nice to finally meet you." |ConnorxProgrammar!Reader| Creator!Reader| Android & Human|Fem!Reader|

Weeks after Markus's successful protest and the evacuation of Detroit, a trail of android bodies lead Detective Connor and Lieutenant Hank Anderson to your door. It's soon apparent you bit off more than you can chew - you intended to help androids, but can't help falling for the detective amidst this new crisis. (Originally published on AO3)

-Reader, ca-cambia de postura...-y ella obedeció. -Sí... Armin...-ojos llorosos se clavaron en los míos. El flash volvió a actuar en mi contra. 71 72 73 74 ... Y más, y más, y más. Sin parar. Sin detenerse ninguno de los dos. Ella posaba lo mejor que podía. Yo fotografiaba lo mejor que podía. Y después, los dos nos hundiríamos en la oscuridad para siempre, o al fin saldríamos a la luz. Todo ello dependía de lo que ocurriera después de esto. ... Pero... ¿¡Cómo habíamos llegado a esto!? ¿¡Qué había pasado para que no nos quedara otra que recurrir a tal fechoría!? Supongo que habría que empezar por el principio. Por el fatídico principio.