simple. Rafal x reader, except I didn't plan anything.

( COMPLETED ) Model AZ400. Name: (Y/N) What... what is this feeling? I feel something inside me... like, I am a someone. (I DO NOT own any of Detroit become human characters)

"Good evening, Lieutenant. I am aware you most likely do not want to be here-" "What, you and the other tin can telepathic or something?" Discarding his comment, I remained professional, "My name is (Y/N). I am the android sent by CyberLife to assist both you and the RK800 with your investigations into cases of deviation." "Oh good, there's two of you." ---------- Hi. Welcome to this trash pile. I may or may not have proofread it, but it's fine. If there are typos, don't feel bad pointing them out: I'm a grammar nazi and I will noT ToLerATE tYPOs IN MY wORk Anyway, enjoy I guess or something ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ---- SLOW UPDATES Would I say this book is on hold? No. Am I ever going to finish it? Yes. Just not right now. Sorry. Chapter production has slowed RIGHT down which is entirely my fault. I am not extremely motivated and writing chapters takes a long period of time. Once again, I'm sorry.

"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|

You were an adventure, also a part of the Narukami Shrine, having the same position as your sister, Yae Miko. Yet, you were more like in charge if Yae Miko had to run important errands. One day, you were at the Kamisato Estate, to see if any new commissions had been hung up. That's when you met him, the eldest son of the Kamisato family, the Yashiro Commissioner, Kamisato Ayato, who had just come back from another meeting with the shogun and other heads of other commissions.

(DISCONTINUED) ஐღஐღஐღஐღஐღஐ 𝙰 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎. Ღஐღஐஐღஐღஐღஐ A Xiao x reader fanfic I do not own the cover image, I simply edited it

(Y/N) had a good childhood. She was babied by her wealthy parents, and definitely isn't used to being independent, but she had to leave the nest sooner or later. Now, she's moved to a small, quiet town called Haddonfield, into house the townsfolk called 'cursed' or 'dangerous'. The Myer's house. You were obviously familiar with his story, but you did NOT expect that story to become reality; and so, so much more. You are shocked to find out that your entire future had been decided by something as simple as moving into a cheap, affordable house.

I don't write much on here any more, but I will attempt to reconstruct old fics to everyone's liking. Enjoy! Highest ranking? #1 in dio. #1 in joseph 😳 #1 in jonathan 🥴 #4 in josuke

The secret granddaughter of the great Caesar Zeppeli is alive and ready to follow her destiny! Though it isn't as glorifying she thought..