#fluff one-shot

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Sung Jin Woo was livid. If anyone asked, yes, you can see the steam pouring from his ears. His arms were crossed over his chest as he listened to this man babble on and on about his single daughter. Jin Woo just wanted to go home. He had had a long day and all he wanted to was be at home, eating your food, and curling up against you. He was tired and irate and didn’t want to talk to anyone. However, this old geezer just wouldn’t take the hint. The impatient tapping of Jin Woo’s foot meant nothing to this man. The fact Jin Woo was constantly looking at his watch didn’t even bother the man. Taking a deep breath, Jin Woo pulled out his phone and pulled up your contact. 

“I think you would love my daughter. She would be the perfect housewife for you. She can cook, she’ll clean the house, and even take care of the children if you so desire to have them. And I must insist that you do have children.” Jin Woo finally snapped. “Look, I’m not and will never marry your daughter. I don’t know her, and quite frankly, I don’t want to know her. I have been dating a lovely woman since I was 19. I don’t plan on breaking up with her any time soon.” Jin Woo snarled, his eyes narrowing as the old man began to get defensive. “My daughter would most certainly be better than the one you are dating. My daughter comes from wealth!” The man was cut off by Jin Woo’s glare darkening. 

“I don’t care about wealth. I don’t give two flying shits about anything you or your daughter may have. I won’t marry your daughter. End. Of. Story.” Jin Woo hissed and turned on his heel walking away from the man as he screamed. Could people not tell that Jin Woo was happily in love with his girlfriend? Or was it the fact that Jin Woo was named the newest National Hunter that made people begin to throw their daughters at his feet for him to marry. Snoring, Jin Woo climbed into his car and turned it on, allowing the AC to blast his very much too warm skin. With a sigh, Jin Woo put the car in drive and took off for home. 

As he parked the car, his phone began to ring. Feeling the vein in his head about to burst, he cleared his throat and answered the phone. A different voice could be heard but Jin Woo knew all too well what that person wanted. “Have you considered marrying my daughter Mr. Sung?” The male's voice on the other end was almost mocking him. Daring him to even consider saying no. “I have. I will not marry your daughter. I have no purpose in marrying her and have no desire to marry her.” Jin Woo’s voice held power as he spoke. The silence on the other end of the phone was beautiful. Jin Woo grinned to himself as he heard the man sputter out retorts but never fully finished them as Jin Woo had enough and hung up. 

As he entered his home, a man from outside yelled out to him. Jin Woo stood at the door trying his hardest not to scream. He clenched and unclenched his fist before turning around with a forced smile. “What can I do for you?” He asked through gritted teeth. “I would love for you to meet my daughter. She would be the perfect wife for you. She never stopped talking about you when she saw you on the news after becoming the newest National Rank Hunter.” Jin Woo, by now, was seething. “No. I don’t want to meet your daughter. I don’t even want to date your daughter. I have a girlfriend. Please leave me the hell alone.” Jin Woo snapped, turning on his heels and walking into his house, slamming the door behind him. Groaning, Jin Woo slipped out of his shoes, sighing in relief when he was able to slip his aching feet into slippers. 

“Jin Woo? Is that you my love?” Your voice sounded like music to his ears. He trudged towards the kitchen, his muscles nearly giving out when he sees you. Your hair pulled up in a loose bun, the earrings he had given to you on your 3rd anniversary, and the necklace he had bought you when he was in America for a few days. “Yeah, its me.” Jin Woo’s voice was scratchy, and sore from the yelling he had done in the dungeon and outside the dungeon. You walk out of the kitchen and towards your boyfriend. Seeing the look in his eyes, you place the cook book down and rush to him. “My love, what’s wrong? You look like you are about to explode any minute from now.” You whispered, helping him take his jacket off and gently pushing him to the couch. 

He groaned as his body melted into the couch. Before you could turn and leave, Jin Woo’s hand shot out and grabbed your wrist, gently not wanting to hurt you. He pulled you into his lap and buried his nose into your neck, closing his eyes and breathing in your perfume. Your fingers immediately combed through his hair, pushing it back. “You want to tell me about it?” You asked, leaning down and littering kisses along his jaw before pressing your lips against his. He hummed into the kiss before pulling away and sighing. “Ever since I became the newest Nation Rank Hunter, everyone is so damn obsessed with getting their daughter married off to me. Its annoying. I was tired, in pain, and just wanted to come home to you.” Jin Woo said, opening his eyes that he hadn’t realized he closed. His eyes began glowing as he remembered the three different times he had been stopped. 

You ran your fingers through his hair again, effectively calming him down. “I’m sorry you have to deal with that. You shouldn’t have too.” You mumbled, laying down so your chest was flush to Jin Woo’s, and your arms wrapped snugly around his neck.  His arms immediately wrapped around you and held you close. “Can we just order takeout and watch a cheesy romance comedy?” Jin Woo asked, giving you his best puppy eyes. You immediately caved, nodding your head. Jin Woo smiled against your neck before planting a kiss against your throat and sitting up, taking you with him. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he stood from the couch and walked to your shared bedroom. Placing you on the ground, his hands dropped to your waist as he leaned forward and pressed his forehead against yours. “Get in pj’s and I’ll call our favorite takeout place.” He said, leaving the room and grabbing his phone. As he plugged in the number for the takeout place, his phone lit up with another call. 

Jin Woo felt like destroying the whole world at this point. Beru; the ever concerned shadow, popped up, eyeing the phone. “My liege, would you like me to find and kill them?” As tempting as that was to Jin Woo, he shook his head and answered the phone. “What the hell do you want?” He asked, uncaring of who he was talking to. “I don’t think that is any way to talk to your future father in law.” The voice was slowly eating away at Jin Woo’s resolve. “I would like to formally let you know that we have planned your wedding with our daughter. The paperwork is in order and everything is set.” Jin Woo rubbed his temple as he tried his hardest not to snap at the man on the other end of the phone. Pinching the bridge of his nose, Jin Woo finally snapped. “I don’t care if you are waiting for me at the altar. Hell will freeze over before I marry someone else that isn’t my girlfriend. I have said this time and time again, I already am happily in a relationship. I have been dating my current girlfriend for 5 years. I’m not breaking up with her. Goodbye.” Jin Woo hit the red button, ending the call just as you walked into the living room.

He took a moment to admire you. The way you let your hair down out of the bun, your bare face, the sparkle in your eyes. The way the pj’s he bought you last Christmas still fit you. He immediately shuffled towards you and placed his hands on your waist, gently swaying to the side. “You are just so beautiful.” He whispered. A blush forming on your cheeks as you buried your face in his chest. He chuckled, a deep, husky chuckle that sent your heart fluttering. “Let me order the takeout and you can pick the movie.” Jin Woo whispered, gently pulling away from you and leading you to the couch. Beru, the cheeky shadow, appeared next to you on the couch, his eyes big and filled with sparkles. “My queen, its been so long since I last spoke to you. How are you fairing?” Beru had always been one of your favorite shadows, Bellion and Igris taking the top spot. You smiled and jumped into telling Beru everything about your day.  Jin Woo couldn’t help but smile softly as he dialed the takeout place’s number. He ordered the usual and added a few more things for the both of you to try. Ending the call, Jin Woo joined you on the couch, pulling you into his chest as you continued to talk to Beru. These are the night’s Jin Woo craves every morning. 

{A Week Later}

Jin Woo groans in annoyance as you finish tying the dark purple tie. “Stop it. This is an important event that you need and have to go to. Its where they announce you as a National Rank Hunter to the rest of the world.” You said as you fussed over his suit and tie. As you did, Jin Woo could only stare at you. The black sleeveless dress hugged your curves just right, showing them off. The slit in the dress rose to your thigh but Jin Woo would be covering your legs with his suit jacket. He didn’t want anyone looking at you like that. The diamond necklace he bought for this event sat against your chest, the light bouncing off it. The diamond dangle earrings spun and jumped as you moved your head around. But what really made his heart skip was the way your hair was done. His mother and sister took the time to get it ready but he was floored. It was simply curled, laced with white and black beads that were sectioned off in braids at the side of your head, and pulled into the cleanest and most beautiful looking bun he had ever seen. It seemed to accentuate the soft look of your face.  

“You’re staring again, my love.” You said, a smile breaking out on your lips. You gently pat his chest once you have finished fixing his suit and tie. He smiles down at you before leaning down, silently asking you for a kiss. You happily lean forward and press your lips to his. Seeking that warmth and desperation from him as he dives deeper into the kiss, ultimately leaving you breathing less and heaving for air. Jin Woo chuckled before holding his arm out for you. You grabbed the hand purse and linked your arm with Jin Woo. When Jin Woo reserved the letter in the mail a few days into his time off, he immediately asked you to go with him. He didn’t want to attend if it meant that you couldn’t go with him. As you both walked to the car, Jin Woo was reluctant to let you go, making you giggle. “I’m not going anywhere.” You whispered, watching as he nodded his head, helped you into the car and nearly tripped getting over to the driver's side. You rolled your eyes but you loved him anyway. As Jin Woo started the car, “That’s the way it is” by Celine Dion blared through the speakers. You forgot you had your phone connected to the speaker since you last used this car.

Jin Woo looked at you with a raised eyebrow. “Did you use my car while I was out on a mission using the jeep?” He asked, a sly smile appearing on his lips. You clasped your hands in your lap and tried not to look at him but the moment you felt his finger and thumb on your chin you were done for. “Yes. I’m sorry. I just really wanted to drive it and it automatically connected my Bluetooth to the car. I’m really sorry, love!” You said, I shed tears starting to form, you watched as Jin Woo’s eyes locked onto the tears and his mouth opened before closing. “Don’t worry about it. I didn’t expect you to stay at home the entire 2 weeks I was gone. I purposefully left this car for you.” He said, smiling and giving off a playful wink as he pulled the car into drive and headed towards the event. Driving the more scenic roots to the event gave Jin Woo time to just bask in the moment with you. He drove with his left hand as his right hand was occupied with holding your hand. Rubbing his thumb over your hand as you called out what you saw. Reaching the event, Jin Woo mentally prepared himself to fight off anyone that tried to ask him about marrying their daughters. His left hand reached into the suit pocket, feeling the box that sat in the pocket made his heart leap to his throat before falling to his stomach giving him butterflies. You tugged his hand gently and pointed towards the table full of deserts you had never tried before. He chuckled and allowed you to lead him to the table, pointing out what he wanted to try and letting you pick what you wanted to try. 

“Ah, there he is! The man of the hour!” Thomas Andre’s loud boisterous voice filled the hall and Jin Woo practically cringed. “I see you brought your lady. Its a pleasure to meet you again Y/n.” Thomas said, bowing to you and smiling when you got flustered. The three of you made small talk and a few more National Ranked hunters joined the small talking circle before a few older men walked over and interrupted. They all but pushed themselves between you and Jin Woo, nearly knocking you to the ground if it wasn’t for Thomas Andre standing right there to make sure you didn’t fall on the ground. His eyes narrowed as he watched those men start bombarding Jin Woo with demands that he marry one of their daughters. Thomas could see the rage boiling over when Jin Woo snapped his fingers and his shadow army all but forced the people surrounding Jin Woo to back away.  “Stop asking me to marry your daughters. Its getting on my damn nerves. I can’t do shit without one of you showing up and demanding I marry your daughter. I’m not a damn puppet. I will marry who I want to marry and there is not a damn thing anyone can do. If you try, I will make sure you burn to the ground before you can even do anything to me. I already have a girl in my life and I refuse to break up with her.” Jin Woo snapped, walking past from those men to you. 

He noticed the cameras that had been sweeping over the event were on him.  Smiling, he took your hands in his before he slowly bent his knee. Your eyes widened in shock before the tears began to fill your eyes. “Jin Woo.” You whispered. Everyone became silent as he pulled out the ring box, holding it towards you so you could see the ring. It was not extravagant but it was enough to show people that you were his. “Y/n, I have been wanting to get on one knee for the last three years of our relationship. I have wanted nothing more than for you to be by my side the rest of my life. For me to cherish. For me to love unconditionally. For you to be my wife and the mother of our children. For me to be your husband and the father of our children. I couldn’t see any other women in my life but you. So please, Will you spend your forever with me?” Jin Woo wanted to cringe at the last sentence he muttered but the force of your body against his made him quite thinking as his body moved on its own to catch the both of you from falling.

 “Yes Jin Woo. Yes, I will marry you.” You said, holding his face into your hands before pressing your lips to his in a tender kiss. Jin Woo smiled into the kiss before pulling away and standing up with you in his arms. Taking the ring from the box, Jin Woo slipped it onto your finger and everyone burst into cheers and clapping. The men from before glared at the scene before turning and leaving the event. Jin Woo couldn’t be more happier to see them leave. The event continued like normal, with the occasional congratulations from National Rank Hunters or S rank hunters alike. Even business men and women congratulated the two on their announcement. Jin Woo, now content, held your hand as you both stood off to the side chatting with Thomas and Liu Zhigang. Jin Woo just tuned the event out as he watched you. The sparkle in your eyes, the beautiful laugh. He was so happy to finally call you his. 

{Day of the Wedding}

Sung Jin Woo stood at the altar, his mind going blank. Jinho patted his back and gave him an encouraging smile. “You got this brother. This is your moment. You get to spend your life with her.” His words seemed to boost Jin Woo up a bit. Smiling, he thanked Jinho before everyone went silent as the music began to play. Jin Woo felt his eyes fill with tears as you appeared. The veil hanging over your face, fluttering in the breeze. Your hair is done up in curls, with pieces of hair pinned back. Your make up was light and looked almost airy. You wear the necklace he had given to you when he was in America, making his heart flutter. The dress, oh the dress. It hugged your figure beautifully. It showed off the curves and dips in your body all while making you look like a goddess. When you were in front of him, he couldn’t help but look over at you. Everything was falling into place. His life before he met you was a nightmare. 

Now, he didn’t have to face those nightmares alone, because now he had you. Because now, he had your gentle touches, your soft voice filling his head to calm him. He had your smell all around him. Even in his phone from three years ago, he had your contact as “My wife someday ❤ ️”. He was a truly smitten man. Holding his hands out so you could follow suit and take his hands as well. Jin Woo couldn’t even remember any of the wedding as he was too enamored by you. “You may now kiss this bride.” The priest said, stepping back as he said those words. Jin Woo pressed his lips to yours, happy when he heard the cheering and clapping of the crowd. Pulling away, Jin Woo chuckled and looked at you with a smile on his face. “Finally, I can call you Mrs. Sung.” He muttered so only you could hear him. 

You looked at him like he hung the stars. Jin Woo intertwined his fingers with yours before you both turned to the crowd. You both bowed to everyone before lifting your hands in the air and smiling. The reception was a blast. You and Jin Woo were the center of attention from everyone. Thomas and a few other National Rank Hunters stood outside the house watching for anyone that would be trying to destroy this day for Jin Woo, and boy did a lot of people show up. Thomas Andre was annoyed but refused to let them enter the house. “You can’t just keep us out here! Sung Jin Woo has some explaining to do. He promised us that he would marry our daughter!” A man yelled trying to shove his way past the hunters. 

“You and I both know that is a lie. Sung Jin Woo has been annoyed since the moment he got his first invite to propose to someone's daughter. Quite acting like he owes you anything when he never did anything for you or your family in the first place. So, turn around and get the hell out of here. You are not wanted, Jin Woo has nothing to do with you. He is living the happiest day of his life right now and I will be damned if you go in there and ruin it for him.” Thomas hissed, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring at the man. “It will simply be a moment. I just want to know why he would marry someone like her and not my daughter.” The man said. Before Thomas could say anything, Sung Jin Woo walked out of the house, pissed beyond belief. “Ah Sung Jin Woo, I just wanted…” Jin Woo glared at the man effectively shutting him up. 

“I am going to make one thing clear. I am NOT marrying your daughter. Get that stupid shit out of your mind. I am a married man now. I am off the market. Do I make myself clear?” Jin Woo wasn’t allowing anything to try and fiddle with his new life. He looked at the people gathered in front of his house wanting to ask him to marry their daughters. One of the businesswomen opened her mouth to counter but Jin Woo shut her down. “If you expect me to divorce my wife then you have another thing coming. Ask me again and I will end your sorry excuse of a life. Do you understand?” He snarled, his eyes beginning to glow a dark purple in anger. He watched as the group of people left, making sure they were completely gone before releasing a breath. Thomas patted his shoulder. “Go back in there. We can handle it out here.” He spoke. Jin Woo nodded his head before making his way back to the front door. Hours passed by the time the last person left. Jin Woo was all partied out and all he wanted to do was lay in bed with his wife. 

Sluggishly, Jin Woo made his way to his bedroom and found you all ready for bed and under the covers reading a book when he entered. You watched your husband change out of his clothes and into pj’s before he practically flopped into bed. He whined and shimmied around before finding the right spot. His head laying in your lap while covered in the blankets. You giggled before your hand lifted from its spot and you ran your fingers through his hair. “Was today everything you had ever wanted?” You asked, watching your husband’s eyes close in bliss as you scratched his head.

His drinking has gone down from what it was like in the beginning when Connor met the Lieutenant, and Connor has convinced Hank to take better care of him but there was still room for improvement of course. It seemed the little android was helping the old police officer into a better lifestyle compared to the concerning depression he was in originally.

But some old patterns were hard to break, especially for an old dog like Hank Anderson.

Connor searched the usual bars Hank was at, even Connor’s fifth search at Jimmy’s Bar who shrugged at him when he asked where he was. Connor tried to think back to where his partner could be when he remembered a bar Hank had mentioned. He saw it while driving home while Connor worked late and said it looked interesting. The android immediately went down that direction after he pulled up the directions.

Hometown Blues was written in cursive with neon lights, the blue light so bright it was impossible not to spot a mile away. It didn’t seem too busy so Connor knew for sure the lieutenant would be in there without worry of rowdy crowds. It seemed to be a human and android bar, with the new development of entertainment for both humans and androids. More of these kinds of things were popping up. A small intrigue peaked in Connor of checking out a place like this, having not been in one yet.

He stepped inside and looked around, some jazz music was playing in the background but not loud enough nobody could have a conversation in here. There were a minimal amount of people here, he scanned and only found 4 people in this room, two being androids. He didn’t care to see who the two other people were as he made a beeline towards the bar where he recognized the jacket an older man was wearing. “There you are, Lieutenant.”

“Shit.”

“I’ve been trying to contact you, there was some new info on the case.” Connor tells him as Hank nurses his whiskey.

“I know and I’ve been ignoring it.” Connor furrows his eyebrows and scowls at his partner's reluctance to work now.

“But it’s new information, this’ll get us closer to solving it.”

“Connor,” Hank turns in his seat to look at the android - his LED was spinning yellow Hank noticed. “We’ve been working at this for over a month nonstop, some humans need a small break.”

“I see he’s found you.”

Connor looked away from the Lieutenant to the sight of the bartender working here tonight, cleaning off one of the glasses, a teasing grin on her face as she looked at Connor and Hank. Connor would’ve scanned her but she was wearing a badge on her chest that displayed her name. Hank has informed him that humans don’t particularly like being scanned so it must be best for him to keep that stuff down to a minimum. Find things out about humans organically compared to when they were on cases “He was telling me a little android may be looking for him to take him away.”

Little? Connor thinks to himself. “I’m just getting the Lieutenant so we can continue to do our job.” Connor says.

“And I would like a break tonight.” Hank grumbles into his glass before he takes another sip.

Connor frowns at the lieutenant, he knows they have been working endlessly, but they were so close to solving it! Connor couldn’t stop now. He looked at his glass to see he was almost done. “If I buy you one more whiskey, will you come with me then?” The android asks the older human, it worked last time it was worth a shot to see if it would work again.

Hank seemed to mull this over for a second before he sighs and grumbles an agreement. Connor pays the bartender after he pulled out his wallet and handed her the money, she then poured more whiskey into the Lieutenant’s glass. “It was good to see you again, Hank.” She tells him, giving him a friendly smile. “Nice to finally meet you too, Connor.” Connor watches her move down the bar to tend to someone else, his LED spinning yellow as he watched her leave them. How much as the Lieutenant talked about him with the bartender?

The next time Connor see’s the bartender was when Markus and his group of friends convinced him to join them on a night out, Connor barely spent time with any of his own kind, either with Hank or working in the station and burying himself in his work. “Go out.” Hank had told him, in a tone that left no room for argument. “Have a life, boy, working isn’t the only thing to life, Con. Have fun with Markus and his friends.”

“What about you and Sumo?”

“We’ll be fine.” Hank pushes Connor towards the door. “We’ll watch a movie and have the night for ourselves. Now go have fun!”

Connor now sat in the android and human combination bar with Markus, Simon, Josh, and North. They were at a little table, the four of them conversing with each other as Connor kept quiet, he felt odd being here, he didn’t know them well and with the way North kept looking at him, he didn’t exactly feel welcome here. Markus would keep ensuring there was no bad blood between them after what happened in the original Jericho, but it was obvious North and other androids haven’t forgiven him. He didn’t blame them at times.

He decided one moment to get up from his seat and try one of the android friendly drinks they make here, they seemed to be all thirium based and safe for androids to consume, Connor couldn’t lie and say he wasn’t interested to try them. “Well look who it is!” exclaims the working bartender and Connor looked over, immediately recognizing the woman before when he fetched the lieutenant a couple weeks ago.

“Oh. Hello,”

“Hey! Nice to see you again. How is Hank? Finally letting him have a break?”

“He is fine, reluctantly I am letting us have a break. He’s home now with Sumo probably watching a movie.”

“Sumo?” She raised an eyebrow at such a name. Connor showed the picture he had of Sumo that he kept with him and the bartender immediately swooned seeing the big doofy dog. “Oh my goodness, he’s so big!”

“Yes, he is a very good dog.” Connor says, for the first time tonight, starting to feel comfortable as he talked about the Saint Bernard that was back at Hank’s.

“Hey, I have a new puppy and I need to have him socialize, and nobody I know has any dogs, we should set up a little playdate.” She offered. Connor’s thirium pump jumped at the offer and couldn’t help but think Sumo would like that type of thing. He only ever sees him and Hank, occasionally other dogs, but he typically sticks to his two owners.

“Sure,” He says, giving an awkward forced smile. He still wasn’t used to these human norms.

“Fantastic! But what should I get you? You came over for a reason.” She says with a grin.

“Right,” Connor looked up to the menu and just picked the first android safe drink he saw on there. She nodded and quickly prepared it and handed the blue drink with a napkin. Connor took the drink with a thanks and returned to the table where the other androids were, setting the drink and napkin down. Markus was the one to greet Connor back.

“What did you get?”

“Some android safe drink.” Connor tells Markus as he picks it up, taking a sip. Immediately his system broke down the contents of the drink, it was mostly thirium but there were hints of alcohol and blue raspberry flavoring. Not able to taste anything, Connor couldn’t really tell if he enjoyed it or not.

“Did they write something down on your napkin?” Simon says as he looks at the writing on the napkin. Connor looked down as he set his drink down, seeing the handwriting. The black ink was scratchy, like the person was struggling to write on the napkin, and was obviously human too.

‘I don’t give out my number, but if you want to seriously set up that puppy date, here’s my social! @.xxxxx

Let’s sets up a date there ♡♡’

“Did you seriously get a date by setting up a playdate with your dogs?” North says, seeming surprised for the first time with Connor. He was honestly surprised too.

Connor didn’t have any social media.

Hank looked flabbergasted when Connor came back with the bartender’s social media tag on a napkin and asking for his help, since none of the other androids he was out with had any social media themselves, or knew much either. Hank for sure had to have something and be able to teach him. “I deleted my social media, but I guess we can try to set you up.” Hank had said, long since quit that once he was older.

Connor was confused by the language and everything once Hank was done and handed him his phone to message her from. Connor held it and looked at the social media home page, confused by all the ads and what random people were posting or a second before he searched for the bartender by writing down the tag. Immediately finding her as he recognized her in the profile picture.

Immediately the first thing he saw on her page was that she was in a car, a huge grin on her face while hugging a 10 week old german shepherd that was sitting in her lap, the caption just some emoticons that he didn’t understand. He had to admit, the picture was cute. The second thing he saw was a name, (Y/N). He didn’t know if it was her actual name or a nickname she chose to display. He hoped it was a nickname for her safety.

He looks back at the top of her profile and sees a spot that says ‘message’, he taps on it and begins writing.

‘Hello, it’s Connor-‘ Connor stopped as he resisted the urge to do his old greeting. Something old in his programming that’s been hard to break. ‘- from the bar.’ and he pressed sent, and waited.

Connor didn’t get a response back from the woman until much later, Hank long since gone to his bedroom and probably asleep and Sumo was fast asleep at Connor’s feet. The large dog laying on his back with his paws in the air. Connor could sense the heat coming off of the large dog on his feet. He was interrupted watching some infomercial that was playing on the TV when a notification popped in his vision, @.xxxx had messaged you.

‘hey! I’m so glad you messaged me I hope I don’t wake you up but here’s my schedule so we can plan around that’

Connor looked at her schedule and how late they go and tried to see if it would match with his work schedule, eventually finding a date a couple days from now where they both have a day off. Something the Lieutenant makes him take so he can ‘get a life’ and enjoy his deviancy.

‘Android’s don’t sleep but thanks for the concern. It seems we can go on Wednesday since we both have a day off then, we can meet at this park, me and Sumo go frequently.’

‘sounds like a plan! lets meet that afternoon’

“Sounds good,’

As they both waited for Wednesday to pull Connor was finding himself messaging (Y/N) more and more, getting to know the woman who has been serving his partner for the past few weeks. He learned this is her first dog she’s own and she’s only been bartending for a couple of months, it took her until Tuesday to figure out he was the android that helped with the Revolution Markus led last year. Connor was finding himself smiling to himself as he read how excited she was in not only knowing him but also that Markus and the other android’s were in her bar that day.

Hank looked at his partner across from him, seeing the tiny smile on Connor’s face as he stared at his computer screen. The old man was sure Connor wouldn’t be smiling as he read case files, and the last time he saw that smile was back at the end of the revolution. Pride swelled in Hank’s chest as he returned to his monitor.

Once Wednesday rolled up and it being Connor and Hank’s one day off. Normally Connor would spend this time with Hank, watch some movie he wanted to show him, or Connor would do some errands so Hank could actually relax. He constantly says how Connor overworks him too much. But today Connor didn’t do any of that.

He got Sumo ready for the day, getting the dog his food and water and taking him on a nice walk. Sumo was an old boy now but he still got excited seeing other dogs, so it was best to get some of his energy spent so he didn’t hurt himself. Throughout the day he could feel the excitement of seeing Sumo with a puppy but also seeing (Y/N).

“Ready, Sumo?” Connor speaks to him, it was an hour before he would expect to meet with (Y/N). He had called a taxi to drive them there, he didn’t want to overexert the old dog by walking there. Once he got the notification the taxi was here, he clipped on Sumo’s leash, called out to Hank he was leaving.

The android helps the dog out of the taxi as they arrive and walks up to the dog park, seeing there were some other dogs that were running around or playing with their owners. It was a good time for (Y/N) puppy to come and play with Sumo. He let him off leash to check everything out while they waited, Connor keeping an eye on the fluff ball wander around.

Eventually (Y/N) did arrive with her puppy who was romping ahead of her with their leash clipped on, (Y/N) seeming to try and keep up with the energetic puppy. “Hello, (Y/N).”

“Hi!” She says with a smile to Connor, her puppy immediately running up and sniffing Connor’s feet. He couldn’t help but smile at the young puppy. “Nice to see you again.”

“You too,” Connor says, turning to look at (Y/N) instead of the puppy. “Sumo is around here somewhere,” He looks around, finding Sumo was sniffing a bush. He got the dog and left Sumo and the german shepherd to introduce themselves together, smiling as he watched them sniff at each other and the german shepherd try to initiate play with the older dog.

They sat together on a bench as they watched their two dogs play together, Connor smiles as Sumo acts like a puppy himself as he plays and chases the german shepherd. “I’m still so new to taking care of a dog, thanks for helping with this part.” (Y/N) says, giving Connor a smile. “I’m glad to see Sumo and Zeus like each other.”

“Happy to help anytime, (Y/N).” Connor tells her. “I like dogs, happy to be around them and help as much as I can.”

“That means I can ask any dog related question.”

Connor thought about it, his LED spinning yellow. “Guess you could.” He says, “not the usual questions I get, but happy to answer any.”

“Okay, Zeus is going through this phase where he’ll just pee on everything…” She started to ask him questions about Zeus and after a couple questions Connor couldn’t help but find himself smiling at (Y/N) as she asked dog questions, and actually listened to his answers and didn’t seem to be half paying attention or interrupting him. It happens a lot more at the DPD, even Hank would do it at times and tell Connor to stop talking, instead (Y/N) let him ramble on his answer, at one point she even brought out her phone to write down what he says. His chest continued to feel full as they continued to talk about dog behavior and other advice he has about them.

The more time went on and the sun began to set, setting a golden glow across the world, making (Y/N) glow in the sunlight and bouncing off her skin beautifully. Connor was having a hard time being not distracted by her, he made a mental note to ask Hank about this later. These new feelings making surface. The hours had gone by so much that Zeus and Sumo had fallen asleep at their owners' feet, Zeus laying on his back and Sumo was resting his head on Connor’s foot. He was 90% sure that Sumo has been drooling on his shoe this whole time. He would most likely need to clean them when they get home.

He could hear a muffled alarm going off and he was confused where it was coming from when (Y/N) pulled it out of her jacket pocket and looked, her eyes widening. “Oh my, is that the time?” She slides her thumb across the screen and slides the device back into her pocket, looking up into Connor’s eyes. “I need to go get ready for the night shift now, but thank you so much for this! I’m glad to see Zeus and Sumo like each other.”

“Yes, I’m glad too.” He says, reaching down and scratching behind Sumo’s ear, who grunted at the contact and glanced up to the android before settling on his foot again. “We should get together again.”

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Thank you so much for the request! Hello to you too my fellow stay!! I had so much fun writing this one-shot and I hope that more come for Suho. I do apologize if there are a few things missing, I’m not quite caught up with Solo Leveling Ragnarok so pardon any errors or mistakes.

Your head smacked against the table as the teacher finished assigning the final project. Suho looked over at you with a raised eyebrow. “Are you doing ok there?” He asked, watching you lift your head up and take a piece of paper. You picked up your pencil before looking at Suho. “Why is it that the teacher thought it was the best idea to give us such a huge project but not enough time?” You asked, watching Suho grin widely. “I don’t know but being able to draw whatever I want makes up for it. I actually started a painting of my parents and hope to use that as my final project.” He said, his eyes looking down at the table. You knew the story. He had told you about them when you two became the best of friends. 

You reached across the table and took his now trembling hand in yours. He looked up at you, his eyes had unshed tears filling them. “You will find your parents. I know you will. And I will be there next to you, helping you.” You said, a soft smile on your face. Suho could feel his heart pounding in his chest. Looking at you, Suho smiled. “And I will help you regain your memories again.” He said, tightening his hold on your hand slightly. The rest of the period consisted of you and Suho hunched over your papers as you both began sketching out the drawings designs. Suho was thorough in capturing what his parents looked like. He still remembered their faces when he was about 15 years old. 

He remembered the way his father would smile at him and congratulate him on his achievements. How his mother would pull him into a hug and tell him how proud she was of him. His hand stopped moving across the paper, he could feel his thoughts starting to spiral, his heart pounding so fast in his chest as worst case scenarios filled his mind. ‘What if they were murdered when he wasn’t there?’ Shaking his head, he glared at the paper. ‘That wouldn’t happen. Father was strong, same with mother. Dad was even a homicide detective so how could he have died?’ Suho shook his head not wanting to think about that anymore. 

He turned back to the paper and felt his heart clench. He had been drawing the entire time he was lost in thought. His parents stared back at him from the paper, their smiles were soft and gentle, and their eyes seemed to hold the universe in them. You looked up from your drawing when you couldn’t hear Suho’s pencil anymore and found him staring at his paper, a gentle smile sitting on his lips. You tilted your head, but saw the picture that Suho drew. Your heart warmed at the sight. ‘He really misses his parents.’ You thought, watching Suho faintly trace his mother and father’s face with his finger.

After class ended, You and Suho walked to your lockers to grab your bags and head home. Suho’s aunt had so graciously allowed you to stay with them til you could get on your feet. As you and Suho entered his aunt’s house, you bowed to her and her husband before slipping off your shoes and slipping on slippers. The rest of the day consisted of you and Suho putting the final touches to your sketches. “Wow Y/n. That art is spectacular.” Suho’s aunt said, leaning over to look at the art. You smiled rubbing the back of your neck. As you opened your mouth to say thank you, a sharp pain filled your head. You clenched your head and clenched your eyes shut. 

Suho jumped from his chair running to the kitchen to grab a cold washcloth. Returning, he made you sit back against the chair with your head tilted back. He placed the cloth on your forehead and you immediately melted as the cold seeped into your skin. You groaned as the pain immediately vanished. “Suho, what happened?” his aunt asked, turning to her nephew. “Y/n gets terrible headaches that just appear out of nowhere. The only thing that happens to help is a very cold wash cloth.” Suho said, moving closer to your side and flipping the cloth over to the other side.

A few days passed but the headache seemed to get worse. You were constantly in pain, but one thing that stuck out was the fact it showed a bright white room, pillars everywhere and angel like creatures that stood towers above the humans. You gripped your head as you screamed, Suho sitting next to you when an episode happened, tried shaking you gently, the cold washcloth lying on the coffee table forgotten. You gripped Suho’s arm with strength he didn’t know you could muster up. “What the hell am I Suho?” You said, your eyes flashing a different color as your body doubled over. Slowly and over time, your memories began to return. People could see the changes and began to grow hostile. Hating everything about you. Suho, however, stayed by your side. He snapped and yelled at those that would hurt you. 

Currently, you were laying on Suho’s lap, eyes closed and trying to at least get some rest. Suho was positively shaking. During the time he had been by your side, he started developing feelings for you. He didn’t care if you were to be his enemy. Days passed with Suho following you everywhere you went. You had begged him not to leave you as you were terrified. You didn’t know who or what you were and having everyone hate you didn’t make you feel any better. When you finally came to terms with what was happening, Suho had been working to awaken his own powers that he harbored. When Suho’s friends had met you they didn’t like you. They even admitted to hate the idea of being friends with you because of what you are.

{Months Later}

Suho had done everything to get you out of your apartment, but nothing was working all that well. Suho’s heart was starting to break as he listened to your sobs from outside the door. A few days finally passed before he had enough. He took the spare key that you had given to him and unlocked the front door. Suho knew right then and there he didn’t want to feel that heart wrenching pain ever again. You were laying on the floor, tears streaming down your face. Other than himself, Esil was the only other person that cared about you and made sure you had company when needed. 

Suho knelt down in front of your face, waiting for you to even look up at him. “Suho, you should leave me. I’m a monster. To think I was someone that belonged to the enemy side.” A fresh wave of tears fell down your face. Suho could feel his heart breaking the more he watched you. “Y/n, I don’t care who you are or what you are. You have always been a sweet, and caring person.” Suho said, dropping so he was laying on his side facing towards you, his hand taking your hand in his and pressing it to his heart. Your eyes widened but you didn’t remove your hand. The feeling of his heartbeat against your hand made your already racing heart to slow down. You had longed for a way to figure out who you were but at the same time, you didn’t want to leave Suho and the others. You didn’t want to go back to your old life. There was a reason that you had forgotten about it, possibly even ran away from your old life.

“Please don’t shut me out anymore.” Suho whispered. You slowly moved closer to him, tucking your head into his chest and closing your eyes. Suho's face burned a bright red but his arms wrapped around your slightly trembling body. You tucked yourself closer to him and his arms seemed to tighten. Then, your body stilled. Your breathing halted and your eyes didn’t open. Suho gently shook your body but you didn’t move. He pressed his ear to your heart but his eyes widened and his heart sank to the pit of his stomach. You had died in his arms. He was the last person you saw before your body gave up. Suho held you in his arms as he cried into your shoulder, begging you to come back to him. 

Opening your eyes, you stood before the massive gods. Their eyes on you. You knew what they wanted. They wanted a report. They wanted you to tell them the weaknesses of humankind. To tell them a way of killing everyone in the world. You looked at them directly, not bowing, or calling them by their titles. But instead, you warned them. You warned them that if they tried to hurt that world, they would lose everything they held dear. Possibly, even their lives. Of course, these gods laughed at your warming. Laughing at the mear idea of humans being able to attack or possibly kill them. Opening your mouth to counter, you felt a hand on your shoulder. 

Turning to the side, you were met with none other than Suho’s father, Sung Jin Woo, the current Shadow Monarch. Your eyes widened as you met him, the immediate need to bow to him was nearly choking you. You made the move to kneel and bow, but Sung Jin Woo shook his head, a smile on his face. “Please return to my son. He needs you right now. I can take care of this.” He said, shoving his hands in his long coat pockets, a smile on his face. You watched as his calm demeanor changed as his eyes began to glow a dark purple. That same purple surrounded his body. “Arise.”  

Legions of shadows appeared all around you. You looked at Sung Jin Woo, who had his eyes glued on the gods before him, but a simple nod of his head and the shadows rushed forward. Your eyes widened as you watched the Shadow Monarch for a simple moment before you were forced from the platform and floating away from the battle that rocked the darkness of space. Your heart raced as you watched the battle. Suho’s father was strong, but he was also so gentle when talking about his son. “Go back to my son Y/n. He needs you.” Sung Jin Woo’s voice filled your head once again. Almost immediately, Suho filled your thoughts. The looks he would give you when you were not looking. The soft smiles he would only give to you. Even the fear that appeared on his face when you shut yourself away. You closed your eyes, willing yourself to return to your body.

Slowly, you opened your eyes, the sound of sirens and sniffling could be heard. You blinked before slowly sitting up. The paramedic that was working to help you gasped when you sat up. He started taking your vitals and found it weird that your vitals looked completely normal. Packing his things up, he made sure that you were really ok before standing up and leaving. Placing your hand on your head, you closed your eyes and sighed out before standing up slowly and sitting down on the couch. Your mind drifted off to Suho’s father, watching as he and his shadows took to fighting the massive gods that you have once served. You were angry. Mad that you even thought following those gods was the right thing to do, or the fact that it was Sung Jin Woo, Suho’s father that pulled you from the nightmare.

“Suho?” You called out, after not hearing anything for a while. The sound of something dropping and feet running across the floor could be heard as Suho burst into the living room. His eyes red from how long he had been crying. “You’re alive.” He whispered, moving closer to you. Standing in front of you, he dropped to his knees and wrapped arms around your waist. His face is buried in your lap. You could feel his tears soaking into your pants. “Suho, I met your father.” You whispered. Suho’s head snapped up, his eyes wide as he searched your eyes. “Does that mean he’s dead?” Suho asked. You shook your head, “No Suho. He isn’t dead. I also regained my memories. I am an apostle sent by Itarim to kill off humanity.” You said. You watched Suho freeze but he didn’t pull away from you. “I realized that wasn’t the place I wanted to be. It wasn’t what I wanted. I wanted to live a normal life, or at least as normal as it can be.” You said, your hand moving to thread through Suho’s hair, watching as his eyes closed, a soft breath leaving his lips.

Opening his eyes, Suho looked up at you, his eyes tracing your features as he gave you a goofy grin. You smiled down at him. “I don’t care what or who you are. I don’t care that you were an apostle for a group of gods that my father is facing off with. I don’t care if you are just a normal human.” Suho said, moving from where he was on his knees and sitting on the couch next to you. “Is this a weird time to tell you that I have a crush on you?” Suho asked, his face dusted a dark red as he waited for your answer. You laughed before turning to face him. “No, but I am a little dense. What do you mean by having a crush on me?” You asked, a sly smile on your lips. Suho turned to you and his own grin appeared on his face as he leaned towards you. 

“This is what I mean by having a crush on you.” Suho said, pressing his lips against yours. Your eyes immediately close. The warmth in your chest expands as Suho presses closer. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you against his chest while he deepens the kiss. Pulling away, you both stare at each other with half lidded eyes as you try to catch your breath. A red dusting the bridge of your nose while the tips of his ears were red. Your fingers moved up to your lips and brushed your fingers against your lips, a happy smile on your face. You leaned your head on Suho’s shoulder and closed your eyes. Suho wrapped his arms around you and leaned his head on your head. 

When Erin had been born Snow had hoped her granddaughter would be her chance to make up for everything she had missed with Emma. Raising Neal filled a part of that void that had plagued her since Regina’s curse had been broken and she thanked every god in every realm that she was given the chance of motherhood again. But there were so many milestones and little moments that could only come from raising a daughter. She had daydreamed of tea parties with stuffed animals, spending hours modelling dresses, and perhaps even teaching her how to sew – all things Snow had done herself with her own mother. Erin, however, had taken after Emma in that regard and at four years old had yet to have the first tea party or sewing lesson.  Emma had also passed down her burning hatred for gowns which was why Snow found herself trudging over the large palace lawn in search for her granddaughter who was doing everything but get fitted for the ball tonight.

“Mom?”

Snow looked up to see her daughter walking toward her, blonde hair tied into a messy ponytail, wearing what had become her trademark leather pants and one of Killian’s black shirts – although she had more buttons done up than her husband ever did. Liam sat on her right hip, his small hand fisting in the material of his father’s shirt as the wind blew his dark locks onto his forehead. When his ocean blue eyes landed on his grandmother they lit up in excitement and the accompanying grin he gave her caused Snow to smile brightly back at her grandson.

“What are you guys doing out here? I thought Liam was spending the day with Anna’s boys.”

Snow saw the immediate flash of guilt on Emma’s face and her heart went out to her daughter. Barely a month had passed since Ursula, at the behest of Maleficent, had kidnapped her youngest grandchildren and taken them to Neverland where Liam had been poisoned with Dreamshade. Emma had refused to let either of her younger children out of her sight their first week back, especially Liam, and even now she found it hard to go even a day without physically seeing that Liam was okay.

“We just decided to have a mommy and son day,” Emma replied and Snow nodded in understanding, giving her daughter a comforting smile.

“Of course.” Reaching to ruffle Liam’s already disheveled locks she added, “Who wouldn’t want to spend the day with this handsome guy?”

“Granma!” Liam giggled, the tips of his Elf-like ears turning red. Her youngest grandson clearly hadn’t inherited his father’s ego – yet.

Emma laughed. “What are you doing? I thought you’d be overseeing every detail of tonight’s ball with a fine tooth comb.”

“I will be as soon as I find my granddaughter who is currently ducking a gown fitting.”

“Uh-oh,” Liam said seriously, causing his mother and grandmother to smile. “That bad form.”

“Yes it is, Liam,” Snow responded, giving her daughter a knowing look. Emma shrugged her shoulders as she fought to contain a smirk.

“I can’t really fault her on that, mom. I hate dresses too.”

Snow hummed. “And have you been to your dress fitting?”

“Unfortunately,” Emma grumbled, shifting Liam’s weight on her hip. “The last time I saw Erin was a couple hours ago. She was in the library with Belle studying a piece of parchment with a large X on it. “

Snow groaned - wonderful. That meant her granddaughter could be anywhere. Since the day she had learned to talk Erin had been very vocal about wanting to be a pirate – “Just like daddy, granma!” – when she grew up, much to her grandfather’s dismay. Six months prior Killian had started drawing little maps for her to follow – “Every good pirate needs to know how to find buried treasure, lass.” – always ending with her finding a little trinket or a doubloon. Normally Snow found it endearing but with so much still needing to be overseen for the ball and Erin missing her dress fitting the Queen of Misthaven was on the verge of rapping her son-in-law upside the head for doing a treasure hunt on today of all days.

“Any idea where he sent her to?” she asked her daughter. Emma shook her head.

“That’s his little thing with her. I just smile and nod whenever she shows me what ‘booty’ she found.”

Snow sighed and was about to head in the direction of Killian’s study when she saw something out of the corner of her eye. Pushing her windswept hair from her face she turned to look toward her garden.

“What was that?”

“What was what?” Emma asked, turning to follow her mother’s line of sight. Both women stood in silence and just as Emma started to ask her mother was she seeing things they both saw it – dirt flying from Snow’s rose bushes.

“What the-“

“I swear to the Gods,” Snow growled, already marching toward where more dirt was flying, “If that’s Scarlet’s dog digging in my roses again I’m going to rip his heart out myself. Will’s - not the dog’s.”

Emma simply chuckled as she followed her mother across the manicured lawn toward the rose bushes wrapping around the low stonewall that designated Snow’s massive garden. She never knew about her mother’s obsession with flowers until they moved back to the Enchanted Forest, the loft in Storybrooke not giving the former bandit adequate room to really grow anything other than windowsill pots. In their short four years here Snow had turned the dead enclosure into a vibrant jungle of just about every kind of flower imaginable. Emma was sure some of them had been magically planted by Regina but the former Evil Queen simply raised an eyebrow whenever it was brought up.

As they neared the spot where dirt was now steadily flying from between two bushes Emma heard soft muttering followed by a sudden cry of triumph. Stepping next to her mother she found both eyebrows rising at the sight before them.

“Erin Margaret Jones, just what do you think you are doing?” Snow scolded.

Erin, who was on her hands and knees in the dark soil, looked up from the small hole she was digging in. The ponytail Emma had pulled her hair into earlier that morning was coming undone, blonde tendrils falling into her chubby face. Green eyes the same shade as her mother’s stared up at the fuming face of her grandmother with a mixture of confusion and annoyance. Huffing in that way only a child can she sat back on her legs, small soil covered hands coming up to her waist and dirtying her pristine white shirt.

“Diggin’ for buried treasure, obviously granma,” the four-year-old responded with every ounce of sass she had inherited from her father, even rolling her eyes like he did when he was dealing with someone incompetent.

Emma bit her lip to keep from laughing as her mother fumed next to her, the Queen’s face turning a bright red as she fought between responding to her granddaughter and storming off to take her rage out on her son-in-law. Finally making her mind up Snow turned to her daughter, green eyes flashing.

“You can deal with the Killian Jones sass while I play target practice with a pirate.”

Fighting a squirming Liam who wanted down to play in the dirt with his sister Emma watched her mother march toward the castle and her unsuspecting husband. “What did you find?” she asked her daughter, noting Erin’s attention was already back to her ‘buried treasure’ before Snow had taken three steps. Erin pulled a small wooden box from the hole and tossing its lid aside with a flourish – such a pirate – she beamed as she held up a small silver necklace with a rounded stone that Emma was sure matched the one nestled on her own engagement ring.

“Great find! Now refill the hole and lets get you to your dress fitting.”

“Momma!” Erin cried, her face falling in betrayal.

“Remember what we talked about, kid? Grandma doesn’t ask a lot of us and this is one thing you and I can deal with every so often to appease her. That’s good form, right?”

“Yes ma’am,” Erin mumbled. Tucking her newfound treasure into her pocket she quickly shoved the disturbed dirt back into place. Picking up the box she hurried to her mother’s side and with her dirt covered hand grasped Emma’s hand.

Later that evening when she asked her husband if the earful he had gotten from her mother (and judging by the redness of his non-earring ear it hadn’t just been words exchanged) was worth it her pirate had simply nodded in the direction of their daughter who was showing off her newly found treasure to her Uncle Will with a beaming smile and twinkling eyes.

“Aye, Swan. Completely worth it.”