summary: you try to get some closure with kristoph...
“it's like we've become strangers…”
kristoph gavin had been the love of your life. you were sure he'd be the man you'd end up marrying one day. but it turned out you knew nothing about him. nothing about his crimes, nor his true self.
“won't you at least say something? or look at me?”
you sat in front of his cell, desperate to talk to him, to get answers for all the questions that have been in your head for months now. but kristoph acted like you weren't even there.
“please… i need to know what was real and what wasn't. if… if what we had was just part of your plan or if you truly loved me at some point…”
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For the prompts could I please request 12 with Gavin as A and reader as B. Bonus points if readers ex is Kamski and its the half brothers AU. I live for drama xx
Hi! We support drama around here. Fictional drama, anyway. It was actually a pretty interesting challenge to include all the messy family stuff plus Gavin's complexities into a short one-shot. Hopefully I pulled it off!
12. A and B go on a date together that gets crashed by one of B's exes.
(SFW)
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To say that you and Gavin Reed had had a long road to get to this point would be an understatement. Like so many, your first impression of the snarky detective had not been a positive one. He was the resident asshole at the DPD, plain and simple. Except as you got to know him, you realised it wasn’t simple at all. His spiky comments and barely-contained rage were a smokescreen for the fear and self-doubt underneath.
Gavin would rather be seen as a short-tempered prick than let anyone discover the vulnerable side he kept hidden, but as soon as you began to suspect that there was more to him than spite, you chipped away at his defences. Gradually, you unearthed the truth of him: a man with a difficult upbringing, who’d worked hard and fought hard for everything he had, whose greatest fear was having it all taken away.
With your new understanding came a genuine desire for friendship, a desire that Gavin seemed to share; at first grudgingly, but then with slowly increasing sincerity. You still disagreed on a lot of things, but you fought about them in good spirits, and on occasion, Gavin even changed his mind on something. The one thing he remained adamant about, however, was androids.
You could understand his point of view at first. New technology threatening job security, yadda, yadda. Humanity had been through that cycle many times before and had come out the other side with a slightly different way of life. But during the fraught days of Markus’s revolution, you both had to rethink your stance. Not only were androids here to stay, they were alive.
Gavin accepted it because he had no choice. Laws were put in place protecting android-kind, and the behaviour he’d shown towards them initially was now looked on as hate crime. He knew he could lose his job if he treated his android co-workers with anything less than basic respect, and he’d worked too hard for his detective’s badge to let that happen.
You had been thoroughly converted to the deviant cause during the revolution, and had even made several android friends in the months that followed. You knew they were alive, however impossible it seemed, and the fact that they were now paid a wage and had to interview for jobs took away some of the concerns about unemployment. Not all of them, but at least the process was slightly more fair. Despite all the changes, however, Gavin still harboured an unrelenting hatred for androids; he just kept it to himself. You couldn’t understand why he clung to his past prejudices, but every time you tried to bring it up, he deflected.
The two of you had agreed to disagree, and your friendship had progressed as it was. The dynamic tilted on its axis one ordinary night, when the banter took a flirty turn that seemed a little more serious than usual, and gazes were held a little too long. You’d been convinced that the stubborn, spiky man was friendship material and nothing more, but slowly that same stubborn, spiky man had become the one that made you laugh, that you turned to first with your problems or good news. So, naturally, when he asked you out on a date, you turned him down the first four times.
That led you to this night, when you and Gavin Reed had finally decided to admit that there was a definite romantic element to your connection and go out to dinner together.
Gavin was aware that if the all-important first date got messed up, you’d never try dating each other ever again, so he had decided to take you to one of Detroit’s most exclusive restaurants. It was a classic option, and made you feel fancy in a way that you hadn’t felt in years. Gavin was suited and booted, and you’d made considerable effort too. If your matching stunned reactions were anything to go by, you’d both succeeded at scrubbing up well.
“Have you been here before?” you asked as you entered the warm mood lighting of the restaurant.
Gavin scoffed. “No. Too common for places like this, y’know.”
You smirked. “Think they’ll let us eat here?”
“They’d better. I don’t have a plan B.”
Fortunately, seeing as your money was as good as anyone’s, the staff gave you no issues, leading you to your table, which was tastefully decorated with a single, perfect orchid.
“Have you been here before?” Gavin threw back at you, leafing through the menu, which was actual printed card and not digital.
“No. I came close once, though,” you admitted. “A guy I was dating was going to bring me here, but we broke up.”
Gavin shrugged. “His loss.”
You smiled at the comment, inclined to agree, and picked up your own menu.
“Hey,” Gavin added softly, catching your attention. “I mean that. Every idiot who let you walk away…it’s their loss. I’m not gonna be stupid enough to do the same. Just so we’re clear.”
Your smile grew gentler, and absurdly, you felt your cheeks warm in a blush. You nodded, touched by the rare show of sincerity. Gavin did not often give voice to his more tender thoughts.
Of course, he couldn’t let the moment linger too long either. “Okay, so am I gonna go with the chicken or take out a new loan on my house so I can get a steak?”
You snorted a laugh, trying not to look at the prices.
A door not far from your table slid open, revealing a private dining area, no doubt for the top clientele. You averted your eyes as a man emerged, not wanting to stare. It was something you liked to do whenever you encountered someone who clearly wanted attention: refuse to provide it. Fate had other plans, however, and you glanced up as you heard your name spoken in quiet but commanding tones.
Your eyes widened at the sight of Elijah Kamski, a rare, tight smile curving his lips. He was paler than you remembered, which made sense. You’d heard he’d become something of a recluse in recent years.
“Elijah,” you said in surprise.
“You look radiant,” he said smoothly, the compliment sliding off his tongue with no emotions attached to it whatsoever. You weren’t sure how that made you feel. “Then again, you always did know how to dress for these kinds of places,” Elijah went on.
“Thank you,” you muttered.
“You know him?” Gavin blurted.
You turned your head to take in his expression; a mixture of disbelief and irritation.
“Uh, yeah,” you ventured, trying not to let your sudden awkwardness show. “Um…Elijah and I used to date. A long time ago.”
Gavin’s eyes widened in shock. You were used to that reaction. It was why you didn’t mention to people that you’d once dated the Elijah Kamski. People either didn’t believe you or peppered you with questions.
You watched, startled, as Elijah grabbed an empty chair from a nearby table and set it down at yours. He sat, posture rigid, smiling politely, and you resisted the urge to gawp at him. Was it not obvious that you were on a date?
“Uh…” you began, but Gavin cut you off.
“You never mentioned him.”
You looked back at him, frowning slightly at the unexpected anger present in his voice and expression. Did it really matter who was in your dating past? It was the past for a reason, after all.
“Well…” you stumbled, “I’m sure you’ve not told me about all your exes either.”
“Yeah, but…” Gavin shut off his sentence, inhaling noisily through his nose.
Your mind was spinning, trying to make sense of his reaction, which was far more elevated than you thought it should be. Was it the android thing again? Did he somehow see your past with Elijah as some sort of betrayal? That seemed far-fetched for someone with a largely logical mind, but Gavin had been known to overreact when androids were involved.
“Sounds like you haven’t mentioned me either, Gavin,” Elijah spoke up calmly.
Your head whipped round at his use of Gavin’s name. You hadn’t had time to introduce them, so how…?
“Yeah, I wonder why that is,” Gavin practically snarled.
“What the hell is going on?” you demanded, looking between them both.
Gavin shook his head slightly, but he was the one to answer you. “Turns out you dated my fucking half-brother.”
It was your turn to stare at him in shock. “Your what?”
“Gavin is the product of one of my father’s more long-lasting indiscretions,” Elijah explained. “We only learned of it as teenagers, after his death.”
“Pretty major inconvenience for you, wasn’t it,” Gavin shot back acidly. “But I get it. You were busy being the world’s most pretentious sixteen-year-old, founding your fucking robotics company. You had no time to waste on reaching out to a brother you didn’t know you had.”
The sarcasm in his voice almost made you cringe, and something vital clicked into place. Teenaged Gavin had wanted to form a connection, and Elijah hadn’t been receptive. CyberLife had been a bigger priority, which made it the first incident of androids taking up space that Gavin had wanted to take himself. And all throughout his adult life, he’d been seeing it happen again and again as technology threatened jobs that humans had once done. No wonder he hated them. They represented the rejection that must have come at a difficult time in his life.
You knew from past conversations that Gavin had assumed throughout his childhood that his dad had left his mom when he was young. He’d implied that he’d learned something different later in life, but he’d never elaborated. Now it made sense.
You’d briefly dated Elijah in the early years of CyberLife’s big success, finding him intriguing and brooding at a time when you’d thought that was what you wanted. You broke up when you realised how little time he actually had to spend with you. Never once had he mentioned a half-brother.
You glanced between them, realising with surprise that you could pick out a few minor similarities in their faces when you were seeing them side by side. It seemed you had a type.
“My mother was upset by the revelation,” Elijah said, “you know that, Gavin. I didn’t want to add to her grief and betrayal.”
“At least your mom had him with her. She didn’t spend a few months thinking she was someone’s priority only to find out she’s the fucking side chick.”
You wanted to reach across the table and take Gavin’s hand, but you had a feeling he wouldn’t want that. Not in front of Elijah.
“What the fuck did you see in this guy?” he added to you. “It’s gotta be the money, right? He could afford to take you to places like this all the time.”
You stared at him, stung. Logically you understood that he was lashing out without proper thought, but you didn’t appreciate the implication that you were actually shallow. He knew better. He knew you better.
“Actually, I’d barely made my first million when we were together,” Elijah said, which didn’t help at all.
“Well fuck, aren’t you just super relatable.”
“Elijah,” you spoke up, patience wearing thin, “was there something you wanted? Because Gavin and I are here to have dinner. Alone.”
“I intended to catch up, but perhaps another time would be better.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Gavin interjected, getting to his feet. “Have a nice stroll down memory lane together. I’m done.”
He stormed off, weaving his way through elegant tables. You turned narrowed eyes on Elijah.
“What the hell, Elijah? Was it not obvious that we were on a date?”
He shrugged, infuriatingly calm. “I’ve never been very good at reading social situations. Would you like a drink? We can stroll down memory lane.”
“The only place I’m strolling is after Gavin,” you said firmly, pushing your chair back. “Your androids are more human than you. At least they experience empathy and compassion.”
His eyebrows rose, but he said nothing further as you followed Gavin’s path out. You bypassed the startled concierge, heading onto the street and jogging towards the parking lot. Gavin had driven you both, but with the mood he was in, you couldn’t be sure that he wouldn’t leave without you.
To your surprise, he was leaning against his car, hands in his pockets and a torn expression on his face. He looked equally surprised to see you, and you tried to figure out how the fuck he’d thought you would have preferred to reminisce with Elijah over spending time with him. But that tracked with how Gavin had seen himself throughout his life. Replaceable. Unimportant. Despite your annoyance with him, your heart broke a little bit.
“I dunno what I was thinking bringing you here,” he said, sounding considerably calmer than he had in the restaurant. “I don’t fit in here and I never will.”
“And you think I do? We’re on the same wage, Gav.”
“Yeah, but you’re…” He trailed off.
“What?”
“Doesn’t matter.”
You approached, leaning beside him. “I’m not better than you,” you said. “I mean, I am great, obviously.”
He snorted a faint laugh, which you considered a win.
“But you know what?” you went on. “I think you’re pretty great too.”
“Okay, camp counsellor,” he said sardonically.
“Fuck off,” you retorted, bumping your arm against his. “I dated Elijah years ago. He was only just starting to come to places like this. I went to a few with him but…I hated it. I didn’t fit in at all, I just managed to fake it. Elijah never noticed. It’s part of the reason why we broke up, but mostly we were just a mismatch.”
“Yeah, I get that.” He sent you an apologetic look. “I shouldn’t have said what I said back there. It was just…in the moment, I could see all the things he could give you that I can’t.”
“Didn’t you stop to think about whether they’d be things I’d actually want?”
“I guess not. I’m an idiot.”
“You’re not,” you said seriously. “You’re just scared, I think. Scared of losing things you care about.”
His posture stiffened slightly beside you, clearly showing his discomfort at having his raw truth laid bare, but he stayed where he was.
“You’re allowed to take up space, Gavin. I know it’s easier to act like a dick than to be decent and risk being rejected, but there are people that want you to take up space in their lives. I want you to take up space.”
He met your gaze, and you were glad to see that he seemed to be taking your words on board. It wouldn’t be an overnight change. You’d probably end up having dozens more conversations exactly like this. But maybe he’d be willing to listen. And maybe he’d eventually learn to let go of some of his anger and fear.
“Yeah?” he said, voice quiet.
“Yeah. You said you wouldn’t be stupid enough to let me walk away, right? That makes you smarter than Elijah.”
He huffed a disbelieving laugh. “Sure, maybe. On this one thing.” His expression sobered. “But…maybe it’s the one thing that really matters.”
You weren’t used to this quiet, sincere Gavin, and you weren’t entirely sure what to say back. You half expected him to break the moment with a quip, like he’d done in the restaurant, but he simply held your gaze, seemingly content to let you see behind his defences for once. You were touched, finding yourself surprisingly emotional after the turbulent evening, and it was you who broke the moment with a quip.
“So, are you going to kiss me or what?”
Gavin’s face softened further in a slow-spreading grin. “I don’t know. We’ve never done that before. Kinda feels like it would be a game-changer.”
He wasn’t wrong. The two of you may be on a date, but so far you hadn’t really done anything that you hadn’t done during your friendship. You were standing much closer than you usually did, however, and the way you were both leaning had your noses within an inch of touching.
“Gav?” you murmured.
“Yeah?”
“Kiss me.”
He closed the gap between you, capturing your mouth in a surprisingly soft kiss. The two of you lingered there, testing the new development. Then you parted your lips under his, pressing yourself closer, and his tongue met yours. His stubble prickled your skin, and you had a sudden, visceral need to feel it in other places.
You were breathless when you parted, your blood running hot in your veins. Gavin’s eyes were dark, fixed on your mouth as if he was already thinking about kissing you again.
“Fuck the date,” you declared. “I have a four-part plan to improve our evening.”
Gavin looked amused, his arms reassuringly snug around your waist. “Yeah? Let’s hear it.”
You lifted a hand to count on your fingers. “Beer.”
“Like it so far.”
“Pizza.”
“Yup.”
“Your couch.”
“Uh-huh.”
“More making out.”
He nodded in approval. “Sounds perfect.”
And maybe, if things went well, you’d add a fifth part and really shake up the dynamic of your relationship.
And maybe, if things went really well, one day you would successfully convince this stubborn, bitter man that he was worth so much more than he thought.
kristoph hates sharing you! but if he has to share you with anyone, it might as well be his brother klavier…
klavier is a lot more open minded than kristoph! he doesn't care that you're dating two guys at once, since he knows you've got enough love in you for both of them!
but kristoph? he always wants to be your favorite! and he can – and will – turn everything into a competition!
normally, he wouldn't spoil you so much. but in this case, he wants to win your love through gifts and fancy dates! and he wants them to be better than the gifts and dates klavier has to offer!
however, one thing klavier beats kristoph in every time is affection! klavier is genuine and gentle with you! you know the kisses he presses onto your forehead or the times he holds your hand mean something!
but kristoph mostly does affectionate things out of jealousy or possessiveness! he wants to kiss you to show others that you are his! and he wants to hold you close to convince himself of that as well…
it's a little hard to spend time with both of them at the same time, due to kristoph's jealousy and competitiveness. but the few times the three of you are together, there's always some tension…
Summary: When Gavin denies being ticklish, you can’t resist testing the theory yourself. A few laughs, a few blushes, and one flustered officer later, it’s clear who really won this playful battle.
Lee: Reader
Ler: Gavin
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“I’m not ticklish,” Gavin said bluntly. You raised an eyebrow with a smirk. “Oh, really? Then what about that one time I tickled your side? You weren’t ticklish when that happened?”
Gavin’s cheeks tinted pink ever so slightly and tried to push it off. “That didn’t happen. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “I never picked you to be such a liar, Gavin.” you said then poked his side lightly. He grunted and flinched from your poke. “I don’t have to prove anything to you.”
“But I already know the truth. It’s you being in denial.” you slowly and lightly wiggled your fingers against his sides. Gavin pressed his lips together and pushed your hands away. You moved your hands all around his waist to tickle him, getting his stomach, sides, ribs, and even his armpits.
“Ahahahahahaha, would you stohohohop?!” he said between laughing. He wiggled away from you but you followed his move. “Nope! You gotta admit you’re ticklish!” “Nohohohohohoho! Stohohohohop!”
“Aww, Gavin, you never told me you have such a cute laugh! Now it makes me want to tickle you more often just to hear it.” you rapidly squeezed his sides.
“You’re sohohoho mehehehean!” Gavin kept laughing and squirming under your fingers.
“Oh, am I? You’re the one who lied first, officer.” “I dihihihihihidn’t liehehehehe!” “Sure, you didn’t.”
Then Gavin grabbed your wrists to make you stop. He breathed heavily and giggled softly. “Okay, please no more.” “I guess I’ll let up.” you finally stopped, letting him catch his breath. He was still chuckling quietly, his chest rising and falling as he wiped a stray tear from the corner of his eye.
“See?” you said smugly. “Totally ticklish.”
Gavin gave you a sharp glare that usually made criminals quake, but the pink in his cheeks ruined the effect. “You’re lucky I like you,” he muttered.
You smiled, brushing his messy hair back. “I know.” His hand caught yours, fingers intertwining gently. “Don’t make a habit of that,” he said softly. “Or I’ll have to retaliate.”
“Oh?” you teased, leaning closer. “Is that a threat or a promise?”
The corner of his mouth lifted into a rare smirk. “You’ll find out.”
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tags: spoilers for aa4, established romantic relationship, supportive!kristoph, killer/murderer!reader
kristoph gavin is a defense attorney and people thought rather highly of him. everyone assumed he was one of the good guys, someone fighting for justice for the innocent!
however, there was something not even you, his partner, knew about him. kristoph wasn't as good of a person as everyone thought. quite the opposite, in fact
though it seems like neither were you! both kristoph and you had blood on your hands. only that when you killed someone, kristoph caught you in the act
while you froze in shock, unable to know how to react, kristoph remained scarily calm. he simply studied your expression, glanced over the scene of the crime, before his emotionless expression turned into a subtle smile
“amateur” he huffed, as he approached you, the murder weapon still in your hands. “it'll be hard to get a non guilty verdict, with how many mistakes you made here, but with me as your defense attorney, you've got nothing to worry about, my love.”
you could hardly believe how well kristoph was taking this revelation. you were still in a panicked state, while he was as calm and collected as ever!
“don't look so surprised now. there's no crime a good defense attorney can't cover up…”
tags: suggestive, established romantic relationship, prosecutor!reader x defense attorney!kristoph, power couple
kristoph is a well known defense attorney, while you are a prosecutor! and while at first the two of you started off as rivals, due to your positions, you not only became a couple over time but became THE couple everyone knew!
if people were up against either you or kristoph in court, they knew they had no chance. the two of you decimated everyone you came across and had an almost perfect record!
and on the rare occasion that you were actually positioned against one another in court, it would be a case that everyone remembered!
usually, your cases ended within less than an hour! but if you were pitted against each other? those cases could take up to 12+ hours per day over the span of multiple days!
neither of you would let the other win, but there were never any hard feelings between each other!
if anything, people even joked that this kinda stuff was like foreplay to the two of you! that fighting with each other in court got you two excited and kept the relationship alive!
only kristoph and you knew how your relationship was behind closed doors and if you truly needed that rivalry to keep the relationships exciting. but if anything, the two of you shared an undeniable passion for both your jobs and each other!
