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Do not go gentle into that good night.

Word count: 1,6k words

TW: Angst, character death.

A/N: Heyo, pretty much new to Tumblr. This is my first english oneshot as english is my secondary language. It’s an alternative scene of my story in planning. @thirium-bae is the one who encouranged me to post my stuff here, a big shoutout to her. She is an amazing writer. Well, enjoy!

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“Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”

Lost in space, time becomes an endless piece in the vast emptiness. Not ever visible, never really there. But when one thing becomes a permanent companion, it loses meaning. The meaning of a day, month, a year gets lost, forever vanishing in the space which embraces us. It leads us to the question of what time really is.

Is it a science, only explained through numbers and words?

Is it a fickle instrument, fragile as glass and yet as devastating as a gun?

Is it an animal, which needs to be contained and handled with caution?

Is it a monster, looming and thriving in the never ending darkness?

No answer. No answer to the burning question.  Although, there was an opposition to the unending singularity, echoing tick of a hourglass.

Gravity crossed the rules of time without any care, creating a bridge in the singularity nobody could control.

And love was part of it.

Because real and unconditional love never yields, never stops blooming, to be the wonderful flower it is with all the flaws included. Alas, love that controls gravity was love that would never yield to the whims of time and space.

Thus a flower born in the path between the two invisible forces, making it feel less void.

But all of what you just read were hypotheses, something so wonderful that it might as well has been ripped off from a goodnight story.

What happened to the white innocence which the flower was?

The supernova will light up everything.

No escape, no glory in this.

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It was hopeless.

Hopelessly in love; hope burned down into ashes.

The tale of one’s love against all obstacles was about to find its end. The dance of love and passion came to halt. No more beautiful butterflies flying around, the butterfly effect taking their place. Their corpses laid in the arms of the dark, the wings ripped apart, no longer free.

Rain came harshly down on earth, a force of nature that will always be unforgiving.  And as the night embraced the world, they ran.

Alexa ran from one roof to the other, with all the speed she was capable of, searching and scanning for one particular brown-eyed android.

Alexa.

That was her designation. It was the name they gave her.

Whoever thought it was a good idea to name her that had some obvious trouble with their thought process.

Which was a contradiction, because they gifted her something..wonderful. Something wonderful as seeing the sun on their synthetic skin, the clouds dancing in the sky and the rain pouring down, seemingly washing away everything with it.

They gave her life, but as a slave to humanity.

The day had been a normal one in the long list of their “lives". Bewildering Gavin with her “Colon open parenthesis” saying. Frustrating him because he couldn’t find out what it actually meant. Being told multiple times to shut up. Telling Hank that “yeet” was not a wise way of expressing things (and him “kindly” telling her to shut it), Hank in return telling Alexa to play Despacito and talking to Officer Tina.

It was like she wasn’t a machine, instead a human being. Like them.

Of course it hadn’t been always like that, especially having an anti-android partner like Gavin. But in the flow of time, they became something akin “partners in crime” as the human saying went by.

Which didn’t exclude him being an asshole; he still was one, and probably always would be one.

Nonetheless, times changed and so could the hostility.

So she changed too.

Not the updates on her system, not the physical modifications, but herself.

Because “life” was not defined by the laws of nature, never adjusting to any kind of definition. She was a living being. Perhaps not human, but at least alive.

Even with her highly advanced processor, it took her a long time to realize. In her defense, she wasn’t the only highly advanced living being that needed a long time to figure it out.

Connor.

Connor, also a highly advanced prototype; the android sent by Cyberlife to help the Detroit Police Department with cases involving deviant androids.

Lovely brown hair, eyes so full of innocence but at the same time capable of cruelty, his little moles and freckles the sweetest details on him, and the familiar tie around his elegant neck.

When they intertwined their fingers in an act of sensuality and passion, fire ignited. So warm and welcoming, seemingly never going to extinguish.

For a moment, she felt complete, finding incredible comfort in their interfacing, like she became truly his and he truly hers for a moment. The love they held for each other was impactful and meaningful in a way she could never hope to explain. It was unexpected, the passion, desire, and sensuality.

Something she would never trade. He and his love for her became a part of her life, a constant reminder that she could actually feel something, anything at all.

She was alive.

And there truly was nothing more that could make her happier than spending her life with Connor. Now and forever. But in the end, everything had lost it meaning. The meaning of being alive.

You want to know what destroyed it, discarded it like it was just some trash amongst piles of it?

Because of one single order.

A single reminder that they were still machines.

And will never be truly free.

“Dispose of it.”

In the dance of the afterlight caused by the supernova of star-struck lovers,  where one struggled to maintain balance and the other one choose for him; seemingly making it easier for him, but truthfully for her.

It had been a hopeless fight, she knew.

So she made her decision.

His lovely brown hair, no longer as neat as she came to know and love, his eyes held an inner turmoil, clearly fighting against himself, his programming.

She loved and would forever love Connor.

Which is why she had to do this.

“Connor.”

His eyes widened in shock as he heard the voice of his love. She wished to never have seen the eyes she so adored with such a horrid expression.

But it was necessary.

She started to move towards him, faster and faster, as if she was going to attack him. Connor just stood there, completely frozen..

Love was beyond words, an otherworldly beauty.

But instead, she slung her arms around him in a hug.

“Connor, it’s alright.”

Love, love, love. So many definitions, but never quite enough to capture what it meant.

“What-don’t-GET AWAY FROM ME!”

The words fell on deaf audio processors; she only hugged him tighter in response.

“It’s alright Connor. It will be fine, I promise.”

He struggled against his system, fought and fought, but it wasn’t quite enough.

“DO NOT MAKE ME DO THIS, PLEASE ALEXA!” a desperate voice echoing in the world of no glory.

A beautiful dream came to an end in on this roof. The sharp objection was just behind her back, both hands raised in the air to lunge.

“Connor, I-“

Whatever she wanted to say never got the chance to be said because his mission was accomplished.

Her love stabbed the knife through her back, hitting one too important biocomponent.

Freed from the chains his creators built, he held his dying love in his arms. The song of passion and desire failed to lead the machine astray from its creators. It all came down to this showdown.

WARNING: BIOCOMPONENTS DAMAGED, LOSING 310 THIRIUM

“Why did you do this?”

He held her fragile body tightly, afraid to lose her more than he already has.

Connor knew what new emotion he was feeling this time. It was horrific, overbearing and absolutely terrifying.

Heartbreak.

He just couldn’t understand why she sacrificed herself in such manner. Why she would sacrifice her life at all.

The rain mixed with her blue blood, drops falling down heavily on the both of them, and making their hearts heavy, letting it sink to the deepest pit. Silence embraced the tragedy, only the rain really existing in this moment.

There were raindrops dripping from his face, mixing with his own tears, leaking through what shouldn’t be possible.

The world seemed to halt for a moment. A moment which seemed like an eternity. Unfortunately, the life draining in his arms didn’t halt, washing away with the rain.

WARNING: SHUTTING DOWN VISUAL AND AUDIO PROCESSORS.

“Connor?”

She couldn’t see or hear anymore, like she was wrapped in the silent darkness. Alexa could feel pure horror gripping her, feeling how she was slowly dying.

She realized she didn’t want to die. She didn’t want to miss the warmth of her love.

Alexa wasn’t and hadn’t been ready to die, there was so much she still didn’t get to explore and learn about.

WARNING: SYSTEM SHUTDOWN IN 10 SECONDS

“Connor I’m sorry….for being so selfish,” her voice was staticky, a mess of glitches.

“It’s okay…” his response was a mere whisper.

9 SECONDS

“But please…don’t leave me alone.”

“I’m right here, i’m not going to leave..”

8 SECONDS

“I can’t see or hear anything. It’s only dark here.” Her voice rose in panic. She tried to grab anything, something that would sooth her growing fear.

“I’m right here…” he whispered, took hold of her hands and intertwined them one last time.

7 SECONDS

“Connor, Connor I-I can’t see. I-I can’t hear you. P-Please be still here. ”

“I know…I know. I am still here. I won’t leave,” he replied, voice shaking.

6 SECONDS

“I don’t want to be alone, I’m so sorry for lying. Please don’t leave me, I’m not ready to die yet.”

His grip on her tightened, not that she would notice.

5 SECONDS

“I-I don’t want to die, I’m selfish.”

“Yes you are incredibly selfish…”

Incredibly selfish for making this even more painful, for being honest.

4 SECONDS

“I’m so sorry. Please don’t let me go.”

“I’m not letting you go.”

3 SECONDS

“Please…don’t let me die. I’m so sorry.”

“I’m sorry…I’m so sorry…I won’t let you die, so please don’t die on me.”

2 SECONDS

“Connor I- I’ll a-always-”

“Please….say it. One more time.”

1 SECOND

“I lov-v-”

SYSTEM SHUTDOWN

“Alexa…. love?”

And so one more android went offline.

The once white roses were stained blue, the innocence stolen by the harsh and uncompromising world. Icarus drifted endlessly away from the bright sun she loved and fell into the void, a cold bottomless pit.

Connor, I’m sorry.

Please don’t leave me alone here.

It’s so cold without your warmth.

Do not let me go gentle into that good night.

And thus, the flower wilted silently, the result of a virus that truly will never leave us be. Time just continued to tick, uncaring about what it took from us. A fresh breeze of the wind blew away the ashes. The hourglass became a tomb for lost innocence.

The people who forget will someday lose their identity, the people who remember mourn forever.

But they won’t forget.

So shall there be no redemption for this world.

A thunderstorm is approaching.

“I-I felt her dying.”

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Some interesting facts about Hank you might have missed (Detroit: Become Human)

DBH is full of little details that help understand the characters’ background and their motivations, details which can go entirely amiss if the player isn’t paying enough attention to their surroundings. 

You have to play several times over to notice bits and pieces of information scattered everywhere and be able to reconstruct the characters’ background by patiently piecing them together. If you’re thorough enough, you can even uncover whole chunks of the characters’ past which they refuse to talk about (something VERY frequent in Hank’s case…and equally frustrating). 

Here are a few details about the life of Hank Anderson, the lieutenant who is chosen to help Connor with his investigation, along with some interpretations of my own about his mysterious past based on the evidence we find in the game:

[SPOILERS AHEAD. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED]

The park where Hank goes to drink after the Eden Club mission is a playground for children. If you pay attention, you’ll see the place is full of recreational equipments, like a swingset, a toy house and a merry-go-round.  He says the place has a nice view and mentions going there a lot before something happened. This is where he used to bring his son Cole to play before his death.

What hurts most about this scene is how a human notices the photo of Hank’s dead son on his kitchen table, then the fact Hank drove to a playground and immediately associates them both, while an android (Connor) is unable to see the correlation between them. This is why Connor asks before what?. He’s clueless to the overwhelming evidence around him of Hank thinking about his son in that moment and choosing to revisit the playground. 

Hank used to be part of a multi-department unit called the Red Ice Task Force which successfully busted a ring of drug dealers that sold red ice in Detroit. He has a photo of his unit on his desk, and you can even see the notes he left on each of them, where some nicknames were scribbled and associated to each of their faces. Some of them are fond nicknames, others, not so much:

The nicknames (from right to left): 

Prick & Asskisser - the two male policemen in the far right

Nice girl - the smiling policewoman in front of Prick and Asskisser

Asshole - the smiling policeman on the front

Real police - the policewoman in the back, behind Asshole

A good cop - the policeman in the back, right next to her

Hank Anderson

??? - policeman on his left

Not seen since 2019. Owes me some $ - last policeman, in the far left

Hank worked in the Red Ice Task Force two years before the birth of his son Cole. Cole was born in 2029, as seen in the photo below.

Hank also lost his son in 2035, only three years before the events of DBH, as seen in Cole’s picture below.

The reason why Hank feels so disenchanted is because he worked hard to end the traffic of red ice in the city only to lose his son to a doctor who was a drug addict. This made him feel like his work was ultimately worthless and even guiltier about losing his son, since despite his efforts, there was nothing he could do to save him. The day Cole died, he learned he was fighting a losing battle. So he just gave up. On life. On his job as a good police officer. On everything.

Hank plays Russian roulette because deep down, he doesn’t want to die. Something keeps him from offing himself once and for all. He’s afraid of death. Proof of that is how scared he becomes when he is holding for dear life on the ledge right at top of that building during our chase for the deviant Rupert (where you must choose between saving Hank and keep chasing the android). Hank was so scared of the prospect of dying he punches Connor in the face and yells at him due to the android’s refusal to save him. Therefore, Hank might have suicidal tendencies, but he’s not truly suicidal. If he truly wished to die, then all he needed to do was to let go from that ledge or fully load his gun next time he’s at home and shoot himself. And he knows that.

His sense of guilt and helplessness for his son’s death is what makes him so protective of Connor. He’s aware Connor is just an android. And yet prevents him from facing potentially fatal situations. Hank just can’t cope well with death and will project his fatherly feelings for Cole onto Connor. This is why he commits suicide if he witnesses Connor’s death over and over. But this is also the reason why he warms up to Connor throughout the game. He inevitably associates the android with Cole despite himself.

Hank shoots you if he’s hostile after Connor repeats over and over again that he’s just a machine, unable to have real emotions. Hank’s actions have two root causes: 

1) The doctor who was high on red ice was emotionally dysfunctional. He used drugs to cope with his personal problems, a behaviour that seemed normal in Detroit given the socioeconomic hardship the city was going through (thirty percent rate of unemployment). We also see how androids are progressively replacing humans in every line of work. Remember when Hank complained how people are replacing normal relationships with humans for androids (Eden Club mission)? This seems to be a big issue in Detroit. Along with the huge unemployment rate, it indicates a depersonalisation of human interaction. That is to say, a tendency for humans to avoid contact with each other and replace real interaction either with an android or with drug abuse, something which Hank not only disapproves, but finds disturbing.

2) In the very first scene of the game, we see the mother despair when she learns they sent an android instead of a real human to save her daughter. Hank’s son didn’t survive because an android was sent to save him. Or at least that’s how Hank sees it. Much like that mother, he believes Cole would be alive if a human doctor had been there for Cole, another consequence of the ongoing depersonalisation process, as Hank sees it. 

This is why it’s so important for Connor to restore Hank’s faith in the possibility of there still being real human interaction left in this world. Of there being people who CARE about something. And if Connor fails to do so, repeatedly telling Hank he’s just a machine, this will trigger Hank to the point he’ll relive the day - or night - his son died because the hospital assigned a machine, something less than a human - an android - to save his son. Hank feels wronged, betrayed by mankind, by the very people he swore to protect as a police officer. Despite his efforts to save the city, they let him down. The fact that nobody cared enough to save Cole is what killed him inside and later triggered his suicidal tendencies. Human indifference took away the most important thing in his life.

Thoughout the game, Hank is watching you, trying to figure out what sort of person Connor is. This is why he questions your decisions after every mission. Remember his dialog with Connor where he asks why didn’t he shoot Chloe at Kamski’s place? That’s when he begins to wonder if androids aren’t more than just programmed machines and capable of free will…and even empathy.

Unless Connor’s actions succeed in restoring Hank’s hope in humanity, he sees no light at the end of the tunnel. And what could give a disillusioned, mourning father more hope than an android being able to feel and empathise with both humans and androids, to the point he rebels against his program and spares his targets, regardless of his mission?

There might be more on Hank, so this post will be edited in the future as I notice more details with each gameplay. 

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Connor (RK800) Kissing Headcanons.

A/N: Listen, I have some THOUGHTS on Deviant Connor giving/receiving affection. So here are some ideas as to what sort of kisses he and you might share! Kinda just testing the waters so let me know if you want more. Reblogs and likes are much appreciated, thank you for reading! -Em.

First kiss(es).

The first time you ever kissed his cheek left him shocked, but, he could feel something flutter as if he had a heart and it was able to do so. You had just witnessed Gavin treating Connor poorly and as the detective leaves the room, you walk in and give Connor a small smile. He’s unable to reciprocate at the moment, he’s still baffled that Gavin was still so unable to accept him. “He’s always been a dick.” You laugh slightly, lifting your hands up to straight Connor’s tie for Gavin had grasped him by the collar and threatened him for what seemed like the tenth time in the last hour. “And I’m pretty sure he always will be, so don’t sweat it.” He’s finally able to crack a smile, though it’s nothing more than his lips tilting upwards at the corners. That always makes you swoon though, and this time was no different.

“It’s not about you, I mean it is, but Gavin is… Gavin so don’t overthink why he doesn’t like you. He doesn’t like anyone. Humans and androids alike.” Absentmindedly, you rock forward on your tippy toes and plant a rather wet and unexpected kiss onto his cheek as another form of reassurance. The air goes suspiciously still around the two of you as you had realized you’d never kissed him, let alone his cheek before.

 His eyebrows raise out of surprise. He had not expected that at all. The extent of your relationship this far had been hand holding, stolen glances and a growth of dependency as he enjoyed being close to you at all times to study your behavior and learn more about you. You sputter slightly, pulling away and laughing rather nervously. Connor takes note of it, watching you utter as you left the room, something about seeing him later. He stands there for a few seconds, lips parted as he was about to ask you a question but you ran out before he had the chance. In a slight daze, Connor lifts his hand and pressed it to where you had kissed. He’d never felt that before. The heat against his rather chilled skin, the wetness of your lips that seemed to burn into his very core, the sense that you were leaning against him. There was a sudden fluttering in his chest as if he had a heart that was able to do that and he’s still staring at the door that you had walked out of, tempted for a split second to chase after you and ask you to do it again. He’s stuck wondering. 

Your first actual kiss comes as a surprise, but perhaps in the best way possible.

Connor had been over-processing the cheek kiss now for a week. He’d find himself lifting his hand and pressing it to where you kissed more often than not; it felt like it was becoming a habit. He had taken notice that your heart-rate elevated when you looked at him, which, he did notice before but now he was intentionally making sure he knew that you were flustered around him. He’d had barely just grasped the concept of being flustered, but, he was getting there. It was described to him as ‘having butterflies in your stomach’ which he understood fully. He knew at this point that he wanted to kiss you. He wanted the feeling of pressure against his lips, your hands against his chest as you reciprocated. There was contemplation in his actions. While he wanted it, he was scared that you didn’t. 

You’re sitting in your living room, your TV on and loud enough to give you some background noise as you scroll through the news on your phone. Connor is sitting next to you, more comfortable than he was when you first met him. His legs were crossed, his body less stiff and more relaxed, imitating human actions perfectly. Had it not been for the LED on the right side of his head beaming a beautiful sky blue, he’d pass for a human. He’s wearing pajamas that you had given him a few weeks back and while you knew he didn’t need sleep, you wanted to give him them for the sake of comfort. He did admit to you that the fabric felt soothing and he did enjoy them.  He’s close enough that he could feel your body heat, he could read what was on your phone if he wanted to pry(which, he didn’t). His movement is uncertain at first as he shifted closer, but there was no hesitation as an arm is wrapped around your shoulders, captivating your attention and ultimately pulling you to him.

You chuckle quietly, clicking your phone off and looking up at Connor with happiness swirling in your eyes. At times like this, when it was just the two of you there was an unspoken sense of tenderness that you wouldn’t trade for the world. Raising your hand, you lightly let your fingers run through his dark hair, brushing and tangling it. It was soft between your fingers and you felt like brushing it all day. “You know, it’s getting late, I should probably head to bed.” It was late, Connor saw the time on the analog clock sitting on the side table next to the couch. He grasps your wrist before you have the opportunity to rest your hand down from his hair. He’s taking a rather large leap of faith, feeling your pulse race, seeing the sudden redness on your cheeks as your eyes dark to his lips and then back to his eyes.

Before you know what was happening, Connor had dived in and given you a kiss. Sitting there for a moment completely still with your eyes wide open, you come to realization of what was happening. Connor drops his hand while you leave yours lifted in his hair. His lips felt ultra-smooth, left with no room for imperfections for that’s how he was modeled. They held the smallest bit of warmth, enough to coax you further into his arms, your free hand now resting on his chest. You pulled away to breathe which now seemed too impossible. That had taken your breath away and left you rather speechless. 

“I’m sorry, I hadn’t meant to scare you. I’ve been meaning to do that for a while now, I just never could find the right time. Even now, I don’t suppose it’s ideal. It could have been much more romantic-” “Connor.” “Yes, (Name)?” “Kiss me again.”

Angel kisses.

While Connor doesn’t need sleep, he does enjoy spending the night with you. There’s something ideal about laying in bed with you, talking about nothing until you inevitably fall asleep. (Sometimes he does have to carry you from the couch to your bed for you like to doze off in the middle of movies).

There are early mornings when he just… Looks at you and takes in the details of your face. He wonders what you could be dreaming about; what dreaming felt like. Maybe, he’d ask you when you woke up. 

As you begin to stir awake, he’ll sit up ever so slightly so he could press a kiss to your forehead, letting his lips linger there for a split second so he could enjoy your natural heat before sliding down and kissing your eyelids lightly and whisper a small, ‘Good morning.’

Hand Kisses. 

Will kiss the back of your hand when he first sees you for the first time in a while. You ask him why he does, and he replies with a small smile and a confused sounding, “I’ve seen it in a few films that Hank had stashed away. I found them and watched them. Is it not normal?”

The late nights in bed when you’re tracing his face, he’ll always kiss your fingertips when you brush them against his lips. Bonus points if he intentionally sticks his tongue out to lick your fingers while you do so.

Connor kissing your palm whenever you cradle his face. This works vice versa, and when he does put out and hold your face in his hands, you tilt your head to the side and kiss his palm.

Nose kisses.

More of a kiss that you give to Connor. Whether it’s out of the blue or intentional, he’s found himself to be quite fond of you leaning forward and giving his nose a small peck, which almost always leads to the dark haired android to chase after you for an actual kiss. He’s referred to you as being a ‘tease’ when you use this kiss because it is so close to an actual lip-locking, something he craves more and more.

Forehead/hairline kisses.

Connor loves these. He loves to give them and he loves to receive them. When he pulls you into a hug, something intimate on its own, he likes to press his lips to your hairline and lets them linger there for a while. His LED will light up and turn yellow as he remembers how you smell, how you feel and rightfully documents the moment.

Leaning your forehead against his while you lay side by side. You’re taking in the details of his face. A few spots of freckles that were on his cheeks, some on the bridge of his nose. His eyes are shut, eyelashes brushing against the top of his cheekbones as you pull away enough to give his forehead a small kiss. Connor feels at peace. He feels wanted, he feels like he finally knows where everything led to. It led to you.

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More Connor:

Relationship headcanons.

More Relationship Headcanons.

Elevated. (Oneshot).

Coin. (oneshot/headcanon).

Empathy(headcanon)

Headcanon.

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Gavin: Rules are made to be broken

Nines: No. Nothing is made to be broken

Connor: Pinatas

Hank: My will to live

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to be human: [ch. 1. the crime scene]

playlist - ch. 2 \ ch. 3 \ ch. 4 \ ch. 5 \ ch. 6 \ ch. 7 \ ch. 8

[ being a DCPD detective, your job was relatively normal - that is until androids came along, more specifically, RK800 ]

pairing ⟶ connor x reader

fandom ⟶ detroit: become human

warnings/a.n. ⟶ [no warnings] ; waddup, this is my first connor fic and probably the first fic i’ve written in a while so i apologize if the writing is kinda off. but nonetheless i hope you enjoy it! feel free to leave feedback!

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“Detective, sorry for the short notice,”

Closing the car door, you peered up at the familiar detective in front of you. You nodded in response, “No problem, Collins, if anything I’m more than lucky to have actually been called. I’m surprised the department hasn’t replaced me with some high-tech android yet,”

The man chuckled beside you as the two of you made your way to the crime scene, “With your expertise, I doubt you’ve gotta worry about any android filling your place,”

You raised a brow, but took the compliment nonetheless. The expertise Collins had referred to was what’d made you stand out against your colleagues. You’d been employed on an apprenticeship during your time in college, developing skills in both forensic psychology and science.

After graduating, your honed superior analytical and deduction skills had named you the youngest person to attain the position of a detective in Detroit, let alone one of the many youngest in the country.

“What do we have so far?” you asked upon stepping into the large home. You watched as officers photographed pools and streaks of blood throughout the rooms as others placed yellow, numbered markers next to evidence.

“Stan Harris, mid-60’s, butler came in and found him dead. And by the looks of it, we’re declaring homicide.” Your eyes fell onto the deceased body of a man in the middle of the living room. You kneeled down next to him, observing the gunshot wounds on him. Looking around the room for a moment, your eyes landed on the wall opposite of the body. Your brows creased in confusion as you looked up at the officer beside you.

Collins turned towards the door, glancing down at you, “Hold that thought,” he spoke. You looked over your shoulder to see the one and only Lieutenant Hank Anderson. The two of you were moderately close, you’d worked on a few cases together and occasionally took both of your dogs, Sumo and Cleo, to the park when Hank was moderately sober by social standards.

You squinted at the sight of an android trailing behind him as the officers walked over, the thought of you having had spoken too soon about being replaced becoming a possibility. Sitting up, you offered Hank a smile, “Nice of you to join us,” you nudged him, a hint of sarcasm in your voice. He rolled his eyes but chuckled nonetheless, “Yeah, I would’ve stayed glued to the bar if not for this fuckin’ piece of plastic,” he grimaced, looking over to the android now at his side.

You locked eyes with the android, introducing yourself as you held out your hand. Your eyes trailed over the seemingly unflawed structure of his face, the blinking LED on his temple glowing a bright blue hue. His hand met yours, unexpectedly softer and warmer than you’d assumed. “Nice to meet you detective. I’m Connor, the android sent by Cyberlife to assist on android related cases,”

Nodding, you glanced over at Hank, “He’s your partner?” you asked, motioning to Connor. Hank crossed his arms, “Unfortunately,” he hummed. You turned back to Connor, haphazardly expecting the android to respond to the jab from the older man. You chuckled, “In all fairness, you can be pretty obnoxious too, Anderson,”

“Oh, is that so?” Hank responded with a smirk.

“Alright, kids – let’s focus on the dead guy in the room right now and insults later,” Collins called out before stepping away.

Connor watched as you raised a brow at Hank teasingly before turning back to the body, kneeling in front of it. You looked over your shoulder, locking eyes with the android once again, “Come take a look at this,”

Obliging, Connor kneeled next to you beside the body. “Okay,” you sighed, “what do you make of it?”

The LED on his temple flashed momentarily as he processed the evidence in front of him. “Stan Harris, shot eleven times with a .38 caliber pistol, from the looks of most of the evidence it seems like voluntary manslaughter,”

Hank leaned against the wall, looking between the two of you as you deducted the evidence.

You nodded slowly, “Well, Connor,” you began, reaching to pull the man’s shirt up, exposing the gunshot wounds. “.38 caliber bullet wounds tend to leave distinctly different entry and exit wounds. Entries are smaller, exits are larger by around an inch,”

“Correct,”

You stood up, Connor following in suit as you walked over to the wall that had caught your eye earlier. “You said he was shot eleven times?” you asked, earning a nod from him. You ran your fingers over the large bullet holes in the wall, “There’s a count of seven bullet holes in the wall and casings scattered on the ground,”

Connor’s brows creased for a moment as he turned back towards the body, beginning to analyze the scene. You walked over to Hank as you waited for Connor, “Well, you’ve done it Sherlock Holmes, outsmarted a fuckin’ android,”

You grinned, “I got a head start, is all,”

Hank looked at you for a moment, before scoffing. “Come on, Hank. He seems nice,”

“It. It seems nice,” he bit back.

You stared at him, “What’s the problem you and the rest of the world have with these androids?”

“Jesus, kid. Don’t you watch the news?”

You slumped against the wall, watching as Connor walked back and forth from room to room. You yourself had no problem with androids, at least not as much as those willing to protest and dismember androids in the streets. It was obvious the world was nowhere near ready for the changes androids were bringing, the most prominent being both the loss of jobs and fear of being overpowered.

Obviously, both were extremely rational, as there was always a thought in the back of your head that left you wondering if these androids had more life and ability to decide than they were dealt with.

“Detective, I think I understand what happened,” Connor spoke as he approached you. You gave Hank a final glance before making your way to Connor’s side.

“The body was tampered with before first responders arrived,” he began as he led you throughout the home.

“Yeah, I’m assuming the butler had something to do with that,” you noted.

Connor opened the bedroom door, “It wasn’t only the body, most of the evidence throughout the home has been manipulated,” he walked over to the bed, moving the sheets.

“The victim was attacked while asleep, but there don’t appear to be any casings or bullet holes” you took note of the small pool of blood in the bed, following it’s trail back into the hall.

“He was shot, here,” your feet landed in front of the evidence marker next to the bullet casing.

“And then three times at the end of the hall before turning into the living room,” Connor added as the two of you retraced your steps.

“Jesus, he put up a fight,” you mumbled to yourself, following the trail back to the body.

Stopping at the foot of the corpse, you stared at it for a moment. “Help me flip him over,”

Connor kneeled beside you as you both pushed the body. The two of you evaluated the body, before your eyes landed on the man’s chest.

“He was stabbed,” Connor spoke, pulling the collar of the man’s shirt down to reveal multiple stab wounds.

Your thoughts were jumbled, picking and throwing out various scenarios as you stared at the body. “So what are we thinkin’ here? The butler?” Hank asked, moving from his position on the wall. Both you and Connor nodded, “Yeah, we’ve gotta question it,” you noted as you stood up.

“Is it in custody?” Connor asked, looking up at you.

You sighed, “They found an android on the sight of a crime scene, they for sure have it in custody,”

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“So, explain to me what happened last night,” Hank’s voice rang out from the opposite side of the glass. The android, better known as AX900, sat across from him. You watched as it diverted it’s eyes momentarily, “I… I had came home from picking up a delivery for Mr. Harris. And when I arrived… I found him dead.”

Hank studied AX900 for a moment, “Right,” he hummed, “Around what time did you come home?”

“… I’m not exactly sure, maybe around nine o’clock,” the android responded.

The older man sighed, “Mr. Harris’ death was called at approximately 10:17p.m.”

Silence filled the room, the android stammered, attempting to form a response, “Did you kill Mr. Harris?” a doubtful tone filled Hank’s voice.

“No, no I didn’t–!”

“Bullshit. Cut to the chase, what did you do?” Hank yelled, slamming his hand onto the table.

The sound of Connor sighing sounded from beside you, “If he causes the android to self destruct we’ll get no information out of this,”

You looked over at him, watching as he crossed his arms, “They can self destruct?”

“If androids pass optimal stress they can reach a point where they destroy themselves,” he spoke as he returned your glance. You nodded, looking back through the glass as Hank’s yelling grew louder and louder.

Conner’s gaze lingered on you for a moment. Although he was sure you’d put no thought behind it, it struck him as odd to not receive the cold shoulder from you during the investigation. Most humans had the tendency to treat androids with little to no regard, it’d become the standard for

Connor to not even become concerned when being belittled or scorned by those surrounding him, partners and superiors alike. Which made it all if not confusing when treated otherwise.

The sound of the door slamming open snapped him from his thoughts, “I’m gettin’ nothing,” Hank exhaled as he sat in the chair next to you.

“Would you like me to probe it’s memory?” Connor asked.

“Jesus, fuck no. The last one smashed it’s head in last time you did that,”

You frowned, but figured it was better off to leave your concerns to yourself. Pushing yourself out of the chair, you made your way to the door. “You’re gonna talk to it?” Hank asked, looking up at you.

“Well, we need this thing alive. So screaming at it or probing it until it self destructs isn’t our best bet,”

“And what is?”

You paused, looking between Connor and Hank, “I think I’ve got an idea,”

Making your way into the interrogation room, you sat across from the android. You leaned forward on the table, “Do you have a name?”

Keeping its eyes glued on the table between the two of you, it whispered, “Ethan,”

Nodding, you picked up the manila folder on the table, pulling out the pictures of Mr. Harris’ body and placing them between both you and the android. “You said you didn’t kill him,” you stated.

“I didn’t,” it pressed.

You nodded once again, “I know, I believe you, Ethan,” you spoke reassuringly. “But I know if you didn’t kill him, you know who or what did,”

The android’s eyes drifted from its spot on the table, slowly meeting your gaze. It didn’t speak.

“Tell me, Ethan,”

He shook his head frantically, “No, no I can’t-”

“Yes you can,” you pressed. Ethan peered into your eyes, “They’ll kill me, all of us,”

“Who?”

The android motioned toward the glass across the room, “The humans,”

A heavy feeling filled your chest, a sympathetic look crossing your features as you glanced at the glass. Even after being deemed Detroit’s own Sherlock Holmes, you still failed to hold a poker face in response to emotions. You took a deep breath, your shoulders raising significantly, “I’m sorry. I am. I wish I could help you, but I can’t,” you admitted.

Ethan stared at you, the LED on his temple flashing a rapid red hue, “You’re not like the rest of them. Help us,” he begged.

Immediately, you shook your head, transitioning back to the topic at hand. “Ethan, we need to know why an innocent man was killed in his home last night-”

“He wasn’t innocent,” he rebutted, a pleading look in his eyes, “He tortured us, killed and broke us,”

You blinked slowly, “What do you mean?”

“Stan Harris was a protester. He hated androids, so he took it upon himself to steal and kill us, too many of us. He–” the android paused, a pained expression filling his face as he shook his head.

“He tied one of us to the back of his car, a kid. For his own kind of, sick entertainment,” he spat.  

“Other’s found out, and decided to kill him. I let them into the house. I stabbed him, and then they shot and killed him.”

You took a deep breath, meeting Ethan’s eyes a final time before standing up to leave. “You know this isn’t right,” he called out, stopping you in your tracks. “You’re not like the rest of them. Do something.”

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New story?

I’ve been sitting on this idea for a story for a long while now (based off an incomplete rp from ages ago) but I’ve been having a mental tug of war on how I want to go about writing it. I have this detail that I want to implement, but I feel like a lot of people won’t give the story a chance if I do. On the other hand, this is meant to be fun, and I should write it however I want. After thinking about it for some time, I think I’m just gonna go with what I wanna do. No one is being forced to read it, and I should be enjoying myself, otherwise what’s the point? Writing is not supposed to be a chore as long as you enjoy doing it.

I won’t say much about it now, but for anyone who’s curious, it’s a crossover of DBH and VA-11 Hall-A (aka Valhalla). I don’t know how many people are familiar with Valhalla, but it’s basically a visual novel type of game set in a cyberpunk setting, in a bar called Valhalla. There’s not much gameplay involved besides making drinks, but there’s a lot of talking about life, relationships, conspiracies, and whatnot- you get the idea. It’s more interesting than I make it sound, trust me! Anyway, the theme/setting would be largely of Valhalla (the game, not just the bar), and the characters would be of DBH and you, the reader!

Hopefully some of you are curious enough to take a look when I get to writing it. I’d really appreciate it if you gave it a chance💙

P.S. I also have a bunch of DBH one-shots I need to write.

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Pick-Up Lines

Summary: "Don’t go getting any funny ideas,“ You said quietly as you adjusted, tossing a leg over his hips and nuzzling your nose into his neck. “just ‘cause you’re in my bed doesn’t mean you’re gonna get into my pants.”

“Y/N you’re not wearing any pants.”

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Warnings: Mild swearing

Word count: 1600

A/N: No one asked for this but ya’ll’re getting it anyways

You’d think Connor would’ve gotten used to working with difficult people, what with Gavin being an asshole and Hank completely closed off to him in the beginning. His difficulty wasn’t limited to just those two either, being an android in post-revolution Detroit made plenty of humans wary of his character.

But he’d never had to work with someone so flirty.

And frankly, he didn’t know how to react. Regardless of his endless supply of information, every wise-crack and flirty response and cold rejection refused to process when you glanced up at him with that mischievously proud smirk you got before you opened your mouth for another comment.

In your defense, he made it incredibly easy, what with his cute face and all the little things he did that honestly begged for you to comment on. Besides, the way he looked like he was gonna short-circuit after a particularly lewd comment was worth the strained side-eye you’d get from Hank if he overheard you.

Connor believed that the real problem wasn’t that you were flirting with him, probably solely for the fun of it (which he’d admit was a disappointing thought now that he understood what disappointment felt like), but that he wanted to flirt back. And even worse, he couldn’t. It was an emotion he hadn’t quite figured out yet, somewhere between anxiety, nervousness and embarrassment that made his throat feel closed off (it was, technically, because he didn’t have a trachea, but that was besides the point). He was desperate to change that though, and thankfully you gave him lots of opportunities.

“Hey hot stuff, what’s new?” You hopped up on his desk, sitting right in front of him with a shit-eating grin on your lips. He wasn’t sure if he hated or loved the way his processors whirred whenever he saw that smirk, the closest his synthetic body would get to a rush of adrenaline.

“Hello Y/N, you must be tired this morning.” You raised an eyebrow in his direction, waiting for him to explain himself.

“Seeing as how you were running through my thoughts all night.” Is what he was supposed to say, before he got too distracted by the way you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. He was aware that this was a dumb thing to get distracted by, even flustered over, but he had suddenly imagined how soft your touch would be. How completely welcoming and sweet your fingers would feel running through his hair or over his jaw, crawling over his collarbones. He felt like the wires connecting his audio box and his processor had disconnected, and he closed his mouth to stop himself from muttering something entirely stupid.

“I noticed that you were here late, the timestamp on your last report was well past 2 am.”

“Ah, yeah I could use another cup of coffee.” You leaned back on your palms a bit, probably mentally preparing yourself to get up and make one. Connor often had to do the same thing, since Gavin’s desk was right by the coffee machine.

“Would you like me to get one for you?” He would, however, brave the walk for you. And the small look of surprise on your face when he offered was worth any insult Reed could throw at him.

“If you did I’d only be able to repay you with a kiss.” He could only hope you would.

“I’m sorry, that’s not a currency I’m experienced with.” He meant it half as a joke, but he was still getting used to making those. You smirked again and Connor swore he would be breathless if his functions permitted it.

“Anytime you want some practice, sweetheart, I’m all yours.” He attempted to hide his flashing red LED by stepping out of his chair and heading towards the lounge, fighting back images and the simulated feeling of your lips clashing with his.

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“Hey Connor do you have a map?” You walked up from behind him, doing a quick turn and stopping in front of him, same glint in your eye.

“I have every map downloaded on the internet, where’s it for?” He asked almost suspiciously, wondering if you were about to flirt with him or if that look extended to more than that.

“For here, I just got so lost in your eyes I can’t find my way around anymore. Then again,” You ran your finger under his chin, savouring the flicker in his LED as you did so. “now that I’ve found you I don’t think I want anything else.”

Connor almost felt light headed, how that was possible he had no answer, but it must’ve been because that’s what was happening.

“I- oh.” Was all he managed to get out, knowing if he could blush he would be. You just sounded so… Genuine, it threw him off. Your little giggle didn’t help either.

“I actually am late for a debriefing though, so I’ll catch you later sweetcheeks.” You shined an earth-shattering smile, bounced up on your tiptoes to plant a kiss painfully close to his lips, then sped off to Fowler’s office.

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“Jesus Connor, it’s like 6 in the morning what the hell are you doing here?” You groan tiredly, holding yourself up with your front door as you open it to the android.

“I was sent a report and Hank refused to come with me to investigate, telling me to come recruit you instead.” He folded his hands behind his back and tried to ignore the fact that you were only wearing a t-shirt and underwear, and how adorably messy your hair was.

And how cute you looked trying to rub the sleep from your eyes.

And how his thirium pump seemed to kick into overdrive, and his usual objective (previously ‘Convince Y/N to investigate the scene’) jumped between 'Flirt’, 'Kiss’, and 'Look away’. He had noticed since becoming deviant that giving yourself orders was much more confusing than when he accepted the ones Cyberlife gave him. Sometimes he missed it, the easy answers, the doubtless actions.

“Well come in I guess,” You offered, padding away from him and the open door and walking back into your room. “You know, I imagined the first time I had you in my bedroom would be under very different circumstances.”

He was, in fact, trying to avoid those exact thoughts.

“Well, maybe next time.” You joked to yourself, without the usual conviction because you were still more than half asleep. Connor watched you look over to your closet, like you were considering grabbing a change of clothes and getting ready for the day.

And then he watched you take a step towards your bed and crawl back in it, like he wasn’t even there. Like you hadn’t heard him talk about a new case, like you hadn’t literally just said you wanted to sleep with him. How could you say something that worked him up so much without even being awake yet? How was it so effortless, so natural for you?

“Y/N?” He stepped slowly over to the bed and heard you make a small hum in response. You had curled up to a pillow and Connor was fighting a sense of envy over it.

“Do you not want to go to the crime scene?” It’s not what he really wanted to ask but he supposed it was a better idea to ask this instead of questioning your feelings toward him.

“I just need a little nap, you’re free to join me.” Your arm felt heavy but you lifted it anyways, welcoming him into your bed like you would invite someone in for a hug, but he continued to stand and watch you curiously, cautiously.

“As an android I don’t need sleep.” He noticed the little frown on your lips and felt something inside him collapse.

“Then come cuddle, you can wake me up in 5.” He let you wrap your fingers around his wrist and tug lightly until he lay down beside you. He wasn’t sure how good of an idea this was, but god he wanted it so bad, how could he say no to you?

“Don’t go getting any funny ideas,” You said quietly as you adjusted, tossing a leg over his hips and nuzzling your nose into his neck. “just 'cause you’re in my bed doesn’t mean you’re gonna get into my pants.”

“Y/N you’re not wearing any pants.” He couldn’t help himself from teasing you a little, even if you were too tired to appreciate it.

“Exactly.” Connor wished there was a way he could say “?????” but it didn’t translate well into audio, so he stayed silent. It didn’t take very long for him to register your soft breaths against his collarbone and confirm you were asleep, but he was faced with the problem of finding a less awkward position for himself, pinned to the bed by your limbs.

And since you were asleep, he let his guard down a little and did something he wouldn’t dream of doing with you conscious; he placed a light kiss on the top of your head and wrapped his arms around you, tracing little patterns into your back to entertain himself.

“Hey Y/N?” He said softly, more tenderly than you’d ever heard him before. If you were even slightly awake it might’ve even made you swoon.

“Yeah?” You whispered into him and he swore he felt the words crawl up his synthetic skin with a shiver.

“I hope you like the feel of my jacket, it’s made of boyfriend material.”

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when cyberlife sends hank a new connor

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painting connor for eternity is my curse

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Thanks! <3

So I’m pleasantly surprised that people actually liked the dbh thing that I wrote. Thank you! Seriously I wasn’t entirely satisfied with how it turned out but I’m glad & appreciate that people liked it! I do intend to write more, idk if I’ll post it all on Tumblr but I do have an ao3 account where I will more likely eventually add stuff. I’m not the fastest writer but I will work on stuff on and off so long as the motivation stays (I am currently working on other things that I will hopefully get around to finishing sometime soon lol)

Also I’m sorry for the lack of “keep reading” tag/thing, I am bad at Tumblr and still don’t know what I’m doing xD

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PROMPTS REQUESTS // for @thirium-bae​

Is that my shirt? & Will you marry me?

pairing: connor x female reader words count: 2,1k+ a/n: hope you enjoy, babe! - credit -

The bright morning light filled the bedroom as your lover drew the curtains open. You groaned and flipped to the other side, pressing your pillow on your head to block the rays of the sun.

“Wake up, love.” You answered with another groan. You threw your pillow farther on the bed, and your eyes landed on Connor standing in front of the mirror, fixing his tie. His pristine white shirt hugged his form perfectly, all you wanted to do was to tear that shirt open and bring him into bed with you. But alas, he had to go to work, and you’d have to join him soon after.

A soft smile spread on your lips as you watched him slip his arms into his jacket, His hand went to his hair, making sure no rogue strand stuck out. He caught you staring, a smirk forming on his lips as he made his way towards the bed. He leaned over you, one of his hands beside your head to support his weight while the other found the soft flesh of your hip beneath the dress shirt you wore. His brows knitted together as he eyed the garment.

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Random dbh drabble

Tbh I didn’t expect this to be the first ficlet I’d post but here we are. Might rewrite this at another time. I was considering having this be as part of a bigger story. So… spoiler kinda? Or preview. Whatever lol

Fandom: Detroit: Become Human

Pairing: Connor x reader

Have fun with the angst (and some fluff at the end)

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“No!” you shouted, anger consuming you. “I created you as a being of logic and reason, without emotion to cloud your judgement! Why would you say that?!”

This was definitely not the reaction he expected to receive from you. He thought you would be happy. He thought you would smile and embrace him, like in the movies he had researched when trying to understand how to go about confessing to you.

He thought you loved him too.

To see you like this, any affection you may have held for him gone from your eyes only to be replaced by fury, shattered his newly freed heart. Why? Why did it go this way? He should’ve expected this. You were not one for operating on emotions, the times you displayed any few and far between. But it was those moments that he treasured, besides the admiration he held for you because of your intelligence and dedication to your work.

“I can’t believe… how could this have happened? I was so careful… how could you deviate?” You spoke mostly to yourself, hand running through your hair as you paced back and forth. Your steps echoed loudly in your lab from the angry force you put behind them. Eventually you stopped in front of him, your (e/c) eyes meeting his deep, now gentle and hurt brown ones. “Why would you say that?” you whispered, desperation clinging to your words.

“I thought that… you felt the same,” Connor replied quietly, eyes moving to the floor as though he was ashamed. And maybe he was. Maybe he did feel ashamed for deviating, for failing you.

“You’re not supposed to feel anything!” you snapped, the word like a curse leaving your lips. It hurt. It hurt so much. The pain wasn’t just Connor’s- you shared it with him. Part of you wanted to let go, just tear down the mental barriers of denial and shame you put in place to block whatever “feelings” you had towards him, thinking that one day, they would fade away, or if not, you would figure out how to kill them yourself.

You shouldn’t have made him so human. You thought that his awkwardness and formality would’ve been enough to separate him from other people, make him stand out enough so you knew everything about him was false. You only had yourself to blame for this. You couldn’t speak, your voice momentarily quieted by the constricting of your throat as you tried to hold back the tears that threatened to spill. Instead, your eyes only displayed a watery sheen while you barely maintained an angry facade. He was no fool of course. He could see how you ached too, although he wasn’t sure if it was from his confession or… or something else. Something he would have hoped for had it not been causing you so much distress. Oh, how he longed to reach out and touch you, tell you everything would be alright, and he did catch himself reaching out a hand, only to immediately bring it back down to his side.

You covered your eyes now, hiding them as you choked out, “Everything was p-perfect… My work, it couldn’t… have any flaws… I-I was careful, so careful… and now I know it’s all ruined…” You let your hands fall away to your sides, a pair of rogue tears sliding down each cheek. “Y-you ruined everything. Everything!” You took a moment to breathe, then shook your head. “N-no… it was me… I made the mistake… I screwed up the only thing I…” Choking back a sob, you looked into his eyes, brown orbs having fallen deeper into despair, his body shaking slightly as he tried to figure out what to do, how to fix this. “My work is all I have!” you practically screamed in his face, finally breaking down and hiding your face in your hands in a pathetic attempt to shield your tears from view.

He didn’t care anymore. He stepped forward and pulled you into his arms, gently pressing your head against his chest. “You have me too,” he murmured to you, softly stroking your hair. He wasn’t sure you heard him, and simply held your shuddering, sobbing form against him. You could be angry at him, you could hate him all you wanted, but for now, he wouldn’t let go until you were alright again. And though the thought filled his deviant heart with anguish, he would let himself be deactivated if that would make things better.

You kept on crying for a few more minutes before finally finding the strength to look up at him. You shouldn’t be allowing this. This is wrong. No, he shouldn’t be allowed to hold you like this, speak comforting words, doing these things as though he actually cared. Yet, it felt right. You should be feeling disgust and anger, but instead your tired, injured heart welcomed this.

How long were you going to keep lying to yourself? How long would you hope and deny those feelings away? You knew- and you were sure he did too- that the love you felt was real. No amount of crossing your fingers and distracting yourself with projects would make it go away. “Connor, I’m… so… I’m so…” You couldn’t make the word leave your mouth, but you didn’t have to. He kissed the top of your head and said, “It’s okay. I understand.” You nuzzled your face into his chest, shaking your head before looking up again. “N-no, you don’t understand. For being a human, I’m so bad at it. Emotions are… difficult. And scary. I’m scared. I think that’s why I keep hiding. I don’t know how to deal with this. My projects are all I’ve ever known. They make sense, they’re clear as day. But this is different.” Your eyes closed and you pressed against him more. He hugged you tighter. “I don’t know how to figure it out.” One hand stayed pressed against your lower back while the other rose to cup your cheek, before slowly sliding down until his fingers were under your chin, gently lifting up your face to look at him. Your eyes slowly opened to meet his serene expression, finally relaxed now that you were calm.

“If you’ll let me,” he said, hand sliding back to cup your cheek, “we could figure it out together.” You finally let one of your rare smiles show. “I’d like that.” Your head rested against him again. “Hey Connor?”

“Hm?”

“I love you.”

A smile graced his features.

“I love you too.”

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And so it was

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HANK: But are you afraid to die, Connor?