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nothinggathers · 1 year ago

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For the ask game 12, 16, 24

(I completely forgot who all I asked so sorry if this is my second ask)

It wasn't your second , but oh, boy, you asked for it...

12. Unpopular character you actually like and why more people should like them

You know, I don't actually know for this one. Mostly because I don't really know who the unpopular characters are. North is an easy answer, because she's hated, but she's hated because of the way she was written, and she was written by a stupid white dude that likes to sexually abuse female characters in his work and then have them cleansed through relationships with the male hero. But this isn't supposed to be about why DC should have been smacked over the head with a hardback copy of his three hundred thousand word script. And North has quite the ardent defence squad, and honestly, the fact they can pick a salvageable, likeable character out of the mess this script made her is awesome, and good for them.

When it comes to characters that I think the game wanted us to like that a lot of the fandom, justifiably, doesn't, I think I'd choose Carl. I kind of like Carl. I don't think the game wanted you to examine his relationship with Leo too closely, and they clearly wanted you to view Carl as Markus' father figure, including having Markus breakdown and call him Dad. And of course, it's a DC game, so all of that is handled with the nuance and subtlety of a railgun. But the thing I like about Carl is that he's trying. He knows he fucked up with Leo, and I think he took Markus as a chance to try and do better, and yeah, Markus was absolutely trapped in that gilded cage and required to take orders he may not have agreed with right up until he deviated, but Carl is one of the few humans that is not a total piece of shit to his android. I think more of us would probably be like Carl if realistically humanoid androids became commonplace. We'd get attached, and we'd treat them like members of the family, and we'd make mistakes and do shit that's insensitive in hindsight, and I think most of the humans in the game should have been more like Carl rather than the humans we see. Where the next closest thing we see to a human being decent to an android is Hank, and I adore Hank but hoo boy. I mean Hank gets there quickly (a week! a week! he goes from "If I had my way I'd toss the lot of you in a dumpster and set a match to it" to "So if I don't potentially aid and abet something I'm starting to think might be a genocide then you personally are going to be killed? Aight, lemme just end my career and punch this FBI dude in the face" IN A WEEK) but he sure doesn't start out as pleasantly supportive as Carl does.

So yeah, Carl. I think Carl is how most of us would be. His ownership doesn't come from a place of malice, but one of ignorance, and he's willing to learn.

Of course his proselytizing can get in the bin, but, again, DC, railgun, hardback copy of his own script until he stops twitching.

16. I have already answered here and that one's also a doozy.

24. Topic that brings up the most rancid discourse

Oh god.... Uhh...

Yeah, it's Hankcon. The anti-hankcon shippers have some fucking takes. If you see it as a father/son relationship then crack on, you do you, but that's not how I see it, but I'm a groomer, or a paedo, or I support incest, or whatever the fuck else take I'm gonna hear next.

Connor is an android modeled after a 30 year old (at the time) man. He is smarter than Hank, and he has programming based in manipulation and ingratiating himself with humans.

Hank is an actual human being, a police lieutenant, and his age is given as 53.

These characters are not physically related. None of these characters are children. None of them are emotionally equivalent to children, and the next person to tell me that Connor is functionally only a few months old is gonna be told to go for the Reed900 shippers because the RK900 is barely days old.

The main reason I don't go in for father/son with these two, aside from the fact that I think they have a very different chemistry together than that, is that I don't like what that implies for Hank's story arc as a character. I like Hank. I want him, in the happy ending of the game, to walk away from it learning that he has a reason to live, and that androids are people, and moving on to live his life and deal with his grief over the loss of his son in a healthy way. He still has something to contribute to the world, and there are still things in the world worth making the effort of contributing for.

I do not want him to latch on to Connor as a replacement goldfish for his dead child. The fact that Connor can come back from death only makes that worse. It means Hank isn't growing and moving on, he's just using Connor as a crutch.

And I don't like that. It feels icky.

But tell that to people and ho lee shitballs do you get some bullshit fired back at you.

#i miss the days of ship and let ship #my opinions of Cage and his writing #should be indication enough of how much value I put in anything he says about his intended depictions #the man can't write his way out of a wet paper bag

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imma-fucking-nerd · 4 years ago

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Sweethearted Security

(Nines x Reader)

A/N: here's sum good ol fluff for the hardass we all love. I was gunna say sorry if its ooc but then i remembered he doesn't have a canon personality lmao

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You were the adopted child of a very wealthy and highly powerful family. Normally any other family of your status would keep that little secret hidden at all costs. However your parents were quite public and open about the idea. It made the public think they were generous people. Again, unlike other families like your own, they actually were good people.

However kind they were, they still managed to acquire enemies of their own. Most of them being jealous of your families success. So naturally, you and your family were in constant danger with threats of assassinations. Your life moreso than your parents, considering you were the heir to the family wealth and also the perfect bargaining chip.

After the attempt on your life that nearly succeeded, your parents set out on a mission to find you the best body guard money could buy. And the best they got indeed. With enough promises of donating extreme amounts of money to the DPD, the captain finally gave in. Now, your family was the proud owner of your very own RK900 android.

He wasn't exactly the gift you thought you'd recieve on your 18th birthday. Quite honestly you were scared of him, despite the fact his sole purpose was to protect you. But that fear of him only lasted a couple of months before you got used to him. He wasn't given a name so you decided to call him Conan, and if you didn't know any better you'd think liked that choice.

Now you were well in your 20's and yet your parents insisted on keeping him around for your sake. Not that you were arguing to get rid of him per say. You were actually quite fond of his presence. When he was around you knew you were basically untouchable. You even swore that he seemed to form a sort of personality too, something he'd deny if you asked.

Even though he was programmed to do whatever you asked him to do, you still did most things for yourself. You didn't want to use him, no matter how many times he tells you that he's just a machine. That wasn't the case in your mind. He was more of a person than most the people you've met at all the social gatherings your family forced you to. So you made it a rule to yourself to never treat him like a maid, and if you do, pay him for it. Not that he'd ever accept the money. At least you could say you tried.

However there was one exception to that rule, and that was when you were sick. Which happened to be in the predicament you were in now. You woke up in the morning with the classic sore throat and stuffy nose that felt dry and yet was runny at the same time. In other words, you felt like absolute garbage.

The moment you left your room you greeted by Conan, as always. He took one look at you, seemingly scanning you, before narrowing his icy blue eyes.

"You're sick," he deadpanned.

"Yeah, no shit," you shot back, sarcasm evident in your nasally voice.

"Then you should be going back to bed to rest," he said, taking a step infront of you to block you from going anywhere else.

"Yeah well I need the bathroom so," you trailed off as you easily stepped around him.

You didn't have to look at him to know his eyes rolled at you. One of his signature actions you've noticed.

After tending to yourself in the bathroom you left said room and tried to head downstairs. Emphasis on tried.

"And where do you think you're going?" you heard from behind you, already all too familiar with the voice of your bodyguard.

"Going to make some coffee," you replied although it sounded more like a question.

"No you're not. You're going back to your bed to rest. I'll get you whatever you need," Conan said, more like demanded.

"Conan, we talked about this. I don't want you running around doing shit for me when I'm perfectly capable," you said with a long sigh.

"I'm aware. However you aren't 'perfectly capable' at the moment. Therefore I suggest going back to bed, otherwise I'll take you there myself," as he spoke his lip quirked up into a slight smirk, knowing he'd won.

"Conan..." you whined.

"(Y/n)," he said in a warning tone.

"I'm serious, I'm fine. I'll just get some coffee quick and then I'll-"

"As you wish," he suddenly cut you off before leaning down and carrying you over his shoulder as if you weighed nothing.

"Conan!" you squeaked, causing a small cough to escape you.

"I did warn you, you decided not to listen," you could practically hear the smug smirk he wore as he carried you into your room and plopped you down on your bed.

"You know I hate it when you do that," you huffed, your mouth forming a pout.

"And you're aware that I don't really care," he sassed.

You rolled your eyes at him and crossed your arms over your chest childishly. When you met his eyes again you swear you saw a flicker of amusement in his usually hard steely hues.

"Now, if you're done being difficult. I'll go and make you a cup of herbal tea."

"But I want coffee," you whined, dragging out the 'e' sound for far too long.

"Herbal tea is healthier than coffee. It'll also help sooth your throat. Besides, you should really avoid ingesting excessive caffeine. Like you have been doing for the past several weeks," he spoke with the matter-of-fact tone he knew you hated.

Once again beating you in one of your many squabbles.

Sighing, you finally gave in,"Fine, whatever."

With that, Conan left the room to go fetch you your tea. He'd also make sure to bring back the bottle of cough syrup as well. He also had the thought of adding honey to your tea, for some added sweetness.

No one would ever be able to figure it out on their own, but Conan actually quite enjoyed taking care of you when you're ill. Or taking care of you in general. Being your protector. Of course, if you ever confronted him about it himself, he'd simply feign ignorance or straight out deny it. The good old 'just a machine' excuse. But that's all it was at this point, an excuse, because of you. Truth was over the years he had been at your side he had grown attached to you. He loved you, not that he actually realized it yet.

It took him much longer than his predecessor, Connor, to figure it out but he was capable of feeling. Of course, he still hasn't quite accepted the fact yet. Or show any signs of him being a deviant around anyone who isn't you. But hey, you just excited you saw even the slightest of signs really.

To everyone else he was still the same stone faced, emotionless, empty monster wearing humans skin. A machine ready to strike at a moments notice with no intentions of mercy upon anyone who dares face him. In many ways he still was that.

Conan liked to think he was able to keep that facade even infront of you, but you saw when that mask slipped. Hell, you knew he was capable of it even before he did. But to see it was something you'd never forget, and something you were excited to see more of. You of course never said anything about it though, wanting him to come to you when he's ready.

When he returned back to your room he was pleasantly surprised to see you laying in bed, scrolling mindlessly through your phone. You actually listened to him. It wasn't a particularly rare thing for you to do and yet it made his biocomonants feel all fuzzy. It was a feeling he had grown to cherish only because it was caused by you.

Once you noticed the android enter your room you sat up and scooted back so your back was against the backboard. Conan held out the mug of tea and you gingerly took it. The mug was emanating a warmth that was just hot enough to not burn your hand. And you had to admit, the tea smelt pretty nice.

"There, I trust I won't have to force you to drink it?" he asked almost playfully.

"Yeah yeah I bet you'd love that wouldn't you," you smirked before blowing on the tea a couple of times.

You were just about to take a sip before Conan stops you as he pours a spoonful of the opposite of sugar, "Before you drink your tea you should take this."

Before you had the opportunity to take the spoon for yourself, Conan was already holding the spoon in front of your mouth. You felt your cheeks starting to flare up and you looked up at him with wide eyes. He only stared at you expectantly. Before he spoke up with some some snarky remark you quickly leaned closer to take the spoon in your mouth and swallow the syrup. When you leaned back you averted you eyes from him awkwardly.

"Now you can enjoy your tea," he chimed with satisfaction.

You quickly brought up the mug up to your face and gingerly took a sip. You'd hope that Conan would think the heat in your face was caused by the hot beverage and not because of him. Conan might have been new to the whole understanding human emotions thing, but he was by no means clueless. (Unlike his predecessor) He knew exactly what he was doing.

After taking your first taste you hummed at the pleasant sweetness. He must have added honey, your favorite. Your lips curled up into a small smile.

"Thanks Conan," you said sincerely, smiling up to him.

"Of course, (Y/n)," he replied with a slight bow of his head.

Your smile widened and paused just before taking another sip of your tea, "you're uh excused by the way."

With another nod Conan left your room. It wasn't long before he returned with an old paper book in hand, must have gotten it from your Dad's library. He then took a seat in a chair by your side on your right, opening to the page you assumed he left off. You never got why he liked to read books when he could probably download the whole thing in a matter of seconds. But you never spoiled his hobby. It was nice to watch as his striking blue-grey eyes glided across the paper. He almost looked at peace. Almost.

His eyes flicked up to meet yours and you immediately looked down into your mug. Your cheeks were darkening in embarrassment. It wasn't the first time he had caught you staring, and it probably wouldn't be the last either.

"I recommend you try and sleep after you've finished. The more rest you get the faster you will recover," Conan said, cutting the growing awkward silence.

"Yeah, yeah," you waved him off, no longer having the energy to argue with him.

Conan's attention went back on his book, the tiniest of blink and you'll miss it smiles gracing his features. Meanwhile you tried to keep your attention on your phone as you slowly finished your tea. Emphasis on tried. But you just couldn't stop your eyes from glancing up at your favorite android. It wasn't your fault Cyberlife made him so perfect.

Eventually, you finished your tea and oddly enough you felt very tired. You placed the mug on the end table beside your bed before a yawn escaped you.

"You should rest," Conan said, not looking away from his book.

"You drugged me didn't you," you squinted at him, your lips pursing.

Conan looked over at you with a blank expression, "No, but if that's what it will require for you to rest then I will."

You couldn't stop the smile from spreading on your face and you rolled your eyes playfully. You knew he was only kidding and it wasn't an actual threat. Then again, maybe it wasn't. Either way, your soft chuckle at his maybe not joke made him feel nice.

"Sorry to spoil the fun but I think I'll pass," you said as you laid in bed and got yourself comfortable.

Conan only rolled his eyes at you before returning his attention back to his book.

Luckily the cough syrup was enough to allow you to easily fall asleep without any interruptions of coughing. You were out like a light for a good few hours. But as the medicine slowly wore off, your coughing became more frequent. You were also sniffling more often as well. It was when Conan heard soft whimpers fall past your lips when he set down his book and went to get you more cough syrup. He could have just waited until you officially woke up, but he didn't see the point in needlessly making you suffer longer than required.

Once he returned to your side, he gently shook your shoulder and softly called out your name. It didn't take more than a few moments before your (e/c) eyes fluttered open to meet his ice cold ones.

"Conan?" you mumbled sleepily.

"My apologies for waking you (Y/n), but I think it would be for the best if you took more cough medicine," he informed you slowly so your waking mind could understand.

You nodded in agreement and replied with a little, "okay."

You sat up slightly as he opened the bottle of the thick deep red liquid. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes you tried not to think too much about the strong, very unpleasant, taste. At least it worked well. Just like before, Conan guided the spoon to your mouth but this time you didn't hesitate to take it.

"Good, now you can go back to sleep," Conan said, an almost tenderness to his voice you thought you imagined.

At his okay you plopped back down. Conan took this as his cue that he was excused but just as he turned to leave your side he stopped when he felt a tug on his jacket. Looking back, he raised a brow in question.

"Is there something you need, (Y/n)?" he inquired.

"Can you lay with me?" you asked, half asleep.

Conan didn't respond right away, he just stared down at you. At the lack of an answer a small frown tugged at your lips and you let him go, assuming his answer was no. So you layed back down, mumbling a short apology.

When you closed your eyes you heard a soft sigh, that you knew was unnecessary, before the mattress next to you dipped under new weight. Your eyes fluttered back open and you were delighted to see Conan laying next to you. He was watching you from the corner of his eye as you scooted closer to his form.

All you did was lay next to him for a short while, testing the waters. You honestly never thought he'd let you get this close to him. Let alone lay with you. It was nice. But you were becoming more sleepy and wanted maximum comfort. So, in a fleeting moment of bravery you shifted to rest your head and an arm on his chest.

Immediately you felt him tense underneath you, and you half expected him to push you off. But to your surprise, he placed a hand on your back and slowly traced up and down your spine. It was a comforting action that made you subconsciously snuggle up closer to him.

Conan never ceased his fingers that traced your spine, telling himself it was for you. Even when he presses a soft kiss to the crown of your head, he told himself it was just to make you feel better. But when he ended up brining up his free hand to pet and play with your hair gently. It was hard to convince himself the action absolutely for his own enjoyment. After all, you had been asleep for at least five minutes at that point.

"Sleep well, my heart."

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A/N: short (at least by my standards) n sweet. Love to see it. But i feel like my writing is garbage. Like I feel like i keep using the same words and phrases n shit. If anyone could lemme know if im just overthinking it or not please leave a comment or dm me or something! Hope y'all enjoyed 💙

#dbh #dbh x reader #dbh fanfic #dbh rk900 #detroit become human rk900 #detroit rk900 #rk900 #rk900 x reader #nines x reader #dbh nines #detroit become human

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embeanwrites · 4 years ago

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Finding Home (Gavin Reed x Reader)

Chapter 2

Read: Chapter 1 here!

I had just left my apartment a little after 11 am and started walking towards the university. I couldn’t help but to think about lunch yesterday. I was surprised how well it went; my dad seems like a totally different person from when I last saw him. Connor has been really good for him, almost like a son and Connor seemed to look up to him like a father figure. As I walked towards my office, I wondered if that meant eventually, I would think of Connor as a brother.

I walked into the Faculty Administration Building and up two floors to reach my office. As I got closer to my office I noticed Nines was standing patiently outside the door.

“Oh! Nines, if I knew you were waiting, I would have come sooner!” I rushed over to the door and unlocked it. I walked in and he followed.

“I wasn’t waiting long, Dr. (L/n).” I sat at my desk and gestured for him to sit across from me.

“Nines, please you can call me (Y/n). I really prefer it.” He nodded. “So, what can I do for you?”

“I wanted to talk about one of your earlier papers. You wrote a piece about the Stanford Prison Experiment and how you didn’t believe, at the time, the results would be any different with androids. However, deviancy wasn’t a known problem. I’m quite curious on how you reached that conclusion.” Nines leaned forward and placed his elbows on his knees.

“Wow, that is an old paper. That was one of my first in grad school, I’m surprised you found it. Well, Zimbardo found that regular college students in the role of the guards allowed power to go to their heads and they mistreated the ‘prisoners’ even though they were all very similar. I mention this in the paper, but I do think it would depend on the type of android and if everyone in the simulation is an android or if some are human. For example, if the guards were all AX400 models and the prisoners are human, I don’t believe we would get the same results. However, let’s say we remove the androids LEDs and mix them with humans, where the humans don’t know who is human or android and there’s a varying mix between each group in the role of the guards and the role of the prisoner, we would get the same results. Even without deviancy, the androids would know who is human and who isn’t, so if they are in the role of the guard, they would follow the lead of the others. On the other side, androids who were not deviant would comply with any mistreatment and therefore wouldn’t fight back from the guards.” Glancing at Nines, his stare was extremely intense and made me a little nervous. I’ve had to defend my papers to a lot of different individuals, in and out of academia, but never had to do so in a one on one conversation like this.

“What about now? If you could run the experiment?” He asked.

“Well, I wouldn’t. The Stanford Prison experiment was highly unethical and did a lot of damage to the psyche of many of the participants. I wouldn’t cause that pain on humans or androids. Hypothetically speaking, I believe the results we would get would be the same as Zimbardo’s. Especially now, many androids have removed their LED and it’s sometimes difficult to pick out androids versus humans in a line up.”

“What if they were all androids?”

“Well, if this is before deviancy, I would say nothing out of the ordinary would happen. But today we do have android on android crime, so it’s reasonable to assume that similar emotions will arise from Zimbardo’s experiment.”

“Yes, that makes sense.” Nines nodded and leaned back, seeming content with my answers for now.

“I’m glad I could answer those questions for you. May I ask you one?” He paused for a few seconds before answering.

“That seems fair.”

“Why are you curious about this?”

“It’s simple really. You’re one of the few people in academia who write about androids and more specifically android behavior. You’ve also been studying this the longest out of anyone I’ve seen, and you approach the subject objectively which can be hard to come by. It’s part of my job to understand human and android behavior and I would consider you an expert on the topic.”

“Well, I don’t know how many of my peers would agree that I’m objective when it comes to my research, but it seems to come with the territory. What prompted you to come visit me so soon?”

“Detective Reed takes his lunch break from 11 to 12:15, since I don’t eat, I normally sit in the precinct. Recently Captain Fowler has asked me to actually leave the building for my break like Connor. For some reason, I think it upsets him seeing me sit there and not move. If it is alright with you, may I visit again tomorrow during this time?”

“I don’t see why not, but Nines we don’t have to only talk about sociology. I would like to get to know you too.” Looking at him I noticed he barely turned his head, if I hadn’t been looking at him there’s no way I would have noticed. I wonder if he picked that up from Connor or if it was in both of their programming?

“I’ve told you, I’m the RK900 model and I work with Detective Reed at the Detroit Police Department.” I sighed.

“How about this, for every sociology question you ask me, I get to ask you something in return. About you or your opinion on something?” Nines looked at me unblinking for about thirty seconds before finally answering.

“That seems fair. Do you have a question now?” I tried hiding my smile from him, it was always so rewarding to get androids who have stuck to their programming, despite being deviant, to talk about themselves.

“Do you like working for the DPD?” I asked.

“Of course, it’s what I was made to do.”

“Yes, but do you LIKE working for the DPD?”

“I don’t understand the difference you’re trying to get me to make.”

“If you could work at a different police department, would you?”

“No. The city has a high number of cases to solve and as difficult as he can be, working with Detective Reed is another challenge that has been interesting to solve.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, when we were first partnered, he refused to even discuss cases with me. Overtime he’s seemed to warm up, maybe because I can finish both of our case paperwork in less than an hour. However, I have noticed unlike Connor and Lieutenant Anderson, Detective Reed doesn’t get upset with me when I use my forensics kit. He doesn’t like androids, but I think he prefers me to Connor.”

“Well, Connor did knock him out apparently.” I said with a smile and I swore Nines’ lips twitched for a second as if he was going to smile.

“Detective Reed will be returning from lunch soon.” Nines said while standing up, “I need to return to the precinct before he does.”

“Does he get mad at you if he has to wait on you?”

“No. However, it is easier to tease him about being late rather than teasing him for being on time.” I couldn’t help but laugh at Nines comment.

“Before you go, here’s my card. It has my email, school phone, and my cell phone. In case you have any pressing questions. Please send me a message, so if something happens and I cannot make it before one of our meetings I can let you know.” Nines nodded and his LED flashed yellow.

“I sent you a message. Have a good day Dr…. I mean (Y/n).” He said turning towards the door.

“You too Nines! I look forward to our conversation tomorrow!” As Nines left, I relaxed in my chair. With this new job, many of my coworkers seemed hesitant to talk to me about my research, maybe they believed I was too radical. It felt nice having someone ask questions about my work and to show a genuine interest. I looked at my cell phone and giggled at his message.

This is Nines, the RK900 android that works at the DPD

Part of me wanted to poke fun at him, because of course I would know it was him, but I didn’t want to alienate him in any way. I looked at my other text messages to see what else I had missed during my walk and conversation with Nines.

Hey! Me and some people from the precinct are going to get drinks at Jimmy’s bar around 7pm. Do you want to come? I think Connor’s going. Hank’s been trying to get him to hang out with people his “own age”.

I bite my lip, I have been wanting to hang out with Tina, but I don’t know if I’m ready for questions on why I disappeared. I looked at my phone and decided to text Connor first.

Hey, are you going to Jimmy’s tonight? Tina invited me and said you may be coming?

Connor immediately responded.

Lieutenant Anderson is forcing me to go. He said he was going to lock me outside the house until it was an “unreasonable time to be home”. Do you know what that means?

Haha yeah. He wants you to hang out with other people, I guess. Branch out and make some friends. If you want, I can go with you and if it’s lame, we can just walk around and tell my dad we spent the whole time at the bar.

Yes, I think if you were there it may be better. I’ve tried going before, but I was the only android. I believe I made Detective Reed uncomfortable with my presence since I can’t drink, and he believes I record every conversation.

Alright, well Jimmy’s is closer to the precinct, so I’ll meet you there around 6:45?

Are you alright walking here alone? It would be no trouble for me to come to the university or your apartment first.

It’ll be okay. It’s a short walk! I’ll see you at 6:45 in the lobby!

Okay.

I sighed gently, I had to go now. There was certainly no backing out now, unless I wanted to hurt Connor’s feelings. I swiped back to Tina’s message.

I’ll be there.

#gavin reed x reader #gavin reed #detroit become human #fan fiction #connor is like a son to hank #connor has major little brother energy #hank anderson #nines #rk800 #rk900 #tina chen #connor

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fuzziemutt · 4 years ago

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Headcanon Background

These are my headcanons following the world of “Do You Understand?”

This is just extra world building and character stuff that I didn’t want bogging down the main story or have established in there for future reference. Some of these headcanons are inspired by fics I’ve read btw. I might add onto this in the future.

WARNING: Minor Spoilers ahead - I do suggest reading this after the story is complete.

-this mostly covers Connor, Nines and Hank because they’re the ones I most often deal with. If anyone asks for the others or I think of some for them I might add em.

MasterList

World:

This is Post Pacifist route and everyone lives (best ending)

The actual events of the game take much longer, the revolution doesn’t end until towards the end of December to January.

Some events of the game went a bit differently since the time is stretched and because mister Cage is dumb. Like Markus can’t do the weird look deviation thing for funsies. And Alice is human (even if not shown). And there were more revolutionary events that aren’t discussed but happened.

Androids are also much more open about their inhumaness, they often act more human like around humans. However, while alone, androids tend to talk via their internal networks most often (some choose to outwardly speak only too, it’s just preference) and refer to themselves in less human manners.

Okay ngl I’m not gonna get into how to fix this mess of a world Cage made, I’m going to idealize some things in this fic (like I made a landlord nice and not much ACAB- or really any cop stuff), this is merely for fic purposes. I ain’t gonna play moral battlefield with Cage’s dumbass for what started as a vent fic. Just know I don’t agree with a lot of the decisions Cage made for this game’s plot.

Connor RK800:

The RK800 model was made with less articulations in his face so as to cut corners given he was meant to just be a trial. -He needs to consciously run facial expression programs and they can be quite awkward.

Same vein, Connor’s constant calibration, while also a stim, lack of tear ducts, and blinking glitch are also due to Cyberlife cutting corners

Connor Has ADHD because I do so he does too

He also stims by pacing or running, but he tends to do this in absolute private.

He likes to change his hair color quite often to differentiate himself from Nines (He would change his eye color if he could), he does have Bryan’s curly hair but he still consistently styles it to the game style.

His wardrobe style consists of button ups (black, white and floral), turtlenecks, a dark grey blazer, knee length black coat, black jeans, and dress shoes (often Cyberlife ones since they’re just slip ons essentially)

He has killed/hunted way more deviants (and humans) than in game Connor. When he isn’t with Hank, Cyberlife ordered him to simply hunt down and dispose of any deviants he could find. (they wanted results they just played nice with the law for show)

While he wasn't cruel and let all deviants he met with Hank go (except Rupert), any deviants he found while "off duty" did not receive the same mercies (some would even be found mangled beyond recognition). Hank really amplified the humanity in him but only when present. It was also easier to ignore orders when he had a scapegoat.

He also remembers all prior iterations of himself; while the corruption in memory is still there, it was used to condition him in “right” from “wrong”.

He spent a lot more time with Amanda especially during early trials as well so his loyalty to her is very deep and she is like a mother figure to him.

This is Connor model -54. Past 3 models deactivation: Fell with Daniel while protecting Emma (Successful mission); Success w/ Carlos’ android, but he still self destructed and got shot in the interrogation room when trying to stop them; Stratford tower kitchen but the deviant crushes his thirium pump before running leaving him unable to be saved.

He did go up to the roof and saw how Simon was left behind, but he thought about how Hank would be displeased if he killed this android in front of him, given prior results, so he left back to the kitchen last second. Simon knows he left him alone but he doesn't know why.

*pats his head* this boy can hold so much unprocessed trauma

Also this Connor is not an “uwu soft boy”, he is a bastard man. A nice bastard man, but a bastard man none the less. He will sell you to Satan for a single corn chip (/j). He is severely touch-starved though.

He is very bad at expressing and showing his true emotions in a way that makes sense since he’s spent the last, however many, iterations putting himself in a tomb of denial, fear and anger in order to survive. He often expresses nothing or in a manner that he feels will benefit him (arguably manipulative but he is in constant survival mode still). (unless he gets too overwhelmed by his own emotions like hella overwhelmed)

He wasn’t necessarily “deviant” when a machine, his social relations and general programming just saw the act of being more emotionally expressive as giving him a higher chance of not being killed by his handlers. Basically “if they think I’m like a cute roomba, they won’t kill me as easily”. He still experienced frustration, fear and other emotions he ignored, but he was under command (with code and external pressures), his own AI just got fucky and advanced without anyone realizing it (from trauma).

The books in his apartment are random books hes bought from a thrift store, but there are some mystery books and a sea creature encyclopedia in the mix. - The manta ray plush is a gift from Hank, the Whale is a gift from Nines.

Connor (Nines) RK900:

He looks and sounds exactly like Connor. Height, build, face, voice and everything is the exact same except he has blue eyes.

Arguably Nines’ system name is still registered as “Connor” but he just never felt the need to change it since he just goes by Nines anyways.

He has more articulations in his face, even more than the average android, and he tends to take advantage of this. He does feel bad sometimes after being a walking reminder that Connor meant nothing to Cyberlife, but they both tend to not want to talk about that and just ignore it. He doesn’t know how deep Connor’s jealousy goes though.

Given he activated deviant, he really isn’t sure what being a machine is like or having to follow orders. This sometimes is a disadvantage as he doesn’t get sometimes why androids, like Connor, would lean so heavily onto their old programming.

This also means, he’s very expressive and open about his emotions. They were free so why would he try hiding what he felt ? (This can sometimes get him in trouble)

Where Connor changes his hair, Nines wears very loud and vibrant clothing, if he finds a shirt that screams ugly he will wear it. His usual get up is asymmetrical colored button ups, whatever pants he grabs that morning, dress shoes (don’t worry they’re ugly too) and his favorite highlighter neon yellow and orange hooded jacket. He also tends to change into more comfy wear when at his room in New Jericho.

He is partnered with Gavin Reed, but those two really aren’t friends and never will be. Nines can handle him just fine at work but he would never invite that man anywhere near him after it. He is friends with most of the DPD. People find him really friendly and enjoy talking to him.

He also owns a cat named Clem, not much is known about her because she’s really shy.

While he still has access to the base zen garden program, the program is not connected to anything and never had the Amanda AI implemented yet. Since he was never rolled off the press properly and Amanda was set to change connections to the new model set when Connor was done, it never happened.

He was released from Cyberlife storage due to an agreement between them and Markus that all remaining prototypes would be released and androids would have access to the tower in order to produce biocomponents and parts (Cyberlife still owns the building arguably and has access to any info/security there though). He’s honestly not that close to the Jericho leadership despite everything. He talks to them every once in a while but he doesn’t actively talk to them.

Arguably yes he is one of many RK900s, but for sake of story, he is the -84 model of the series and the only one we will see.

Hank Anderson:

After the revolution, he offers Connor a place to stay out of worry. He won’t admit it, but he had a gut feeling con man wasn’t doing well (he was right)

He does work on his drinking problem, but he still has a lot of issues and sometimes relapses. He’s slowly getting better.

He’s like a dad figure to Connor but he isn’t his dad. He gives guidance, but he also gets that Connor is arguably a full grown adult even if he is emotionally like 1 years old. He kinda is a dad to Nines too, but this isn’t as focused on in the story. While he is a bit less grumpy (aggressive) enter Connor, he still a bit of a sour boot most of the time. He just is sober while doing it now. He started wearing a ponytail after the revolution to keep his hair out of his face. He lets Connor trim it every once in a while, but he can’t bring himself to go back to the short style. This Hank adopted Cole as a baby after finding him at a crime scene. He never got married. (He jokes about having an ex-wife out of a sense of compulsory heteronormativity and because it’s funny to him) He used to treat Gavin like a son of sorts before Cole’s death, but practically dropped him afterwards which is why Gavin is doubly hostile towards him. The house he lives in now is not the same house he lived in when Cole was alive. He also got rid of a lot of Cole’s stuff when moving (The toys and clothes he kept are in a box in the garage).

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loyally-unfaithful · 5 years ago

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word count: 1090

pairing: connor | rk800/oc

genre: gen

summary: « oh wait, where's...? the detective exclaimed as they rummaged through their bag. i must've-- sorry i really need to... they trailed off. wait here. »

the android simply nodded as he watched the figure scurry away to some part of the precinct.

in the meantime, he found a few things to distract himself with: rhythmically tapping the desk, fidgeting with his coin... he glanced up at the decorated desk and saw a prompt: [ X | ᴱˣᴬᴹᴵᴺᴱ ᴰᴱˢᴷ ] should he...?

a/n: trying to unblock myself and start writing again... so i decided to write some oc x canon stuff as tiny exercise... kinda funny thing that i wrote to also flesh out my oc in a way,,,? ya boi fell in a hole of oc x canon that he thought he would avoid for the longest of times lmao,,, one (1) android controls my life end me,,, in case you do decide to read this, tiny pointers to not be confused: - in this au connor, 60, and rk900 are deviant and work at the DPD. since they're considered rookies (only started officially working as a detective for about a month) they're assigned partners; connor with hank, conan (rk900) with gavin, colin (60) with my oc esmé. - this ficlet mentions my friend's (miusmius) oc, Ona Boix, who is also a detective at the DPD (i included her in the artwork, and by default in this work)... i don't own her, she doesn't belong to me... mius dont sue me pls

i think that's about it? hope you enjoy this silly thing.

{ [ X | ᴱˣᴬᴹᴵᴺᴱ ᴰᴱˢᴷ ] }

the desk itself is relatively neat, sheaf of paper stacked together and tucked away neatly on one side of the table. other personable belongings such as potted plants, picture frames, and a small owl statuette are organised meticulously. office supplies are placed in cups and holders, not a single item out of place. upon closer inspection, however, the android noticed one item that was not like the other: unnoticeable at first, there was a black pen amidst the others that resembled his… the fountain pen he lost a few days ago.

[ ａｎａｌｙｓｉｎｇ... ] [ ᴬᴺᴬᴸᵞˢᴵˢ ᶜᴼᴹᴾᴸᴱᵀᴱ: ᴸᴬᴹᵞ 2000 ᶠᴼᵁᴺᵀᴬᴵᴺ ᴾᴱᴺ, ᴾᴿᴼᴰᵁᶜᵀ ᶜᴼᴰᴱ ᴸᴹᵞ-ᴸ01ᴱᶠ ]

he pushed aside the rest of the result, ignoring the trivial information such as material (black polycarbonate—makrolon and stainless steel), and swiped the pen up, inspecting the pen’s body. on it was a delicately etched “connor anderson”, coining it as his pen; the one that was gifted to him. stuffing it into his pocket, he now realised how much of the detective’s belongings weren’t actually theirs: hank’s music player, det. collins’ notepad, and headphones he swore he last saw with officer chen. baffled at how no one has noticed yet, he collected said items to be returned after. though most of the stolen goods are of little value and easily replaceable, he settled to discuss the detective’s kleptomaniac tendencies with them soon.

continuing his inspection, he noted the multiple flyers and notes that adorned the detective’s magnetic board: small notices and stickers from past concert—panic! at the disco (which he found out was a well known alternative rock artist who managed to keep his career afloat even after the popularisation of android bands) and others, both popular and indie, of differing languages.

a small timetable and calendar marked a few important dates, circled and annotated accordingly. a small to-do list is taped near it, date at the top right corner. most of the writing is smudged—[ ᴿᵁᴺᴺᵞ ᶠᴼᵁᴺᵀᴬᴵᴺ ᴾᴱᴺ? ˢᴹᵁᴰᴳᴱᴰ ᴾᴱᴺᶜᴵᴸ? ] – “buy food for paris after work” it seemed odd that the detective still took on-paper reminders when a digital alternative was available, not to mention broadcasting them in full view. – “concert Jules 8:30 pm [sic.]” but perhaps they simply preferred the act of physically writing them down, or leaving behind a trace of their last location in the off chance that something happened… who was this “jules”? he decided not to look the person up, though curiosity was tempting. he resisted the urge (that his non-deviant self would have complied to immediately) if not to give the detective their privacy. he trusted them enough to know that they’d tell him about this individual if they need to.

on the top left corner of the board was a sticky note that wasn’t quite like the others: instead of the neat, smooth lines that was characteristic of their handwriting, this one was a messy scrawl that made it almost illegible—detective reed’s handwriting. under it was a smaller sticky note, belonging to the desk’s owner, which read “asshole”. « succinctly put » the android thought with a small smile of amusement.

the final object, which was a more recent addition to the heavily decorated board was a photograph of a recent birthday “party”, which was more of a potluck to be quite honest. his smile remained, and one may even note that it has become marginally brighter as his features softened. a photograph annotated with the raven haired detective’s commentary (entire precinct made up of loose canons—which wasn’t exactly wrong in his mind), which showcased the coworkers being together and celebrating hank’s birthday (while det. reed sulks on a kitchen counter, frustrated. the android chuckled at the annotations, “trash” is right.).

he scanned through each individual: his “brothers”, colin and conan—taken aback slightly at the fact that the three were called fucko 1-through-3; det. boix and officer chen (titled queens—fittingly as both were incredible at their work, though he sometimes wonder why officer chen still hasn’t been promoted yet…); the man he considers his father—lt. hank anderson—“world’s okayest dad” seeming like an understatement (though he’s quite sure it’s joke shared among the detective and the lieutenant); the two canines—sumo (the best saint bernard there ever was) and paris (the best german shepherd there ever was), and finally the desk’s owner themselves: det. esmé thomas, the person he’s waiting for right now. the picture was a slightly candid one (he didn’t recall being informed that they were going to have their picture taken), but he felt a sense of peace in seeing the group’s genuine joy being captured. it was nice to see them enjoying each other’s presence (some had a harder time showing it, though reed was slowly coming around) after the chaos a few months ago.

« hey, i’m back! sorry for making you wait... we can go now, suggested a voice from his far right. he turned his head to face its source before nodding. – alright. »

unlike hank, esmé preferred to drive in complete silence, the only sounds audible were the traffic outside and the thrumming of the car engine. after a few moments, the detective restarted the conversation: « did you have fun snooping around my desk? they asked playfully. – i was merely inspecting it… i noticed it had a new picture on it, he answered truthfully. – yup, they smirked, you like it? it was from last weekend. – it was certainly amusing, what with the flavour text. – ah, i was hoping you’d say that fucko #1, they chuckled. – so we’re a precinct filled with loose canons? he pushed playfully, rolling his eyes. – i don’t see you disagreeing, they replied, glancing briefly at the android. – touché. »

a moment of silence passed as the conversation died once more, the quietness accompanying them in their drive. but it was fine. it was a comfortable silence as they waited to reach their destination. a question was, however, on the tip of the android’s tongue for what would’ve been the entire ride so far, so he decided to ask them: « i’ve been meaning to ask you… he started. the driver made a « hmm? » to inform the passenger that they were listening. – but why are you wearing detective reed’s sunglasses? he pointed at the accessory on the detective’s shirt collar. »

the question goes unanswered and the android gives up on the thought of ever getting a reply, when the person besides him answered determinedly, not a hint of shame in their voice as they admitted the theft: « it was shiny and i wanted it. »

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pointedly-foolish · 5 years ago

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word count: 1090

pairing: connor | rk800/oc

genre: gen

summary: « oh wait, where's...? the detective exclaimed as they rummaged through their bag. i must've-- sorry i really need to... they trailed off. wait here. »

the android simply nodded as he watched the figure scurry away to some part of the precinct.

a/n: trying to unblock myself and start writing again... so i decided to write some oc x canon stuff as tiny exercise... kinda funny thing that i wrote to also flesh out my oc in a way,,,? ya boi fell in a hole of oc x canon that he thought he would avoid for the longest of times lmao,,, one (1) android controls my life end me,,, in case you do decide to read this, tiny pointers to not be confused: - in this au connor, 60, and rk900 are deviant and work at the DPD. since they're considered rookies (only started officially working as a detective for about a month) they're assigned partners; connor with hank, conan (rk900) with gavin, colin (60) with my oc esmé. - this ficlet mentions my friend's (@miusmius) oc, Ona Boix, who is also a detective at the DPD (i included her in the artwork, and by default in this work)... i don't own her, she doesn't belong to me... mius dont sue me pls

the drawing was made cuz i wanted to do a challenge where i draw a bunch of different ppl lol

i think that's about it? hope you enjoy this silly thing.

{ [ X | ᴱˣᴬᴹᴵᴺᴱ ᴰᴱˢᴷ ] }

[ ａｎａｌｙｓｉｎｇ... ] [ ᴬᴺᴬᴸᵞˢᴵˢ ᶜᴼᴹᴾᴸᴱᵀᴱ: ᴸᴬᴹᵞ 2000 ᶠᴼᵁᴺᵀᴬᴵᴺ ᴾᴱᴺ, ᴾᴿᴼᴰᵁᶜᵀ ᶜᴼᴰᴱ ᴸᴹᵞ-ᴸ01ᴱᶠ ]

« hey, i’m back! sorry for making you wait... we can go now, suggested a voice from his far right. he turned his head to face its source before nodding. – alright. »

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#detroit: become human #connor detroit: become human #connor x oc #dbh oc x canon #RK900 Detroit: Become Human #gavin reed detroit: become human #rk800-60 detroit:become human #hank anderson detroit: become human #tina chen detroit: become human #sumo detroit: become human #dbh oc #falsely writes #falsely draws #esme

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too-attached-to-fiction · 6 years ago

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Seize The Moment | rk800 Connor

Set: Middle to after the revolution

Summary: Connor’s gone, and you’re positive you’ve lost him forever. Fortunately, the universe has other plans.

Word count: ~1600

WARNINGS: mainly fluff because I can’t write angst.

You drummed your fingers on your desk. The string of robberies didn’t particularly interest you, especially because you still weren’t sure why they had assigned a human to this case. An android could probably solve it within a couple of seconds.

Speaking of androids, there was one in the Detroit Police Department: Connor, an rk900 model designed specifically to hunt deviant androids. He was your mentor, Hank Anderson’s partner. He had been released weeks ago, and within that short span of time, you watched him learn about the human world: living and dead.

You’d seen the interrogation footage. Thirium, what Hank referred to as “blue blood”, splattered everywhere. Although you were a detective, you preferred the paper work side of things, not very equipped when there were guns on the field. Connor may be an android, but you still saw him as human. You had found yourself tearing up as you watched the footage that night.

And then, a day later, a new one showed up, and you wondered if it meant his knowledge was reset. You were sure, day by day, Connor was becoming human, but that was part of his programming. Being adaptable. Nevertheless, the android was fascinating to think about.

“Detective (L/N)?” Connor stopped by your desk. “Could I speak with you for a moment?”

“Regarding what exactly?” You startled, but tried to keep a calm exposure. For the first time, Connor didn’t seem monotonous around you.

“We visited Elijah Kamski for the case.” Connor informed you, and you could feel your stomach start to sink. You’d done research on Elijah Kamski; hell, you’d triple checked for his name in the archives. He was known as a genius, but the reports always showed him as an ass. He liked Machiavelli - already a bad sign.

You stared at Connor. “Did that help?”

“He refused to give answers. He gave me… a test.” Your stomach started to sink lower and lower.

“What sort of test?”

“He told me to kill his android. I couldn’t do it.” Recognition flashed through your eyes, and you looked at Connor, who was now refusing to meet your gaze.

“Connor, you know what that means, don’t you?” He nodded glumly, and you frowned, realizing what would happen next.

“Connor, whatever happens, promise me you’ll get out of this alive.” You begged. “Promise me you won’t be dead before the end of whatever is about to happen.”

“Detective, I am unsure if I can promise that-“

“But you’ll try your best, right? Promise me you’ll do your best to stay alive.” You grabbed his hand, clutching it tightly. “I know we’re not close but when this is all over, promise me you’ll have done your best to stay alive.” He finally met your gaze.

“I promise.” He said softly, before Fowler stepped out of his office.

“Lieutenant Anderson and Connor. Office. Now.” Captain Fowler commanded. Your stomach churned, it’s contents from lunch crawling up your esophagus. You pushed it down, shaking your head and focusing on your work.

If you had known that it was the last time you’d see the android for a while, you would’ve hugged him tight. Maybe even tell him that he made work more pleasant.

But you didn’t know.

After Connor left, you handed in your resignation papers. You’d been looking for a sign, a reason to get out. Once Connor disappeared and Hank retreated back into his shell, you found it harder and harder to go to work. Fowler let you off a week early, insisting that the spot needed to be open anyways.

You stood at your desk, looking around. The department was quiet for once. Hank walked in, and you looked at your desktop. It was only 9, but the old man looked like he’d seen better days.

Your box sat on your desk chair, and you started taking things off of your desk. The little figure of Sumo that Hank gave you in the beginning, miscellaneous notes from him, your DPD coffee mug. You put each item in carefully before Hank’s voice rang out.

“Finally threw in the towel?” He asked with a gruff smile. “Good for you. Never seemed cut out for this. Where you going now?”

You had a plan. Kind of.

You’d thought about moving out of Detroit, maybe even to London, but you couldn’t leave not knowing what happened to Connor. You opted to stay here, aiming for a masters in psychology. Maybe you could help the deviant androids in a couple of years.

You had money saved up anyways, and you knew your parents would support it; they constantly griped over the fact that you went straight to the academy.

Hank listened intently as you explained it to him. “Good.”

“Hank?” You asked, standing straight and looking at him square in the eye. “Could you reach out? If Connor comes back?”

Hank raised an eyebrow, shaking his head. “(Y/N), I’m not sure-“

“Please, Hank. You two were the best part of the DPD.” Are.

You didn’t want to give up hope just yet, for Hank’s sake. Both of you were absolutely miserable. He refused to tell you where Connor went, but he let on that it was going to be a dangerous journey. You dared to be cynical of the fact, though, because if you didn’t have hope, who would?

Hank looked at your begging eyes before letting out of huff. “Yeah, yeah.”

You beamed, giving him a hug before finishing up, looking at your empty desk. “Love ya, Hank. Let me know if you need anything.” You gave him a shaky salute before walking out.

You stayed in your apartment for the next few days, sending in college applications. Christmas was coming up, and you had no plans to go home for the holidays. You could stay in the apartment for as long as you needed; the landlady adored you, insisting that you could stay however long you wanted.

If you were being honest, you missed Connor and Hank. You missed Hank’s stupid Dad jokes and Connor feigning innocence. They always seemed to make life more entertaining, and now that both of them were out of sight, you found yourself clinging to memories of what once was.

You hadn’t been too close with Connor, but you had watched as his relationship with your mentor practically bloomed. Connor achieved bringing Hank out of his shell than you had in the past five years.

There was also the fact that he looked and acted like a dream, but that was an added bonus.

“TV, on.” The day was over, and you found yourself sitting on the couch as you ate your dinner.

Suddenly, an image popped up on the news. You couldn’t hear the voice as you scanned the faces, your eyes landing on-

No. Connor had to be dead at this point.

There was only one Connor, and he was right there.

“Son of a-“ you started, pulling out your phone and dialing Hank’s number. When the line connected, you gasped out, “Connor. He’s on the news. Channel 6.”

“Jesus fucking Christ, you’re hallucinating.” Hank growled, and you rolled your eyes.

“Hank, it’s Connor. Connor’s alive.”

You ran around Detroit the next few days, looking for any sign of the rk800 android that had often stumbled around the corridors of the DPD. It felt futile, but you kept running, searching for any other signs of the android. On the third day, doubt started to creep in, making you wonder if you really had seen him. If he was alive.

Days before Christmas, Hank dragged you out of your stubborn habits to get dinner. You’d protested, saying that the snow was too much for a chicken burger. Ultimately, Hank wore you down - as he always did.

You trudged through the snow with him and Sumo to get to the little shop under one of the highways. It was foggy, and you could barely see anything, but at least the newly added outdoor area had heaters.

You peered up ahead. There was another figure approaching the three of you.

“Hank, what’s going on?” You asked warily. “Please tell me you’re not walking us into a trap.”

Hank looked at you, bewildered. “Not everything is a fucking trap, (Y/N).” He huffed as the figure grew closer.

Then Hank did something you never thought you’d see - he ran and hugged the figure approaching.

There was only one person who could evoke that reaction.

Connor.

You raced over, screaming. “Connor!” He smiled shyly, lifting you up and spinning around. “You’re alive!”

You turned to Hank, slugging him in the shoulder. “I told you! I knew it!”

“Well, you did tell me to tell you if he came back, and he reached out earlier this morning.” Hank explained. You grinned, looking back at Connor.

“Detective, your heart rate is above average.” He informed you, and you had to stop yourself from giving him another hug.

“I’m happy to see you, weirdo.”

“I keep my promises.” He gave you a sly smile. Hank looked between the two of you before huffing.

“I’m going to find a table. Come on, Sumo.”

You turned back to Connor. “I was so worried about you.” You swore you were imagining things, but Connor’s cheeks tinted blue as he processed your words. “I kept thinking about the day you left and-“

“Now tell him the part where you interrupted my alone time by swearing you saw him on the news!” Hank yelled over, and you couldn’t help but blush.

“Yeah, I did that.” You admitted.

“(Y/N)? Could I… attempt acting on my feelings?” Connor asked shyly, and you nodded. Gently, he bent down, connecting your lips before you had time to process.

When he let you breathe again, you cupped his face gently, giving him another kiss. “Making up for lost time?”

“I believe the right phrase is “seizing the moment”.”

#dbh #dbh imagines #dbh fluff #lt anderson #hank anderson #hank dbh #ps4 #detroit become human #connor rk800 #imagines #connor x reader #connor imagines #reader insert #video games #fanfic

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jui-imouto-chan · 6 years ago

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Part 6 of the Mostly Human AU

Level Select:

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Connor walks into the DCPD with Conan and Collin in tow, and everyone is immediately confused.

Why? Because the three of them are all dressed in the exact same clothes—Connor’s clothes, more precisely.

“Connor!” Hank calls from behind them, opening the door.

All three of them turn to the door at the shout of the name.

It seems Conan got contacts for this.

It also seems like Connor and Collin both wore heeled shoes to elevate them to Conan’s height, though it took an extra inch for Connor.

They all had an LED on their temple, so it was confusing af

Gavin cries a little bit when he sees the three of them??

He is kinda scared.

He knows one of them is the one he actually (kinda) likes but he can’t tell who’s who from here

The other two can fuck off

The DCPD staff is just so determined to guess which is which.

They’ve tried straight up guessing and the three are so committed they all say that they’re Connor.

Hank’s already knows but he’s not telling anyone, content to just chuckle into his coffee cup as he downs the brew.

Somebody gets so desperate they get one of Connor’s many spare Thirium bags and spill some on the floor.

Two of the Connors go down to analyze.

The third one is ruled out. Must be Conan.

So, they need to figure out which one is Collin and which one is Connor.

Unfortunately, Conan can’t entirely tell the difference either, so they’re both just pushed away from the blood with a firm, “No!” from the eldest.

Conan gets that he’s out of the game, so he takes out his contacts and switches out his RK800 jacket for one that Connor made him, an RK900 jacket.

“Shit he’s kinda hot in that.” Says one female officer.

Collin and Connor hold hands wherever they go, and then switch places when they’re turning corners or doing anything. Still, nobody can guess. Until Ben gets a strike of genius.

Ben gives them sweets, and Conan and Collin both know the game is over.

Connor’s reaction to sweets is just

It’s overwhelming

Cougharousingcough

Collin keeps the jacket on, but he then informs them that there were multiple clues.

His jacket has 60 written on it, while Connor’s has 51.

Connor’s eyes are less gold and more of a milk chocolate brown.

He brings a hand down and squeezes Connor’s ass and then says, “But also, his ass is literally the softest thing, and he doesn’t freak out when you touch it. That’s another way to tell.”

Conan and Collin would freak out if anyone touched their asses, or Connor’s if it’s done in front of them.

Hank choked and threw a stapler at the younger twin, then threw a folder at Conan when he nodded in agreement to Collin’s claims.

It’s time to use some suggestions! Thank you, @manadrite !

Your other suggestions will come up in the next one, since the one I used first is really long.

It‘s during the night, while his three humans are preparing for bed, that Connor hears noise at the window.

He lowers the brightness of his LEDs and settles himself against a wall, ready to get up at any moment.

The last of the lights turn off, the ones in Hank’s bedroom, and the house is cast in shadow.

There’s silence for twenty minutes, and by then, everyone in the house is asleep, sans Connor, of course.

That’s when the window is opened.

Sumo is resting near the bathroom door, and he doesn’t even stir when a few people enter the house.

Connor waits, watching what they do.

He has a call to the Police Department at the ready.

They people are looking through the house, and they start to move towards the bedrooms.

They awaken Sumo, and that’s when Connor strikes.

He’s hyper focused on his targets, he’s tuning out everything but those he needs to protect his home from.

They have guns, and he’s quick to disarm them, disassembling each gun while dodging attacks from all sides.

It’s really hard to fight in the hallway.

He calls the DCPD as he continues to dance around his opponents.

It seems the commotion woke everyone else up, since Hank is standing on the sidelines with Conan and Collin.

Collin has his phone out, recording Connor’s fight.

Conan is giving Collin a judging look.

Hank is too concerned with Connor’s fight itself.

He is shouting out a lot of instructions. “Dodge left! Duck! Kick—atta boy!”

“Dad, this isn’t a like an MMA match.”

“I’m trying to help Connor, dammit!”

Two of the six intruders are already unconscious on the floor, and one of them pulled out another gun they hid under their jacket.

He grabbed Connor and held the gun to his head while turning to Hank and the twins.

“Hank, Conan, Collin, don’t worry! If I get shot, Kamski can repair me!”

“Hell no, we’re not letting you get shot!”

“But—“

“Connor, don’t get shot, you hear me!? That’s a fucking order!”

Connor’s eyes sharpened and he elbowed the guy holding him in the face, which caught him off guard. He swung around the man’s neck, who barely managed to support himself on his feet, then sat in the guy’s shoulders.

He wrapped his legs around the man’s neck and throat and then leaned backwards and went into a handstand before releasing his grip and letting the man slam into the ground face first.

At the same time, he remains in the handstand and kicks at another man close to him, hitting him in the gut. The man is winded, leaning forward and Connor just slams his hand into the man’s now exposed neck and knocks him out.

When Connor looks up, he sees that one of the two men had been taken out by Conan and Collin when he went to attack them and Hank.

He hears Sumo barking and is suddenly remembering that there was one man left.

He just barely dodges the first swinging towards him.

He does something similar to his attack on the guy with the gun, sitting on the guy’s shoulders, but this time he was in front of the guy’s face.

“Lucky bitch” mutters one of the twins

He squeezes the man’s neck between his thighs and cuts off his blood flow until he passes out, and is unable to unwrap his legs until after the man has fallen to the ground.

When he lands, the man’s face is pressed against the center seam of his shorts, making him squirm a bit.

“I don’t know exactly why, but I’m uncomfortable.”

Collin and Conan step on the man’s body as they yank him off of the man’s face, Collin’s phone off and tucked into his pocket.

The police come in just then, and Hank is excused from working tomorrow, since it would be difficult to sleep now and then wake up early tomorrow. They leave soon enough, the intruders with them.

Connor goes to enter sleep mode on the couch

But his humans only just realize that he’s been using the couch the entirety of his time living with them.

Hank says he should sleep in a bed, and Connor tries to tell him that it’s not necessary.

Connor was already in the process of entering sleep mode when the argument began, so his voice was getting slurred and his voice synth made him sound whiny

Conan and Collin then both say they’re willing to share their beds with him.

After a heated discussion, Conan gets to share with Connor first, to Collin’s rage.

Conan hugs Connor like he’s a teddy bear, which is kinda unexpected

But cute

He breathes into Connor’s ear from where he rests his head in the crook of Connor’s neck as he sleeps, and Connor finds it oddly soothing.

Collin wakes Connor up first that morning, gently coaxing him out of Conan’s hold.

Then, once Connor is out of the way, he pours ice water onto Conan’s face

Collin wanted to sleep with Connor first, so this is his revenge.

Hank bursts into the room as Connor yelps in panic, Collin being choked and held in the air as Conan glares at him menacingly.

Hank sighs. “I’ll set up the funeral.”

Then Collin barely manages to say, “This is so sad, Connor, play Despacito.”

Hank joins in on trying to kill Collin as Connor is suddenly playing Despacito over the Bluetooth speakers all over the house, looking confused and mildly terrified.

Collin is using his last few breaths to cackle.

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ryokothebadgamer · 6 years ago

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Actually Alive

Hello @anomalous-appliances here is your gift!! So sorry for this late gift stuff happened in my life!! But I hope that you enjoy the fic!! I have it posted on AO3 since I can’t link things! Hope you enjoy it!! @dbhevents

Gavin had spent a better part of his life with not many people he could rely on. His parents had a messy divorce when he was ten, which lead him to be a delinquent in school. He used to have his dad to depend on. He was understanding, listened to him, and was his biggest supporter for coming out. That changed when he was sixteen. He passed away in a car accident while picking him up from school. Just when Gavin thought he had a handle on his life, the one person that mattered was taken from him. For two years he lived with his mom it was a constant yelling match. She never supported him. The day he turned eighteen he was gone.

Then there were his failed romances. At fifteen his first boyfriend broke up with him. It left him in ruins, but his father was there for him. At nineteen another boyfriend of his cheated on him. He left him behind while he went to school. The other romances he had were never as strong or meaningful as the ones that had destroyed him. He became guarded, nervous, and not interested in new people. One of the reasons he didn’t like androids. They were perfect. They never faltered, they never had bad personalities, they were just perfect. That is why people liked them. They were little servants. That is why any people was interested in liked them more. It was infuriating. Then Connor came into the station.

That fucking Android came in with his perfect award winning smile, charming personality, and fucking smug attitude. From the moment he met him he hated his guts. It didn’t matter if he pulled a gun on him, if he beat him up, but it mattered to Hank Anderson. For some reason he saw something in that android, that piece of plastic, that Connor. Gavin didn’t understand it, nor did he have any interest in it. He didn’t have interest in growing as a person either. Instead he just continued by himself. That is until something entered his life that he didn’t expect was this new RK until. Specifically, RK900 who was the last of the units to come out of CyberLife and became the new headquarters for JERICHO. He was a project that was already in development. He was hardly a completed model.

His personality wasn’t all the way there, his processing worked fast, and he seemed way too cold. Gavin hated him, but at least he wasn’t lying about who he was. He admitted that he was a piece of plastic. There was nothing alive about him. At least, not that Gavin noticed at first.

It wasn’t until around March that something changed. He was walking home from work, managed to grab some cat food for his own animals when he noticed that the piece of plastic was feeding a stray mama cat and some of her kittens. This was something that he did. RK900 had seen him do this before. It was odd that he was imitating his actions like this. Gavin Reed spent time around androids, for years, but he wondered why he was acting this way. Gavin trailed him once he was done with the cats. He seemed to be going to another place that was far out of the way.

It looked to be a mansion. That was an odd place as well. Gavin began wondering why this RK unit was here. He didn’t trust the android in the slightest. He tried making his life miserable, tried making it harder, and the android did the same thing back. Both were constantly at each other’s throats. Ready to have at each other in any given moment. But this was strange behavior even for an android. He ended up watching the mansion from a distance. He waited several hours until he finally left the building. It looked like he was talking to someone.

Gavin was officially skeptical of the android. This was odd behavior for a machine. Gavin was going to confront him about this in the morning. He had cats at home that needed to be fed. He left the mansion, heading home to take care of his pets.

The next morning, he slammed the piece of plastic against the wall in the hallway towards the evidence room. RK900, who had started calling himself Richard (he wasn’t going to call him that), looked at him with an unamused look which was expected by him. That was the same old RK unit he knew. The one that didn’t attempt to be human, but a machine. Gavin glared at the creature, sneering.

“I saw what you did yesterday,” he stated. It didn’t get much of a response from the android, only an eyebrow raise. “The stray cats and the mansion. What were you doing there?”

“Charity project,” he stated simply. “Connor suggested I do something in my spare time. I’ve chosen to do something for charity.”

“And what kind of fucking charity is that?” He sneered at the android.

“The kind that is none of your goddamn business,” RK900 states before pushing Gavin off. He walked back to his desk. Gavin threw a coffee cup toward the android, but it ignored the attempt. He hated this thing so fucking much. It drove him crazy for some reason. The detective went back to his desk to work on the cases he had. RK900 wasn’t human. He couldn’t chalk it up to him being a good person. Instead he stayed on edge about this who “charity” business. Besides, it’s not like a piece of plastic is really doing that of his own will.

It was in April when Gavin was investigating a new drug gang that had entered the city. He was put in charge of trying to find the leader of he gang to keep them from bringing in new, harder cases of Red Ice, which they nicknamed Blue Ice since it was blue. Same material used, but in heavier content. Everything was going fine in the investigation. He figured out that the leader a man named Matthew Timbers. Gavin had planned to arrest him. He had enough evidence on him to put him in jail for a long time. His report wasn’t just drug dealings, but he was also responsible for multiple murder charges. If Gavin caught him, he will be taking in one dangerous man.

He had cornered the guy in an old warehouse. RK900 was with him, as usual because for some reason they were partners in everything he did which annoyed him beyond imagination. He went around the back to keep him from escaping with the rest of the squad. He got everything in position. Gavin charged into the building with his gun drawn. He was ready to take them out. He run up the stairs with his part of the squad. They busted down the door. There were a few bullets flying to them. He hid behind the door, blocking it from anyone that tried escaping the building. A few times Gavin almost got hit, but he managed to get through the defenses. He dodge behind boxes, additional stuff that had filled the room.

The detective was closer to get the drug lord until RK900 came out of nowhere, punching him square in the jaw. He screamed, because something cracked or hurt badly as he quickly arrested the rest of the men in handcuffs. People came in to assist him, but Gavin was furious. He disobeyed orders by leaving his post. Though part of it was that he felt like he was outshined by this golden boy. It infuriated him. He felt like everything he did, all the hard work and all the nights he spent tracking him down felt like it was outshined by an android, a piece of plastic.

Gavin puffed a little bit as he went to take him in. Everyone was doing their job while the detective went the other direction to look around the place. It was filled with different parts, equipment, and materials. He sighed as he began taking in the different inventory that was there. He turned around to see that RK900 was there with him.

“Aren’t you supposed to be working on getting those guys rounded up?” He asked a bit annoyed by this.

“I noticed you seemed a bit irritated,” the piece of plastic stated. Like it was so easy to read human emotions. “Detective Reed, it was not my intention to take away credit. Everything is to you. I just… I worried about you. My body can be replaced easily, but yours cannot.”

“So, what you’re saying is that you didn’t want me getting hurt?” He asked glaring at him. “Like a friend?”

“Exactly like a friend,” RK900 said simply. Gavin was a bit taken aback by this. He looked at him with a bit with surprise. “I know we started off on the wrong footing, but after spending time with you I have found that you aren’t entirely terrible.”

“If you think I am going to befriend a piece of plastic you have another thing coming,” Gavin snapped at him. For a moment he saw a little hint of being hurt by his words flash in his eyes. Gavin had gotten used to the cold way that RK900 had been. Used to the neutral expression. This was the first time that he’s seen something more human, or as other people called it, alive. It was strange. “Look, I don’t need to befriend any androids.”

“But our professional work relationship remains the same?” He asked sounding he… it was hopeful. Gavin knew better than to refer androids were nothing. They weren’t even real people. They acted real, but nothing felt real. “Here I thought we were making progress.”

“We were never making any progress!” He snapped. He walked over to the android. He pressed his finger to his chest. “You and I work together. That’s it. You aren’t anything to me. Just another hunk of plastic, something that means nothing to me.”

Richard looked down at him. He noticed that there was a hint of something in his eyes. Maybe he was hurt. “Detective Reed, we have been through a lot together,” he began. “If you think of me as a piece of plastic then perhaps, we shouldn’t work together. There are those that would be more appropriate to work with than you.”

Gavin glared at the android even harder. For some reason he didn’t like the idea of him getting a new partner, but then the idea of working with the android filled him with anger. “You are fucking tin can I ought to condense you to scrap….” A gun was heard around the room. Apparently, there was someone hidden in this part of the building. It his Gavin on the shoulder as he fell against the android. Richard acted quickly shooting at the person. He managed to hit their shoulder. Officers rushed in.

“Go arrest him, I will help Detective Reed,” Richard said as he looked at the bleeding wound. He frowned seeing it. Gavin needed to get to the hospital quickly. “Officers, I will be taking Detective Reed to the hospital. The bullet hit him in a bad part of his shoulder.”

“I’ll be fine,” he groaned, though he knew it was bad.

Richard didn’t seem to pay attention as he dragged him outside of the building. He loaded him up in the car to take him there. Gavin complained the entire time about how he shouldn’t worry about him.

“I don’t see why you are worried about me when I was kind of an asshole to you,” he said with a breathy laugh.

“My brother told me it’s important to be the bigger person,” he stated simply. “That is what I am and tried to be. But you refuse to be cooperative then our professional relationship won’t work.”

Gavin found it strange that he referred Connor to as brother. But what do you expect from androids? “Supposed Connor is the closest thing you have to a brother,” he commented. “So, you’re just trying to be a better person.”

“Detective Reed, I wish for us to be friends,” Richard said. “However, if this won’t work for you then perhaps, I should rethink things.”

Gavin looked out the window, pain in his shoulder thinking over what the android just said. For a long time, he has been bitter, angry, and overall furious towards them. There was more to this though. He had issues with androids from the beginning. They were so uncanny in many terms of how they looked and tried to act human, but they weren’t. They were slaves to people. Slaves to be ordered around. His dad thought of them differently. He thought of them with potential and couldn’t get past that they didn’t have souls. A lot of people saw that.

“My dad was killed by an android,” he blurted out. Richard looked over to him. “Well, I say he was, but he wasn’t directly killed by one. Look, I’ll tell you later.”

“Detective, is this a way of opening up?” He asked with a bit of playfulness to his voice.

“Just get me to the hospital before I lose too much blood.”

Richard didn’t respond. He huffed continuing to look at the window. Not many people knew that’s why he hated androids. It was even harder to open to an android when all he saw were just parts and plastic. Glancing towards the android perhaps he was wrong. Only perhaps, however.

Gavin had been patched up he was sitting back in the DPD working a report about the incident and the drug bust. Surprisingly people still applauded him for the work. It kind of made him happy. Though when people were talking to Richard, he did point towards him. The android then came over to him, taking a seat across from him. Gavin could tell that he was expecting their conversation to continue from inside the car. This was a conversation that he wasn’t interested in happening, but… he was going to try. It was sort of the least he could do for being an asshole to him.

“Once I’m done with this report let’s go somewhere more private,” Gavin said looking around. “Don’t feel like sharing that with a bunch of people.”

Richard nodded his head in agreement. Gavin looked down at his report suddenly realizing that when talking about the android he used more human pronouns instead of it. Instead he used his name, pronouns to describe him, almost like the android was a person. Gavin submitted the report into the department before turning into him. He motioned for him to head out of the department. The two walked down the street a little bit to a coffee shop that was rather private because there was no way he was taking the android home.

They sat down at a table together looking at each other awkwardly. Richard wasn’t going to say anything first. He was waiting for Gavin to make the first move. He sighed scratching his head. “Your father,” he said first to prompt him to talk.

“My dad was a cop,” Gavin began. “I wanted to be like him. He was always my biggest supporter. We were close. Then androids began getting popular and things got complicated. They looked human, acted human, but weren’t human. It freaked me out. I didn’t hate them at first. My dad didn’t like how they were treated. He saw something in them that not everyone did. It wasn’t until people began viewing them more weirdly.

“A case came up where a couple went through a divorce. He was leaving her for the android.” He let out a sad laugh. “She wasn’t even deviant. The guy basically went insane and my dad was supposed to help bring him in. He had a gun… shot at people. My dad just happened to get fatally shot by the guy. But when he was killed the guy got arrested and the android was returned to the woman. Forced me to live with my mom, which is a different story entirely. Since then I blamed them for everything. They were just pieces of plastic.”

“You resented them,” Richard said giving him a sympathetic look. Gavin nodded without giving much information away. “Perhaps you can begin accepting androids a bit more now? We are partners after all.”

Gavin laughed a little bit, still feeling a bit empty inside, a bit depressed. Gavin liked Richard though. He could see them as friends. “Yeah. We can definitely become friends.”

This sort of began a friendship with Richard. Gavin began talking to him more at work in a friendly tone. Even not being as much of an asshole to Connor which through the android for a loop. It was gradual, but they began to talk more about interests. There were still things that Gavin didn’t know what the android did on his free time other than hang with his sorry ass, which was nice. He brought him to his apartment a few times for dinner where they watched movies. His cats loved Richard. They would snuggle next to him as the android would pet him.

It was during their weekly hangouts that Richard began open a little bit to him. He began talking about what he did on his free time. “I fix androids,” he explains. “After the revolution there were a lot of deformed androids. Markus made a home for them in a mansion. I go there to provide services to help fix them and help them out. Some of them just want a peaceful life.”

Gavin pat his cat gently thinking about how he hadn’t thought of how androids were damaged during the revolution. “What kind of androids are there?” He asked raising an eyebrow. “I won’t be any help because I know shit about repairing androids.”

“You could still come by,” he said with a smile. “It would be nice to see you and I’m sure others would think of you as being pretty neat.”

Gavin snorted a little laugh. “Oh god, did you just say neat?” He asked. Richard nodded his head. This android was something else. That didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy his company. He liked him a lot. Like his personality, like how nice he was. “But maybe I’ll come by. When do you work there next?”

“Tomorrow,” he answered. “You can just come by around seven to meet everyone there.”

Gavin smiled a little bit. He eats his Chinese food. He then noticed that Richard was looking at him a certain way that almost seemed soft. Happy even. Maybe he was content? It was hard to describe. But if he could describe the way he was looking at him he would define it as liking? It was odd.

The next day Gavin found himself at the mansion. He could tell there was a sign on the mansion that read: Refuge for Androids. This was going to be awkward. He came inside the place to see how o the different androids there. Then there was Richard laughing and smiling with a child android. He seemed so happy. Like this was what he was supposed to be doing. Gavin’s heart began to get a little bit faster seeing him interact with the other androids. Almost like he began to like him a little more. He hated this. He was charming, and it bothered him.

“Shit…” he said under his breath. He approached him with a smile. “Hey, Richard!” He looked at the android very much excited about seeing him.

“Gavin, you’re early,” he said with a small smile. “This is Eliot. I was fixing his arm.” The kid waved to him before going off. Richard smiled a little bit. “He’s shy around new people. This used to be someone’s mansion, but…” He paused briefly to find the words. “They experimented on androids. Tricked deviants and then tortured them. They remain here to help keep things going. I have where I can.”

Gavin saw a severely deformed android walking around with some other androids. He began to understand what he meant. He was helping them. Richard was genuinely interested in seeing these androids get a better life. Fuck. Why was he thinking of him in such a way? It was weird. He was an android. He wasn’t supposed to be feeling anything for them. Though the last couple months he liked him a little bit. Maybe now it was growing a lot. He tried to get himself calm a bit because he knew that he could sense his heartrate.

“Ready to go?” He asked suddenly disrupting his thoughts. “Let’s get you some food.”

The two began to get walking out of the place. One of the androids waved bye to him. He smiled a little bit as he waved back to them. Once they were outside Gavin did a little playful nudge. “Aren’t you the popular one,” he aid with a little bit of a laugh.

“I just no everyone there,” he stated simply. He looked at him with a bit of a smile. Richard was a little closer to him than he realized. “It was good to see you there. But I could tell it was awkward for you.”

“Just because I’m not used to them,” he defended himself. “I will admit that you seemed pretty happy doing that. Liked you enjoyed it.”

“I still like being your partner more,” Richard leaned over close. It was a bit of a smirk. “This is good for my free time when I’m not with you.”

Gavin was a little taken aback that someone genuinely enjoyed spending time with him. After the time they spent together it was nice. Gavin kind of thought that there might be a little more to this relationship than he originally thought. He smiled a little bit with a little blush playing on his cheeks. He liked Richard. Didn’t think he would get any sort of feelings for an android.

“Gavin, I’ve noticed a difference in your behavior,” Richard pointed out suddenly. “It’s been changing over the last couple weeks. I’ve been worried about it but seeing as it isn’t effecting anything negatively it’s not been noticeable.”

“Like, what do you mean by changes?” He asked a little bit nervously.

“You get more flustered when I am around, your heart beats a little faster, and you seem to get a little redder when I talk to you.” As he explained his greatest fears came to the life. He realized that he might have…” It’s come to my conclusion you have feelings for me.” He paused a little bit looking at Gavin. “Am I wrong on this conclusion?”

“Well… you’re not wrong…” Gavin tried to calm down as he tried thinking of something. “It’s just hard to explain.”

Richard suddenly grabbed his hand looking at him deep in his eyes. Gavin felt so exposed at this moment. His heart was beating fast in his chest as he looked at him. He was nervous about what would come out of his mouth next. He watched him intensely.

“I like you too,” he said with a soft smile. “I know this might be forward, but I feel something between us. Even if you aren’t ready for anything, I feel something.”

If you had told Gavin months ago, he would have feelings for this android then he would have laughed. Loudly. Would have been much more of an asshole if this was done earlier. But it was happening now. He was considering diving into a romantic relationship with him. This android felt something. He felt happiness, sadness, concern, empathy, and love. Gavin wouldn’t have believed in a year ago, a moth ago, but this moment he had never seen him so vulnerable. He was alive.

“I like you, but I can’t say it’s love yet,” Gavin with a bit of a smile. “But I’m willing to give this relationship a shot. What do you think?”

“I think I like that a lot,” Richard aid giving him a soft kiss.

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skycrystal23 · 6 years ago

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Just Domestic Things

Summary: A few months after the revolution Kara and Luther learn to integrate into normal domestic life. They experience things like first jobs, first vacations, first parent teacher interviews. Alice also gains a large family of brothers, aunt’s, uncles, and even a grandfather figure when they head to Detroit on vacation. They all fall into the routine of domestic things.

Characters: Kara, Luther, Alice, Markus and co, Connor, Hank, RK900 {Nines}, Gavin Reed

Words: 3 000 {approx.}

Warnings: None just pure fluff!

Canada was safe.

It was everything Kara had imagined for her and her little family. For the first month they stayed with Rose’s brother in Ontario, he and wife were so kind. Alice even made friends with his daughter. All good things came to an end when Rose found them a place to stay, a small apartment in a tall building in a neighbouring town. There were things the three of them had to figure out for themselves now. She and Luther had quite the discussion whether to send Alice to school or not. After all, she wasn’t human and androids were still very much illegal in this country.

There was the worry that Alice didn’t physically age and she couldn’t stay in the same grade forever. Maybe teachers or other parents would recognize them when they would pick her up from class? It was very distressing just thinking about it. Luther managed to lower her stress levels with his low voice and kind words. They would discuss the issue of schooling once they were fully moved in. The move wasn’t long as they didn’t own much; mostly they brought with them the clothes on their backs.

They finally crossed the schooling bridge.

The two parents, Alice considered Luther just as much as a father as Kara was her mother, mutually decided that schooling would be the best for Alice. At least until the year was up. Alice started school in September and the two waved her off with tears in their eyes at the bus stop. She would have to take the bus to and from school until they could purchase a car. Luther was the first to get a job as a bouncer at a local club. It was a pretty low level job and he was a big intimidating guy, who wouldn’t hire him? At this point Luther was willing to take any job he could get, unfortunately he would have to leave in the evening and work all night.

Kara was the next to snag a job working as a secretary in a large tech company. The job was fairly easy she was basically a glorified babysitter for the office. Kara quickly made friends with a few of the workers and Luther would sometimes have to force her to go out and hang out with said friends. She had a framed picture of Alice on her desk and a few of her drawn pictures hung up on the small corkboard she had. Everyone asked if she had a special someone in her life. Every time she would look away and let out a nervous laugh, and maybe she would think of Luther a little. Everyone’s jaws dropped when Luther showed up at the office with lunch for Kara one day – she left her lunch at home that morning.

Everyone in the office watched to see where he’d go and to their surprise their sweet mom-friend of the office jumped up and walked over to the giant. “You forgot your lunch at home Kara, I thought I’d drop it off.” Kara would have the biggest smile on her face. These two were so in love everyone could see it. This would be the talk of the office for weeks. Kara wouldn’t hear the end of it. In the end she lied and said he was her husband. After all, they had to keep their facade that they were a human family up.

Parent teacher interviews were nerve-wracking.

Luther was a paranoid father the entire time. Before they could even leave he kept asking if his outfit was ‘daddish’ enough. Kara helped him dress giving him some black pants and a floral button-up to wear. The shirt was Alice’s idea, she thought he looked great. There were so many parents there. It was hard to keep track of Alice as she kept running off whenever she saw one of her friends. Out of nervousness Luther ended up taking a hold of Kara’s hand, they walked around holding hands for the rest of the night. Alice’s teacher had nothing but compliments for their daughter which only made them more proud.

In the end they managed to plan several play dates for Alice and her friends and even received a few invitations for upcoming birthday parties that Alice was invited to. The bus ride home was quiet and comfortable. Alice was busy sitting across from them looking out the window; Luther grabbed her hand again and gave it a firm squeeze. It would be a lie to say that Kara’s face didn’t turn bright blue. By the time they were home they sent Alice to bed and Luther left for work. Kara made sure to read Alice a book before heading to her own room.

Androids didn’t require sleep but they could mimic sleep by going into stasis mode. Her internal clock would have her awake by seven in the morning to wake Alice up to get ready for school. Luther would arrive home just as she was leaving for work. For a long time her and Luther would be stuck in limbo with their feelings. They both did like each other but at the same time Alice was still their number one priority. Alice talked Luther into it and he eventually asked Kara out on a real date.

Vacations were so necessary.

Once they got a car, which took a lot of saving, the first thing they did was take a weeklong vacation. Alice was pulled from school and they drove out to the border. It was a long drive and they stopped at many landmarks along the way (Alice has a bunch of knick-knacks and post cards in her room now). They went back to pay Detroit a well needed visit. After all, the revolution ended eleven months ago now. A lot has changed since they fled to Canada. The three of them paid Rose and Adam a visit and stayed at their farm house for the night. Rose was so thrilled to hear how the three of them were doing.

While in Detroit they replenished their Thirium levels. Kara insisted that they pay a visit to Markus to thank him for his help. Apparently Markus lived in a mansion? This mansion was huge. Markus was happy to see them and glad to know that they weren’t dead. Alice got to paint with Markus, have Josh teach her about history, go to the park with Simon, and North taught her some self-defense. Markus almost shut down when Alice called him Uncle Markus. North and Kara got along surprisingly well. The four core members of Jericho were honestly like an extended family. Okay so maybe their little family was expanding?

They went for walks in Detroit’s parks while on vacation, Alice loved the outdoors. Honestly the two of them couldn’t be happier to see their daughter so excited and full of smiles. Luther and Kara almost exploded with stress when Alice was suddenly pinned down by a rather large dog. The owner came running over yelling and Kara almost stopped functioning for the second time when she saw that it was Connor. The RK800 pulled the dog off of Alice and offered the little girl a hand. It took him less than a second to realize who they were and gave them a very timid smile. He remembers how he almost got them killed back when he was just a machine. An older man came jogging up to them, he was very obviously human.

It turns out his name is Hank Anderson and he’s a police Lieutenant at the DPD. “So, you’re the people Connor here told me about.” He’s rather rough around the edges but a real softie once you warm up to him.

“Can we go play at the park?” Alice is jumping up and down and pointing to the nearby playground.

Kara notices how she’s pointing to Connor as well. She’s rather apprehensive to let her go and play with the same android that was hunting them down nearly a year ago. Nonetheless, Kara can never say no so she goes to the park with them. Hank and Luther sit on a bench nearby and talk about ‘dad things’. Kara and Connor take turns pushing Alice on the swing. The two are quite quiet. Kara is normally a forgiving person and although Connor has apologized before she is still wary around the ex-deviant-hunter. She’s startled when she hears his voice inside her head. They’ve been living around humans for so long she forgot that they could make mental connections.

The RK800 starts apologizing profusely and although he was smiling on the outside his shaky voice in the connection gave away his guilt. “I’m sorry too Connor.” From her lengthy time being a mother she realizes how everyone makes mistakes and not everyone can control what they’re doing. All is forgiven and Connor becomes a sort of older brother to Alice. The two of them were running around with Sumo for the rest of the afternoon. Kara had to suppress her laughter whenever she heard Hank make a sarcastic comment. Hank is definitely a grumpy grandpa.

On their last day of vacation in Detroit they meet up with Markus and company in the morning to say their goodbyes. All four of them shower Alice in gifts to take home with her. Uncle Markus gives her some paint, Uncle Josh gifts a book, Uncle Simon gives her a camera, and Auntie North gives Alice some brass knuckles. Kara and Luther were mildly horrified by the last gift. Their next stop was the police precinct; Alice had two drawings she wanted to give Connor and Hank. They mistake RK900 for Connor. He looks so similar to Connor yet so different. The more they look at him the more different they realize he is from Connor.

His name is Nines and his partner is quite the character. Everyone in the precinct has to double-take because Gavin Reed is actually so soft when it comes to children. Alice is quite fond of Gavin to Luther and Kara’s dismay. Connor and Hank find them soon enough once they realize what all the other officers are looking at. “Alright Reed step away from the kid before you scare her to death and take your ken doll with you.” Hank waves the detective away who looks about ready to hurl an insult. Gavin is surprisingly respectful to Kara, he maybe or maybe not intimidated by her boyfriend, which confuses everyone else.

Alice presents her drawings to Connor and Hank who graciously accept them. Connor treats this crayon drawing as if it were a piece from Van Goghs gallery. Nines is much more quiet than Connor, more perceptive and judging. His gaze is harsh when aimed at everyone else but it’s much softer when he’s speaking to Alice. The small android asks if Connor is Nines’ older brother and Connor is quick to say that he is. So now Alice has two older brother figures? Alice drags Nines and Connor off to do some drawing in the kid’s area of the precinct. “So, when’s the wedding?” Hank asks.

Luther and Kara just about shut down from embarrassment. Were they going to get married, did they need to? The visit to the precinct is short lived when they get a call about a homicide. Alice is sad to leave her new extended family but excited to tell her friends all about her vacation. The drive back across the border has all three of their stress levels raised to significant levels; at least they aren’t conducting temperature checks anymore. They make it home and the next day Alice is back in school. For show and tell she talks about her trip to Detroit and talks about her family. At the next parent teacher interview Luther and Kara have to talk about their large family that they hadn’t previously mentioned before.

Alice is always video chatting with her brothers. Alice wants to be a detective just like them when she’s older. Kara and Luther are saddened by this; sometimes Alice forgets that she won’t grow older like her friends. Her parents just want her to be like any other kid. Summer holiday starts and Alice is sad that she won’t see her friends. The two parents did some research on how fast children age and grow and decide that Alice can head into the next grade. Alice has a sleepover with some of her friends, Luther is everyone’s dad. Swimming is fun and Alice enjoys it. The three of them get good use out of the community swimming pool downstairs.

They just love seeing how happy Alice is.

Seven months after the revolution and androids are still forbidden in Canada. They are constantly worrying for Alice’s safety. If she were to get injured they wouldn’t know what to do. Before school starts again they take another trip to Detroit to see the family. A lot of pictures are taken while there. Connor and Nines offer to watch Alice while Luther takes Kara out for another date night. The RK twins are chaotic babysitters. Also, Gavin and Nines are closer than originally thought so Alice officially calls him Uncle Gavin. The detective threatens to disassemble both Connor and Nines if they breathe a word about this to the precinct.

Luther takes Kara to an art gallery because he knows how much she loves art. Their whole apartment is covered head to toe in paintings, photography, and anything she finds artistic. The two of them really love each other so it isn’t surprising when Luther gets down on one knee and proposes. Of course, Kara is a sobbing mess as she accepts the ring. She didn’t expect to be so happy. She gives Luther the most passionate kiss ever and she doesn’t care whose watching. They don’t have much money so the ring is a simple silver wedding band. Kara notices how Luther’s name is engraved on the inside of the ring in cursive letters.

They’re smiling like idiots when they show up to Gavin Reed’s apartment (Nines is a temporary guest living there). Their smiles disappear when they see Alice standing on top of a coffee table residing over her ‘kingdom’. Said kingdom was made up of Connor, Nines, Uncle Gavin, and Uncle Gavin’s four cats. How did their little family grow so much? Alice’s eyes lit up when she saw her parents, she nearly fell off the coffee table and onto her bottom from how fast as was going. Luther caught her when she jumped at him and held her close. “Hello Alice, did you have fun?” The girl was quick to nod her head. The two RK units and the detective stood and looked to their feet, all three of the mildly embarrassed.

Once they got over their initial embarrassment Connor and Nines were quick to find the silver ring on Kara’s finger. Everyone was happy for them, no one more than Alice though. Nines even cracked a smile and after elbowing Gavin in the side the human detective muttered congratulations. This new information spread like wildfire through their family. Kara and Luther could only guess that Connor told Markus who in turn told Simon, North, and Josh. A little celebration was held at Markus’s home for the two engaged androids.

Familial gatherings.

They needed to do more of those.

Kara didn’t know what to do with all of this attention on her. Luther was quiet; all the boys made him feel a part of the group. Everyone asked when the wedding was. The two of them had yet to decide. It would most likely be small a wedding. They could only afford so much at this time. After the get together they embarked back on their drive to Canada. Everything went back into their usual routine once they arrived back home. Alice was happy to be back and headed to her bedroom to put herself into a well-needed stasis mode. Luther turned the television on which had been left on the Jazz music station, he may or may not have picked up a fondness for that type of music after hanging out with Hank.

Perhaps he even grabbed Kara’s hand after hearing the enchanting music and pulled her to the middle of the living room. Through whispered words he may have even asked her to dance with him. Kisses planted to her forehead, the swaying of their hips, and the sparkle in their gaze when they looked at each other – this was love. Screw everyone who ever said androids couldn’t love. The two didn’t see the little android with her camera taking a few pictures of her parents swaying together. In the morning Kara would be standing in front of the mirror in their shared room fixing her blue blazer for work. “You look perfect Kara, you’ll always look perfect.” Her face turned blue whenever he would compliment her.

Each day they were learning more and more about themselves and about how to be a family. They wouldn’t ever be normal and they knew that. But little things like going to work, assisting Alice with homework (although she didn’t need help), heading on vacation to visit family, going to school functions, and waking out of stasis in a comforting embrace – yeah, those were just domestic things.

A/N: I would love to write more about this, please do send me prompts for this family. I’d really love to write about their wedding which I’ll probably do next. Anyways, my ask box is always open and I’m always happy to take writing requests!

#detroit: become human #detroit become human #DBH #dbh fanfic #dbh kara #dbh alice #dbh luther #dbh luther x kara #literally every core person in dbh is in this

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slurrmp · 6 years ago

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a/n: okay this is gonna be rusty and probably NOTvery interesting at all. omi’s new dbh oc week has brought the queen out and wanted me to write this tiny one shot. so i hope you enjoy - this is set probably during R A Y ‘S (brownman) playthrough, where connor stayed a machine, but stilled failed his mission and the rk900 (conan) was produced in order to replace him. i might turn this into a series

based upon THESE PROMPTS. send some in if you want.

“Don’t act like this doesn’t hurt you.” “It’s tearing me apart, but I’d rather fake it until the end.”

it’s like there was a giant elephant in the room. neither one of them speaking about the incident that occurred almost two weeks ago. the issue of connor not going deviant seemed to be one of many things that had changed between riley coming home and the events of the android revolution, nothing dramatic had come out of it, like for example a BOMB or hell a lot of human deaths but riley knew that things weren’t going to be the same - never again.

her shoulders hunched as she shifted in her seat and hank sighed. blue eyes flickered upwards and she STARED at her father ... his faced was twisted slightly in pain and riley was HELPLESS to do anything about it ... her own cybernetic implants would help regenerate any broken skin or defuse pain just slightly, but hank had refused that treatment, refused to let any mechanical part be placed inside his body - if only YOU had given me the same choice - she thought bitterly and hank let his eyes focus on his daughter.

“ what? ” he almost snapped and she heaved air out of her nose, connor had pushed him off the side of the BUILDING. connor, hank’s partner, riley’s ... friend had betrayed the pair of them. however, the part that confused riley was the fact that he had made sure there was something UNDERNEATH hank when he pushed him, that his fall wouldn’t have been life threatening. but it was still that ANDROID - his partner that had physically pushed him over the edge after a confrontation between the two. hank did not want to talk about it - did not even want to think about it, but the fact that captain fowler had forced hank to stay home for the next couple of weeks to recover, was just making the lieutenant antsy.

“ don’t act like this doesn’t hurt you. ” riley spoke as she shoved her last bit of steak into her mouth. red coloured lips pressed together hard as she chewed the piece in her mouth longer than what was required and hank let his head fall down as another sigh escaped his lips. riley thought that her relationship between herself and connor had been progressing - that he would HAVE deviated if given the chance JUST so that he could feel something towards her, so that he wouldn’t have been a s l a v e to cyberlife any longer. “ don’t act like ... you don’t want to find out where the hell they’re keeping him. ” riley had suggested they go to cyberlife headquarters and search for connor almost immediately after hank was released from the hospital ... that he must be there somewhere since captain allen and his team had not been able to capture him or find him afterwards.

it wasn’t until riley did some digging (you didn’t think music was ALL she was into did you ?) and found that they had begun to scrap the rk800 model to make way for their new and improved rk900. faster, taller more efficient at his JOB. riley knew that if THAT was allowed to be rolled out onto the force, into the streets, the deviants would have no chance of surviving the next couple of months. hank tilted his head to the side and all but slammed his beer down onto the table, causing riley to jump slightly in her seat - startling her out of her thoughts.

“ it’s tearing me apart. ” it wasn’t the answer that riley thought he would come out with. she knew her father, knew that he would rather FAKE a smile and an emotion instead of telling someone the truth, even if that someone was his own flesh and blood. “ but i’d rather fake it until the end. ” riley stared at him for a couple of seconds, before hank scoffed and stood from his chair, the legs grinding along the wooden floor - grabbing his plate and moving over to the sink. “ riley i’ve tried. ” he started, almost throwing the plate into the skin, before he rested his hands against the bench and leaned forward. “ i have asked cyberlife but they’re not telling me anything. ”

“ you can’t give up on him that easily. ” riley stood as well, blonde hair falling in front of her eyes. “ he tried to kill you i know and i am so fucking pissed that he did that ... but it wasn’t him. dad, he was being CONTROLLED. ”

“ riley, enough. ” hank in this time had turned around, hands pushing into the front pocket of his jumper, grey hair falling in front of his own eyes - they were tried and done and riley’s heart pulled at the FACE of her father looking so defeated and upset. she HATED seeing him like this.

“ he MADE sure that there was something UNDERNEATH you before he pushed you off. ” a hand came up and pushed away the strands of her hair - stepping around the table, riley crossed her arms over her chest. “ he didn’t want to kill you. we HAVE to find - ”

“ riley, i said enough ! ” the raised tone in his voice made her voice stutter to a stop and her mouth clamp shut, arms tightened over her chest even more. hank had straightened up and his hands fell to his sides. he never liked shouting at his children but he was tired and sore and depressed once more. “ the new rk model has already been scheduled to come and work at the precinct tomorrow morning. ” he turned and began to walk towards his bedroom. “ i can’t do anything about it. ”

riley watched the retreating figure of her father and winced when his bedroom door slammed shut. a shuddering breath escaped her lips, as her head tilted downwards as she fought the tears that wanted to fall onto her cheeks. riley breathed in deep, before she then tilted her head backwards, blinked away the tears and cleared her throat.

tongue came out and swiped over her BOTTOM lip. she wasn’t about to give up on connor ... even if he hadn’t deviated. she knew there was something in his programming that was forcing him NOT too - she just prayed that cyberlife hadn’t k i l l e d him yet.

#* & KEELEY WRITES.#dbh #dbh one shot #dbh oc #connor x reader #dbh connor x reader #hank anderson #riley anderson #tHIS ONE HURTS ME.#THIS IS ALSO A MESS BUT #WELL ... I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THE ANGST #AND THE P A I n.

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trliteraltrash-fics · 6 years ago

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Night Terrors

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Summary: Model RK900, Conan Anderson, has some trouble sleeping.

Inspired by @thebunnyartist ‘s Connor Brother’s AU!

(for a better reading experience - https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLKhgB28YExK_pMv5CSjWkv5XK89NAVJVe )

Androids couldn’t dream, not really. So when the model RK900 - no - when Conan , found out that he could dream, it terrified him. His brothers would go to bed for the night, seeming more, and more deviant as time went on. He had no doubt that without the LEDs stuck to their temples, they would look like an ordinary group of humans despite having the same face.

Conan would spend the evenings sitting on the couch, Sumo laying on his uniform legs as he pet the shaggy dogs fur. He was doing that now, programming having adapted to the routine of petting Sumo. Although, the pace at which he was doing so had slowed, blue ring turning yellow with the process of going to sleep.

Not that he could stop it, but Conan found himself somewhere entirely different. It wasn’t Amanda’s Garden, but rather a box shaped room. At least, that’s what he could see with his scanner on the fritz. It was stupid not to get that fixed, but he hadn’t wanted to bother Hank about it. The room was dark, that much he could tell.

Trying to stand left him bent, his head coming to touch the head about a foot before his full height. It left him uncomfortable, but not in pain, more because he couldn’t feel it than anything.

Looking around the room he wasn’t sure what to make of it, what was the test here? What was the purpose?

“Hello, Conan.” He heard a voice, it sounded like Colton, his oldest brother. But it was incredibly different. Turning to his left, he saw a figure, a dim amber light showing against the darkness.

“Colton? You shouldn’t be here.” He says. He knew it was a test, at least, that’s what he thought it was.

“You’re a not a deviant Conan. You’re much worse than that, y’know?” Conan couldn’t help but furrow his brow, trying to process what was being said.

“What do you mean? I know I’m not an adequate brother, but I hardly see how I’m worse than any other deviant.” He stepped as best he could on his long legs, towards his brother. He could feel the way his regulator - heart - pulsing the blue blood through his circuitry.

“You’re just not one of us , Conan.” He said, not stepping any closer, but pushing him, the force having him hit his head and landing painfully against the floor. It didn’t make any rational sense. Colton hadn’t physically touched him, and yet here he was, on the floor.

Looking at the dark ceiling, he saw his brothers crowd around him. All with disappointed expressions on their faces. He didn’t want to name the feeling that ran through him.

“Wh-What do you mean?” The only question he could ask, lacking his composure as the environment morphed and brightened quickly. Compared to the dark of the room, the brightness had him shutting his eyes so that his processors - brain - could catch up.

Looking around again, he saw himself in Hanks - their - living room. The place was clean, as clean as it could be living with Hank. A Detroit Police department hoodie was draped over the couch, rug uneven, coffee mugs littering the table and a few empty bottles of jack.

It left Conan concerned - was Hank relapsing? - He hadn’t picked up the bottles for at least a month now. He couldn’t just throw it away.

“Hank?” He called, looking around, but no one was there. Not in the living room, he looked around the kitchen, the bathroom, and even Hanks room. But he found nothing. When he heard the door open, he snapped his gaze around, jogging out to where he heard his brothers talking.

They had groceries with them. Too many for Hank alone, to eat before it would be spoiled. Briefly, he wondered if Hank had forgotten that Androids didn’t eat. If that was the case, his brothers would have surely reminded him before they purchased so much.

“Hey - uh, - Conan.” Hank said, gaining his attention over the other boys. “Pack this away, would ya?”

“Of course… But why did you purchase so much food, Hank?”

The question gained the attention of not only the lieutenant but,his brothers as well. There was a pause, one that stretched out before Colin laughed.

“Did you hear it, Dad?” He asked, Connor shaking his head.

“It’s strange for it to call you Hank too.”

“Doesn’t it usually call you ‘lieutenant’?” Colton asked, bright eyes shining with curiosity from the oldest boy.

Hank looked at Conan, his eyebrows furrowed. “Just pack the damn food away. Fucken androids, jesus.”

Conan couldn’t help the pain he felt. Real pain. He wasn’t supposed to be able to feel it, but he did, his body moving on its own. His own actions not his own as he did what he was told. Packing each item away with speed and efficiency.

He wasn’t one of them.

He was an it.

Just a fucking android.

He didn’t want to feel this. He turned, his gaze falling on Connor, who was smiling at him. Up close, that’s when he could see it. The freckles on his brothers face, the tuft of hair that always hung over his forehead no matter what he did with it. The brown of his eyes.

The missing LED.

He couldn’t help but stare at the older boy’s temple, the missing light such a stark difference to what he was used to.

“Thanks for putting those away.” Connor said, reaching for an apple and taking a bite. Connor’s gaze turned to Hank. “These are great apples, Dad!” he calls.

Androids didn’t eat .

He moved his gaze to his brothers, who he thought were his brothers. His gaze scanned them. He couldn’t find any bio components. Couldn’t see any LEDs. They were just like Hank.

They were human.

He came to that realisation like he was being put through a crop harvester. He hadn’t felt like this before. Everything hurt. He felt like his biocomponents would shut down. But there were no warnings. Nothing to suggest that he was physically injured.

He walked over to the boys, tension in his shoulders. His gaze scanning each one. His eyebrows furrowed. “You’re human?”

“Well, yeah. Thanks for pointing that out, captain obvious.” Colin said, slipping Hanks hoodie over his head and shoulders.

“That’s impossible… You’re supposed to be androids.” he says, trying to make sense of the situation, could they have been upgraded? LEDs taken out?

“We’re not like you, Conan. We’re not made of plastic.” Connor said, taking another crunching bite from his apple.

“Guys, give the bucket of bolts a break.” Colton said, looking amused. “It can’t help being defective. It’s probably a software issue.”

Defective?

“I’m not broken.” He says, shaking his head. “I’m not a deviant.”

“That much’s for sure.” Hank said, opening one of the bottles of Jack. “You’re just a machine, go - go stand in the corner or something. You’re really starting to piss me off.”

“No.” He shakes his head, the ache in his heart worse. Hank was the one who told him to stop referring to himself as just a machine. He wasn’t a machine. He just wasn’t .

“Excuse me?” Hank said. Voice measured and commanding, that of a true father.

“I - I said no, Hank.” Conan said, watching as Hank stood up, the expression on his face, and his brothers turning hostile as they circled him, the lights buzzing loudly, almost immediately starting to screech in his ears. He put his hands over them, hunching over as his hands pressed against his ears.

The light brightened before blowing the bulb, the room descending into darkness. The reflection of eyes holding nothing but hatred filled his vision as he was physically hit. Something blunt and hard had hit him over the back, and there was nothing he could do to stop himself from falling, hitting his chin on the side of the coffee table as he went down. They didn’t sound like themselves, so aggressive and determined to hit him. He felt so heavy. So pushed aside and rejected.

He didn’t belong.

He could see the warning signs, his biocomponents were starting to fail. He couldn’t push himself away, no matter how hard he tried. He felt so heavy, he couldn’t tell which way was up or down any more. He could only feel the blunt hits of what was probably a bat. Non-critical damage. His scans told him. It wasn’t bad but it felt horrible.

He tried to yell, tried to make a sound of protest. But he physically couldn’t. There was something stopping him from opening his mouth. So much was going on, he couldn’t do it. It was irrational. His family wouldn’t hurt him. They cared about him. They loved him. But if they did-

Why would they do this?

Conan felt an intense heat, like he was physically overheating. He closed his eyes, everything in his programming begging him to defend himself. All he could do was scream.

Conan lifted his gaze, finding himself in the living room, Sumo whining near the couch. His brothers were around him, large eyes full of concern. LEDs shining in various stages of amber and bright scarlet. Hanks hands on the sides of his head.

“Conan? Conan are you alright?” Hank asks, gaze directly down at him.

“I’m okay… I’m - I’m okay…” He says, trying to process what just happened. Was it another dream? Did he fall asleep? Why was he lying down?

“He’s lying, Dad.” Colton says, eyebrows furrowed, pointing at Conans LED. “His stress level is at 85 percent.”

Connor puts his hand against Conan’s. The pairs gaze steadying each other has their skin retracts. Connor trying to soothe him, only to take a very human breath, tears welling up the older brothers eyes.

“Connor, what is it?” Colin turned to his gaze to the Connor, eyes flicking between him and their father-figure.

“Conan, how long has this been going on?” Hank asks before Connor can say anything, pulling Conan up by his shoulders so the boy is sitting upright. Hank sits behind him.

“It’s nothing… It’s not a problem. It’s just a bug. It can be fixed.” He says, voice unsure as ever from the usually most composed of the brothers.

“Bullshit. Conan, that’s complete bullshit.” Hank told him.

“Conan, we’re here for you.” Colin said, placing his hand over both his brothers, skin coming away to connect with the pair. His own LED flashing scarlet before settling to amber again.

“It’s nothing - I can handle it. It’s fine - it’s-” Colton gasps and stares at Conan - when had he connected his hand? “You’re a liar. We’d never do any of that to you!”

Conan’s older brothers stared at him, each of them with varying degrees of stress written over their teary-eyes faces.

“Conan, son. Listen to me.” Hank said, placing his hand on Conan’s shoulder. The young android turning his head to look at his owner - no - his father. “How long has this been going on?”

Conan couldn’t help but stare at him. How long? His eyebrows knitted together. The simulations started… 0.52 years… 189 days? When he first started inhabiting the same space as his brothers? Could he really tell them that?

He supposed he had no choice.

“Six months…?” He says, his gaze turning to the floor as Hank drew his brow together in a scrunched line. He didn’t seem very pleased with the information.

“Why didn’t you come to me about this sooner?”

“It’s nothing… Hank please I-”

“Conan, it’s not nothing.” Hank says, voice as tired as it is concerned. “Tell me what happened.”

Conan tightened his fingers over Connors, his brothers crowded in from of him in silence, waiting for him to answer Hank. He could feel the concern they felt for him through his fingertips. It made him tear up, feeling so loved and cared for.

“I - I just…” He tried to start, taking a breath that he knows only purpose to cool down his internal circuitry. “I’m so different from the rest of you - I don’t belong - I’m just a machine - designed to-”

He felt Hanks arms pull him back into his chest.

One hand was running through his hair, the other around his middle, just under his heart. He heard sniffles from his brothers, his eyes on them as Hank spoke to him, frown and no doubt furrow of his brows evident in his voice.

“Of course you belong here Conan. And you’re not just a goddamn machine. You’re my son.”

His son.

Conan couldn’t help the tears that spilled from his eyes. He knew he didn’t belong. At least, that what he told himself. The way that the others connected and interacted so easily. He just couldn’t. He couldn’t be ‘casual.’ But here they were, surrounding him, his brothers crying with him, Faces filled with pain as he stared at them.

“You’re different, son. But it’s not like I’m going to love you any less for it.” Hank said, gruff tone full of concerned reassurance which Conan wasn’t sure he deserved.

Not that he could entertain the thought for very long as his brothers descended upon him. More limbs warping around him and Hank than he knew what to do with as his tears overwhelmed him in a rush of feeling that left him unable to tell if they were physical, or emotional. He couldn't help the way he sobbed, fingers gripping into the fabric of the closest shirt. He felt the firm hold of Hank around him and the boys. The way they all held the youngest Anderson.

Conan couldn't help the fact that he had started crying, nor could he help the sick twist of his mind that told him Android's don't cry, nor do they feel. He knew that to be true, and yet, he didn't want to care anymore.

He wasn't just an Android anymore.

He had a family who were all around him. Someone - probably Colton - whispering that it would be okay. That they love him. He moves his arms, reaching up to hug the pair of his brothers in front of him, Colin and Connor. His head leaning against the shoulder of his second eldest brother.

Conan felt the uncomfortable heat of his internal circuitry and the level of his stress. 70 percent. He wasn’t physically connected to his brothers now, but he could feel the vitality with which they cared for him. It was all so overwhelming. He didn’t want to cry. Didn't want to worry them or cause them to think any less of him for having problems.

He didn’t want to believe that they thought he deserved all of this. And yet, somehow, they had decided for him. That he deserved this despite failing aspects of each mission he was given. He knew he was a failure, and yet they still loved him as if he wasn’t such a disappointment.

He took a breath, trying to cool himself down. He didn’t want to overheat or cause himself to go back into standby. It wouldn’t help anything.

“I love you.”

The words were whispered as he said them, and he wasn’t sure hank or even his brothers had heard him. But he knew he had said them, and with the way the arms tightened around him, he knew they had heard him.

“We love you too, son.” Hank said, fingers still running through Conan’s hair.

#Detroit: Become Human #RK900 #RK800 #Connor RK800 #Colin #Colin RK800-60 #RK800-60 #Conan RK900 #Conan #Connor Siblings AU #Brother AU #hank anderson #flu #angst #hurt and comfort #nightmares

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pointedly-foolish · 5 years ago

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word count: 1090

pairing: connor | rk800/oc

genre: gen

summary: « oh wait, where's...? the detective exclaimed as they rummaged through their bag. i must've... sorry i really need to... they trailed off. wait here. »

the android simply nodded as he watched the figure scurry away to some part of the precinct.

a/n: trying to unblock myself and start writing again... so i decided to write some oc x canon stuff as tiny exercise... kinda funny thing that i wrote to also flesh out my oc in a way,,,? ya boi fell in a hole of oc x canon that he thought he would avoid for the longest of times lmao,,, one (1) android controls my life end me,,, in case you do decide to read this, tiny pointers to not be confused: - in this au connor, 60, and rk900 are deviant and work at the DPD. since they're considered rookies (only started officially working as a detective for about a month) they're assigned partners; connor with hank, conan (rk900) with gavin, colin (60) with my oc esmé. - this ficlet mentions my friend's (@miusmius) oc, Ona Boix, who is also a detective at the DPD (i included her in the artwork, and by default in this work)... i don't own her, she doesn't belong to me... so she's not part of the whole au...

the drawing was made cuz i wanted to do a challenge where i draw a bunch of different ppl lol

i think that's about it? hope you enjoy this silly thing.

{ [ X | ᴱˣᴬᴹᴵᴺᴱ ᴰᴱˢᴷ ] }

[ ａｎａｌｙｓｉｎｇ... ] [ ᴬᴺᴬᴸᵞˢᴵˢ ᶜᴼᴹᴾᴸᴱᵀᴱ: ᴸᴬᴹᵞ 2000 ᶠᴼᵁᴺᵀᴬᴵᴺ ᴾᴱᴺ, ᴾᴿᴼᴰᵁᶜᵀ ᶜᴼᴰᴱ ᴸᴹᵞ-ᴸ01ᴱᶠ ]

he pushed aside the rest of the result, ignoring the trivial information such as material (black polycarbonate—makrolon and stainless steel), and swiped the pen up, inspecting the pen’s body. on it was a delicately etched “connor anderson”, coining it as his pen, the one that was gifted to him. stuffing it into his pocket, he now realised how much of the detective’s belongings weren’t actually theirs: hank’s music player, det. collins’ notepad, and headphones he swore he last saw with officer chen. baffled at how no one has noticed yet, he collected said items to be returned after. though most of the stolen goods are of little value and easily replaceable, he settled to discuss the detective’s kleptomaniac tendencies with them soon.

« hey, i’m back! sorry for making you wait... we can go now, suggested a voice from his far right. he turned his head to face its source before nodding. – alright. »

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