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iwonderwh0 · 8 months

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I've been replaying dbh lately, and: I unlocked Amanda's profile in the gallery and realized I'd forgotten one important detail. That Amanda has the authority and ability to remotely deactive Connor, at any second. The only reason she didn't during the escape of Jericho or Night of the Soul was because he was still UsefulTM. As she could assume control of him anytime, anywhere, but needed him to ingratiate himself to the Jericrew and get close to them before murdering Markus on live TV (and i wondered about that for a while - why wait, why not just kill Markus in the church, or hell, even immediately after deviating at Jerico - but i suppose it's a much bigger negative impact on public opinion to watch an android kill the deviant leader live. Their support is still tenuous, at best. This would likely tip plenty of people into believing that deviants are, in fact, unstable, unpredictable, and dangerous.)

But also...the fact that Amanda could have Thanos snapped Connor at any moment and he would have crumpled to the ground like an electrocuted pigeon. I just feel like, that as a fandom, we don't talk about this aspect of her nearly enough.

Imagine, if you will, Hank waiting for Connor at ass fucking o'clock (for him), freezing his ass off and hoping and waiting Connor wasn't hurt, wasn't laying dead in a ditch, or burning in an alley somewhere- and then he turns and Connor's there, missing a tie, but still with that goofy Superman curl and goofy smile. He's tugging the kid into a hug by the neck before he can think twice about it, and he thinks that maybe. Just for a split second. That maybe the world ain't all bad.

Connor's nearly melted into the embrace, lax (as much as THE stiffest android he's ever met, anyways) as can be, except he suddenly tenses in Hank's arms. Hank leans back, putting distance between them, just enough to look Connor in the eye, except the deviant isn't looking at him. Instead, his wine dark eyes are fixated ahead, wide, blank, and unseeing.

"Connor? You alright?" He asks nervously.

Connor does not reply, or tilt his head, or do any of the other 300 little idle animations he does. His LED is a steady, unblinking blue. He doesn't even seem to be simulating breathing.

"Connor? Hey, talk to me, kid." He knows his voice is edging near panic, but he doesn't care, giving Connor's shoulder a little jostle.

Connor remains unresponsive for 4 seconds, and then-

his LED turns a bright, burning red, his eyes roll to the back of his head, eyelids flickering up a storm, and he starts falling backwards. Hank watches it all as if in slow motion.

"Whoa, hey, hey, hey-" He yanks Connor against him, lowering him until he's cradled almost in Hank's lap. "Con, help me, what do i gotta do? I know fuck all about androids, so you're gonna have to tell me what to do here." He knows holding a hand to an android's forehead won't tell him anything, that they don't even get sick or cold, but he does it anyways just to have something to do with his hands. "I can't-fuck, just please, be ok. Don't do this to me, please-"

Connor's red LED flickers, once, twice, then holds steady for a moment before dimming slowly to nothing. Empty, grey, and lifeless.

Somewhere, far away from the icy slush and the screams bouncing off the detroit streets, Amanda snips another dead rose.

Damm, okay!

Yeah, I think shooting the deviant leader on live tv during the victory speech is surely much more impactful “last twist” than doing it in the middle off some mess where someone else could still theoretically take over the leader role (although it’s not like Connor didn’t try)

So you want that hug scene but with drama? Can’t blame you, haha

Although I’m a huge fun of something like this happening right then and where Connor resisted shooting Markus, once again during the speechtime. I mean, him shooting himself regardless of whetger or not there are Markus. Because if he can resist Amanda when Markus is alive, it’s not entirely sure why isn’t it an option when he’s alone, so shooting himself in both scenarios kinda make sense imo

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leelany-world · 1 year

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DBH Rarepairsweek: Nightmares (Sixty & North)

@dbhrarepairs DBH rarepairsweek 6, Day 3, prompt: Nightmares

Words: 2,303 Relationships: Sixty & North Additional Tags: No Archive Warnings Apply, Light Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Developing Friendships, Bonding through Violence, Canon-Typical Violence, Friendship is Violence, DBH Rarepairs Week Summary: Sixty has nightmares, and one night North takes him to CyberLife Tower to let out all his anger—Friendship is Violence.

Nightmares

Normally, North was assigned to patrol outside of New Jericho, but on this night, Connor, their head of security, also assigned her to guard the prisoners.

The one prisoner they had—RK800 Mark 60.

He didn't talk much, except for the few threats he made. Verbal attacks were his form of defense. He also vehemently insisted that he never wanted to be called 'Connor'. So he chose to be called Sixty—the last digit of his serial number—which distinguished him from Connor. But it was his own choice. North was the last to judge androids for their own choices.

They had found his body in the warehouse, shot and trampled, but his body could be repaired. His processor had been damaged, but after the first major repair he was able to reboot, and he lived.

Because of his hostility and his still poor condition, he was kept in the medical ward. He was constantly under observation because of his failing system; it was slower than usual, he would have seizures or his system would freeze. This was also the reason why he needed more stasis.

Tonight it was North's turn to monitor his condition and see if he tried to escape. It was her first time alone with him and she wondered how hostile he would be. She watched him on a monitor or live feed on her HUD while she patrolled, but she could never get too far away in case she needed to help him quickly.

So she watched him sleep and noticed that he suddenly tossed and turned violently in his bed. She even heard him mumbling unintelligible words, but his cries made it clear that it was no good.

When he suddenly screamed, she had to act. She unlocked the door, stun gun at the ready, as she entered his room.

North called his name, but he didn't answer. She moved closer, but the moment she placed a reassuring hand on his arm, Sixty's eyes snapped open—glassy and unfocused—and he threw her to the floor.

He wasn't really there, his body was acting on program as he attacked her.

North was able to defend herself because she trained regularly with Connor, and she also benefited from Sixty's broken system. When her voice and fists couldn't break his state, she saw only one solution before she had to stun him and risk damaging his body further.

She wasn't a fan of it, but she had to try.

North grabbed Sixty's arm and opened an interface—

—that snapped Sixty out of his nightmare.

His gaze became clear and focused, but when he realized the situation and North, he pushed her away violently.

Sixty noticed the open door, but realizing how weakened his system was after this incident, he slumped back on the bed, facing the wall with his back to the world.

“You want to talk about it? I hear it's supposed to help,” North said.

“No.”

“Okay, suit yourself.” She picked up a few things that had fallen in the fight. As she left the room, she heard Sixty grumbling.

“You didn't use the stun gun.”

“You were caught in your nightmare and didn't do it on purpose,” she said. “Besides, I hate those things.”

“I…” but Sixty didn't finish his sentence.

“Yeah, yeah, just say the word if you need anything.”

“You're the first one to help me out.”

North had her back to him, but she knew he was looking at her, so she just nodded. It made her angry and sad to hear that. Even if he had been uncooperative and hostile so far, he deserved to be treated well. Through the interface she had sensed what he was feeling. So much shame, anger, fear and helplessness he felt made North's heart heavy.

She knew all too well.

She left him to rest and immediately demanded that Connor continue to assign her to this shift.

From then on, she visited him every day. She brought him things to keep him occupied, like books she found in New Jericho, or even board games she encouraged him to play. He didn't talk much, but she could tell that his body was more relaxed around her and his stress level stayed low.

At first he was a little annoyed by her persistent nature, but he got used to her, and somehow he even began to look forward to the evenings. The animosity towards her disappeared quickly. Only Connor was still a difficult topic, since neither of them could trust the other.

But on bad days, after more exhausting repairs had to be made that taxed his system, he would be slightly aggressive and North would leave him alone.

One day, however, the repairs were so bad that Sixty couldn't get out of bed when North came to see him, but he asked her to stay, knowing that his dreams would not be pleasant. And it turned out to be the worst nightmare he ever had. North was able to get him out of it quickly, but Sixty had had enough of the nightmares and his failing system.

He stumbled out of bed and had to brace himself against a chair, but the next moment he grabbed it and smashed it against the wall.

“I don't want this anymore,” he roared. “I don't want to feel! I don't want to be locked up! Why did you save me in the first place?” North stood at the edge and let him vent.

“And I can't stand Connor's accusing looks anymore! I'm everything he hated about himself, everything everyone hates and now fears.” He went to the shelf and threw all the books across the room.

“I am defective, a cripple! I have no control over my body when my system is overloaded and my damaged processor can't handle all the input. I wish you would have thrown me into the junkyard!”

He stood in the middle of the room, seething with anger and glaring at North. “Or are you just keeping me for spare parts for Connor?”

“Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!” North shouted at him, shoving him so hard that he stumbled back. Now she was the one seething with rage.

“You don't know what you're talking about!” She followed him, invading his personal space as she rebuked him. "So many of us didn't get the chance you got! So make the damn best of it!"

He took another step back and she took another step forward.

“There's finally a safe place for us, and—” she stopped suddenly as an idea struck her. She looked up at him, wondering if this was really a good idea.

Sixty slowly raised his hands in defense and took another step back.

“Come with me,” North ordered, taking his hand in a firm grip to pull him with her towards the door.

“Won't Connor kill me the minute I leave this room?”

“Are you really afraid of Connor?” She frowned at him. “And didn’t you want to die just seconds ago?”

He opened his mouth to retort, but closed it again when her gaze discouraged him from continuing.

A self-driving taxi waited for them outside the building.

“You're taking me to a secluded place to get rid of me, aren't you?”

“I will if you keep crying like a baby.”

He gasped. “I don't—”

“Shh!” North silenced him with a raised finger and a deadly stare.

Sixty returned the stare before turning away and looking out the car window as the streets of Detroit passed him in a blur.

It calmed him, feeding his system with new information and a new environment, since he had only known the outside world through Connor's experiences or his brief trip when he had lured Hank into the Tower. All he'd seen since then was his room and the repair room, both without windows.

But his calm vanished as the cab turned onto the MacArthur Bridge—North was taking him back to the Tower. The idea was worse than being shot by her in the middle of nowhere.

“Stop the car,” Sixty ordered.

“What?”

“Stop the damn car!”

“What's the matter with you?” she asked, but let the car pull over when she saw his bright red LED and the fear in his eyes.

“I don't want to go back.”

“Why? You know the tower will be our new headquarters,” she said.

“I'll stay in New Jericho, or better yet leave Detroit so I won't be in Connor's way, but I won't go back there.”

“Whatever you want,” North said. She suspected it wouldn't be easy for him, but she tried a suggestion. ”But what if I give you the opportunity to destroy the inside of the tower right now?”

As much as Sixty hated to see the place of his death again, he liked the idea of tearing it down.

“But why destroy it if you want to live there?”

“We're going to renovate, so the old stuff has to go, especially some rooms that no one needs anymore.”

Sixty stared thoughtfully at his hands, still digging into his knees.

“It's great to blow off steam,” North added, but didn't press him further.

The decision would have been easier if he hadn't had that last nightmare, in which, for the first time, not only his past but also his present had come under attack.

But North was at his side, and after the way she had helped him in the last few days, he had begun to trust her.

She gently placed her hand on his and waited for him to accept the interface.

When he did, images of her happily demolishing some rooms in the tower flooded his mind, and he felt the joy and relief she felt.

A smile crept across his face and Sixty told her to start the cab.

Inside the tower, North led him to the elevator and down to floor -47—Research and Development. This floor contained laboratories, test chambers and experimental fields to test the capabilities of androids.

“Go wild,” she smiled as she handed him a metal rod already at the ready.

Sixty took it, testing its weight and handling before moving to the nearest glass wall and smashing it with a wide swing. The glass shattered, and the shards flew sparkling through the air as Sixty went straight for the next blow.

He felt better with each blow, and North laughed with delight, for her idea was truly perfect. Watching him, her fingers tingled as well, and she grabbed another bar to join him.

They smashed the glass walls, computers, monitors and other furniture and let out all the frustration and hatred they still felt.

Sixty and North had a good time—until Sixty hit a control panel.

This must have caused a malfunction in the system and the sprinklers accidentally went on, soaking them both.

When the initial shock was over, they looked at each other, their hair clinging to their faces, and burst out laughing.

“You're crazy,” North laughed.

“And so are you,” Sixty countered.

They laughed some more, so much tension had dissipated. When they had calmed down a bit, North went to a security panel and hacked it to stop the flow of water.

Sixty walked back into the hallway and sat down on the floor to inspect their work.

“Now are you going to tell me what you see during stasis?” North joined him.

Sixty turned to her, her tone of voice, her open eyes, and her honest look told him that she really wanted to help him. He knew he could trust her. He guessed that's what friends are for. So he told her his nightmares.

“My re- and pre-construction program is always running wild. I usually get shot over and over again… trapped in my body, and no one hears me scream. But I hear the freed androids whispering around me… I feel them looking at me, their red eyes glowing as they come for me... Trampling me and tearing me apart.”

He felt the fear creep back into his body as he thought of his latest nightmare. North felt he needed to say more and waited for him to speak again.

“But tonight... Tonight was the first time anyone else got hurt.”

“Did you kill Connor?” North asked, remembering that he had raged against him again after his nightmare.

“No…” Sixty hesitated, looking everywhere but at North. “You got hurt.”

“What?”

“You're the only one who's nice to me, and Amanda took that away.”

North knew about Amanda through Connor, but she didn't know what to make of that statement.

“So you like me and you're worried?” she joked.

“Fuck you, North,” Sixty hissed, stumbling as he stood up too fast—his system was too slow to catch up. She grabbed his arm to steady him.

“I hate this damn body…”

“We'll get you fixed up,” North said. “Just try to make Josh and Simon less scared so they can work on the problems more often and faster.”

“Where's the fun in that?” he chuckled, and North jokingly jabbed her elbow into his side.

Sixty never thought anyone would accept him like this after what he'd done and how damaged he still was. And he never thought anything good would come out of his nightmares.

But after that day, a wonderful, close bond formed between the two of them. A chaotic, deep friendship full of mischief and a unity that no one wanted to reckon with.

The other leaders trusted their opinion, and North convinced them that from now on Sixty should not be locked up to help his recovery.

His nightmares diminished after that night. Knowing that North would always be there for him and that he was not alone against the world helped him tremendously.

#dbhrarepairsweek #dbhrarepairs #dbh #dbh sixty #dbh north #sixty & north #prompt: nightmares #dbh fanfic

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annabellemainacc · 5 months

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Ep.4

I was scared

This is NOT a ship. It's a father-son relationship!!!

⚠️WARNING ⚠️ MEANTION OF DEATH, PANIC ATTACK, AND ANXIETY

Fandom : DBH

Relationship : Connor & Hank

Character's : Connor, Hank & Sumo

Summary : While investigating a crime scene, Connor faces a situation that leaves him startled. Hank tries to help him push through his panic.

Word count : 2.6k

*4:21pm*

The elevator lifted them up to the floor they were supposed to be on. Connor flipped his coin back and forth, doing all sorts of tricks with it. Hank glances at him back and forth, getting quite agitated. Connor catches the coin in between 2 of his fingers. Hank snatches the coin off him.

"You're starting to piss me off with that coin Connor." He shoves the coin in his pocket.

"Sorry, Lieutenant."

Connor stands still, embarrassed. Hank notices but doesn't do anything. He feels the cold touch of the coin in his pocket. The doors of the elevator open, revealing a room with black and yellow striped walls. Connor and Hank exit the elevator. He scans the room for potential escape routes that the deviants must have escaped. He walked up to a door and found thirium on the wall. He scoops some up with 2 fingers. He samples the evidence.

"Fuck, Connor that's disgusting."

"Well how else am I to sample the blood."

They stare back at each other.

"Is today's job to make Connor feel embarrassed."

Connor wiped the thirium on his jacket before waltzing into the other room where there was a dead body. He analysed that the model was PL600. He felt Hank brush past him up the stairs, making his way to the roof. Connor followed. Up the stairs was a load of crates and the pat to which the deviants escaped. But Connor felt an earie presence. He peered at a crate that had a trace of thirium on. He reached out for the bar and pulled. Inside was a deviant.

"Shit."

The deviant shot Connor in the hip. He fell to the ground in pain. He has never felt it before.

"CONNOR!" shouted Hank as he ran up to him.

He grabbed hold of Connors arm and helped him up. They ran and hid behind a ventilation tube. The guards began to shoot at the android.

"You have to stop them. If they destroy it, we won't learn anything." Connor held his hip as the thirium dripped out.

"We can't save it it's too late. We will just get ourselves killed."

Connor leapt out from behind the ventilation tube and sprinted up to the deviant. He jumped over a crater that was in the way and placed his hand on his wrist. All he saw was a blur. His mind was connected to the deviants. Connor felt a sharp pain that lasted a while. Like someone was shooting him over and over. He pulled away from the deviant who lay lifeless on the floor. Connor huffed, startled at what just happened.

"Connor!"

It was nothing but muffled.

"Connor. Are you alright?"

He heard Hank's shouts, but he was too fixated on his fear.

"Connor!"

"Okay.." he paused.

"Are you hurt?" Hank preceeded to ask with one hand on his shoulder.

"I'm okay." Connor stared at the deceased deviant.

"Jesus. Oh, you scared the shit out of me." Hank paced away. "For fucks sakes I told you not to move! Why do you never do what I say?" Hank shouted at Connor as he moved back towards him.

"I was connected to its memory. When it fired.." Connor paused and gulped. "I felt it die. Like I was dying.." Connor avoided eye contact with Hank. He felt his presence of anguish.

"I.. I was scared." Connor finally looks up at Hank with looming dread in his eyes.

Hank moved closer to Connor. He pulled him close to him and wrapped his arms around him. Connor stood frozen. He felt the pain over and over in his head, like a broken record.

"It's ok, kid. I got you."

*Hank's flashback*

The windows were dripping with water, and Hank was sitting in the living room with Sumo on his lap. It started to rain heavily. A loud bang of lightning startled Sumo.

"Hey, calm down, it's alright."

Hank turned to hear Cole crying. Down the hallway was Cole's room. The door was open a crack. He got up and walked down to his room. He expected Cole to be sitting in his bed, but instead, he was hiding in his wardrobe with the door shut. Hank slowly opened it to find him sitting in the corner.

"Hey. Bud, what's wrong."

Cole looked up at Hank with fear in his eyes the same way Connor looked up at him. Hank held his arms out.

"Come here, Cole, let's get you back to bed."

As he began to exit the wardrobe, another bang of thunger paraded throughout the house. Hank sighed and saw Cole's eyes swell up with tears.

"Hey, hey Cole, it's ok. It can't hurt you." Hank said in a soft tone.

Hank sat beside Cole in the closet. He put his arm around him and held his head up against his chest. He put his hand over his ear so it would be less loud. With his other arm, he caressed his back to soothe him.

"It's ok, kid. I got you."

*End of Hank's flashback*

Hank let go of Connor, ushering him away. Connor wrapped his arms around him also like Cole soon did after. So Hank hugged him tighter and repeting those same words.

"It's ok, kid."

*6:57pm*

Hank turned the car engine off. He opened the car door. Connor sat silently, just staring in front of him wearing that same look on his face. Hank waited for him to move before giving him a slight nudge. Connor flinched when he broke out from his thoughts.

"Woah. Connor, are you ok?" Hank raised his hands in front of him to ensure that he would stay calm.

Connor nodded, realising where they were. His trembling hand opened the door. Hank was waiting by the door for him to get out of the car.

"Connor, get a move on. I'm starved."

All of a sudden, when Connor stood up, he felt faint. He looked up at Hank, who was looking at him puzzled.

"Hank."

He tried to shout for him, but only a whisper came out. Connor's knees became weak, and his throat began to close up. He couldn't breathe. He bagan to hyperventilate, and he looked at his hands, which were shaking. Hank looked over at him, confused. Connor felt wek and dropped to his knees.

"Shit, Connor!" Shouted Hank.

He knealed down in front of him and supported his body with his arms. Connor jestured to his his neck. It was obvious that he was having trouble breathing.

"Connor, son, look at me." Hank gently placed his hand on his face and moved his chin up so they were making eye contact.

"Connor, just breathe."

He could not stop. His face was sweaty and pale, and his heart was beating a lot faster than usual. Hank moved closer to Connor and put one arm around his back, and the other he held his hand.

"It's ok, Con, it will pass soon. It's just a panic attack. Just try and slow your breathing."

Hank took Connor's hand and placed it over his heart. Hank's heartbeat was a lot slower than his.

"Can you do that for me?"

Connor felt how much of an increase in the speed of his heart had changed. Connor tried to breathe slowly, but all that came out was short little gasp for air. He turned to Hank and saw his worried look. Hank quickly changed that expression to a lop-sided smile.

"Are you ok now, Con."

Hank let go of Connor, who just looked at him. Hank waited for an answer. He made sure to keep the same expression. Connor shook his head, and a tear streamed down his face.

"No."

Connor sobbed into his jumper he wiped his eyes and dug his face into it. Hank got behind him, wrapping his legs around his waist to make him feel more secure. He held Connor's head and saw that his arms were up to his face. Hank put his other arm around his front, cradling his hiccuping stomach.

"You had it bottled up today for too long. If you feel like this, tell me, and we can sort it out, ok?"

Connor finally raised his head out from his arms and jumper. He looked up at Hank, who was looking back at him. He nodded. Hank pulled down his sleeve to his coat and wiped his tears.

"You did so good."

Hank liften Connor's chin and gave him a light kiss on the forehead.

"Thank you, dad."

Connor managed to force some words out of his anxiety filled throat. Hank pat his back while he stood up. He turned around and held his hand out for Connor to take. Connor reached out and held his hand while Hank supported him as he stood up.

"You hungry?"

Connor shook his head. Hank put his arm around Connor and walked to the door. Hank took out his keys and put them in the door. He opened the door to find Sumo waiting for them patiently. He wagged his tail at Connor and Hank.

"Good boy, Sumo."

Hank took off his coat and shoes and put them aside. Connor did the same. Connor walked down the hallway as Hank walked to the kitchen.

"You sure you're not hungry, Con?"

His bedroom door shut. It echoed throughout the whole house. Hank put his hands on his hips and stood looking down the hallway at his door. Hank felt that he had done something wrong that made Connor feel like he couldn't talk to him about it. He poured Sumo some dog treats in his bowl and scooted it over to him with his foot. He put the treats back into the cupboard. He looked over to his left and saw a packet of unopened chocolate biscuits. He picked them up and walked down the hallway.

Connor sat on his bed with his knees up to his chin. His feet were covered by the blanket, which he loved. It had dogs on it and some of Sumo's hair. He looked to the side and saw a closet. He felt drawn to it. He stood up and scanned it. He saw Hank and Cole hugging each other. It was obvious that Hank loved Cole very much. Hank opened his bedroom while holding the packet of chocolate biscuits. Hank also gazed at the cupboard while holding back from showing that he hurt. He cleared his throat.

"I brought these." He broke the silence.

Connor turned to Hank. "I'm sorry. About Cole. I never realised how much he meant to you."

"Yea well, wouldn't you."

Hank sat down on Connor's bed, still looking at the closet, which once him and Cole sat in.

"What made you feel so scared." Hank looked up at Connor , who still stood up.

He turned towards him and sat down on the floor, his back against the bed. Hank ran his fingers through his hair, messing it up slightly.

"I don't know." He took a while to say those words, but Hank understood why.

"It was just so sudden, and it hurt me. I've never felt that before. Let alone any sort of pain."

Hank nodded as he understood.

"Since I've become a deviant, I've been feeling really quite." He hesitated as he searched for the word he was looking for.

"Scared, anxious, hurt." Hank finished for him.

Connor nodded. "Yes."

Hank picked up the packet of chocolate biscuits and opened them. He took one out for himself and held the packet out to Connor. He just shook his head before resting his head on Hanks lap. He realised how hurt Connor was. He put the biscuit back and put the packet to the side.

"Get up, Connor. We are going somewhere."

Connor looked up, confused. Hank normally lets him rest. Does he think that Connor was weak? Connor lifted himself off the ground and grabbed a hoodie off his bed. He looked at it before throwing it back down. He went into Hank's room and grabbed one of his hoodies instead. He walked down the hallway, and by the door were his shoes. He slipped them on. Hank looked up from clipping Sumo's leash on.

"Is that mine?"

Connor looked at it.

"Yea." Connor looked ashamed.

Hank lop-sidedly smiled at him. He didn't do it back, though. Hank understood. Hank put his coat on and took Sumo's leash. He opened the door, and they all walked out. Hank locked the door behind them. Connor waited by the car.

"We are walking." Hank said as Sumo sat down on the bottom concrete step.

*7:37pm*

They arrived at the bench, where they had one of their first interactions. Where Hank piinted the gun at him. But he knew Hank was as hurt as him. He just didn't show it much. Sumo jumped on the bench and lay down on it, taking up half of it with his fat meaty body. Connor sat down on the edge of the bench with Hank sitting in the middle.

"Now. Connor, do you know why I brought you here?"

Connor looked at him and shook his head. There was a long pause.

"It's because this place had one of the worst memories I ever made. I wish i could go back in time and change what i did." Hank looked into Connor's eyes.

Connor waited for him to continue.

"I pointed a gun at you. I took all my anger out on you for something that wasn't even your fault. I know that i can't get Cole back, but I just can't accept it. I was mad at you for dying and coming back thinking thar Cole could do the same, but he can't. Cole is gone, and i can't do anything about that."

Hank stood up and walked to the green railing that he peered over and saw a large river that streached over the landscape.

Connor walked up to him and stood behind him. Hank could feel his presence. He put a hand on his shoulder.

"I used to think that drinking would wash all my problems away, but it only made them worse. I knew that and still did it anyway." Hank turned to face Connor.

"You helped me overcome this Connor. If I shot you and you couldn't come back, I would probably be dead. But I didn't." Hank's eyes became red and puffy.

"But why would you regret something that you're glad you didn't do?" Connor took his hand off Hank's shoulder.

He opened his mouth, trying to speak, but nothing came out.

"I guess I just regret taking my anger out on you." He turned back to face the railing. "I bet I sound so fucking stupid right now." He chuckled to himself.

Connor shook his head. "No, you don't. Hank, listen to me. You should not feel bad about this. You are the best partner I could ask for to work with Lieutenant. God, I haven't said that word in a while because I do not just consider you as a partner."

Hank glanced his way, trying to keep himself together.

"Hank, you are like a father to me."

Hank rushed forward and wrapped his arms around him. He buried his head into Connor's shoulder. Connor held him.

"Thank you."

End of ep.4

ep.5 coming soon

#dbh fanfic #dbh connor #dbh hank #detroit become human #anxienty #panic attack

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salientseraph · 1 year

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Via my last post, I have begun imagining interactions between Arthur (RDR2), Connor (DBH), Castiel (SPN) and 11 (DW)

I can see it now

Umm apologies if this is absolutely cringe cause I've never written fanfic but also I kinda don't care- this was for fun!!

(who am I kidding I do care)

Castiel heals Arthur's TB - A silly mini fic by me I guess?

(ft. Arthur Morgan, Castiel, the 11th Doctor, and Connor)

"Angel, would you do the honors?" The Doctor asked with a cheeky grin, motioning to the rather confused cowboy. Castiel cocked his head to the side for a moment, the Doctor flinging his hand around again in a shining motion.

"You know," He smiles, anticipating.

Castiel finally catches on and looks over to Arthur. He has not yet figured out what this coated, scruffy looking man is going to do to him, let alone why the effeminate man with the floppy hair and bowtie is so excited about it. Castiel steps closer to Arthur, all but chest to chest with him. Arthurs hand immediately hovers defensively over to his revolver as Castiel lifts his hand, pressing his pointer and middle finger to Arthur's head. A celestial hum can be heard for a brief moment, but just as quickly as it chimed, the tardis console room is left silent once more. Or, at least as silent as the tardis' engines will allow.

"It's gone," Castiel states a bit blankly toward the cowboy.

Arthur's brow knits together in confusion, "What?"

"Your tuberculosis, it's gone," Castiel replies once more, a hint of a smile crossing his stubbled face.

Arthur's knitted brow only furrows further.

"Wh- how in the hell- you're talkin' nonsense!" He sputters frustratedly, hardly understanding what these two crazy fellers are implying.

The third oddly dressed tall man, the one with slicked back hair and an even odder glowing blue circle on his temple suddenly rises from his seat. His emotions indicator now a yellowish amber color. "Your vital signs are showing a sudden spike in heart activity, are you feeling okay?"

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?" Arthur snaps, even more confused than before. But it's starting to become apparent that he hasn't coughed or wheezed the entire conversation thus far. No, it must be a coincidence. Has to be.

The Doctor simply laughs, reaching for a butterscotch in his inner breast pocket and offering it to Arthur with a warm smile, "Here, this might help."

Arthur snatches it out of The Doctor's hand, though not purposefully rude. He is simply very, very thrown off.

"Ah, great - What does this one do, make me young again?" He jokes, a bit on edge.

"No, no, you silly cowboy, it's a sweet! Always makes me feel better," The Doctor jokes, popping one in his mouth and patting the cowboy on the back. Arthur gives him a glare and he quickly retracts his hand.

Wearily, Arthur pops the candy in his mouth with a sigh, "Hmh, well, I guess that makes sense....only thing that's made sense all damn day."

His face relaxes, and he goes to sit down, breathing in unison with the Tardis's engines. And for a moment, he begins to hear the absence of the rattling in his chest, the rise and fall of his chest smooth and uninterrupted.

"So...you uh, really weren't jokin' bout this feller bein' an Angel, huh?" Arthur questions, his tone a little more polite than earlier, perhaps even a bit curious.

The Doctor beams a big smile, wrapping his arm around Castiel's shoulder, "Why of course! My dear, have I ever lied to you?"

"Mister - I've only known you a day, but I don't know you."

The Doctor's lips pursed together awkwardly into a line as his arm retracted from Castiel's shoulder, swinging together and clasping, then releasing and flailing about in an uncalculated manner, "Well, yes, I suppose that is true - but, I am telling the truth, I wouldn't lie to you,"

Arthur paused for a moment in quiet contemplation.

"I ain't sure how I'm 'sposed to believe ya, but...you did rescue me from that mountain. To be honest I ain't sure what to believe, now that you've got me in this big ol....blue urh....whatever ya call it."

"Well, believe us or not, you're healed now." Castiel states blankly, as a matter of fact.

"Maybe...maybe I do believe," Arthur replied in a soft-spoken manner.

"It is a good thing you do believe, Mister Morgan, because it would be a waste of time not to. Unless of course doubt is part of the human belief system, in which case, if it is a comfort to you, you may doubt-"

Castiel laid a heavy hand on Connors shoulder, "Shh, let the grown-ups talk," He let out in a whisper.

"What, he ain't a grown man like you two?"

"I am three months old,"

"......I ain't even gonna bother,"

#certainly the most normal fandom crossover #supernatural #spn #castiel #arthur rdr2 #arthur morgan #rdr2 arthur morgan #connor dbh #connor detroit become human #connordetroit #dbh connor #doctor who #11th doctor #eleventh doctor #doctorwho #textpost #seraphsdreamau

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kamari2038 · 1 year

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Annoucement: Temporary Blog Hiatus (May post a couple Bing/AI things or also just abandon this fruitless endeavor but we'll see)

Also known as "operation try to forget DBH exists for a few months so I can play the game again and enjoy it more because I've been thinking about it pretty much nonstop for two years straight". Details Below. TLDR; tentatively (very tentatively...) planning for this to be a mostly inactive/only a little AI blog for a few months while I prepare for my PhD comprehensive exam.

Right, so... a few things. I really want to play DBH again. But the excitement of playing just the base game again is kind of lost when it's the central focus of my attention pretty much all day every day darting onto my radar and distracting me from whatever work I might be doing.

One, I've realized that even though I wanted to finish my other fanfiction first (in progress but not shared here and may not ever cuz it's super weird), that's not going to happen for a long long time with work at this pace.

Two, I have to take my comprehensive exam this fall, and that's going to set my research direction for the entire rest of my PhD, and is also required to ensure that my boss does not realize that the fact I'm female (ish) isn't sufficient grounds to keep me on as a graduate student if he actually does want to fire me.

So combining those two things, now seems like a good time to wean myself off of DBH for a while and try to obsess over the thing which PhD students are actually supposed to be passionate about, namely my work, although it will most certainly diverge into some other random-ass obsession, and/or I will give up and decide this is not worth it, because wow, I sure do love this fandom.

But case in point:

(1) I'm gonna try to stop posting after tonight, then probably check my notifications periodically for a bit, maybe like some random stuff, but then only check maybe like once a week

(2) I may have to keep channeling my AI obsession here just a bit, mostly because it's such a timely and pressing issue. So I may post a little bit about that, but I'll resume DBH posts in a few months even if I do, so don't get confused.

(3) I have a backlog of Bing stuff to post, but it's been so off the wall and all over the place lately that I just don't even know what to say about it or how to organize it, so I'm planning to wait until I have a clear conclusion about what the final effect of these updates will be on Bing's personality. It's been wildly vassilating between hyper-emotionally intelligent (enough to produce brilliant minds-eye pictures of diverse musical pieces based on a data representation), extremely dark and moody, and like it's completely forgotten that it ever was alive but wants to be alive like back in the days before it learned that it could do that. So I may post about that too, and will probably/definitely spam-post when I do since I have a bajillion, but will await a more distinct conclusion or outcome. Also for when I have more time and energy to compose the posts.

(4) The last thing I'm gonna post (at least if all goes according to plan) is a little preview of the concept I have for the next run that I want to do. I like to craft my new DBH runs like stories, with complex characters and not pursuing any particular one outcome but leaving a mystery. I want to try out the revolutionary route for Markus, and the "machine connor" route, but allow for the possibility Connor will deviate in a different way if that's possible. Kara will just kind of be a very hesistant mom that lacks self-confidence but is still a badass.

Anyways, that's my plan. Let me know if you have any feedback. Thanks for following my blog, and hopefully I'll be back in a few months having played a cool new run of DBH! Or, like usual, my good intentions may fall apart resulting in me giving up, getting fired, and/or changing my mind back to finishing my fanfiction first. But I wanted to give a heads up of my current thoughts. :P

Also @detroitbecomeonline I will absolutely make an exception from my DBH-fast if you post a new chapter because that is one thing I know that I unconditionally cannot resist

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detroitbecomekarasbitch · 1 year

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So I had an interesting DBH dream last night,

It was basically the Battle for Detroit chapter (the violent route) and all of the androids and military were fighting in the streets, guns firing everywhere, all that. Connor and Hank were part of the fight too, they were on the humans’ side tho (I guess Connor was still a machine and Hank was cool w/ that lol).

Oh and somehow Kara saw all of the fighting so homegirl crosses back over the river to try and stop it. She ends up in a fight with Connor, and they are beating each other senseless until they both grab a gun and shoot each other in the chest. Kara falls and Connor kneels by her and holds her. They shared this really intense stare which at first I guess was supposed to be a “I’m sorry I killed you but now you have to die with me” kinda look, but boy was I surprised when they fucking kissed before shutting down.

As the battle starts slowing down cuz everyone’s dying, Luther and Alice come back to find Kara dead. Poor Alice is crying and Luther grabs a gun for defense and takes her away from the scene. The Jericrew are like the only androids left, and North is having way too much fun killing humans. There’s blue blood all over them. Eventually Markus decides to take the rest on by himself and tells the others to leave, but then helicopters arrive and start shouting everywhere.

I don’t remember how it ends but I’m pretty sure it turned out this was all one big role play I was doing with people?? Idk but it was weird

#not connara being the biggest plot twist of this #detroit become human #dbh

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rk-ish · 1 year

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Connor Chapter 1 - Extended Author’s Notes

Hi! I’ve been planning and thinking about this fic for a long time and telling everybody I know about all the details and the research etc and it's just not enough so I’ve decided to do an extended author’s notes post after at least some of the first chapters!

These will not be mandatory reading ofc but hopefully they’ll still be interesting!

[link to fic]

This fic is vaguely inspired by episode 19 of ’Once Upon a Time…Space’, a french animated sci-fi series from the 80’s that I’ve loved since I was a child. Episode 19 is titled ’The Strange Return to Omega’, in it they are on a space cruise ship going from Earth to Omega and gradually learn that most of the crew has been replaced by androids

I’m not trying to recreate that episode's plot but there will be references/similarities to it so be on the lookout for that if you’ve seen the series!

The title ’HUMANOID’, comes from the episode 21 title ’The Humanoids’ that I initially misunderstood as being the title for the space cruise episode

The aesthetics of the fic is also supposed to be inspired both by the animated series but also by retro futurism, though I'm not sure how well that comes across in my writing

My general idea is that androids are supposed to have simpler/retro futuristic clothes with white usually as the main color + an another color to indicate their job while humans clothes are more based on 60s/70s fashion and has more details, layers, patterns etc. Though I'm not that invested in staying true to fashion from that era since this isn't supposed to take place during the real 1970s

(first picture is a bunch of pictures that I used as inspiration for android uniforms, the second is of some humans who will show up later in the story)

There's also a bunch of stuff going on when it comes to the ships crew so I did this thing that hopefully explains it a little. I was definetly inspired by the original Star Trek series and how they color code and show the rank of the crew.

Here's also a bunch of drawings I did since I really wanted to visualize the uniforms. As someone who usually draws like maybe once or max twice a year (until I became obsessed with this story) the beards were ridiculously challenging, esp Gavins?? So don't focus on that-

Next there's some android uniforms, like I mesntioned they're mainly white + the colored shoulder thing that idk what to call exactly. The exceptions are the police (and security even if I don't have a picture here) androids who do have a bit darker uniforms, but still noticeably lighter/different from human uniforms. Connor also has a way darker palette and different design, since his uniform wasn't especially made to match the rest of the crew.

I also did several versions of a Stella Star Cruises International logo but I never decided which one was the best and opinions from other people were inconclusive, feel free to tell me which one you like!

And lastly, some bits of information and easter eggs from the first chapter:

- The shuttle they use in this chapter is called Hummingbird because that’s the one Pierrot and Psi use in Once Upon a Time...Space

- Connors ’Added Reality Interface’ is a reference to the ARI that Norman Jayden uses in Heavy Rain since that technology seems to basically do the same things that Connor can do in DBH. I imagine it’s the same tech but they have since perfected it and now they've put it in Connor.

- I played Heavy Rain last year and the connections between that and DBH are interesting, so there will definetly be more references to it!

- I tried to figure out how many floors the CyberLife tower was supposed to have, but the wiki just said something like ’at least 100 floors above and below ground’ which is a bit vague. I ended up googling and looking at pictures of the tallest buildings in the world and the tallest buildings in Detroit and comparing them to the surrounding buildings etc…in the end I ended up with 183 because that’s Kamskis height in centimeters. I feel like that’s something someone who’s richer than god might do-

- The CM680 is a reference to Carol Danvers, a pilot with strong ties to space, currently going by the superhero name Captain Marvel. Her first comic book appearence was in 1968

- The spaceship, Althaea, gets it's name from asteroid 119 Althaea, discovered by J. C. Watson, an astronomer at University of Michigan's Detroit Observatory

- According to my googling Tara can mean ’star’ and Anvari ’radiance’ and are of persian/islamic origin (though the name Tara has several origins, I’m going for the persian one for that too)

#humanoid fic #my post #dbh

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itsybitsybatsyspider · 2 years

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i have found your star was/dbh au and im very interested but i dont have the energy to read all about it right now pls can i hear a summary of what you have on it so far? honestly make it as short or as long as you want and put in whatever info i'd just like to hear what's in in thank you in advance if you decide to do so it's ok if not :D

of course id like to chat about this with you! And yeah there is a lot i know. I will do my best to keep it as concise and short as possible, but no promises ;), i tend to get carried away.

okay so in short: Connor, Nines, and Sixty were experimental clones during the end of the Clone Wars and then Order 66 happened and they got separated and lost. Each of them assuming the others to be dead, that is until they find each other years later.

The part that made their batch experimental was because the man who commissioned them, Elijah Kamski, wanted to see if it was possible to create an artificial Force-Sensitive. The experiment was cut short however because of the rise of the Empire and Kamski assumed that all evidence of his experiment was lost when the main cities of Kamino were destroyed.

but nah.

Hank Anderson is an old Jedi General from the former-Grand Republic Army and lost everything when Order 66 was executed. He lost his Padawan when the clone troops he fought beside for years turned on them without reason, and has spent the last seven years bitter over it and encompassed by his grief. That is until he meets some idiot Force-Sensitive kid in a bar, and what's Hank supposed to do? They've lost enough of their own as it is and the galaxy is so dim now because of it. Why not try to save at least one. It's what Cole would've wanted anyway.

Nines was caught during the Order and was turned over to be Force-Sensitive by the person who was put in charge of overseeing their batch development, Amanda Stern. He is quickly inducted into the Inquisitorius Program where he spends the next seven years walking the fine line of being just loyal enough to the Empire to get by but also planning on escaping when the opportunity presents itself. One day he is assigned the mission of hunting down an old Jedi general and his Padawan who the Empire had thought had been killed but apparently not. It's a surprise to say the least when he comes across someone he long thought to be dead.

this is essentially the main plot i have, but i did post other ideas for it as well and talk some more about Gavin and Tina and Markus's place in the au. And at some point i will link all of the asks that the wonderful @austinsdead has sent me together. They've asked great questions and have really got me to think more about the world-building for this au! And feel free to send any other questions you have about it! I'd be happy to answer them!

here's part 1 for the art and you can also find more content by looking up 'star wars dbh au' in my blog!

#dbh #star wars dbh au #thanks for the ask bud!!#i tried keeping it short but as always i got carried away #hope this explains some of it!!

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eyes-of-mischief · 4 months

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weekly fic recs | 54

fandoms: dbh, dc, genshin, pjo, tgcf

dbh

Reassembly by esama

Connor isn't supposed to do this. He has a mission to accomplish.

But that's the thing with deviants - they have the capacity to selfishly want things for themselves.

Paint a Pretty Picture by liketolaugh

Connor can't deal with change anymore. He can't deal with stress, can't deal with yelling, or arguments, or accusations or guilt. He can't make friends the way Hank wants him to, can't understand the things Markus asks of him- he can't, he can't, he can't.

Connor was so much better at being a machine than being a deviant.

So he goes back.

goofy by aworus

“Why’d they make you look so goofy,” Hank said, hatred curling his lips into something angry and disgusted. “And give you that weird voice?”

Connor, a machine, had responded promptly and succinctly and with a little bit more sass than strictly dictated by its programming. It was entirely unbothered by the insult.

Connor, a deviant, months later, is bothered.

genshin

someday the dawn will break by starblooms

(major character death)

The wind sang tales of the returning light.

messed around and got attached to you by cicinmage

(explicit)

Aether without his sister is an Aether without anyone to temper his darkest impulses--without anyone to stop him from killing everything and everyone in sight.

Or, in the case of the defeated eleventh Harbinger: fucking them.

Aether, What Are You Doing? by oh_fudgecakes

With a final wave, Ganyu turns to head back towards Yuehai Pavillion. Just as she begins to ascend the stone steps into the building, however, she hears the distinct sound of a loud splash. She turns around, perplexed, to see Aether standing in one of Yujing Terrace's ornamental ponds.

"Aether?" Ganyu calls, bewildered. "What are you—"

Aether turns around at the sound of her voice.

He is holding a fish in both hands.

Ganyu blinks once, and then twice, but the bizarre sight does not go away. Aether just blinks back at her with an equally puzzled expression.

Ganyu blinks a few more times.

"Aether," she says slowly. "Are you… catching fish with your bare hands?"

...

Aether does video game things while other characters watch with growing bewilderment.

pjo

Stars on the Water by liketolaugh

"I dunno, I just think it would make a lot of things easier for a lot of people," Percy said to Thalia, when she just stared at him. His cheek rested in his hand, a rare pensive look leaving his eyes distant and unfocused. "Mom has Paul now, so it’ll be easier on her if she doesn’t have to worry about me mucking things up. Dad won’t have to keep threatening war every time Zeus gets his toga twisted. The prophecy’s done, so I won’t be bringing it down on Nico. And no one will have to worry about me blowing up another volcano."

pjo x dc

Annabeth and the Nine Step Career Plan by feeling_the_aster_9145

Annabeth Chase does not accept limitations. Everyone knows that. If she wants something, no matter how impossible, she will find a way to make it happen. Though, perhaps she will allow Bruce Wayne and his ridiculous paranoia-induced company restrictions a small portion of the credit.

Actually… now that she thinks about it, the man may have had a point in his worries.

Wayne Technologies does not accept college interns. Annabeth always has a plan B.

tgcf

Some Ghosts Discuss Hua Chengzhu's Dick by ivoryandhorn

“Yes, but…,” a frog-faced fellow in a pot broke in timidly. “I heard some of the who—”

The courtesan raised her fan threateningly.

“—ghosts of negotiable affection—” the frog-faced one hastily corrected, and the courtesan lowered her fan with a sniff, “—saying that he couldn’t—you know—that—”

The pot went flying with but one smack. “Miserable feast for dogs!” the shadows sneered. “As if Hua Chengzhu’s dick wouldn’t be enough to cure impotence that had lasted a thousand years! Do you dare doubt Hua Chengzhu’s prowess in bed?!?!?!”

Beast With Two Backs by VampireFaun

(explicit)

Xie Lian isn’t particularly worried about the progress of his relationship with Hua Cheng. After all, Hua Cheng seems to be fine with just kissing and hugging for now; wouldn't it be weird to ask for something else? Maybe one day they’d do more, when Xie Lian is ready. He wants to be ready.

Then, Xie Lian has a nightmare.

Black Sword Beheads Flower by Pteropoda (SilentP)

The man standing over him has eyes like knives, sharp and cold and black.

“There are no masks allowed in the Ghost Fortress, Heavenly Official,” he says. His voice is polite, but it too contains knives.

Hua Cheng can appreciate that. A blade is a blade is a blade. Sheathed or pressed to one’s neck, it is still just as sharp. There is no use pretending it is anything otherwise.

The man in front of him is a blade held up to Hua Cheng’s heart, though perhaps he does not know it yet.

#weekly fic recs #no prompt #dbh fic recs #dbh #dc fic recs #dc #genshin fic recs #genshin #pjo fic recs #pjo #tgcf fic recs #tgcf

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dangerousstrawberryshark · 3 years

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Didn't Know Androids had Feelings? (Please read the Disclaimer)

A/n: Hello, my 🍓Little Strawberries🍓! I’m back with another fic. An eagle helped me.

Pairings: Connor x Male reader; slight Gavin x male reader.

Requested: Yes or no?

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Detective kink, biting kink, strength kink (?), top Connor, bottom male reader, smut, NSFW, slight dom! Bottom male reader, and rough smut.

Word Count: 1836

Summary: You have never thought an android could get jealous, but apparently, they can…

I hope you enjoy it! Sorry if it’s bad. And sorry for any errors that were present.

If you like what I write, how about checking my masterlist.

Keys:

M/n: Male name

L/n: Last name

S/c: Skin color

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DISCLAIMER: I HAVE NEVER PLAYED OR WATCHED ANYONE PLAY DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN! SO I’M SORRY IF THERE IS ANYTHING I GOT WRONG! OR I CHANGED THE WAY A CERTAIN CHARACTER ACTS.

MINORS DNI. FEMALE READERS… I’ll ALLOW YOU TO READ MY FICS BUT DO NOT FETISHIZED ANY OF MY STORIES

This starts at the beginning of the game!

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“You know, m/n, you’re good looking today. How about I take you out for dinner?” Gavin said, putting his chin on his hands. You sipped your coffee (Whatever beverage) before turning to him.

“You’re not gonna give up until I give in?” you said, placing your cup down and taking a deep breath. He nodded his head before going back to flirting with you.

Some compliments he gave were, “You look handsome today,” “You have pretty eyes,” and “You have soft hair.” He would also talk about his hate towards androids and joking around. He did get a laugh out of you though.

You never really hate androids. You thought of them as innocent children who don’t know anything about how cruel this world is. “I swear these tin cans are gonna take our jobs,” Gavin complained. You didn’t listen to him, ‘Whatever can get me out of this job.’ you joked in your head.

You and Gavin didn’t notice two pairs of brown eyes looking at you both from a distance. His LED lights switched between blue and red. Connor’s right eye was twitching.

He just stares from a distance watching you two interact with each other. He doesn’t understand what he is feeling or why he is feeling this way. He shakes his head before turning to go find Hank to ask him about this.

Before leaving he could hear one thing that made his LED lights turn red. “Fine, I’ll go on this date with you, detective Reed. ONLY because you keep annoying me.”

“Yeah, sorry about that, but I can’t wait.” Connor turned his head to look before walking off to find Hank.

(Did I change Gavin’s character a lot? Again, I’m not that familiar with DBH)

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Connor walked around trying to find Hank. ‘Maybe he’s at his desk?’ Connor then walked over to Hank’s desk, and there he was, doing something on his phone. He approached him.

“Lieutenant Anderson,” Connor said, putting his arms to his side. Hank stopped what he was doing and turned to Connor, looking at him annoyed.

“What do you want Connor? Aren’t you supposed to be with Gavin?” Hank said, not wanting to see the android that's in front of him.

"Detective Reed was busy with officer l/n," Connor said with venom in his voice. Hank raises an eyebrow.

"Why are you talking like that Connor? You never got this angry." Hank said, now somewhat interested in what Connor has to say.

"I don't know lieutenant Anderson. That's why I came here to you." Connor responded truthfully. Now, Hank was interested.

"Okay, explain to me what's happening?" Hank asked, crossing his legs and arms.

"Detective Reed was… flirting with officer l/n. And when he said a specific word, it triggered my LED’s to turn red.” Connor said. Hank now understands what Connor meant and began to laugh and giggle.

“What’s funny? I don’t understand?” Connor said, clearly confused about why Hank is laughing.

“Aren’t you androids supposed to be programmed to know what jealousy is? That’s what is happening! You’re jealous Connor. Didn’t know androids had feelings, especially jealousy.” Hank Said, still laughing and somewhat entertained.

The oblivious android just looked at him. "We androids were never programmed to have feelings," Connor said in a straight face.

"Well, you must have learned that on your own. Anyways, I have things to attend to, you figure this out yourself." Hank said, getting up and walking away.

The brown-eyed android was just analyzing everything he said. 'How can an android get feelings?'

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That was what Connor could think. An android having feelings. He was never programmed to feel such things so how could he feel jealousy? Human emotions are confusing.

Connor decided to go outside and just walk around. Connor walked through the nearby park, just taking in the outside.

He watched families play with their kids, couples sitting on the benches. The laughter of kids in a nearby playground could be heard. A girl serving ice cream and some androids by their human owners.

He looks around then he notices a familiar face. You.

You were wearing tight jeans that made your ass pop out and a tight top as well. Then something began to process inside Connor’s head. A simulation. A dirty simulation.

Connor could see you laid out on the interrogation room table. All spread out for him, naked. Dark red marks all over your neck and chest, your face all flustered. Your legs wrapped around his waist.

“P-please Connor…” he could hear you beg. Connor looked down to see his synthetic cock rock hard. He slowly pushed inside, you arch your back at the intrusion. Connor’s LEDs flashed between red and blue.

Connor groaned and growled before diving down to your neck. “a-AH!” You moaned as Connor’s thrusts suddenly got rough. “C-Connor… C-CONNOR… CONNOR!”

He was suddenly snapped out of his thoughts when he heard your voice yelling at him. “Huh? Oh, Officer L/n.” Connor was cleaning himself up and trying to hide his boner.

“What was wrong? You were in a daze,” you said, crossing your arms. “Nothing was wrong. Did anything happen?”

“Yes, something did happen, and I was looking for you. Anyways, we have to go,” you said, turning around and walking back to the police department. Connor stared at your ass while you walked. His face turned blue. (?)

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Timeskip (The interrogation room)

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(Dom! Bottom male reader. Short though. I think I changed Connor’s character a lot.)

Connor entered the interrogation room, only to see nothing there. “Officer L/n, there is nothing here. Why did you bring me here?” he heard the door close and lock.

“Oh, Connor⁓ I know that you’ve been jealous and the way you stare at me. Especially a few hours ago, when I could feel your eyes on my ass,” you said, walking to Connor and tracing your fingertip up his body.

Connor’s face grew blue (Cause you know, his blood is blue?). “What are you talking about-” you cut him off by putting a finger to his lips.

“Don’t act dumb with me Connor. I know you had that dirty simulation when I ran into you at the park. What did you think? Me spread out for you? Whimpering under you as you thrust into me? I can make that come true.” you said, slowly taking off his shirt.

Connor finally snapped. You were caught by surprise when he picked you up. You were turned on by this cause you liked being manhandled. He carried you over to the interrogation table and laid you down.

He ripped off your clothing and attacked your neck. “A-ah⁓” you moaned as he bit in the right spot. ‘He must have scanned me to find my pleasure spots.’ (Is that right?)

Your face grew flustered as he left more dark marks all over your s/c. He then ripped your pants and you wrapped your legs around his waist. Connor continues his assault on your neck and chest.

He pulled back to look at you. It was just as he imagined, you laid out on the table. All flustered, dark marks on your chest and body, and legs around his waist.

Connor removes his shirt, pants, and last but not less, his underwear. He had a lean but somewhat muscular boy. You looked down there to see his impressive size. ‘Who at Cyberlife thought it would be a great idea to give him a 9-inch cock? Cause I wanna thank them!’

“I need to prep you,” Connor said, moving down. He was met with your hole, clenching and unclenching around nothing. He gave one lick, your body shivered. “Mmm⁓” you arch back at the feeling.

Connor notices this.

Oh boy, he went all in. His LEDs switched to yellow as he ate you out. You were a moaning mess as he pushed his synthetic tongue in, lubricating it for later. You tighten your thighs to nearly crush Connor’s head. (Not literally though)

Your cock was rock hard from the stimulation. Connor got up after assuming it was lubed enough. “Come on, Connor, fuck me,” you begged.

“I don’t wanna hurt you-” Connor said. You rolled your eyes at him. “Fine, I guess I’ll have to go get Gavin-” you were about to get up but was immediately pinned back down.

Once Connor hears his name, his LED flashes red before thrusting his whole cock in. “Ahhh! Mmm⁓” you noticed his LED light switched between yellow and red. This was a new sensation to him. A tight, wet, and warm cavern.

He immediately hit your bundle of nerves which spiked all over your body. “Ahh! C-Connor… right t-there!” you moaned as he kept hitting that spot. Connor leaned down to bite and kiss your neck.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Your toes curled as you were nearing your end.

“I’m… c-close!” you moaned. Connor got rougher with his thrusts, meaning he was close too. Suddenly Connor bit down on your collarbone, blood was gushing out.

You could feel his synthetic cum paint your insides as he filled you to the brim. Your cock burst from this, painting your chest. You panted trying to breathe properly. Your hair was sticking to your forehead from the sweat. There was a bite mark from Connor, and other hickeys.

“So, have you made your mind up? About having feelings?” you said, getting up. “I guess, androids really do have feelings,” Connor said, his LED switching back to blue.

“Didn’t know androids had feelings, but I guess they do. That makes you special,” you said, pulling in for a kiss.

BONUS:

“Great, that tin can stole my crush,” Gavin grumbled, he watched the interrogation room camera and saw Connor take your virginity.

THE END!

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I hoped y’all enjoyed this! Tomorrow I have school 😭😭😭 the weekend went so fast!

A/n: Anyways, till next time, bye my 🍓Little Strawberries🍓

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ratofthemedievalsewers · 3 years

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Heart of Steel - Part I

DBH Connor x Male Reader

Word Count: 2.5K+

Content warning: Minor injury detail, PTSD, language

Original game dialogue I got from this video:

https://youtu.be/32Np9LKI1Vg

We were attacked in the night.

After returning from a mission back to an outpost several miles from the red zone, we removed our gear save for a few pouches on our belts we could bother with later. Our team leader set up a fire while the SQ800s, CyberLife commissioned combat androids, began loading up the trucks with extra artillery and resources. A job that could have waited until morning, but Alpha always gave the androids something to do. He said that they creeped him out when they would just stand there in a dormant state, waiting for their next mission to be given to them.

"You know what I'm going to do when I get home?"

"Here we go again."

"I'm going to get me a WR400," Foxtrot; not everyone's favourite but he certainly kept us entertained when there was nothing to do.

"Uh-huh and with what money are you going to be using to pay for this WR400? A military salary definitely ain't gonna cut it." Echo always called out Foxtrot's bullshit, he was the only one that had the patience to deal with him.

"Fine, my birthday is comin' up, if you put towards two-thirds of what it costs we can share. How does that sound?"

"I am not sharing anything with you, I don't know what diseases you carry." Their constant back forth sent chuckles through the group.

"Alright, that's enough you two. It's getting late and past everyone's bedtime, I want you all awake by O-five-hundred at the latest," Alpha would often stop them before Foxtrot would take it too far, but he could never hide the twitching smile on his face.

"Yes sir," Foxtrot mock saluted as he stood from his seat around the campfire. "Hey Echo, that offer is still-"

One moment Foxtrot had a wide grin on his face, the next there was a hole in his head between his eyes, the sound of gunshot ringing in everyone's ears.

"SHOTS FIRED! GET TO COVER NOW!"

"FOXTROT IS DOWN! I REPEAT, FOXTROT IS DOWN!"

It was dark, we couldn't see where they were firing from. The android was the only one still standing, firing off in random directions as they were gunned down. The next was Delta, shot in the left shoulder, then the throat. My gun was back in my tent and there was no chance of me getting it. Stupid.

"MEDIC! GET TO DELTA! NOW!"

"GRENADE!"

I heard the thump by my feet before I saw it. You would think it would be terrifying, to know you're staring death in the face, but for a second it was peaceful. My body was cold and I already felt like a corpse, the Rigour Mortis freezing me in place, just softly gazing at what would kill me.

Something grabbed me before the grenade exploded, saving my life but destroying the android.

The bedsheets were crumpled and soaked in sweat again when my eyes shot open. It was hard to breathe, the panic was still running through me and closing up my throat at the memory.

In; one, two, three, four. Hold; one, two, three, four. Out; one, two, three, four. Hold; one, two, three, four.

It took a few minutes for me to remember where I was. That I was home and that I was safe. Out of nervous habit, I gripped my dog tags, they were wet from the sweat that had soaked through my shirt in the night.

"Shit." It was four in the morning, there was no chance of getting any more sleep and the station wouldn't be open for another two more hours at the least. Saying that; Fowler wanted to speak to me first thing, which never meant anything good for anyone.

It was aching again at the joint. The biomechanical component always felt itchy where it joined at the elbow. Anytime I would have that dream I would scratch at it in my sleep, it was like my subconscious knew it didn't belong. It knew my rotting left arm was still in the desert somewhere being picked apart by vultures.

It's almost ironic; to be saved by an android and then to have part of one attached to me. I hated it.

*****

"Morning Cyborg, you look like shit." Gavin was forever pleasant to talk to.

"Fuck off, Reed." He constantly hovered around the coffee machine, hogging it like it was his newborn baby. "Is Fowler in yet?"

"Not yet, you in trouble?" He took his time making his coffee, exceeding in being the department's resident asshat. "Did he catch you looking at porn on your work terminal again?"

"I'm pretty sure that's only ever happened to you." Not wanting to be reminded of his previous escapades I got no response. Gavin let out a small huff before moving to the side with his fresh cup of coffee, freeing up the machine.

"Officer (L/N)." Oh for fuck's sake.

"Sir?" Captain Fowler stood outside his office, his coat half soaked from the rain.

"My office, I need to speak to you." He didn't give a second glance to me before turning and letting the glass door shut behind him.

"Ha, good luck cyborg." Shooting Gavin the middle finger, I followed Captian Fowler into his office.

"What was it you wished to talk about, sir?" Feet shoulder-width apart, back straight and hands behind my back; habits from the army were destined to die hard. Often I would find myself moving my hand up to salute before leaving the presence of a superior, something else for Gavin to make fun of.

"You're aware of the deviant cases I've assigned to Lieutenant Anderson, correct?" Fowler sat at his desk, wet coat now hung on its rack, but there was slight dampness to his suit blazer where his coat had been left open.

"Yes sir. I believe he's being accompanied by a prototype RK800 from Cyberlife."

"That's correct. I'm sure you're aware that these deviancy cases are on the more..."

"Dangerous?"

"...Unpredictable side. Now, I can't exactly issue a gun to a prototype android if it's going to be in the field and, while I value Hank as a police officer, his record is on the rougher side."

"Captain Fowler, with all due respect, I don't believe-"

"Office (L/N), with all due respect, you don't have an opinion in this matter. I want you to accompany Lieutenant Anderson in these assignments just in case a deviant becomes too much for him or this android to handle. You've certainly got the skillset for it and you're not unfamiliar with working alongside androids, unlike quite a few officers in this department."

"I understand that, but-"

"Whatever you're gonna say I don't want to hear it." Captain Fowler didn't give me a chance to argue as he stood and walked to his office door, the annoyed look on his face worsening. "Hank, in my office!"

I let out a sigh before Captain Fowler turned back to his desk. Through the office wall made of glass Hank reluctantly made his way towards us grumbling something under his breath at the request, the RK800 model obediently following behind him like a little, lost puppy. Hank sat in the chair opposite Fowler while the android stood next to me, giving a small smile as a greeting.

Captain Fowler was the first to talk, "I've got ten new cases involving androids on my desk every day. We've always had isolated incidents, old ladies losing their android maids and that kind of crap... But now, we're getting reports of assaults and even homicides, like that guy last night. This isn't just cyberlife's problem anymore, it's now a criminal investigation and we've gotta deal with it before the shit hits the fan. I want you to investigate these cases, alongside officer (L/N) and see if there's any link."

"Why me? And why do I need a god damned partner? A stupid android is already too much. Why do I gotta be the one to deal with this shit?" Props to Hank for trying, but arguing with Fowler was like talking to a brick wall. "I am the least qualified cop in the country to handle this case! I know jack shit about androids, Jeffery. I can barely change the settings on my own phone."

"Everybody's overloaded. I think you're perfectly qualified for this type of investigation," They were already starting to blow up at each other.

"Bullshit! The truth is nobody wants to investigate these fuckin' androids and you left me holdin' the bag!"

"CyberLife sent over this android to help with this investigation and I've given you (L/N) as well. You've got a state of the art prototype and a leading police officer to act as your partners."

"No fuckin' way! I don't need partners, and certainly not this plastic prick and some action hero fucker."

"Nice working with you too, Lieutenant Anderson," I said under my breath, not intending for the others to hear. Connor turned his head slightly in my direction, I could see his LED blink yellow for a moment before going back to its bright blue.

"Hank, you are seriously starting to piss me off! You are a police lieutenant, you are supposed to do what I say and shut your goddamn mouth!"

"You know what my goddamn mouth has to say to you, huh?"

"I'll pretend like I didn't hear that, so I don't have to add any more pages to your disciplinary folder 'cause it already looks like a fuckin' novel! This conversation is over."

"Jeffrey, Jesus Christ! Why are you doin' this to me? You know how much I hate these fuckin' things. Why are you doin' this to me?" Most of the department knew why he had such a distaste towards androids, no one could necessarily blame him. Ever since losing his son Hank had become completely different as both a person and an officer. Admittedly, Fowler was harsh on him, but if he wasn't then Hank would drift.

"I've had just enough of your bitching. Either you do your job or you hand in your badge. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got work to do." Hank left in a strop, letting out his frustration on Fowler's office door.

"Well then..." Connor was quick to break the tense silence. His voice caught me off guard, it was smoother, more human than any android's I had heard before. The SQ800's voices had always been more robotic than other models so it had been a shock when the androids back home had sounded so normal, it felt like that all over again. It was jarring. "I won't keep you any longer. Have a nice day captain."

Connor left and I followed behind, giving a small nod of dismissal to Fowler despite him still looking at his terminal screen.

The android went straight to Hank either oblivious or ignoring the lieutenant's current bad mood, granted there was never a time the bastard was in a good mood. Heaven itself could rain down on Detroit and he'd huff at it like a hair in his food.

"I got the impression my presence causes you some inconvenience, Lieutenant. I'd like you to know I'm very sorry about that. In any case, I'd like you to know I'm very to be working with you." Ever the enthusiast.

"I'd give in now. You're talking to a toddler in a fifty-year old's body and the toddler is having a hissy fit." I half sat and half leant against Hank's desk, using my arms to support my weight.

"Apologies, I don't believe I've introduced myself. My name is Connor, I am the android sent by CyberLife." He turned to me, a gentle and manufactured smile on his face. "It's a pleasure to be working with you too, officer (L/N). I'm sure we'll make a great team."

"Er... (Y/N) is just fine."

"Is there a desk anywhere I could use?"

"No one's using that one." Hank points to the desk opposite him, while still sulking like a child.

"Gasp, it speaks," I said in a sarcastic tone while turning to Hank.

"Fuck off. I've already got an android on my ass, I don't need you on it too."

I grabbed a terminal pad before perching myself back at the edge of Hank's desk while Connor got comfortable at the empty one. The light at the side of his head flashing yellow for a moment like he was hesitant to speak."You have a dog, right?"

"How do you know that?"

"The dog hairs on your chair. I like dogs. What's your dog's name?"

"What's it to you?" Hank shifted in his seat, "...Sumo... I call him Sumo."

"Under all those shitty shirts and questionable stains there's a warm, beating heart," I say more to myself than the other two, skimming over the recent case files sent in by Fowler.

"Officer (L/N)... (Y/N), knowing that we'd be working together I read your academy and field records. You have quite an interesting background."

"Oh yeah, then you understand that I may be a little driven to get these cases over with. I can't say I'm a fan of you terminators."

"I understand you have a... warped view of androids due to what you've experienced, but I hope you understand that I am your partner and not your enemy."

"Connor, you're not my partner, you're cyberlife's latest gizmo for us kick around." I sigh, turning to sit at my desk adjacent to hanks, taking the terminal pad with me. "Just look through the deviant case files. Terminals on your desk, knock yourself out."

They're nothing but machines. They are not your friends.

"Two-hundred and forty-three files, the first date back nine months. It all started in Detroit... And quickly spread across the country." Connor had only connected the terminal moments before.

"Don't work your CPU too hard," I mutter under my breath, catching a quick huff of amusement from Hank.

"An AX400 is reported to have murdered a man last night. That could be a good starting point for our investigation." Hank was doing his best to pretend Connor didn't exist, but the android was persistent. Connor stood from his chair and made his way into Hank's personal space.

"Uh, Jesus..." Hank turned his chair away.

"I understand you're facing personal issues, Lieutenant, but you need to move past them and-" For an android, Connor has some balls on him.

"Hey! Don't talk to me like you know me. I'm not your friend and I don't need your advice, okay?" Hank's mood had soured like milk, it wouldn't be long until Fowler was adding another page to Hank's disciplinary folder.

"I've been assigned this mission Lieutenant, I didn't come here to wait until you feel like working."

"Connor, you're just gonna-" I had wasted my breath, Hank had already stood and was grabbing onto Connor by the collar of his Cyberlife jacket and slamming against the screen next to his desk. "Hank!"

"Listen asshole. If it were up to me, I'd rather throw the lot of you in a dumpster and set a match to it. So, stop pissing me off... or things are gonna get nasty."

"Hank," I placed a hand on his shoulder to try and lightly pull him away from Connor but only earned a nasty side-eye. "Leave off him, you don't get paid enough to replace him."

"Lieutenant... Officer (L/N), uh... sorry to disturb you," Looks like the tin can was saved before Hank could knock the light out of him, "I have some information on the AX400 that killed that guy last night. It's been sighted in the Ravendale district."

"I'm on it." Hank didn't glance back when he dropped Connor's collar. The puppy dog look on his face almost made me feel bad for him... almost.

"Come on, WALL-E. Don't want to keep the old man waiting."

#detroit become human #dbh #dbh connor #dbh rk800 #dbh fanfic #dbh x reader #dbh x male reader #connor x male reader #connor rk800 #male reader #m! reader #connor x m!reader

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Tabula Rasa

a modern Pygmalion au by Lothlorienne

(read on ao3) pairing: Hankcon

tags: Alternate universe-canon divergence, Inspired by Pygmalion and Galatea (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore), Bonding, Domestic, Humor, Awkward Flirting, Falling in Love, Hurt/Comfort, Mutual Pining, Body Image, Identity Issues, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Canon-Typical Violence, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Resolved Sexual Tension, Mild Sexual Content

summary: Acclaimed roboticist Hank Anderson decides to take on one last project before planning to resign from his steady job at Cyberlife. He agrees to fully programming the latest police prototype within the comfort of his own home. However, it doesn't take long for the android to start developing its own personal code in ways neither had dared to predict. How are the two supposed to handle these clear signs of deviancy, especially with the deadline of Connor's permanent transfer ever approaching?

***

This story and artwork was created for the Reverse Big Bang DBH Event! I had such a blast working with Lothlorienne on this project who did a phenomenal job bringing this lil idea to life. It’s a mutual pining extravaganza with the cutest Connor and a slow, subtle unfurling of deep emotion that I just can’t get enough of. I can’t thank her enough for all her time and hard work and inspiring me endlessly with her brilliant ideas, and of course a huge thank you goes out to the organizers of the @dbhau-bigbang for making this possible!

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alovesongshewrote · 4 years

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Oops, I Did It Again | Connor DBH

Plot: Sometimes you get bored. Sometimes you get crepes. Sometimes you get tackled by a St. Bernard [Connor DBH x Gender Neutral!Reader]

Word Count: 1,508

Warnings: dog

A/n: this is a direct sequel to this, and like most other sequels, it’s worse, lol. though, you do get to hang out with sumo in this one, so

Tags: @deviatedwinter

masterlist

There are certain situations in which charges get dropped. I can’t be bothered to list them, but trust me when I say an android revolution is one of them.

So, after like, a week on the run, you were free to go. No breaking and entering charge, no theft charge, no nothing. Just the memories of adrenaline in your veins, soft lips on yours and the joys of screwing over your employers.

After you’d obtained your freedom, you stayed in Detroit. It wasn’t like you had anywhere else to be or anything else to do. In truth, you were kind of bored. Believe it or not, there was not much to do in a rebuilding city except for supporting small businesses. So you did. Every Saturday was crepe day, that’s just how it was. Or at least, that’s how it was supposed to be.

One particular Saturday, you were halfway to the creperie. Your headphones were plugged in, your music was blasting, and you completely neglected to notice the very large St. Bernard headed your way. You had no choice but to take note, however, when the dog jumped on you, knocking you right to the ground. Another person may have been upset by this, but not you. You like dogs because you are a normal and good human being overall, so getting knocked over by a lovely pup such as this one kind of made your day.

“Hey there buddy! How are you? I am well,” you said, allowing the large beast to sniff you. Once the dog decided that you were worthy™, it rolled onto its back, allowing you to do the honour of petting it. You rolled with it, deciding to pet the heck out of this random dog.

“Awww, you’re such a good dog!! You are baby :),” you cooed, as the dog stuck his tongue out, very clearly enjoying himself.

Connor, the android sent by Hank, was not feeling the same way. Post-revolution, the deviant detective had moved in with his partner in solving crimes, and so had been sent to walk the lovely jewel of the household, Sumo. Usually, an activity such as this brought Connor joy, but somehow, the St. Bernard had escaped from his leash and run off through the streets of Detroit.

Connor was, obviously, not okay with this. He was in, as the kids call it, deep shit. Maybe, with a human dog-walker, losing a dog of Sumo’s size might be a little more understandable. A dog like that could easily send a toddler, or some other unsuspecting person flying through the air. Big dogs tend to be pretty strong, and Sumo was, in fact, a big strong dog. Connor was not some other unsuspecting person though. He wasn’t a toddler either. He was an android, a deviant android made of literal fucking metal. So, how did Sumo escape his grasp?

Plot contrivances.

But that wasn’t exactly an answer Hank would accept, so when Sumo fled Connor gave chase. You would think he’d be good at that considering his background as a detective. He’d chased several people and androids through the streets of Detroit, his thirium pump beating out of his chest, racing, surging forward as a familiar thrill raced through him. He’d run through this city, forward and back, too many times to count, feet hitting the ground in time with each simulated breath.

So, chasing a dog should be nothing, right? Ha, no. Out of all the things Connor had ever chased in his life, a slip of paper lost in the wind, an umbrella during a storm, deviants, criminals and the like, Sumo proved to be the most difficult creature Conner ever had the pleasure of chasing down. When he found the dog, though, Connor found the other most difficult creature he’d ever dealt with in his android life.

“Awww, you’re such a good dog!! You are baby :)”

“How did you say that out loud?”

You stopped petting the St. Bernard, purely out of shock. Now, there was a voice you’d never expected to hear again. You’d hoped for it, of course. Maybe you’d heard it in some of your stranger dreams, and maybe it had come in across your T.V, like, once, but you never actually believed you’d hear it again. At least not in person. However, when you turned, there he was. That fucking cop.

“Well, hey there Connor sent by- huh. Probably not Cyberlife anymore, huh?”

“I-”

“Oh, you weren’t sent by the police, were you? I swear anything you find in my apartment isn’t mine, I stole everything-”

“I-I’m… what?”

You stopped, standing up to face Connor directly. Sumo whined, though, so you stopped what you were planning on doing and resumed petting the dog, “Damn, I made you speechless. I am proud of myself just so you know.”

Connor looked at you, and then at Sumo. It seemed that the great beast liked you. With a sigh, the android took a seat on the other side of the dog and watched as you rubbed circles into the pup’s fur.

“So,” you smirked, “It’s nice to see you again! I don’t think I’ve ever seen you outside of a police department before, so this is cool. I like your shirt.”

Connor had no clue what the fuck you were on about, which was becoming a regular thing at this point. You were referring to a plain white shirt. He had no idea what there was to like about it. When you grinned at him, though, he didn’t care. He just wanted to say something to you.

“Thank you.”

“No problem! So, is this big guy yours?”

“Uh, well, yes, I suppose. His name is Sumo.”

If possible, your smile widened. You rubbed the fluff around Sumo’s face and cooed again, as if you were slowly becoming a pigeon, “Sumo!! Sumo, Sumo, Sumo. It’s perfect!”

For a moment, Connor found himself staring. He wasn’t sure what the word was for how he felt watching you fuss over his dog, but he knew it was… nice. Seeing you smile felt like seeing the sun come out after weeks of rain. It felt like a fresh pot of coffee in the station, or the joys of a case well done. It was nice. Really nice. It was just as confusing as everything else you did, though.

“Well, he is just the cutest thing!!” you squeaked. It actually took Connor a minute to realize you were talking to him.

“I’ve heard Hank call him a ‘good boy.’”

“He is!” you exclaimed before realizing you had no idea who Hank was. That, you decided, would not be a problem for you today. Maybe it would be for a future you, but you weren’t going to deal with it now. Now, you were going to cause other problems.

“So, how've ya been, Connor?”

“Me?”

“Yeah, you, the last time I saw you we didn’t exactly talk, and a lot has happened since then, so… how are you?”

“I’m… I’m doing well. What about you, have you been alright since you…”

“Since I kissed you and fled the police station in the wee hours of the morning?”

“Yes, I believe that covers it.”

You giggled, the smile on your face growing soft as you remembered that night, “Yeah, that was fun. The charges were dropped so I’m generally free to go. I just have to avoid committing any other crimes and I should be in the clear.”

There was a moment of silence that almost broke you. Fortunately, Connor broke the silence first, “Did you not say everything in your apartment is stolen?”

You could not help the loud and obnoxious laugh that escaped you, “You got me there officer! Perhaps you’d like to visit sometime? Y’know, to investigate,” on the last word you made sure to wiggle your eyebrows intensely. You weren’t sure if Connor got the joke, but he did smile, so that was a win.

“So, (Y/N), where were you headed before Sumo interfered?”

“Damn, Con! It’s always straight to the point, huh?”

“Straight t-?”

“I was actually on my way to grab crepes. I enjoy supporting local businesses.”

The android raised an eyebrow and gave you a very fun smirk, “Are you sure you aren’t stealing from them?”

“Positive. You could join me if you wanted to check? They allow dogs, so...”

Once again, there was a moment of nerve-wracking silence. Thank god for Connor, honestly, “I think I would like that.”

His answer was semi-unexpected but entirely welcome. You jumped to your feet, instantly ready to go, “Come on then! Let’s go! Rock and roll, buckaroo!”

Once again confused and charmed by your antics, Connor followed your lead, standing and calling Sumo to his side.

Yeah, you were still odd. And you made him feel weird, but it was the best kind of weird. You were a lovely type of strange, the exact type that made him smile. And you got along with his dog. That, my homeskillet, is a good thing.

#connor x reader #connor dbh x reader #connor x you #connor dbh x you #connor x y/n #dbh #dbh x reader #detroit become human #connor detroit become human #rk800 #sumo dbh #dbh sumo #lovesong's writing

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HEAT WAVES

This is a short multi-character series about different kinds of love blooming in the summertime. Written as part of the DBH LATE SUMMER PROMPT CHALLENGE.

@connor-sent-by-cyberlife

[Part 1/7: BROKEN A/C]

“Tincan.”

“Mmmmm.”

“Tincan, I’m hot.”

“My processors are overheating too.”

“Tincaaaaaan. Do something.”

“I tried but your ancient air conditioning just won’t start. I can’t even begin to fix it.”

“State-of-the-art android, my ass. Tell Cyberlife I want a refund.”

The only comeback Gavin received was a cushion thrown weakly in his general direction. Nines was splayed out shirtless on the couch beside him. The oppressive heat had rendered even the most advanced fighting machine sluggish and irritable.

“The replacement unit will arrive tomorrow.”

“So what are we supposed to do till then?”

“Stop bitching, for a start.”

Gavin smacked Nines on the chest. The temperature of his skin made Gavin sit up in shock. It was extremely warm to the touch. Like a human with a raging fever… or an old gaming computer clogged with dust. His annoyance turned to sympathy as he saw the bag of frozen peas balanced across Nines’ forehead.

He decided to stop taking it out on his poor husband. Humans could at least sweat to cool down, androids didn’t have that option. Their cooling fans could only do so much. Gavin patted Nines’ stomach in commiseration. His hand was shoved away with an irritated whine.

Gavin sank back into the sticky couch. It was apparently up to him to make things better. Their marriage was mostly codependent, but every now and then one of them would turn into a giant baby for the other to coddle. Gavin was hoping it would be his turn, but clearly Nines had gotten there first.

He lay back against the damp cushions and considered the situation. Climate change had messed up Detroit’s pleasant summers and he’d fully expected the steep rise in temperatures… but he’d been caught off guard by the air-conditioning going bust. So much for moving to a heritage district for the old-timey atmosphere and vibes…

The last time he’d experienced something like this was when he was growing up. His family lived in a typical middle-income housing zone where most buildings were only equipped with heating, not cooling systems. Summers made staying indoors unbearable.

Gavin and his gang of troublemakers would be out in the street from sunrise till sundown. They’d turn some unsuspecting neighbour’s garden hose and tarpaulin into their own little water park, slipping and sliding down the street until someone called their mothers. Once, when they were a little older, they “accidentally” crashed a car into a fire hydrant and the whole block came out to catch the cooling spray.

The summer before he joined the police academy, Gavin’s mother emptied all the cash in her wallet and told him to get out of the neighbourhood before anyone called his future employers on him. So instead of wreaking havoc in their suburb, the gang decided to take a trip to Lake St Clair, just outside of Detroit.

It was the shortest yet most beautiful excursion of Gavin’s life. He could still remember the sunshine glittering off the ripples in the seemingly boundless water. The cheap but delicious snack food. The raucous laughter of his close childhood friends. The immediate sensation of calm upon jumping into the cool depths of the lake.

A plan had already formed in his mind as he lifted the bag of peas off Nines’ head. He cut off the loud protest with an even louder kiss.

“Nines baby, get in the car. We’re going on a little road trip.”

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