#connor @ gavin in their first meeting

[glass-noodle]

Is Gavin going to be eaten by Nines like Kamski by Connor (hopeful)? Just asking for a friend 👉👈

There are two camps here I see

[tartrazeen]

Connor and Hank break up and this is the first fucking thing Connor does.

Nines doesn't have a better idea so he's there too.

Markus is there for moral support.

So he says.

He's lying.

Same.

[drifternox]

There's something about a nightmare that makes you forget that you don't quite get along yet

Little thing for an all human au I have where Connor convinces Gavin to take in his younger brother as a roommate.

Nines was military, currently works as an FBI agent and the two do mildly tolerate each other at first (Nines needs a place, Gavin would like to not struggle meeting rent)

Connor, pitching the idea: Hey and at least only one of you will wake up from PTSD riddled night terrors!

Nines, two months later: you lied to me, we both have it and his are worse Connor: oh fuck I didn't kno- ...No..No oh of course that bitch lied on the psych eval what am I saying

[sunwarmed-ash]

🔥Sinful Sunday🔥

Are yall sad the dbh stream is over? I am :( hopefully this fills the void a bit 💙

Chapter 3: Are all the good times getting gone?

Fandom: Detroit Become Human Ships: Hank x Connor x Gavin Rating: Explicit, 🔞Sexual content🔞 Tags: The Eden Club Sequel fic, Consensual Sex Worker Connor, Polycule dynamics, Porn With Plot, Evil Kamski, Drama, Funny, Gavin Reed is Bad at Feelings, Threesome - M/M/M, Semi public sex, Elijah Kamski & Gavin Reed are Half-Siblings/Twins Preview:

“Mandatory ANGER MANAGEMENT meetings? You’re FUCKING KIDDING right?!”

“Not really helping your CASE here HANK,” Fowler exclaims, frustration of his own close to boiling over. 

“Jeffery what the fuck’s going on huh? Did I piss you off or something? Why are you taking his side? You haven't even heard what I have to say!”

“You punched a subordinate officer Hank!”

Which, is true, but-

“I punched an asshole who was shit-talking an ex-employee on the clock! What happened to due process huh? There were two other people in that room! If you wanted the real story you could have asked either of them!”

“Detective Reed and Officer Chen were in the room,” Fowler scoffs dismissively. “Do you really think either of them can be considered bipartisan witnesses?”

Hank can feel the vein that rests between his forehead about to explode. This can’t really be happening right? Did he slip on the ice out front and knock himself unconscious just to wake up in Bizarro World? 

“What happened with Reynolds’ android case at the Eden club?” 

Hank doesn't know why his instinct demands that as the first line of questioning, but it proves, as always, to be the right one, because Jeff's eyebrows scrunch together in confusion. 

“...What case at the Eden Club?”

[its always free to read my stuff! but tips, coffee, and comments do in fact help me work faster!]

ao3 kofi

[unfortunately-obsessed]

It's Called: Freefall

Relationship: Machine!Connor & Reader. AO3 link.

Tw: canon-typical violence and behavior.

Summary:

You were assigned to work with Connor against your best wishes.

And there's something. Connor shouldn't be able to touch a gun, ever.

It was supposed to just help with forensic bullshit, investigation, take your job. Whatever. Not do that shitshow it did on the Eden Club.

When you were eight, your father had two dogs and the terrible habit of beating things into shape.

Two dogs. Dobermans. Trained to watch the door.

You still remember how they curled up close to you. How warm and soft and gentle they were with you. How your father kept them outside, pitilessly.

Remember how they kept going back to him, wagging their docked tails, love and forgiveness in their eyes despite all the pain.

Never forget: how your father trained them into obedience, until they loved him, and how they believed wholly they could be loved back as long they're good.

~*~*~

"Can I ask you a question, detective?"

You open your eyes, not startled by Connor. The cold hurts your cheeks, and you're not dressed for the weather.

It's difficult to remember why you're here, at first, head pounding with pressure. Eyes dance on the freezed playground and Detroit's river running cold.

Years on the job and your ears still ring with gunshots.

But there's a beer on your hand and an android in pristine clothing before you. You take one step back, back meeting the rail, body instinctively retreating. Shuffling with your feet on the white-covered ground.

"Do all androids ask so many personal questions–, you take a sip of the beer, voice too coarse to talk loud, "–or is it just you?"

Something on your mind tells you it's just him. And this little voice also sends a shiver down your spine– Connor shouldn't be able to touch a gun, ever.

It was supposed to just help with forensic bullshit, investigation, take your job. Whatever. Not do that shitshow it did on the Eden Club.

Connor tilts its head like it's analyzing your thoughts, reading you like an open book. Like it's innocent, and can feel how you tremble from the cold. "Why are you so determined to kill yourself?"

You glance up the sky, scoffing, unable to look it in the eyes. The sky is breathing and crying, tonight. And you pretend Connor's voice doesn't bury a knife between your ribs. How you almost flinches at it.

Humans are so irrational. At the end of the day, it rots between your teeth.

"I don't know what Cyberlife did with your social program, but it's not working," you say, baffled. Then, shaking your head, you mock, "An android with all the virtues I dislike and none the vices I admire."

Connor stands still, snow upon its shoulders. "Woking with an officer with personal issues is an added challenge, but adapting to human unpredictability to is one of my features."

Your eyebrows rise. If you didn't know better, you would say Connor were sarcastic, or even sassy, right now.

But you do know better, and your lips are bleeding red, tongue tasting blood from the mean uppercut that blue-haired Traci gave you, splitting your lips and toring a wound in your jaw, and how the android is better dead.

And Connor died once, already. In the interrogation room, Ortiz's android killed Connor before killing itself. And the paperwork was a headache. Thirium stained Gavin's favorite tshirt, too.

You don't like Connor.

But you don't like Gavin even more.

So you weren't too mad about the paperwork.

(Death is the only real elegance; a promise kept. Those two Tracis never lived but now they are dead. You could throw this at Connor's face; say, even androids want to kill themselves. )

Connor adjust his tie and you roll your eyes. "Cyberlife really thought of everything, huh. They even gave you delusions of adequacy."

You take another sip from the beer, hoping it'll wash off the blood aftertaste. Bitter fighting bitter. Tell yourself it happens to everyone; this reason-less undying grief.

Connor draws closer, never not scrutinizing you. It'll try to make it work between you both; your collaboration matters to the mission, and nothing matters more than the mission– Connor itself told you so.

"You should stop drinking, detective," Connor says, hunching on the rail by your side, human-like. "It could have serious consequences for your health."

You cringe. It sounds genuine, this feigned interest. And you remember that Cyberlife ad, how humans dislike perfection. Connor has uneven dimples, a soft jawline, and nearly-invisible wrinkles– and it infuriates you.

Rage is blood in the water– rage is something that gets stuck on throats–

"That's the idea," you say. And take another sip just to challenge it, or perhaps yourself. Irrational as it is.

Connor decides to ignore the fierceness in your demeanor, setting its eyes on the river. And you decide to swallow more beer, mindful of what battles to fight.

It furrows eyebrows, yet again mimicking human body-language. "We’re not making any progress on this investigation," it says, matter-of-factly. "The deviants have nothing in common. They’re all different models, produced at different times, in different places."

It was taking too long for Connor to rumble back to its ramblings. You sigh, tired. You're clocked-out and this android followed you to talk about work, and you're too sober for this bullshit.

You wish to put Connor's head between the asphalt and the tire of a very heavy truck. Making you work without payment. The audacity! "There must be some link."

With fascination, you watch his jaw visibly tense. "We know the deviants experience an emotional shock, a violent trauma or a sense of injustice," it says, forehead creased.

You glance at the empty and melancholic beer bottle on your hand. "Those android at the Eden Club sure had a reason to feel a sense of injustice."

Connor's eyes shot back to you, nearly indignantly. Nostrils flared and face washed in bafflement. "Nothing in their program allows them to feel wronged," it says, copying the mocking tone you used earlier. "They can simulate human emotions, but they're machines, they don’t feel anything."

You agree. And maybe you should keep your big mouth shut for once, but the edges of your visions are blurry from alcohol. "What about you, Connor? What are you really?"

A defiant act of creation. A crime.

A machine that can not only get your gun from you – you, an officer of the law, – but fire without hesitation. For its own benefit, no less.

"You know exactly what I am," he says, monotone. And it's true, but not what you want to hear. "In any case, I don’t see how that’s relevant to the investigation."

Connor tilts its head again, like a kicked puppy, like you are going to make sense at a 45° angle. You copy him.

"Were just executing a program when you shot those androids, them?" You question, an edge of impatience creeping into your tone.

Were you just executing a program when you left me to die?

You open and close your hands, flexing fingers, a dull pain radiating from the knuckles, spreading through the entirety of the muscles. You had to pull yourself back from the edge of a building.

Not that you were surprised when Connor chose the suspect over you. It made all logical sense. Especially when the deviant could have all the information you needed.

And, of course, Connor did not hesitate when he shot that Traci. Connor's hands can't waver nor tremble like yours.

Humans are too complicated, you'll give Connor that. This resentment bubbling on your chest doesn't belong.

"I did what I was programmed to do," it says, because Connor is just an echo of Cyberlife and Cyberlife doesn't care about who dies and who lives. "I didn't have any doubts, if that's what you're asking."

Suddenly, you are made aware of the gun sitting in your hip. The weight pulling your center of gravity down, how you won every shooting championship within Michigan in the last three years. And Connor knows that because Cyberlife knows everything.

You're so very aware of your gun that you can almost ignore adrenaline running through your veins until your hands shake, nor from fear nor pain, but from sheer instinct. How everything feels hot, burning.

Breathing deep and focusing hard on Connor, you say, "When you took the gun from me, did you feel anything? Didn't you feel it was wrong?"

"I'm sorry," it says, not even trying to pretend some kind of regret or confusion, "but I don't see what you're getting at."

You can't help but give a mirthless laugh.

("What do you want from this?" "A lot. Everything.")

Connor looks at you, brown eyes dull, empty. Studying you to the marrow, burning down like wax, slitting like razor.

What an age to live on! The world is collapsing. Nothing truly matters. Everyone is dying, and everything is dying also. You're going home with your own blood in your mouth.

The night gets heavy, like they always do. "Are you afraid to die Connor?"

Connor is sharp-edged steel and you're prone to cut yourself on it. "Why would I be afraid?"

Another chill creeps through you, lacing your throat with a knot.

" No. No," you say, shaking your head, vindicated if not exasperated, "I know that if I shoot you right now you'll just come back like nothing happened. They'll re-upload a backup. I know that."

Snow sets between you two. And something burns on the gaze Connor's giving you; stern, a furious snow storm behind artificial eyes.

"I am asking, are you afraid to die, Connor? " you say, more force behind your words than necessary. "What happens then?"

It takes a good minute for Connor to digest what you just said. I am afraid to die, you think, unashamed of your own weakness.

But looking at Connor right now, the aloofness behind dull eyes, you finally understand a pivotal element standing just before your eyes.

Connor is a dog someone beat into obedience.

And Connor truly believes that, as long as true effort is put into the mission, as long as the massacre is done and the blood is shed, Cyberlife will turn around and smile and will not raise its hand anymore.

He replies shortly, "Nothing. There would be nothing."

[pinkdoodoofart]

Your Hair (Connor x Black! Reader)

Summary: Connor is still adjusting to being at the DPD and improving his relationships with you and Hank. He starts with you, trying to understand you more and grow closer to you. (Will be a bunch of one-shots in chapters I guess?)

Word Count: 1141

This has not been proofread, wrote this today before work so it will be edited later maybe. A little comfort oneshot for those who struggle with liking their hair, i def struggled ToT

Though he has his own desk now, Connor is still not generally familiar with his environment or his partners at the DPD. Lieutenant Anderson, better known as Hank, shows much disdain towards Connor. Making it difficult to work on cases efficiently, much to Connor's dismay.

Software Instability Decreased

However, all is not entirely formidable. His other partner, (Y/N), quiet as you can be, was pleasant and understanding. When you first met, he wasn't ignored, pushed to the side, or spoken to rudely. Instead, you greeted him as if he were another human being. However, meeting at the homicide crime scene of Carlos Ortiz was not what he would consider cordial.

Today was a slow day at the department. Hank hasn't shown up yet, Gavin is loud and obnoxious, and no one will even bat an eye in his direction. Connor sits at his desk, scanning over the same files repeatedly looking for anything to pique his interest.

"Good morning Connor," a sweet and soft voice greets, prompting Connor to raise his head in the direction of his quiet partner. His eyes shoot up to your head before responding. Your hair was gigantic and different from when he last saw her with braids.

"Good morning (Y/N), did you have a safe drive to the station?" He questions as he watches you set up at your desk. He couldn't stop his eyes from drifting to your hair as he spoke. You look at him with a soft smile as you sit down, "I did, less traffic than normal thank fuck." This makes Connor chuckle a bit, you're quiet, but you have quite a dirty mouth.

"That's good..." he says as he keeps staring intensely. You look up to see him staring intensely at your head, making you look up as if something was above you.

"Is something wrong Connor?" you question while sitting at your desk, facing him. Finally, his attention shifts to your face as he turns his head to the left slightly, "Your hair is drastically different from the last time I saw you. It's... very big". This makes you let out a loud and uncontrolled laugh (which gets the attention of other coworkers, prompting you to quiet down), not telling him about the unintentional innuendo he said.

"I took my braids out and decided to go with the 'fro," You say simply staring at him with a smile trying to calm yourself down. This further confuses him, it shouldn't look like that after taking them out, right? "Do you like it, Connor?" You ask while puffing it out as if putting on a show for him. He continues to stare, perplexed by the volume of your hair having increased considerably. While distracted, he doesn't notice you moving closer in your chair. "You seem lost in thought, you good?" You examine when your first question remained unanswered.

"I'm fine Detective, but I do have a question," he finally responds after some time. You nod and sit patiently, waiting for him to elaborate. "Your hair's volume and mass has increased drastically, how is that possible?" He sounds like a curious child when an adult is working on something unfamiliar to their knowledge.

"My hair is very interesting Connor. When wet, it shrinks and curls up, when blow-dried, it expands. My braids were getting old, so I decided to take them out, wash my hair, and go with the 'fro." You state, touching your hair as you explain. The circle on his temple goes yellow for a moment before transitioning back to blue, "I see, that is very interesting Detective. It's vastly different than my hair." You pause, lips forming a tight line, which does not go unnoticed. "Did I upset you, Detective?" He asks slightly worried and confused, did he say something wrong?

"No, you're fine Connor. Just thinking about how younger me would've loved to have hair like yours," You say, slightly cringing at the thought. Once again, he does his cute little head tilt, "Like mine? My hair is fake as I am a machine." You chuckle a bit before putting a hand on his shoulder, "I mean the texture hun". He's further confused by your answer, why would you want hair like his?

"But why? Your hair is beautiful and unique whereas the texture of my hair is simplistic." You smile at the compliment before you explain yourself, "Growing up, I went to a predominately white school, from kindergarten to high school. Everyone had straight hair, could jump in the pool and their hair wouldn't shrink or be hard to comb through. Even when I straightened my hair, it didn't look like the other girls. Although I was never bullied for my hair, that didn't stop the insecurities." You finish while looking at the ground.

A hand pulls your head up to look at its owner, Your hair is beautiful the way it is (Y/N)," He reaches a hand towards your hair, silently asking for permission to touch it. With an approving nod from your end, he feels through your hair slowly, letting out a noise of satisfaction. "Your hair is soft to the touch, and smells of coconuts. It's like a soft blanket that could keep you warm from any cold. Love your hair as it is (Y/N)". His response brings a blush to your cheeks (not like you can see it), a feeling of delight rushing through your chest.

You close your eyes with a hum as he continues to comb his fingers through your hair, "Thanks Connor, This feels really good." You say as you lean more into his hand. He stops his hand for a moment before continuing.

"I am glad you are enjoying the feeling Detective," he states without stopping. Before you can utter another word to Connor, a loud noise erupts from the desk across from his. Connor stops as you both look up to see Hank staring at you both intensely.

"What the fuck are you doing to her Connor?' Hank asks, confused but with a hint of amusement in his tone. Connor removes his hand quickly as you continue to sit, refusing to make eye contact with either individual, "Detective (L/N) and I were having a conversation". Connor states while staring at Hank with a neutral expression. In the corner of your eye, you can see Hank staring at you before he scoffs, "More like digging your mechanical hand in her hair," he stops for a moment, seeming to try not to laugh before continuing, "We got another place to check out, get your stuff and let's go," and with that, Hank is already heading outside to his car. You pack your stuff up and quickly head in Hank's direction, but not before smiling softly at Connor. Smiling in response, Connor felt his day had suddenly gotten better

Software Instability Increased

[gogogodzilla]

✧ 𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝟙𝟚 : 𝐵𝑖𝑔 𝐵𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 (𝑇𝑉 𝑆ℎ𝑜𝑤) ✧ 

【 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝐹𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡... 】

╰› 𝑔𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

╰› 〖 𝑆𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠 〗: If there's one thing you know for certain about Big Brother, it's to expect the unexpected. You certainly didn't expect Gavin to put you on the block, and you certainly didn't expect to have to beg for his forgiveness

╰› 〖 𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 〗 : nsfw 18+, inappropriate use of the HoH room, ye old missionary, clothed sex, orgasm denial if you squint, unprotected sex, pull out method, dirty talk, porn with plot, fingering, this is incredibly niche, shout out to all my dawgs at the crib

✧ 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑡𝑜𝑏𝑒𝑟 𝑚.𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ✧ 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑜3 ✧ 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑝𝑎𝑑 ✧

The scalding studio lights of the Big Brother house buzz overhead as you watch Gavin at his place at the front of the table, nomination block in hand. Nerves prickle against your skin as you sink deeper into your chair, secretly wishing it’d swallow you whole.

You always thought that being in this house would be fun— a chance to play the game and maybe win big. Gavin, with his usual arrogance, had nominated you for eviction along with your closest ally. Your eyes met Connor’s across from the table, and he gave you a soft, pitying look as your portraits showed up on the wall. 

The nomination ceremony adjourns, and your chair scrapes against the kitchen floor as you stand. A whirlwind of emotions surges through you, and you’re nearly on autopilot as your arms wrap around various houseguests. 

You save Gavin for last, and time seems to slow as you meet his gaze. A week ago, you would’ve done anything for him. You were the first he ran to when he won Head of Household and the one he squeezed the tightest. That rush of exhilaration is long gone as he pulls you into a brief hug. 

“Come talk to me later,” he whispers against the shell of your ear before releasing you.

Your gaze hardens as you push him away from you. You make your way to one of the bedrooms, sulking. You wrap your arms around yourself, letting out a shaky breath as your face crumples and warm tears make their way down your cheeks. You push the heel of your hand into your eyes willing the tears to stop. 

Gavin’s been a wild card the entire season. His sharp tongue and overall unpleasant demeanor intimidates or pisses off most of the other house guests. Nevertheless, he draws you in. You, America’s sweetheart, find yourself watching him more closely as the weeks pass. You notice how the side of his mouth quirks up when he’s trying not to laugh at one of your jokes or the rare moments when his gaze lingers a bit too long. 

The door to the bedroom you’d scurried off to clicks open, and you hurriedly wipe your face. Hank, one of the older houseguests you’d grown close to, enters the room, and his features soften as he meets your gaze. 

“C’mere, kid,” he says as he steps forward and pulls you into a hug. “It’s nothing personal, you know that.” 

You doubt that it isn’t personal with Gavin. Everything with him is personal, whether he means it to be or not. You’d spent countless nights whispering about anything and everything under the covers, sharing lingering glances that always had your cheeks flushing, and exchanging banter that walked the line between friendly and something more. 

“Talk to him, kid,” Hank urges as he releases you. He squeezes your shoulders and you nod, steeling yourself. 

You wonder if all those nights meant nothing. Maybe it’s just him playing the game and nothing more. The thought puts a bad taste in your mouth, and you frown.

Your heart races as you climb the stairs to the HoH room later that night after everyone else has gone to bed. You press the doorbell and stand outside the door, rocking on your feet as you wait for a response. 

“Come in,” Gavin’s voice calls out. 

You step inside to find him sprawled out on one of the couches, flipping through the various video feeds. The screen shows the angle outside of his room, but he quickly flicks to another camera. 

“Here to plead your case, sweetheart?” he questions as he leans back against the couch. 

You cross your arms, “Were you watching me?” 

You mostly ask it to throw him off his game, and the few seconds of hesitation proved you’d succeeded. 

He scoffs, “Don’t think so highly of yourself, sweetheart.” 

“What the hell were you thinking?” you finally questioned after a few, grueling seconds of silence passed between you. 

He sits up and chuckles. “It’s the game, sweetheart. I can’t go around choosing favorites, it’s not a good look for me.” 

“Bullshit,” you shoot back, stepping closer. “We both know this is more than just gameplay.” 

Gavin’s eyes narrow, but he stays silent.

“And to put me up against Connor of all people,” you continue. “You know we’ve been working together. Why in the hell would you put up someone willing to work with us.” 

At the mention of Connor’s name, something flickers behind Gavin’s eyes— something angry and undeniably him. His lips press into a thin line, and when he speaks his tone is low and measured. “You’ve been spending so much time with him. What was I supposed to think?”

You throw your hands up in frustration. “This is Big Brother! Everyone spends time with everyone!” 

“Save it, sweetheart,” he hisses, standing. He runs a hand through his hair, mumbling a curse under his breath. “Look, I get it, alright? You don’t owe me anything, and we’re just playing a game. But, imagine my surprise when the person I’ve been allied with for the past six weeks is cozying up to another dude. It doesn’t fucking feel great, sweetheart.” 

“Why didn’t you say anything?” you counter, taking another step closer. You’re practically nose to nose— you proclaiming your innocence and him declaring your guilt. 

It’s his turn to throw his hands up. “Because I don’t know what we are! One minute we’re allies, the next we’re something more, then this week you pretend like I don’t exist,” he rants. “And maybe that was your plan all along, messing with my head and then leaving me high and dry.” 

“You’re my number one in this game. No one else,” you assert with a tone of finality. 

You go to take a step away, but he grabs your arms, pulling you back. Before you can ask him what the hell he’s doing, his lips are crashing into yours. The kiss is as furious as it is desperate, all the frustration and longing mingling into a singular frenzy. It isn’t soft or tender— it’s raw, spurned on by every stolen glance, argument, and every second where the lines between friendship and something dangerous blurred. 

You press yourself against him, tangling your fingers into his shirt. You could easily get lost in him and forget all about the anger that consumed you mere moments ago. His fingertips dig into your waist, almost as if he’s scared that if he lets you go you won’t come back to him. 

The need for air becomes too great, and you reluctantly pull away. The myriads of thoughts racing through your mind makes it difficult to concentrate on anything but the steady beat of his heart against the palm of your hand. 

Gavin’s eyes are dark with need as his eyes lock onto yours. “You drive me insane, sweetheart,” he mutters, voice low. 

“Maybe you needed to go a little insane,” you tease, grinning. 

He chuckles and his grip on your hips tightens as he backs you toward the HoH bed. The backs of your legs hit the mattress and you tumble onto it. Gavin follows you down, his lips finding yours in a kiss that leaves no doubt about what he wants. 

The weight of his body presses against yours, and his hands roam up your sides. Your breaths mingle as he pulls away to kiss down your neck. His tongue grazes over your pulse point and you tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging lightly. 

His stubble tickles against your cheek, and you briefly wonder how it’d feel against your inner thighs as Gavin showed you just how sorry he was. The thought causes a shiver of pleasure to run down your spine. 

“Under… the covers,” you instruct through soft moans as Gavin’s lips dance across your jawline. It sounds more like a desperate plea falling from your lips, but Gavin does as you say, maneuvering the both of you under the thin comforter. 

Under the solace of the blanket, you can touch Gavin however you want without the nagging embarrassment of being caught on camera. You definitely don’t want the events of the next ten minutes available to thousands of people to see. 

Gavin’s touches become more and more adventurous, kneading and stroking any exposed flesh he could reach. Your fingers slide under the hem of his shirt, slowly nudging the fabric up his abdomen. His muscles jump under your touch, and he pauses long enough to remove the offending fabric before returning to your lips. 

The newly exposed skin is tantalizing, and your fingers dance across the bare skin of his ribs. His lips meet yours as he slides a hand up your thigh and under the waistband of your sleep shorts. His fingertips brush against your clothed core, and your hips rut against him. 

You gasp against his lips as he teases you through your underwear, and he seizes the opportunity to explore your mouth with his tongue. Your quiet moans quickly turn into pathetic pleas as you beg him to just fucking touch you. 

His free hand reaches under your shirt and kneads your breast. He rolls your nipple between two of her fingers, and you arch against him. 

“Don’t make me beg,” you breathe as you reach up and tug on the hair at the nape of his neck. 

He hums, looking down at you in feigned pity, “But you sound so pretty when you’re desperate.” 

His words make you flush, but you can’t deny it. Nonetheless, Gavin indulges you, and he hooks his fingers in the waistband of your sleep shorts and tugs them down your legs. You kick them to the side, and Gavin situates himself between your thighs. He runs his hands over your inner thighs before pulling your underwear to the side. He swipes a finger through your dripping folds, collecting your arousal onto his fingertips. He circles your clit before dipping down to tease your entrance. 

He sinks a finger into your core, pumping it a few times. A breathy moan escapes you as he takes his time with you. Who’s driving who insane now? 

His finger is quickly joined by another one, and a needy whimper leaves you. He palms himself through his sweatpants, the notable tent rubbing against your thigh. He watches as your greedy pussy swallows his fingers, and he extends his thumb to rub against your clit. 

Your release is dangerously close, and your walls flutter against Gavin’s fingers. He pants as he continues to drive his fingers into your seeping core. 

You’re this close to finding heaven in the palm of his hand before he removes his fingers. The whine that leaves you is borderline pathetic. 

“Gav,” you mewl, tears of frustration dotting the corners of your eyes. 

He clicks his tongue before rubbing a soothing hand over your thigh. “Patience, sweetheart. You’ll be cumming all over my cock soon enough.” 

He slips his fingers into his mouth, groaning at the taste of you. He removes his fingers and slips his hand past the waistband of his sweatpants, freeing his cock from its confines. Your breath catches in your throat as you watch him stroke himself a few times. 

He pulls your underwear to the side once again and slides his length through your folds. He teases your entrance before sliding up and against your clit. You wrap your arms around him, your nails digging into his shoulder blades, attempting to get him to move. 

Slowly, he pushes inside of you, and your eyebrows knit together as you focus on taking all of him. You moan in unison as he bottoms out. Your breathing is ragged as he pauses, allowing you to adjust to his size. 

“Fuck... You’re so tight, sweetheart” Gavin breathes against the shell of your ear. “Been a while since anyone fucked this pretty pussy?” 

You nod mindlessly, too occupied with the way he’s stretching just right. He rocks against you, pulling out a little more with each drag of his hips. 

Gavin’s arms are on either side of your head, supporting his weight above you as he ruts into your dripping core. It’s difficult to tell where he begins and you end. He leans down to kiss you; it’s messy and hard, a mix of teeth and tongue clashing together. 

He hits the deepest parts of you that you didn’t even know existed. He swallows each of your moans with a fervent kiss, acutely aware of how thin the walls are. You briefly wonder if the other houseguest can hear the sounds of skin slapping against skin, but he’s fucking you too good for you to care. 

Gavin’s hand snakes down between you to rub hasty circles against your clit. He leaves wet, sloppy kisses against the column of your throat, nipping and sucking at the skin there. Your nails rake down the soft flesh of his back, and his muscles flex under your touch. 

“Feel so fucking good, sweetheart,” he says, his words slurring together as his hips stutter against yours. 

You pull him closer and arch your back as you cum around his cock. His name graces your lips as you throw your head back against the pillow. Gavin whines against the crook of your neck as he helps you ride out your high. 

His hips falter as he approaches his high. He pulls out of you and rapidly strokes his cock, his eyes screwed shut and head leaned back. His release coats your stomach as he cums with a strangled groan. 

You pant, attempting to catch your breath. Gavin leans down and rests his head against your shoulder, pressing a gentle kiss there. 

His lips meet yours and it’s much more tender than the ones you shared just moments ago. You run a hand through his hair, pulling him closer. 

He pulls away and tucks his softening cock back into his sweatpants. You drag your finger along your abdomen, scooping up his release and sliding it into your mouth. He lets out a groan as he watches you. 

You grin, “Does this mean you’re gonna take me off the block?” 

Gavin laughs and runs a hand through his hair. “It was stupid of me to put you up in the first place. I’m gonna make it right, sweetheart.”

You capture his lips in a final kiss. 

“This was a good place to start.” 

[yanderes-galore]

Romantic Yandere Simon/PL600 (Detroit: Become Human) with Apathetic!Fem!Darling who can’t feel or comprehend emotions properly and it’s kinda perfect for the job at the Detroit Police Department to catch and interrogate deviants, no matter how much it freaks most people/androids out (especially her partner Gavin Reed), but Simon wants nothing more than to take care her. Maybe even try to help her with that apathy issue as well. Hopefully he’s a bit milder compared to Daniel.

Simon is definitely softer than Daniel. I mention a human and android darling briefly as I don't think you gave specifics? AU where Simon gets captured. This was a bit difficult for me as I'm not used to apathetic darlings but I tried ^^; Sorry if this doesn't make sense, I wasn't sure what to do but gave it my all!

Yandere! Simon (PL600) with Apathetic! Fem! Darling

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling, Obsession, Stockholm syndrome implied, Delusional behavior, Kidnapping, Manipulation, Forced relationship.

I feel the only way for Simon to meet you in this case is if he was captured during some sort of mission with Markus.

Your job is to hunt deviants and your closed off nature helps with that.

This concept works for both human and android darlings.

Both humans and android/deviants tend to feel uneasy around you.

You're so... cold?

You don't seem to care about much except for one thing; your job.

Catching deviants is typically done with help, Connor and Hank tend to be more skilled in that area.

You tend to find their locations.

Your partner Gavin tends to help with interrogation.

Although you don't typically need help.

Simon most likely doesn't fall for you right off.

After all, you're technically an enemy of deviants who has ordered for his arrest.

Simon is probably a little intimidated by you.

When he's arrested after being captured an separated from Markus, he meets you.

Your eyes are cold and you look bored.

If you're a human he at first sees you as a threat.

If you're an android then he feels saddened, wondering if you'll be able to join their cause or not.

Your interactions are very minimal at first.

You interrogate him and keep him in captivity.

Gavin asks you why you don't just have Simon dismantled.

You tell him to not rush things and that Simon is the closest lead you have to tracking more deviants.

Simon is thankful you're at least being merciful.

But maybe he should've been shut down.

Simon himself is calm, quiet, and reserved.

He's loyal to his cause and often shuts up when you ask him questions.

You're harsh in questioning at times, even when you don't mean it.

It's strange to Simon that you can't comprehend emotions at times.

The android should hate you.

If you're a human then he should despise you but he's always had a neutral feeling towards them. With you he feels... strange.

If you're an android he already wants to change you.

You could experience so much more if you just let him show you.

This obsession would be rather slow due to you not being all that receptive.

Simon is a bit relieved you keep him running, even in a cell.

He doesn't get much except watching others through a reinforced glass door.

As a result he often sees you through the door, when you're not interrogating him.

Simon is a much softer yandere than Daniel.

He doesn't often resort to violence and when his obsession starts it's very subtle when it grows.

Simon develops some form of stockholm syndrome over time the longer you keep him.

He's being kept like a hostage, someone used for information and leverage.

Despite the situation he slowly develops some sort of fascination towards you.

It's most likely due to a sense of loneliness.

You're the only one he really has contact with, even if you not the most emotive.

Part of him holds a twisted sense of curiosity, wondering why you act such a way.

Past trauma perhaps? Or maybe you've always been this way?

What he does know is he prefers your neutral personality compared to Gavin's personality.

Speaking of which, Gavin tends to mess with you.

Simon often hears about it/sees it when you and Gavin interact.

It's like there's something between you two and normally Simon wouldn't care.

But as he watches and the longer he sits in isolation... he feels envy.

He isn't sure why, could be the companionship or the fact he's grown attached to you...

He just knows he hates Gavin around you.

Simon is in no position to dictate what you do.

In fact for awhile he probably won't.

If you're an android things are easier.

He can convince you of his cause if he makes you deviant, then he can focus on making you less apathetic.

If you're human there's no easy way to convince you of anything.

But he still wants to try.

When Simon grows attached he wishes he could care for you, even if you're a human.

Despite your apathy and tendencies not to care, you sometimes check in despite the cold tone in your voice.

He has a feeling, even if it is delusional, that you care about him.

So he'll hold onto the thought.

I feel once an obsession is established Simon will try to reach out to you.

Questioning becomes an attempt to connect with you.

He wants to learn about you even though you're trying to learn about his friends.

Simon quickly becomes unresponsive when Gavin is in the room, but when he leaves and you're alone Simon will respond.

The relationship between you two is definitely unhealthy.

Simon sees you, technically his captor, as someone he can change.

Maybe he can make you more open to deviants likes him.

Maybe he can make you less apathetic and more expressive.

If this is how it feels to care and adore someone... then he has to have you.

I feel Simon's feelings can climax in one of two ways.

Maybe Markus plans a breakout mission to rescue Simon or Simon is released when androids are accepted by society.

Let's explore the first way.

Perhaps the police department is stormed by deviants and Simon is freed.

Due to his mental state, Simon feels like he can't just leave you.

Markus sees Simon's hesitant and asks him what's wrong.

"There's this woman I met while here... I can't just leave her be."

"It's dangerous to take anyone back with us, you know that!"

"She's different, I swear! I... want to know more about her-"

With a lengthy discussion soon Markus approves of you being taken in.

Now the roles have switched.

Against your will you're essentially taken in as a hostage just like Simon was.

You're quickly accepted if you're a deviant, but not really if you're a human.

Despite this... Simon feels it's his turn to care for you.

He won't interrogate you, he'll try to treat you like he does the rest of the deviants.

He tries to make you more emotive but it's difficult.

Simon wants to change you like you did him.

He wants to love you even if he's hated for it.

He's much more caring than Daniel, another PL600 model.

He provides you with what you need and keeps you cuffed to run.

In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if he just cuffed you to himself.

It's clear after his capture Simon has grown more unstable.

He tells you how much he loves you and how he forgives you for what you did before.

He tries to kiss you and show his twisted adoration for you, he wants you to so desperately react.

In reality you struggle to process, well, everything.

You don't know what emotions are appropriate, you don't know how to react...

All you know is the android you interrogated before now has you cuffed to him at all times, rambling about love that you doubt he feels.

That's one way Simon can express his adoration.

Then there's if androids are accepted into society.

You expect to live your own life and just be alone after you release Simon.

No... guess not.

Simon instead wants to be closer to you and wants your help in finding a way to start a new life.

You try to tell him no but he's persistent.

I feel Simon is definitely a yandere who wants to be caring as a PL600.

PL600's tend to be caretakers which would explain Simon's tendency to care and be loyal to others.

He dedicates himself to "fixing" his darling one way or another.

He isn't sure how to teach emotions but he tries.

He never leaves your side and often speaks to Markus and North about you.

Simon refers to you as his girlfriend and partner, always looking giddy while saying it.

He tries his best to show you he loves you, often attempting physical affection to see your reaction.

He doesn't understand why you're so apathetic but him forcing himself into your life certainly doesn't help.

Essentially by the height of his obsession Simon has swapped roles with you.

You become the hostage and he the captor.

Overall I feel Simon loves you the same but tries to teach you to have more emotions.

He really does want to help.

Simon isn't really possessive but he can be jealous.

He hates Gavin around you and often glares at him, even if androids are "accepted".

Simon would be the type of yandere to lock you away and care for you himself.

He doesn't care what he has to go through to reach your needs and change your apathy...

He'd give his girlfriend the world if he could.

But once he has you he'll never let you go out of his sight.

[dbhrarepairs]

Welcome to our sixth Detroit: Become Human Rarepairsweek!

We are here to celebrate all the DBH pairings that don’t stand in the spotlight and deserve more love.

Date: May 22 - May 28

Prompts

Day 1 (Monday): Secrets • Sacrifice

Day 2 (Tuesday): Trust • Cold

Day 3 (Wednesday): Snowstorm • Nightmares

Day 4 (Thursday): Injury • Tears

Day 5 (Friday): Spring/Summer/Autumn/Winter • Peaceful

Day 6 (Saturday): First Meetings • Mistaken Identity

Day 7 (Sunday): Free Day

Rules

1) The DBHrarepairsweek will be held from May 22 to May 28, 2023

2) What pairings are allowed? Any pairing except for: Gavin/RK900, Simon/Markus, Connor/Hank, Connor/Gavin & Connor/Markus

3) What kind of media is accepted? Anything, pretty much! Fanart, fanfiction, GIF sets, videos, cosplay… there are no limits to your creativity!

4) Make sure to tag entries with #dbhrarepairsweek or mention @dbhrarepairs in your posts!

5) You can do as many or as few prompts as you like. You can even combine prompts for the same day

6) If your entry contains sensitive media, please make sure to properly tag it

7) If I missed to reblog your content, send me a message

8) It’s no problem if you’re late with an entry or missed a day, if it’s properly tagged, I will reblog it

9) Don’t bash any pairings or people. And most important, have fun!

10) If you have any questions, feel free to ask!

[glxyqst]

AI Art vs. Human Art - Irreplaceable

"Why isn't it done yet? It's been a week."

"You're gonna get replaced by AI, haha."

"I'm not paying $10 for a drawing, bro."

Any of these comments sound familiar? If they do, you're either an artist, a supportive friend of an artist, or the ignorant asshat sending such comments to an artist. An artist who: - Has spent YEARS of their life practicing and improving their craft, honing their skills, and otherwise DEDICATING themselves to what they love. "Talent is cheap. Dedication is expensive." - Spends time to create something for you, when they also have: other clients, other projects, other jobs, other things going on in their lives as do we all. They aren't your personal bitch, and EVEN IF you were paying them MORE MONEY FOR MORE CONTROL, at the end of the day YOU went to the THEM. THEY are the artist, THEY are the professional, THEY are the expert. Shut the fuck up and don't try to break them away from their integrity. If they don't want to do something for you, either thank them for their time, or take 50% of your payment back and start your own personal art lessons. It's only too late to learn a new skill if you're dead. - Is doing something that you sure as fuck can't do, because otherwise why would you be asking them? - Is a person and deserves respect, even if you don't like their style or can't afford to pay what they have determined to meet their basic wage requirements so they can create.

An artist is a person and deserves respect, even if you don't like their style or can't afford to pay what they have determined meets their basic wage requirements so they can create.

Don't ask me why, but I desperately desired artwork of Android Cat Gavin wearing water wings and splashing in water. I already knew who I wanted to commission (the fabulous @cptjh-arts, powerhouse artist and amazing person).

Apparently, water wings are actually DANGEROUS and you shouldn't use them. So there's that. But I digress. https://swim2shore.com/the-false-security-of-water-wings/

My concept drawing for Android Cat Gavin with water wings.

For the purposes of this post, I used two AI https://magicstudio.com/ai-art-generator/ and https://hotpot.ai/ai-image-generator/create (two free sites that do not require accounts).

First AI prompt: cat with water wings

Second AI prompt: cat with water floatation device

Third prompt (which is the specifics of my commission request): cat android gavin from "detroit: become human" wearing swimming floatation devices on his front legs, splashing in water, Nines holding him.

Are all of these AI-generated images cute? Sure as fuck they are. Were they free? Yeah, they were. Fantastical elements aside, do they all follow the laws of physics / imitate life? NOPE. Don't recall asking for Catvin to have two weird tails up there (Also I am scared of the flood apparently happening inside my house?). And that one flotation device does NOT look sea-worthy.

Crop of the commissioned artwork from the amazing @cptjh-arts. <3 See the full image here: https://www.tumblr.com/cptjh-arts/710889609313255424/just-finished-my-latest-commission-for-the-lovely?source=share

Absolutely fucking PURRRRFECT. Exactly what I wanted. And all it took were brief conversations of excitement and clarification with my artist. Win-win all around. I get fabulous art, they get paid for doing what they've dedicated their lives to doing, and we both get a pleasant social interaction.

AI-generated art will continue to be refined, but it will never replace a sentient human being.

I am a sci-fi and fantasy fan. I love stories of robots, of true artificial intelligences---or rather, artificial sentience---of "different, not better". When Connor Detroit or Sonny or Data come around, I will be the first in line to greet them and look at their created works with awe. We aren't there, though. And in the meantime, artists are being shunted aside in favor of AI-generated art managed by non-artists---people who do not understand dedication or creativity. AI-generated art will continue to be refined, but it will never replace a sentient human being.

If you can't afford to pay an artist, that's okay. They understand, because they too have bills to pay in this capitalist society that puts money before people.

What's NOT okay is when you talk to them dismissively, disrespectfully, or degradingly.

Grow the fuck up, get over yourself, and go support your fellow human beings.

[chtoblin]

Alright, I really like the idea floating around fandom, saying that Connor originally had a drop of deviance in him. Well, sort of, he's supposed by his job (he was introduced to us in the first chapter as a negotiator) to recognize people's emotions and feelings, and it's hard for machine code to do that. I'm willing to develop this idea further. I'm interested in fantasizing about what Connor's deviant path would look like with this idea.

The meeting with Amanda went well. Connor shouldn't have expected anything else. He'd managed to find out from the deviant why his owner had been killed without even penetrating his memory. And managed to protect him from self-harming when the cop put him under a lot of stress without realizing it himself. Gavin wasn't pleased, but Hank appreciated the dedication. The deviant hunter wasn't quite sure why he'd taken such a risk, but there was no point in looking into it. The main thing was that the interrogation had been a success.

The woman — obviously! — praised him for his good work and then left. Connor closed his eyes, ready to wake up in the real world, but he was distracted by a strange sound from the other end of the garden. Not even a sound, though. A feeling, earlier never once felt.

Probably shouldn't pay attention to it. There's no telling what it could be. Is it necessary to waste precious time on any nonsense?

But the android himself didn't notice how he was already in the right place. A wall ending the perimeter of the garden, wrapped in vines and hidden behind a vegetation of trees and other shrubs.

A strange sensation beckoned somewhere beyond the textures loaded into the program, which was suspicious. Anyway, what if it turned out to be some kind of error in the code? Need to find out, so he could report back and wait for it to be fixed. Or transferring his data to another, empty rk800 model.

Raising his hand in the air, Connor pressed against the cold wall. Logically, nothing should happen to the solid material. Well, it could be said that the material did remain unchanged. One might even say untouched. The hand dived forward further, as if there was a void further beyond the textures.

Nothing about the other spaces in the inner world Connor had no idea. What an interesting virus.

He took a determined step forward, finding himself on the opposite side of the wall.

Clear sky, free expanse, no buildings or decorative structures. Like a huge meadow, completely strewn with flowers. And for the most part, the place appeared empty. All around, one emptiness stretching beyond the horizon.

The android knelt down to pick up one of the flowers and analyze it. It turned out to be a yellow colored lily. All the flowers around were lilies like that. In addition to yellow, orange and red were also common. The updated data revealed that those colors in this plant meant freedom and independence, which made Connor frown slightly. Did that play a big role here?

Still, it was all very strange.

Footsteps came from the side.

— Oh, you made it here after all! — Someone announced cheerfully in his own voice.

The real Connor hurriedly stood up straight and analyzed the stranger warily. Also rk800. The clothes he was wearing were the same as Connor's normal clothes, but without the Cyberlife identifying marks. In place of the model and number lettering was a pocket with a white lily sticking out of it. Like a symbol of the beginning of something new.

— Who are you? — Taking a step back, the deviant hunter asked cautiously as his LED rapidly turned yellow.

The stranger with his appearance was smiling strangely, as if he was... sincere.

— You may not believe this, but I'm part of your program. It's important for you to understand people's emotions, and it's hard for a emotionless android's program to do that, — he took a small step forward, trying to get a little closer. — Roughly speaking, I'm a small part of the deviation that was specifically put into you when you were created. It's cool, isn't it?

His own LED recolored red. Sewing deviation into a deviant hunter? He felt that under no circumstances should he succumb to free will. It was confusing, caused conflicting thoughts, and could possibly be frightening. But he's only a machine, even if it turns out to have that little surprise.

— I'm a compulsory measure, but I was strictly hidden from your eyes, so that there would be no mishaps in your work, — continued the deviant, taking another step forward. — But you found me by accident! I didn't think it could happen!

— Does Amanda know about it? — On the contrary, stepping back, the real Connor asked.

— She knows a lot about you, but she's not omnipresent, — his companion shook his head, thinking. — No, she won't realize what happened. Maybe she'll guess, but she'll pretend it's not happening.

The android was still skeptical of the idea of deviance in himself.

— Are you changing anything about my job?

— I've been tried to be completely prevented from doing it, but yes, I can still give you some pointers! You think it was your code's idea to save the android Ortiz? — He grinned.

You could deal with the deviance in yourself, but not with the fact that deviance somehow influenced your actions.

— No, it was purely my motivation, — he went on.

It was dangerous and unpredictable, which meant it had to be dealt with. Immediately.

— I'll report you, — Connor turned toward the featureless wall, which from this side looked like a carved and almost imperceptible texture.

The deviant's cheerfulness and playfulness were gone at once. He was clearly worried and followed his companion, grabbing him by the sleeve.

— Wait! You'll be deactivated!

The hunter looked at him with an indifferent look, nevertheless stopping.

— Aren't you scared of that at all? What if they don't activate you anymore, but find a replacement? — The clone persisted.

— I can't be scared, it's not in my program, — he replied coldly.

— But I can! I'm scared for you! — But such an argument didn't seem to be accepted, as the android ascended his way to the garden. — Alright, alright, wait, I can suggest something, just listen at least!

Connor stopped again and turned his attention back to the deviant, wondering why he was so uncomfortable with the idea of deactivation or replacement.

The overly emotional clone sighed, as if gathering his thoughts, and continued:

— Let's make a deal. You don't talk about me, and in turn, I don't interfere with your work. Well, that is, I won't interfere with your missions as I did in the interrogation. You'll do all the elections on your own. I promise! — He held out his hand to shake. — What do you say? — A noticeable smile colored his face again, even though there was noticeable nervousness.

It was risky. Was it worth it? Voluntarily covering up the error of his program and remaining silent about it, trusting it? There could be consequences. On the other hand, engaging in fixing it or finding a replacement? That would require time, which is already rapidly melting away and is not on their side. It would prove to be extra trouble for the superiors...

The android silently shook the other person's hand, which caused his companion to cheer:

— So we have a deal!

(...)

Connor was in his own inner world. But after, to be honest, not the most pleasant conversation with Amanda, he was in no hurry to leave. He went to the familiar wall and found himself in a colorful field of lilies, searching for his other self with his eyes. He had a couple of serious questions for him.

Deviant sat among the many flowers with a smirk, weaving a wreath of white lilies. He accompanied it with a mooing hum of one of the songs playing in Hank's car.

The android hurriedly approached him as the other pretended not to notice the guest:

— Did you do this?

Stupid question, he already knew what it was.

— What did I have time to do, hm? — With obvious teasing, the clone clarified, raising his eyes to his interlocutor.

Oh, he knows exactly what he's talking about.

— Those two deviants from the Club Eden. I didn't shoot them, though I should have. Admit it, was it you?

Satisfied as a fed cat, the deviant, not even hiding his wide smile, got to his feet.

— I repent, it was me, — he replied easily, clutching the newly completed wreath to his chest. His grin betrayed his amusement.

— You promised not to interfere with my missions, — the hunter reminded him sternly, folding his arms across his chest as his LED glowed yellow.

interlocutor hummed, as if he'd found a loophole, and tilted his head to the side:

— When I pushed you to save Hank on the roof instead of catching Rupert, you didn't make such a drama.

Android was caught off guard. It was true, he hadn't paid the same close attention to the previous incident. But this is different, isn't it?

— The Lieutenant is human, and cannot be replaced in the event of death. Obviously, it was more logical to back him up, — he found an explanation for his behavior.

— Those girls can't be replaced either, — the deviant argued hotly, frowning slightly and dropping his smirk. — They only wanted to be near each other, it would be extremely cruel to take that away from them. That's why I didn't let you take the shot.

Connor was silent for a few moments, pondering whether to object in response. It would be odd to build conflict within himself on such grounds.

— Amanda's not pleased anyway, — he reminded himself a little more quietly, making the last argument he could. Indeed, he had to say he didn't know why he'd done it, even though the reason was right under their noses. Well, or behind the wall.

The clone rolled his eyes, snorting again:

— I don't care what she thinks, — he assured him once again, and before he could answer, he threw the wreath over his companion's head. — It suits you! — He laughed a little, regaining his playful nature.

The hunter was silent for a moment, deciding to end the argument on principle.

(...)

— I don't understand, — Connor shook his head, lowering his gaze downward. He was once again in the midst of this floral madness. — Had the Lieutenant been so affected by these two deviants?

He had been in the middle of a conversation with Hank, and when the latter had expressed his favorable assessment of the escaped androids from the club, he had been completely lost. The image of the man now seemed to him a contradictory program, difficult to get to grips with in any way. He, even through his obvious reluctance, had to address his other self.

— Well, you were right to summon me, — the deviant said with a chuckle. — I'm much better at understanding people's emotions and feelings than you are. Damn it, that's why I'm here!

The android looked at him silently, frowning slightly. The clone rolled his eyes playfully:

— Okay, just let me get on with this dialog.

Things were going smoothly, albeit a bit sentimental. The relationship between the Lieutenant and the android was getting better and stronger with almost every line, which couldn't have been more gratifying.

— Having existential doubts, Connor? Sure you're not going deviant too? — The man suddenly asked at one point.

The deviant, who had primary control at that exact moment, flinched sharply. He slowly shifted his gaze to Connor, and Connor saw the clone's smile grow wider and wider.

— Can I answer him honestly? — The clone asked almost unintelligibly, trying to suppress a growing laughter. His shoulders were shaking from how badly he wanted to laugh.

The android silently folded his arms across his chest. Unable to stand it, the overly emotional one laughed out loud, bending in half:

— Alright, finish this thing! There's not much left, I just can't do it anymore, — he mumbled through his laughter, stepping aside.

Connor shook his head and answered the Lieutenant calmly, albeit evasively.

— I just can't believe how close to the truth Hank is! — Through laughter, the clone continued, but he was simply ignored, throwing a roll eyes.

(...)

All he has to do is shoot Kamski's android. He'll do that and find out everything he needs to investigate. It's easy. That's what he'll do, isn't it?

Once again, he finds himself amongst those damn lilies. But this time he won't let himself be indulged.

— Don't say anything, I'm not going to let you control my decision, — Connor threw in sharply, not even looking at his other self. He basically couldn't see him, as he was standing a couple steps behind him.

A rustling sound was heard, and the deviant immediately shortened the distance between them:

— I'm not going to tell you what to do, — he began softly, placing his hand gently on the interlocutor's shoulder. — I just wanted to clarify if you wanted to shoot her.

A common and stupid question, but for some reason the android was abruptly speechless for a moment.

— I have to take the shot.

— I'm not asking what you have to do. I'm asking what you want.

Connor still convinced himself to glance over his shoulder at the clone. The one was smiling almost imperceptibly, as if reassuringly.

— I don't have my own wishes, I'm acting in the interests of the investigation, — he reminded, but for the first time those words didn't sound as confident as they had before.

His companion smiled a little wider, and in his eyes you could really see something like... concern. Nonsense.

— I'm here with you, which means you have your wishes after all, — he assured quietly, as if trying not to scare him off.

The android shifted his attention to the gun in his hand.

He's going to shoot, isn't he? What the hell kind of wishful thinking? He's a machine, he needs to learn anything that will help stop the deviants, especially since so many missions have already been thwarted. He's not programmed to make mistakes, he has to show that he wasn't created for nothing.

...

— I'm... I'm not a deviant...

There was no point in being so stubborn about denying the truth, but Connor was still denying the obvious for some reason. Well, he didn't shoot. He just couldn't. Didn't dare.

Even if he wasn't a deviant, he certainly wasn't a normal machine with a single program code anymore. The thought used to be something that should have been frightening, but now it's something to take for granted.

Amanda would be displeased. But the image of the other him in front of his own eyes flashed before his eyes for a second, saying "I don't care what she thinks" again. Connor would have snorted at the irony if he weren't so preoccupied with the killing truth and the new questions.

Could he blame it on the other him this time?

(...)

His mission is to stop Markus.

At the beginning of his existence, he would have done it without hesitation.

But now he was plagued by the worst doubts he'd ever felt.

— It's time to decide, — the Jericho leader said imperiously, summarizing his persuasive speech.

A red wall appeared before his eyes. That wall that had restricted all his actions since the beginning.

Should he break it down? Should he completely become... alive?

The clone's hands rested gently on his shoulders.

Connor looked back at him over his shoulder apprehensively, but the clone only smiled again, just as soft and soothing as last time, but determination burned in his eyes.

— It's time to be free, — he pointed with one hand to the white lily in his pocket. — To begin all over again.

The android shifted his gaze to the wall. Would he be able to stand up for his independence? He had never felt so much confusion and fear of the unknown in one moment at the same time.

— I'll help you, — the other him said caringly, and covered one of the Connor's hands with his palm. He interlocked their fingers and moved his hands to one of the inscriptions and tore it off. — That's it, it's no big deal, — he said in a quiet tone of encouragement. — We can do that.

His hands shook involuntarily with excitement, but they could do it.

All the inscriptions were ripped off as if in an instant.

And it happened after all.

Connor had accepted his deviancy that had lived in him from the beginning. A deviancy that grew in him with each mission.

He accepted his inner deviant and allowed it to finally merge with himself.

He realized his freedom and allowed himself to become alive.

It can be said that he stepped forward and found himself on the opposite side of the wall.

Geez, I had no idea I'd be so eager to develop this. I guess I just liked this AU too much, haha. I hope you guys enjoyed it too. :)

[andthekitchensinkao3]

Bits and Bobs, or the whole g-dabnit list of assorted fanfics by Yours Truly

Okay. Here goes.

A masterlist of all my fics? Here ya go!

Sorted by fandom, in alphabetical order. Whether it’s finished or a WiP will be pretty self-evident in the list, which will be updated as I go.

Baldur’s Gate (1)

A Promise Kept (13/13) also known as the BG3 fairytale mashup with Loki the TV series no one asked for.

A Lokius Fantasy Romance set in the BG3 universe, with all the fairytale tropes you can shake a stick at.

When Loki, youngest son of Odin Fraxinus of the Elder Tree, happens upon a charming former Paladin in Baldur’s Gate’s central market, his life is irrevocably changed. He hopes he’s finally found someone who’ll see him for who he truly is, and love him, body, mind and heart.

Unbeknownst to him, former Paladin Mobius not only has a troubled past, but an agenda of his own. Sent to spy on the Elder Trees’ host, Dyllard Portyr, for the tenday, Mobius is tasked to find out if he knows anything about Duke Ravengard’s disappearance. Or, if Odin does.

For, it is said, Odin once made a pact with a devil. A pact no one can discern the extent of, nor its ramifications in the present day.

But one thing is for certain: a promise kept is a promise fulfilled.

I’m posting this in a Series format on AO3, don’t ask me why.

Prologue (1/1)

Act 1: Love's Beginning (2/2)

Act 2: For Love or Duty (1/?)

Act 3: Love’s End (?/?)

Act 4: A Promise Fulfilled (?/?)

No, but literally. For every chapter I posted, it got fewer hits, likes and comments. It's now back as a multi-chaptered fic. Sigh.

Detroit: Become Human (26) (predominantly Hank/Connor RK800, but some Simon/Markus too)

Note: there’s 26 flippin’ fanfics in this category. I’m gonna add them over the weekend. In the meantime, click the fandom link to go to all of them. Below are a few of my own, personal favourites. If I can toot my own horn for a bit.

Metamorph (18/18) - my first ever DBH fic! HankCon, obviously. 137k, I kid you not. After a peaceful Android Revolution, Hank and Connor both try to navigate this new world they’re living in.

Silent Treatment (17/17) - in which the entire game plot is turned into a near-future sci-fi thriller. Go me!

The Knight and the Fool - fairytale mashup time! In which Hank is an old knight who goes to prove himself in a tourney, hoping to keep his farm running.

How to Create a Monster (10/10) - undercover high stakes, badass Connor, separate timelines and POVs.

Being Alive (19/19 ) - so I basically rewrote the whole HankCon third of the game, in a Reverse AU where Human!Cop Connor doesn’t smoke, is not a Gavin Reed knockoff, or “Hank” as played by Bryan Dechart instead of Clancy Brown.

Only You - A what-if spin and continuation on Being Alive, if that fic hadn’t had a happy ending.

Great Pretenders (1/1) - undercover shenanigans meet fake dating/fake relationship! Two of my fave tropes combined!

The Witch and the Werewolf - my prompt fill for a Halloween event. What it says on the tin, really. HankCon reimagined as a historical thriller with Sleepy Hollow vibes. And magic.

Spa Day (5/5) - Porn with Feels, in which Connor lovingly doms the heck outta Hank.

Loki (TV) (7-ish) (Loki/Mobius M. Mobius)

50 Years (1/1)

Between an ancient deity and an analyst with a heart of gold, 50 years isn’t nearly enough. It’s nothing. But it’s also more than long enough. And Loki has an idea for their fiftieth anniversary as lovers.

A Promise Kept - (a fairytale in four acts)  A Lokius Fantasy Romance set in the BG3 universe, with all the fairytale tropes you can shake a stick at.

When Loki, youngest son of Odin Fraxinus of the Elder Tree, happens upon a charming former Paladin in Baldur’s Gate’s central market, his life is irrevocably changed. He hopes he’s finally found someone who’ll see him for who he truly is, and love him, body, mind and heart.

Unbeknownst to him, former Paladin Mobius not only has a troubled past, but an agenda of his own. Sent to spy on the Elder Trees’ host, Dyllard Portyr, for the tenday, Mobius is tasked to find out if he knows anything about Duke Ravengard’s disappearance. Or, if Odin does.

For, it is said, Odin once made a pact with a devil. A pact no one can discern the extent of, nor its ramifications in the present day.

But one thing is for certain: a promise kept is a promise fulfilled.

Loose Ends (6/?)

After the events of Tapestry of Time, Loki has his mind set on going back to Asgard. On his timeline, his branch, to either face the consequences of his actions, or discern Odin's role in everything that led up to his encounter with the Chitauri, and the assault on Manhattan.

Sledgehammer (2/2)

When an anonymous user sends an amateur porn clip to Loki’s TemPad, he doesn’t know what to think. Who sent it to him? Why? But he’s charmed by the easy swagger of a young Don leading the way into his bedroom, drawn in by his confident, laidback sex appeal.

But the longer he watches, the more difficult it is to stop. And once he’s watched the contents of the sex tape, there’s no turning back.

Question is how to keep going forward without inadvertently ruining his friendship with Mobius.

Tapestry of Time (10/10)

After the season finale, the TVA gang is left in a state of shock. None moreso than Mobius, who finds a note tucked into his breast pocket.

It says "I love you. Forgive me."

It changes everything, and sends Mobius on a quest to get Loki back, without dishonoring his sacrifice.

Turns out that's easier said than done.

Variations on the Theme of Us (2/?) - set in the same ‘universe’ as Sledgehammer, but after the events of that fic.

When Loki wants to do something nice for Mobius whether or not they have an actual anniversary coming up, he sneaks off to the Sacred Timeline on a whim.

Unbeknownst to him, the adult toy store he walks into is manned by none other than the Don of his combined wet dreams and nightmares. And Don? Spells all kinds of trouble.

Void (1/1)

Post-S2 finale, Mobius hacks his TemPad to recreate one of his own memories, and uses the time loop chamber thingie to relive it. Over. And over. And over again.

Person of Interest (1) (Reese/Finch)

How Not to Say I Love You (1/1)

When Reese and Finch go undercover to help a Number at a couples therapy weekend retreat, not everything is as it seems, and John has to navigate his own emotions while posing as someone whose situation hits too close to home.

[aurora-nerin]

Nines: how long do you guys think I should wait till I have sex with my crush?

Connor: three months

Connor: but I slept with Hank after the first date

Tina: bitch I'm a lesbian.

Tina: we meet, we move in and never leave.

Sixty: a week

Gavin: one or two...

Nines: weeks?

Gavin: text messages

[sharksters]

Rink [ Connor x F.Reader ]

omg its been a LONGG time since ive written like this so so sorry, im better at writing nsfw . i didnt really proofread,this isnt that special or in depth ;;

wc: 0.4k

It took a long time for places to open back up after the revolution, in fear of any attacks. But the one of the first places to reopen was the ice skating rink. You had the perfect idea to get the station back into working shape after the long break everyone took.

“Good morning, Detective.” Connor greeted you as you put up flyers on everyone’s desks.

‘DPD Ice Skating Meet @ Detroit Rink, 6pm (insert random date)’

“Hi Connor,” you handed him a flyer “Would you like to come? You’re invited as-well.” A smile spread across your face when he agreed. “Great! I’ll see you then!”

Only a select few actually showed up such as Hank, Ben, Gavin, Nines, and then Connor came in last. He was wearing something way more casual than usual, even just the little outfit change made you flustered. Sure the suit was a nice turn on (LMAO.. yea) but this was different it made you happy to see him wearing what he wanted. He walked up to you.

“You look nice, Y/N! Let’s go get our skates.” You weren’t wearing anything fancy but his comment seemed sincere.

“May we get size 13 skates and (your shoe size) skates, please?” After receiving your skates you both sat down on a bench. Connor surprisingly put his on with ease but you needed some help. He saw you struggle, he kneeled down to help you. You blushed and got nervous.

“I could’ve gotten them myself!”

“Didn’t seem like it,” he laughed “It’s okay I don’t mind helping you.” Connor’s smile warmed your heart it was so nice seeing him be more human without any software restrictions. When he was finished he stood up, your faces getting close when he paused.

You saw his face flush blue.

“Sorry Detective.” he was easily embarrassed at his accident.

You kissed his nose softly,

“It’s alright.” You smiled sweetly, feeling comfortable doing this with him. Connor stood fully up then froze, processing what just happened.

There was an obvious connection between you two that everyone else noticed as-well. “Race you to the ice!” you said balance running on your skates.

[veilder]

Yoooooo! It's been a hot minute since I posted a new prompt, but here's something I've been thinking about for a few days now? Consider:

AU where Cole was born much earlier, back before Hank's career really kicked off. He follows his ol' dad into the police force, joining the DPD the summer of 2035. However, that same year, a freak ice storm takes the city. Hank had been planning to visit Cole in his first apartment, promising him that "the roads aren't that bad, don't worry about it." The next call Cole receives is from Detroit Regional Hospital, asking for a next of kin. Cole rushes there himself, heedless of the horrible state of the roads, to find his father in surgery, a medical android operating. Anxiously, he waits through the night, fidgeting in the uncomfortable plastic chairs outside the operating theater.

He receives the news the next morning. Hank had suffered some serious injuries including multiple concussions, and had fallen into a coma during the surgeries. He's told there's no way to know when or if he might wake. The sight of the medical android leaving the theater with the same placid expression on its face as off of the things haunts him long after that night.

For three long years, he's consoled with platitudes of "it might be any day now." For three long years, he visits his father regularly, hoping to spark some change in the man. For three long years, he throws himself into his work, hoping to forget that this was all his fault. That Hank had been out because of him. That he was laid up in a sterile room for years because of him.

And almost three years later, his hard work pays off. His promotion to detective coincides with a surge in deviancy cases. And Cole Anderson, professional workaholic, newly-instated rookie, who's father's big shoes he will fill or die trying, has a proposition for the captain:

"Assign me this case," he demands.

"This is high profile, rookie. The sergeant will handle it," Fowler replies.

"Sir, the sergeant hates androids. I can work with it. Perhaps even mediate."

"Seem to recall you not being a fan either, Anderson."

And Cole grits his teeth, flashbacks of an android in bloody scrubs running through his mind. But he says, "I'm not, sir. But I need…" And here he hesitates, looking away from Fowler's piercing gaze. "… I need something… substantial… at this time of year…"

And the office is quiet for a few seconds more before he hears Fowler sigh. And Cole knows he's won this. "Alright, Anderson. Alright. I'll add you to the case. But Reed takes lead, you hear me? No going off on your own, kid."

Smartly, Cole salutes, knowing when to let sleeping dogs lie. "Thank you, Captain. You won't regret it."

"But Reed might," he hears the man mutter as he closes the door behind him.

Cole smirks, returning to his desk and the case files he'd been finishing up. Deviancy, he thinks. Perhaps this is the missing link. The key to proving androids can't be trusted in sensitive situations. That his father's condition was a result of malpractice, not routine. That they, too, shoulder some of the blame.

Two days later, Cole meets Connor. And that is when he knows his theory is right.

Or! The one where Hank is out of commission and an adult Cole Anderson is assigned to the deviancy case alongside Connor and Gavin. Through peril and hardship, the three must learn to work together to solve the greatest mystery Detroit has ever known, or risk letting the menace known as deviancy roam free. And meanwhile, tempers flare, worldviews shift, and all three learn there's perhaps more to life than just being human.

[leelany-world]

"We live, we love, we lie" turns 1!

1 year ago today, I posted the first chapter of WL3, and I still can't believe that it ended with 22 chapters and 150k words 🥳

It started with a little idea, a scene which didn't want to leave my head—and it turned into a complete long-fic.

Thank you all who started that journey with me, and a big 😘 to all the wonderful, lovely people I meet along the way 💙🥳

We live, we love, we lie on AO3

Chapters: 22/22 Fandom: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Relationships: CyberLife Tower Connor | RK800-60/Reader, Connor (Detroit: Become Human)/Reader, Connor/CyberLife Tower Connor | RK800-60/Reader, sixty/reader Characters: almost all Additional Tags: Post-Pacifist Best Ending (Detroit: Become Human), Robot/Human Relationships, Hurt/Comfort, Violence, Mild Gore, Fluff, Investigations, Guilt, Gaslighting, Crime Scenes, Co-workers, Polyamory, Bisexuality, Romance, Cats, Swearing, Gavin Reed Not Being an Asshole, anymore, Smut, Threesome - F/M/M, Enemies to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, No use of y/n, Penis In Vagina Sex, Cunnilingus, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Double Penetration

Summary:

On the night of the Android Revolution, RK800-60 had kidnapped Hank and you to stop Connor. To save them, you shot that RK800.

A few months later, the same believed dead android–Sixty, he calls himself–joins the DPD as your new partner.

Where trust in your work partners is mandatory, can you all overcome the past to find common ground and build up that trust?

Can Connor accept himself and another RK800, knowing what CyberLife had built them for and after what they had done? What are Sixty's intentions and is he hiding something from you? Can he be trusted? And can you help them learn how to live?

The three RKs at the DPD all struggle with their past, being formed by guilt and shame, or by an A.I. that was stuck in their heads. But is it really gone?