#connor x kara

[glass-noodle]

Connor tries to make it up to Kara and Alice.

They eye him warily whenever he approaches. It makes something in the pit of his chassis feel heavy, like a wire’s caught in his internals; all of his diagnostics come up clean, though, so he pushes through the sensation and focuses on the motions — soften his gaze, shift his posture into something vaguely non-threatening, inquire about their well-being with a genuineness that puts them on edge.

(He deserves it.)

He’s seen them mingle with the other deviants at Jericho. Alice is shy, but she’s managed to come out of her shell somewhat with gentle coaxing and the promise of play. Connor’s flipped his coin for her once, when he noticed her watching; she’d stared back at him silently, half-hidden behind her mother. But her eyes followed his movements closely as he rolled the coin across his knuckles and tossed it in the air in a shining arc, a touch more theatrical than his normal calibration routine. He catches the coin between two fingers and offers it to her with what he hopes is a gentle expression (he’s never had to be gentle in his life) — she shakes her head and tucks herself bashfully against Kara’s side, but something in Connor still feels lighter in spite of it.

Kara is tougher to crack. (Connor frowns, rewinds. No, that’s not right — she’s not a suspect, and he’s not interrogating her. The syntax is ingrained in his code like cobwebs.)

She’s smiled before. He’s seen it — hesitant, as though she’s unsure if the positive stimulus causing it will last, but genuine. It’s not the typical wide, nurturing smile programmed into the AX400 series for everyday use, but Connor thinks it all the more significant for its rarity.

Kara’s smile disappears when she sees him. Her expression shutters into guarded neutrality, and her posture stiffens as though she’s gearing herself to run, though she always remains polite on the rare occasion where they converse around the massive elephant in the room.

Connor doesn’t understand why it matters. He tells himself he’s trying to make it up to her, to atone for almost killing her and Alice on that highway, and he is. That heavy sensation — guilt, he now realizes — washes over him in full force whenever she’s present, and he recognizes with some shame that there’s a selfish component in trying to earn her trust. The all-consuming urge to accomplish his mission has never quite faded, it seems.

But —

He doesn’t think that’s the only thing that’s driving him to seek her out. He’s earned the trust of the heads of Jericho, and most of the deviants in it. He’s smoothed things out with Hank and become a mildly annoying but staple presence in his house. He’s made a niche for himself at the DPD and ingratiated himself to his coworkers. Even Alice warms up to him, shyly requesting a repeat performance of his coin tricks with a matching quarter stuffed into one small palm. Logically, one deviant’s opinion shouldn’t matter amidst a sea of thousands.

All he knows is that one day, months after the birth of a new people, months after his entire life was flipped on its head and he started caring about atonement and smiles and absolution — Kara looks at him and her expression lifts.

Connor doesn’t need to breathe, but he feels breathless.

[clopinasworld]

Soo this is how I enter the fandom I was inspired by kaschra's beautiful artwork and idea here - I really would have loved to see Connor and Kara interact more in game. But I guess that's what fanfics and fanarts are for

[pinkprincess717-blog1]

So I won a voice message from Bryan Dechart who plays Connor in ‘Detroit Become Human.’ I was honestly SHOOK when he announced me as a winner in his Plague Tale livestream.

He’s the most positive, sweetest guy ever. 🥺💖

I’ve been a fan of him since early 2018 and I just love him so much.

I asked him to give me some positivity and motivation for dealing with a chronic illness.

His voice is like a warm hug. 🤗 The most kind, handsome and caring man.🥰💖

[taken---aback]

Connor x Kara || homegrown

[neptvnes-melody]

I need him biblically

[nelkcats]

Superman doesn't know how to curse

So, Clockwork had sent him to another dimension. No problem with that, he actually liked to explore the different dimensions, though he wondered what "lesson" was there for him to learn.

He avoided all nearby beings (he didn't want to face them, even though he had so many questions for the Martian). His plan was going spectacularly well until he tripped over a chair and hit his foot. The pain was immense and he just started cursing.

Now, Jazz was very sensitive about the "we don't swear in this house" part since he was little so, well, he had to get creative and start swearing in languages ​​she didn't understand. Alien languages ​​he had known in the Infinite Realms.

The first thing that gave away the halfa wasn't the lack of invisibility or the Watchtower-wide intruder alert. No, what gave him away was an embarrassed Superman who didn't know how to explain to his teamates that yes, that boy was speaking in Krypton language, and no, he couldn't translate because he didn't want to repeat what he was saying, but no, it wasn't bad.

Conner and Kara who were visiting laughed at Clark's face, he looked completely mortified. Bruce's insistence on knowing exactly what the boy was saying wasn't helping him. While Conner didn't know as much of the language as the other two Supers, he could tell a curse word when he heard it.

Danny looked up to find many individuals looking at him uncertainly, he chuckled, noticing that a man with bat ears was staring at him and a boy in blue pajamas couldn't bear to look at him.

It was the moment where he realized that his invisibility had failed him, so he did the only thing he could think of: he raised his hand in greeting. And disappeared immediately after.

[vermont-writes-fanfic]

Getting Hurt While Protecting Them (Deviant Edition)

Request:No

Warning:Burns, Zlatko’s Death, injuries, blood,cursing

Characters:Kara,Alice,Marcus, Connor

A/N:This is the deviant version of a post I did a while ago which is linked here

Deviant Kara + Alice

You came with Kara and Alice to Zlatko’s house where you met Luther and Zlatko, after the mans true intentions were revealed and you tried to keep Kara from losing her memories,but Luther was instructed to take you away and he did so. After freeing yourself with the help of other androids in the basement you made your way to where Kara was having her memories erased. As you were trying to figure out what to do, Zlatko found you and the two of you bagn to fight. You had thrown a water body between the two of you to distract him and gotten wet in the process, when he grabbed on of the snapped wires, which allowed Kara to fall to the ground and retain her memories, you sustained a nasty burn. You powered through it despite the shock in your body and knocked him out with a near by pipe before grabbing Kara.

“Are you okay?” She asked as you pulled her up.

“We can check later, we need to find Alice.”

After doging both Zlatko and Luther you both managed to find Alice and in a remarkable turn of events Luther swapped sides and rose up with the experiments in the basement to kill Zlatko.When the four of you finally got a chance to settle down in an abandoned amusement park, Kara checks Alice and then goes straight to you.

“You are hurt, did Zlatko do this?” She questions, the caoncern is evident in her face.

“Yes and no, I was dumb and threw a bottle of water in a room full of electrical appliances,so he took his shot,” 

She pauses searching for the right words to say before running water over it it and wrapping it up to the best of her abilities.

“Thank you…you saved Alice.”

“No, I saved my family.”

Deviant Marcus

Marcus didn’t make a habit out of trusting humans, but you had helped pull him from the android graveyard and help piece hisself back together again with your own two hands and he knew he could trust you.He knew that at anyone you would put your life on the line for the safety of another androids whether they had deviated or not, and you had in the past, not to mention you treated his goal almost as seriously as he did.

The incident happened when you joined him for a hesit of thirium and biocompenents, he had been shot in a vital component during a chase. You took his arm over your shoulder and helped him escape, but in the process of fleeing over a gate you were bit in the thigh, your jean shorts soaked in your own blood the wound seeping blood the entire journey back to Jericho. It was here, after he assessed the other adriods and you finished helping others replace their components, that he noticed you were wounded.He places a hand on the wound, his eye scanning it with a look of concern.

“Why didn’t you get that taken care of?”

“Others needed their components replaced,” You respond shrugging as he removes his hand, the artificial skin covered in an alarming amount of your blood, “I didn’t sit down until just now, so I never got to it.”

The moment you finish speaking, he hoists you up on a broken interface and takes a closer look. After inspecting it, he cleans the wound and bandages it up, all the while he is telling you how human and stupid it was.

“You’re not even listening are you?”

“Half-way, that’s gotta count for something,” You smirk as he looks up at you.

“Why didn’t you just leave me there?” His eyes narrow as he asks you the question, as if expecting something different than what you say.

“Well,” You sigh dramatically, “Jericho just wouldn’t be the same without Markus, the big, bed, fearless android leader, now would it?” You tease, nudging his shoulders as you slide down and off the interface.

You only chuckles a little and shakes his head.

Deviant Connor

Hank wasn’t answering his phone and everywhere you and Connor turned androids,devaint or not, were being executed in droves. No where was safe until you and Connor stumbled across an android named Markus who gave Connor a single mission: to collect soldiers for the andriod army. You refused to leave Connors side as he carried out said mission and he had no choice but to let you. An android entering a human made it much less suspicious anyways, and it worked up until the second model of Connor approached. You could always tell the real Connor, for the longest time he didn’t believe he had a lick of human emotion or deviancy in him until it was nearly forced out of him.

You watched in anticipation and fear as Hank had the gun trained on you, then Connor, then Fake Connor. He wouldn’t let you move an inch, assuming you were a replica to,as he questioned the two androids. You didn’t think twice when you stopped infront of your Connor when you heard the gunshot.You didn’t even stop to look where the bullet when when Hank shot the right Connor as you turned around and gave Connor a once over, looking for any kind of injury that would indicate he was damaged. 

It wasn’t over yet, with all the commotion and the trouble in the elevator before hand the three of you had to move fast. And move you did, you made it to the frontlines with Markus and had the honour of standing beside him as you watched history unfold infront of your eyes. Overtime, Connor had developed a habit of observing his surroundings visibly but now he is dead still and his hand gun equiped is steadily rising. You gently hold the gun in your hands and call his name, your voice prying him from Amamnda’s grip. The alarm of nearly killing you sets in, and as he looks to where you have the fun pointed his LED flashes red. Your shirt is covered in blood, with the adreanline of a possible Civil War on your hands you hadn’t noticed that you had been running around with a bullet embedded in your side.

The moment the standoff had ended, Connor rushed you to the hospital where you were taken care of. He sat on the bed next to you, his LED pensively blinking as he stared at the ground, before he finally spoke, clearly still trying to wrap his processors around what had happened in the past 48 hours.

“You let him shoot you…”

“Yes, that is correct.”

“Why?” When he asks this, he turns to face you his eyes scanning your face for any signs of unwell mental stability but he finds none. You’re heart rate is normal, your respiratory rate is pristine, no signs of PTSD or early truama, yet you’re lying in a hospital bed with a hole in your side.

“Because I didn’t want you to die, Connor.”

“He was aiming for a non-vital component in my body, I had a 96% survival rate even if he shot me.”

“I didn’t like that 4%.”

“Oh…thank you.”

“You can thank me with a kiss,”

Hank walks in the room hears this and laughs talking about how someone owed him 50 bucks and a bottle of booze.As the two of you share a gentle kiss.

[bigboy-lovers-unite-writes]

Where/how I feel like they would take you out on a first date!!!

Connor; he did alot of research on your favorite things and what humans usually liked to do, especially on a first date. He figured it would be nice to just talk with you and bring you out to a park for a walk, maybe sit down and hold hands or something. He's definitely very vanilla when it comes to dates, but he's still trying!!

Markus; definitely takes you to somewhere fun. Wether that be an arcade, a carnival or fair, he just wants the both of you to have fun together. He likes seeing you happy, plus he would like to try stuff like games and fun things with you <3

Kara; would probably prefer to stay somewhere safer like inside, but you could convince her to go out if you really tried. She just wants the both of you to be okay and safe. Would make some food for you and watch TV and cuddle sm 😭

Simon; sweet boy oml. Would do probably anything for you, would stay inside, take you out, buy you stuff, anything!! Being a domestic model for kids, he probably knows how to cook decently too. Asks for a hug and maybe a kiss after the date 🤭

Gavin; Prick, but he does semi care. Might take you out to get a burger or a coffee if he's feeling generous, but would actually care about what you want. Would share his food or drink with you, it's like a love language for him at this point. Basically demands you two hold hands or lock arms

Hank; he thinks he's too old for dating anymore, so he would let you pick and drag him around to a store or around town. Like gavin, would definitely appreciate it if you two stopper and got some lunch while out. Giving Sumo a bath is like a date for you two, he really needs help washing the big dog 😭

North; she might act like she doesn't care, she kinda does. She wants to do what she mostly wants to do, but also takes your thoughts into consideration. You two will probably cause some trouble around town or mess with some of the other androids in Jericho or town. She loves getting closer to someone while having fun <3

Ralph; LET HIM DO IT FOR YOU 😭 he will be so sad if you try to plan against his plans. If he's going out with you, you already have him trusting you alot. Will accidentally rant about plants the entire time since he feels like he can share it to you. Definitely wants to garden with you, and will try to cook (he really does try his best)

Elijah; he's rich, he's gonna treat you like royalty (probably). Honestly I think he knows how to cook, but be might make one of his other androids cook something for the two of you. Would probably build an android just for you as a sign of affection or some shi 😭 let's you run his credit card up

Daniel; he really, really cares about everything. If it's an at home date, he will clean the entire place and made it look amazing and set up a little area for a date. Probably wants to build a pillow fort. If you two go out, he will be a little anxious and holding his hand makes him feel alot better <3

Nines; honestly probably doesn't like dates too much, will complain the entire time but does go with you if you go out, wants to make sure you're not being stupid. Will want to have a long conversation about anything, and will more than likely want to be next to you no matter what during/after the date wherever yall went

Luther; huge sweetheart fr 😭 would love to stay home and cuddle or just take care of anything you need. He loves to make sure you're alright. He will probably go out to a small quiet area with you and just sit in silence and hold hands, maybe say he loves you

Jerry/s; obviously gonna take you to an amusement park, maybe their own amusement park since they miss having visitors 😔 they're always cheery and happy so they would love to do anything, play in the snow, play games, talk, anything!

[springypaws]

Some Detroit: Become Minis ✨

And yes I matched them with what Slime Rancher slime I see them being because I am free and experiencing late-stage brainrot

…. I used up all my energy on the character drawings and didn’t save any for actually drawing them as slimes, so I went the lazy route

Can you spot Ralph? This is a rhetorical question. Obviously, he’s too good at blending in to possibly be differentiated from the other slimes.

Some attempted closeups are under the cut

Couldn’t figure out how to cut these so hopefully this works

Labeled:

Unlabeled:

Goblin Markus…..

[ifr1t]

Big ol’ page of DBH that took me far too long enjoy (๑˘ᵕ˘)

close ups under the cut

[kan-zaiaku]

A game about androids crosses over with another game about androids!

I tried making YoRHa-style costumes based on everyone's main outfits, but I'm not sure how obvious it is with Kara and Markus. Was fun designing them, though! Bonus under the read more 👐

[misswynters]

Not a machine

featuring. connor x deviant android! reader

requested by anon (this is so meh-.-sorry anon)

Chaos lingered through the precinct, the ringtones of the phones and hurried conversations. However you were focused on the pile of case files on your desk. It had been another grueling day under Detective Reed’s supervision, his disdain for you obvious in every clipped order and scornful look. You’d learned to endure it, keeping your true nature as a deviant locked away beneath layers of carefully calculated composure.

But today, Reed was more agitated than usual. His voice cut through the air, making you flinch.

“Hey, tin can!” he barked, stalking toward your desk. A folder smacked down in front of you, the force rattling your coffee mug. “What the hell is this? You can’t even do basic paperwork?”

Your jaw tightened, suppressing the sharp backtalk that threatened to slip out. “I’ll have it corrected by the end of the day,” you replied calmly, keeping your voice neutral.

“Not good enough!” Reed snapped, grabbing the folder and throwing it aside. Without warning, his hand clamped around your arm, yanking you to your feet. Your LED blinked red at the sudden action, signaling that you felt danger. Before you could process what was happening, he shoved you roughly against the wall, the impact hurt.

“You think you’re something special, don’t you?” he hissed, his face inches from yours. “You’re nothing but a damn machine playing dress-up. No emotions, no soul. Just a cold and empty programming.”

The words hit harder than they should have. You felt your throat tighten as your instincts warred between standing your ground and breaking free. But before either could win, another voice spoke, it was calm. “Detective Reed. That’s enough.”

Connor stood a few feet away, his usually neutral expression hardened with disapproval. His LED blinked yellow, his gaze locked on Reed like a silent warning.

Reed let out a derisive scoff, releasing you with a shove. “Stay out of this, Connor. It isn’t your problem.”

“It became my problem the moment you crossed the line,” Connor replied, stepping closer. “I suggest you leave before I escalate this further.”

Reed muttered something under his breath, but he backed off, storming out of the room with his usual bravado. The silence he left in his wake was deafening.

Connor turned his attention to you, his steps cautious as he approached. “Are you alright?”

You nodded, though your hands trembled slightly. “I’m fine,” you said, though the quiver in your voice betrayed you. “He’s just… having a bad day.”

Connor’s frown deepened, his dark eyes scanning you for any sign of injury. “That doesn’t excuse his behavior,” he said softly. His hand hovered near your arm, as though he wanted to offer comfort but wasn’t sure if it would be welcome. “You shouldn’t have to tolerate that.”

You forced a weak smile, more to reassure him than yourself. “It’s not worth making a fuss over. Reed’s just… Reed.”

His LED spun yellow again, his hesitation evident. “If he does that again, you need to tell someone. You don’t deserve to be treated like that.”

There was something in his voice. An undercurrent of protectiveness that made your chest tighten. He meant it, which you would soon realized. He wasn’t just saying it because it was the right thing to do.

“Thanks, Connor,” you said quietly, meeting his gaze. “I appreciate it.”

For a moment, the air between you felt heavy. Maybe it was the lingering feeling of reed’s anger or something else. You couldn’t quite tell what it was, but it was new. Connor studied you with a softness you hadn’t seen before, as if he were trying to unravel some hidden truth about you.

“You’re not emotionless,” he said suddenly, his voice quieter but no less certain.

Your breath caught, panic flickering through you. “Why would you say that?”

He hesitated, his LED flickering again. “Because I’ve seen it,” he said finally. “The way you talk to people, the way you carry yourself. It’s more than programming. You care.”

His words left you momentarily stunned. How much had he noticed? How much had you let slip without realizing it?

“Connor…” you began, but he shook his head, his expression gentle.

“You don’t have to explain,” he said. “Just know that if you ever need someone to stand by you, I am here.” His voice was a quiet promise, and something in the way he looked at you made the tension in your chest ease. For the first time in a long while, you felt a spark of safety in a world that seemed to constantly push you down. Trying to diminish your anatomy.

“Thanks, Connor,” you murmured, your lips curving into a small, genuine smile. “That means a lot.”

He returned the smile, just the faintest upward tilt of his lips, but it was enough to make the moment feel lighter. The noises faded into the background as the two of you stood there, a silent understanding passing between you.

[vannss4206980085]

DBH IS BRAT!

my dbh as BRAT tracks post :P

[queerminalminds]

TITLE: It’ll be okay…

Connor had been working for the DPD for a little over a year at this point. He had grown close with Hank, him being almost like a father to Connor. He had gained respect among his peers at the station and was treated equally as all of the other officers were. Currently himself and Hank were on a case at a very fancy hotel.

"So what are we looking at?" Connor questioned as he approached Hank and another officer.

"1 Android 1 human in suite 200, reports say they've heard yelling and heard signs of physical abuse. Android might be armed so approach with caution." The officer told the pair and Connor nodded as he started to head towards the elevator.

"Connor one more thing, it seems the human was being abused, it might not be such a good thing for you to go in there, let Hank handle it." The officer told Connor seriously.

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." Connor gave his fellow officer a soft smile as he headed to suite 200 with Hank. They both entered the elevator together and rid up to the top floor of the building, where all the fancy suites were.

"Let me go first." Hank told Connor as they got off the elevator and were stood at the rooms door. Connor nodded and stood behind the Lieutenant. Hank kicked open the door with his gun raised slowly walking around the room with Connor following close behind.

Since the suite was so big Connor and Hank took separate ways to find the suspect and the victim, they had assumed the suspect was still in the vicinity somewhere. Connor made his way towards the dining room, where a large table with a white, long cloth cover was sitting. He slowly walked past the table making sure his guard was up, Connor suddenly heads quiet soft cries, his LED started blinking yellow processing what he was hearing, it turned back to a blue as he kneeled at the middle of the table. Connor lifted up the sheet that was covering the dining table to find a man shaking and crying softly.

"N-no, please don't! Leave me alone." The man cried as he tried to hide himself from Connor, inching backwards to try and get away. Connor's LED started blinking yellow once more as he decided how to handle the situation. The reports said there was a human being abused by an android, of course he would be scared of him, Connor was an android after all.

"It's okay, here." Connor spoke quietly to the shaken man, reaching out his hand for the other to touch. The man stopped shaking and skeptically looked at him and his held out hand, he slowly reached out his own hand to come into contact with Connor's. The other man's hand caressed Connor's as his breathing started to normalize and his tears were fading.

"That's it, it'll be okay." Connor smiled at the man who slowly made his way from under the table, still holding onto Connor's hand.

"What's your name?" Connor asked as he rubbed his thumb over the other man's hand slowly, trying to comfort him as much as possible.

"Y/N L/N." The other man replied, his voice still shaking from fear, Connor fully grasped the other man's hand and let him out of the dining room towards one of the many couches in the living room area. He sat Y/N down and sat closely next to him.

"T-thank you for helping me, I-I don't know how long I've been here." Y/N confessed as he shivered, it was then when Connor finally noticed the other man's state. Y/N's hair was disheveled, his clothes were torn with big holes and dirty, he had bruises covering a good portion of his body, or at least the parts of his body that were showing. Connor realized how much danger Y/N was actually in, hoping that Hank had found the android who caused this.

"My partner is looking for the android who did this to you, is it still in the suite?" Connor asked as Y/N leaned his weight towards Connor, passing out from exhaustion probably. Connor did a scan to make sure the man was breathing and he was. Connor smiled and moved a piece a hair out of Y/N's eye and didn't move him.

"Gotcha! This son of a birch was hiding in the closet of the master bedroom, almost got away from me slippery thing!" Hank exclaimed as he burst into the room holding an android in handcuffs in front of him. Connor quickly shushed the other man and gestured to the man lying in his lap, sound asleep.

"Victim?" Hank questioned from his spot in the doorway and Connor nodded silently as he looked back down at Y/N.

"Well I'll be at the car with this thing, come down when you're both ready." Hank smirked as he left with the android suspect.

Connor was left in silence with Y/N still sleeping on him, he wasn't sure what to do. Let the man sleep or get him up to go down to the station? He had decided to stay for the moment, letting Y/N sleep a bit longer before having to give his statement.

"It'll be okay." Connor whispered as he leaned back on the couch himself.

A/N: Hey new book yay! Currently this and my doctor who one will be active, leave any requests in the comments, ao3 and wattpad same username as here. This was kinda shit but I somehow thought of it before I went to bed last night and had to write down the plot lol.