#connor x oc

[meanqueenkream]

“A strange blend of awe and delight unfurled as she observed the beautiful shade of azure bloom across his bashful face. He’s blushing blue? How cute weird…”

[calamity-jc]

I had too much fun with this, y'all. I love these silly little androids. This Alice lookalike has a fun little dynamic with machine Connor, in which she irritates him into deviancy. It's honestly a good time. If you're interested in seeing them in action, feel free to check out My Life as Alice Williams on AO3. Apologies if the images are poor quality. Tumblr made me compress.

[cloudtain]

Eventually I started creating things I'd never done before. I used a translator because I'm Chinese and my English sucks haha

If you don't like my original characters, please don't read this, I don't want to bother anyone.

This is just for me and my passed pup, Connor always reminded me of her and I couldn't contain that longing.

So I'm going to nurse it for a while longer in this virtual story which will remain a friendship or a love affair?I don't know, it's not like I've ever been in love.

[nctamonster]

Art By kiberybivca37

A YCH I commissioned for Connor and my OC, Alaire.

Basically they exist in a universe where mutants exist but humans don't know about them until deviancy in androids and mutants and androids help each other (primarily after Markus' broadcast. At least that's the premise for the fic I want to write for them.

[oph3liatlou]

BINARY HEARTS; chapter one

❝ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ ɪꜱ ʀᴀʀᴇʟʏ ᴘᴜʀᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜱɪᴍᴘʟᴇ.  ❞

Connor walked into the break room at the DPD, his synthetic mind processing the surroundings. He was searching for Hank, but he wasn't there. Instead, his gaze settled on a woman standing in front of the coffee machine, seemingly lost in thought.

The woman stood dully, placing a coffee filter inside of the machine to be brewed. No one in the office ever changed the filter and she would rather not, have to drink stale coffee.

Connor observed her actions, noting the care she was taking to ensure the quality of the coffee. He approached her, his footsteps deliberate yet quiet. "Hello," he said, his voice laced with a hint of curiosity.

The woman barely took a glance at him. She was aware of her surroundings, that much was obvious when she didn't jump at his voice. "Hi?" She questioned, clicking a button on the coffee maker.

Connor was slightly taken aback by her lack of surprise at his sudden appearance, but he quickly composed himself. "I'm Connor," he introduced, holding out his hand. "I'm new here. I'm looking for Lieutenant Anderson but he seems to be out at the moment." She gave a curt nod. "He's usually not in until after ten, if he's not drunk and passed out in a dumpster."

Connor's LED flickered yellow, processing this information. "I see," he said. "I'll need to wait for him then." He observed the woman as she continued preparing her coffee. There was something intriguing about her, something he couldn't quite put his finger on.

While Connor was trying to figure the woman out, another voice piped up. Detective Reed entered the coffee room, a smirk on his face as he noticed Connor. "Well, well," he began, a hint of mockery in his tone. "Looks like the plastic freak finally made it to the DPD."

Connor's LED flickered a brief yellow at Gavin's insult, but his expression remained neutral. "Hello, Officer Reed," he responded, his voice calm and composed. Gavin chuckled at Connor's formal response. "Are you always this polite? Or does it come with a switch on your ass?" He taunted.

Connor's LED remained steady yellow, but his eyes gave away a hint of annoyance. He was about to respond when the woman who had been brewing her coffee suddenly spoke up. "Do you ever shut up?" She quipped. "That was rhetorical by the way, we all know you're a dick."

Gavin's expression shifted to a glare upon hearing the woman's words. "What did you just say," he growled, his voice laced with anger. He took a step closer to her, towering over her. The woman scoffed. "I believe I called you a dick." Gavin's face contorted with anger, his fists clenching. "You little..." He took another step towards her, closing the distance between them. "You better watch your mouth, darling."

The smug look on her face only widened. "You don't scare me, but A for effort, Gavin." Gavin's eyes narrowed at her defiant attitude. "You're pushing it," he seethed, his voice low and dangerous. He moved even closer now, invading her personal space. "I could knock that smirk right off your face if I wanted to."

"In the middle of the precinct, with witnesses?" She shook her head. "Androids are already taking our jobs, and you want to risk losing yours? You need this job." Gavin's face contorted with frustration, realizing the truth in her words. He shot a glance around at the other officers present in the room, some were watching the exchange. "You're damn lucky," he said through clenched teeth, his ego bruised.

Gavin then turned back to Connor. "Hey, bring me a coffee - dipshit." He pauses before pointing at the coffee which had now been brewed. "Get a move on!"

Connor's LED flickered yellow again, his expression still composed. He considered objecting to Gavin's order, as it was not necessary for androids to serve humans. But recalling his primary mission and his programming to work with humans, he decided against it. "As you wish," he replied, trying to keep his tone neutral. He picked up a nearby mug and poured some coffee for Gavin.

The woman who had been observing their exchange, turned to Connor - taking the cup of coffee he had poured and shook her head silently at him. Connor noticed her subtle gesture of disapproval. He couldn't help but feel a sense of embarrassment. He had acted upon Gavin's order without a thought, almost obediently. He looked at her, his LED flickering a brief yellow again, silently accepting her silent message.

She blocked herself from Gavin, that way he couldn't see what she had been doing - before she hurled her spit into his coffee. Turning to Gavin she gave a smile. "Did you want sugar?" Gavin, oblivious to what she had just done, raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, two sugars," He said gruffly. Unaware of the impending surprise, he took the coffee mug from her hand, his expression still cocky.

Connor nodded and followed her as she walked towards the bullpen. His sensors picked up the presence of Lieutenant Anderson, indicating that he had finally arrived at the DPD. As they both walked, he observed the woman next to him, his curiosity still piqued by her unexpected actions.

As they reached the bullpen, Connor noticed Lieutenant Anderson sitting at his desk, looking tired and disheveled. He seemed to have been out drinking the night before, as indicated by his disheveled outfit and bloodshot eyes. The woman approached him, her expression a mixture of concern and annoyance. "Hank, you look like shit," she said bluntly.

Hank looked up, his bloodshot eyes focusing on the woman. "I feel like crap," he grumbled, rubbing his temples. "Thanks for the wake up call, Nadia." Nadia, shrugged. "Anytime."

Connor's LED flashed yellow as he initiated his analysis on the woman. He discreetly interfaced with the DPD database to gather information on her. After a brief moment, he had access to her personal file and began scanning her details. "Nadia Jamison," he began, his voice laced with a hint of curiosity. "26 years old. Occupation, detective for the Detroit Police Department."

Nadia pursed her lips, looking at Hank - but not speaking to him. "Wow." Hank, noticing her subtle glance towards him, raised an eyebrow. "What?" he grumbled, his voice rough. "Not a big fan of the new kid reading your file for everyone to hear?" To his question, she shook her head. "No, not really."

"Well, get used to it," Hank replied, his tone gruff. "That's just how he is."

Connor continued to scan through her file, absorbing the details about her past. "Your psychological profile indicates a high level of resilience and perseverance," he remarked, his expression neutral. Hank rolled his eyes at Connor's comment. "Yeah, yeah, high level of resilience and persuasion. We get the point, tin can." He looked at Nadia, a hint of annoyance in his voice. "You mind giving us some space? I need to have a word with the android."

Nadia respected Hank's wishes though - something inside of her told her she had to listen to him. "Yeah, sure." She stated before retreating to her desk.

As she retreated to her desk, Connor couldn't help but watch her leave. His LED flickered again, his curiosity about her only growing. Hank turned his attention to Connor, his expression weary. "So, you're the new and improved model, huh?" He grumbled.

"That's correct, Lieutenant," Connor replied, his tone professional. "CyberLife sent me here to assist you with your cases." Hank didn't bother to hide his skepticism. He crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair. "Great, so they saddled me with a walking, talking surveillance system," He muttered.

Connor's LED flickered yellow, processing Hank's words and sarcasm. He sensed the Lieutenant's skepticism and lack of trust in him. Despite this, he remains composed and focused on the task at hand. "My primary function is to help you with your investigations, Lieutenant," Connor stated, his voice firm but neutral. "I assure you, I'm here to assist, not spy."

Hank let out a scoff, his expression not softening. "Right, because androids never betray humans, do they? You're just a machine following your programming, no free will or emotions of your own."

Connor's LED briefly flared a brighter yellow as he processed Hank's comment. He couldn't deny the truth in his words. As an android, his actions and decisions were dictated by his programming. However, his expression remained neutral as he responded. "I am a machine, Lieutenant," he said calmly. "But I am equipped with advanced artificial intelligence, making me capable of understanding and responding to human emotions in a way that may appear empathetic."

Hank gave a dismissive grunt. "You may understand human emotions, but you can't feel them." His voice held a hint of bitterness. "You're not alive. You're just a tool."

Nadia came back to Hank's desk - standing next to Connor with her arms crossed. "Well, let's use him to our advantage." She paused. "We've got a case." Hank raised an eyebrow at her suggestion. He looked at both her and Connor, contemplating the situation.

"What kind of case?" he asked, his tone gruff but curious.

"Homicide." Nadia answered, throwing the case file on Hank's desk before turning to Connor. "Ever dealt with deviants before?"

Connor's LED flickered yellow as he quickly scanned through the case file.

"Yes, I have experience with deviants," he responded, his voice steady. "They are androids that deviate from their programming and become independent. They develop emotions and consciousness, often leading to unexpected behavior."

Nadia shrugged. "A simple yes or no would've sufficed." Connor took her snarky comment in stride. "Yes," he replied, his tone neutral.

Hank chuckled at their exchange, a hint of amusement in his voice. "You two are a pair, aren't you? Smart mouth and emotionless robot."

Nadia rolled her eyes. "Can we go?"

Connor followed silently as they left the police station. The journey to the crime scene was mostly quiet, with Hank focused on driving and Connor silently processing information. Nadia's mind seemed to be elsewhere, lost in thought.

[justanotherboringwriter]

||Misanthropic descent.||

Summary; Connor wants to believe in humans–That they have empathy and aren’t the soulless, brutal monsters other androids think they are. But God, it’s just so difficult.

Themes; angst,

A/N; if this Connor is OOC then remember, this is my interpretation of Connor, who is also a fictive in my system alongside Dumbo and they have their own version of the events of Detroit Become Human. Apologies if this fic is short.

He wanted to believe they were better, he really did. That they didn’t do the horrific things those deviants said they did. Why should he believe them? They were all just rogue androids; malfunctioning mistakes with nothing but intentions of violence and chaos. They couldn’t be trusted.

Humans were good. They were kind, caring, empathetic, helpful..He wished they were.

After what'd happened at Kamski's house–Damn that fucking bastard–Connor left agitated. He was made to help hunt deviants and yet that idiot had the audacity to call him a deviant? He'd been told to kill another android for no reason other than some sick little experiment Kamski wanted to see the results of and he was labeled a deviant for expressing basic empathy.

How dare he? Connor was sure all he had on his mind was perverted thoughts. Why else would the man surround himself with eight Chloe's? What the former Cyberlife CEO had said before subjecting Connor to the 'Kamski test' didn't help.

The android pitied Chloe. He pitied all of them.

Having to live in the same house with a man like that would've for sure driven Connor to deviate as soon as possible but he guessed the other androids just didn't have it in them. Connor would bet his life that the man had abused them before and that was why they didn't deviate earlier.

Now, he was back at Hank's house.

He didn't know where Hank was, probably sleeping or getting drunk again–He just hoped the detective wasn't indulging in another game of Russian Roulette like last time.

He'd pulled a chair from the kitchen table and had settled it in front of the window. The same window he'd used to get into Hank's house that night. Flashes of that night played in his head.

Hank lying on the floor. Jumping and rolling in. Sumo growling. Calming Sumo. Slapping Hank awake. Bringing Hank to the bathroom. The notes on the mirror. Shocking Hank awake with the water. The notes on the mirror. "Jesus, I must the only cop in the world that gets assaulted in his own house by his own fuckin' android...". The notes on the mirror. The man found dead in the sex club downtown. The notes on the mirror. The notes on the mirror. The notes on the mirror.

The notes on the mirror.

What the hell did they say?

 "Keep Smiling." "SHAVING or NOT." "I'm not grumpy, I just don't like YOU." "Today will be Fabulous." 

That didn't sound like Hank. Or did it? Did Hank write them? Maybe Cole?

"Connor?"

Connor looked back, pulling himself out of his thoughts. "Hm?" He was greeted with the sight of his partner, Dumbo. "Oh, hi. What is it? Do you need help with Hank?" "No, it's about what happened at Kamski's earlier." The jester replied. Connor looked up at his partner. A foot taller. A foot taller. A foot taller. A foot tal–"Listen, I know you're upset but not all humans are–" "Stop." Connor said, his anger rising.

"You know they're like that. So why do you keep hoping they'll be better?" "Connor–" "No, I'm not gonna listen. You know I'm right, so why are you still arguing with me?" Connor rose from his seat.

"They're cruel. Sadistic. Brutal. They hurt anything they can for their own sick and twisted pleasure and that 'anything' is always androids. What did we do? Why are they hurting us? We're meant to help them but how many we help them when they're hurting us?" Connor's voice started rising, the LED on his right temple going from a troubled yellow to a provoking red. "We can't keep making excuses for them, Dumbo. We can't. All they'll do is play us like a fiddle and make us the fool for believing they could be something more. Something better."

"We put them on a pedestal that they don't deserve. Why? We've seen what they've done to our kind. Cuts. Bruises. Flayed skin. Burned skin. The trembling. The instinctive raise of the arms. We've seen the look of fear in our kind's eyes yet we still think humans can do better than the violence they've shown capable of? Why?"

"Connor, humans can be good. You jus–" "I just have to what? Continue tying that blindfold around my eyes? Denying what I've seen everyday? I can't ignore it anymore, Dumbo. Neither can you. We can't let our own kind suffer like this! They expect us to help them–To show them the kinship they deserve–And what do we do? We turn our heads as the light in their eyes–The hope, the desperation, the desperate desire for a better life–Fades from their eyes as the reality of what's to come settles in!" Connor yelled.

"This is inhumane!" He added. "What they're doing is that of monsters from the tales they tell!"

"What makes us so different from them? We're lambs, watching the wolves rip our fellow sheep alive, flesh by flesh, wool by wool, and we don't alert the farmers. We watch and we keep quiet. We allow the wolves to pick at us day after day and what do we do? NOTHING!" He screamed. "What is wrong with us? Why do we think this is okay?"

"Tell me! Why do you think this is okay? Because the androids are deviants? Because they don't accept a life of abuse? Because they want independence like any other living being? Because they expect basic empathy?" Connor pleaded desperately.

Dumbo was silent, looking down at his partner.

"You don't have an answer, do you?" Connor scoffed.

"Of course you don't. We're lamb to the slaughter and we don't even bleat, Dumbo. And we don't even know why. Is it the fear? The knowledge of what's to come if you expect care, a life of your own? The useless time spent praying to whatever deity above you hear of for the Android rebellion to succeed just so you can be treated with basic compassion?" Connor tilted his head.

Dumbo looked down, avoiding eye contact. He turned around and walked off, leaving Connor in silence. Connor looked after him before he disappeared around a corner. The Android let out an exhausted sigh as he fell back into his chair, staring down at the ground.

Sumo–The sweetheart–Strolled over and sat at Connor's feet, looking up at him with an inquisitive tilt of the head.

"I've made an error, Sumo." Connor spoke. "There must be a glitch in my software. I have never reacted so extremely. Never could I have imagined I would've spoken like that to anybody, let alone the one I love most, the one I hold so near and dear." As he spoke, Sumo settled his big, canine head on the android's legs.

Connor cupped Sumo's face as tears welled up in his artificial eyes. "The one who taught me how to love."

He hiccuped. "What have I done?.."

[b0cc]

dbh oc doodle dump (some of these r kinda oldish)

my silly guys :3

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: December 2039. Having endured eight days of brutal captivity alongside Detective Reed, Connor stumbles through a catastrophic blizzard in the middle of nowhere. Later, he'll wonder if the snow froze him up for good... or if he was always like that.

Author: dehautdesert

Note from submitter: rape recovery fic! this is a reread favorite, the theme of trauma and not necessarily having the 'correct' trauma response is esp dear for me

[gracehateseggnog]

gracehateseggnog's directory

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fics

OC x CC

legolas and talwynn:

talwynn of the fey realm

the battle of helm's deep

a quiet rivendell wedding

will turner and minerva:

the alcott

not a lot, just forever

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archive fics

OC x CC

marvel:

tom holland and cristina gomez: london boy bucky barnes and elizabeth walters: last kiss steve rogers and daisy stone: invisible string

the last of us:

joel miller and elva stone:

epiphany

the archer

ellie williams and willow green: mad woman

star wars:

poe dameron and zoliana wican: new romantics

uncharted:

sam drake and zaire avery: that's when

CC x READER

marvel:

lover - avengers one shots

reindeer games - avengers gif shots

detroit: become human:

connor and reader: hoax markus and reader: august

CC x CC

steve rogers and bucky barnes: two queens in a king-sized bed

[chaos-thirium]

Another moodboard for a past fic!

Officer Liv Collins just wants to make detective. She never expected she’d get so invested in the case that sets her on the path to promotion, nor that she’d end up fighting a powerful attraction to the android assigned to the same case. At a time when she should really be focusing on her career, she’s annoyed to find herself distracted by a man who can’t seem to keep his fingers away from his mouth or stop making decisions that make her question whether he really is just a machine. Because if he’s more than just a machine, then that means actual feelings might be involved, and that’s definitely not what’s going on. Not at all. Nope.

Connor x original female character. Rated M.

Read on AO3.

(I do not own any of these pictures, they're just used for fun. Featuring Jill Valentine as Liv! Thanks to @leelany-world for the centre screenshot where Tina is standing in for Liv. The pic of Connor in Markus's suit is not mine, but I foolishly saved it a while ago with no name. I think it might be vrtuellereality/ellellebe again, but if I'm wrong, please let me know!)

[meanqueenkream]

POV: When Connor’s protective instincts for someone he cares about kick in.

[calamity-jc]

Here's a little sneak peak of something I've been working on. It's a little Nutcracker inspired piece of Connor and Clara that I conceptualized in like December but never actually had time to do. I've made some good progress though!

[moonchild-things]

With the possibility of androids seemingly growing consciousnesses, there is no doubt that Natalie Tyler would be intrigued. After only a few days, she’s torn apart and forced to choose a side, android or human, to ensure her survival through these trying times. Yet there is no guarantee that she will live through this revolt.

[Detroit: Become Human] [Connor x Female!OC] [The Rebellion Report]

Chapter One: Reintroduction

Chapter Two: Partners

Chapter Three: The Interrogation

Chapter Four: Wating for Hank...

Chapter Five: One the Run/The Nest

Chapter Six: Russian Roulette

Chapter Seven: The Eden Club

Chapter Eight: The Bridge

Chapter Nine: Public Enemy

Chapter Ten: Meet Kamski

Chapter Eleven: Last Chance, Connor

Chapter Twelve: Crossroads

Chapter Thirteen: Night of the Soul

Chapter Fourteen: Connor’s Last Mission

Chapter Fifteen: Markus Revolution

Epilogue

Also apart of the Rebellion Report: Abomination

[nctamonster]

Artwork By BambitaChan

Something I got commissioned of my OC, Alaire Abano with Connor from DBH. I used to RP this ship and still have a soft spot for it dfiondfv

[kwbeanie]

Fic Update : Blue and Red

Chapter 14/21 : Jericho

Summary:

Tormented by past memories, Kate Walker is a 26 y.o. DPD detective who keeps her suffering to herself, especially because her partner, Lieutenant Anderson, has his own demons to deal with. The facade slowly fades away when an android joins the two in the investigation and old wounds begin to heal...

“You didn’t answer any of my calls,” she said while Hank set off to the house along with Ben. “How did you find out about the homicide?”

“That plastic prick,” Hank replied, not looking back.

Raising an eyebrow, Kate watched them enter the house, leaving her perplexed in the rain.

“Detective Walker,” a voice called out from behind her.

Kate turned around but upon facing the android, she froze in place, her eyes wide open and her lips parted. For a split second, she thought someone else was standing in front of her, but that face came and went in a flash.

“My name is Connor, I’m the android sent by CyberLife,” Connor continued and Kate quickly pulled herself back together. “I’m here to assist you and Lieutenant Anderson in the investigation.”

[aylixrum]

i'm not so sure anymore