#convinseptember

[fire-obsessed]

♚ 3. My heart is cold ♚

Infuriating mutual pining but Connor being reset without either of them saying how they feel? Count me in 🤠

[nico-caspian]

Convin September 01. There Was A Garden

I don’t normally do month prompt lists, and if I do, I only do 1-2 days, but I plan on doing at least 4-5 for this uwu

How is Gavin in Connor’s zen garden? don’t question it.

[cosmic-potato-art]

Convinseptember prompt 05, The sun, the moon and all the stars ! ☀️🌙✨

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Posted it very late in the night on IG so I forgot to post it here X3

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Me trying to figure out how to draw Gavin's stubble be like : yep, not gonna draw it X3

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I know, I interchanged the sceptres X3

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1 am, casually fake singing with my stylus as if it was a microphone X3

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Me, having a lot of stuff to do : oooh so many good prompts in this prompt list ! And I want to draw Conviiin :"3

*Sketches ten of them* YEEES gonna draw all of thooose ! 😍

Sleep : are you kidding me. 😑

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Don't forget to sleep kids. 💕

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And pet your pets, I'm sure they're cute as, ehm. CUTE AS CUTIES. (I didn't want to swear TT)

[monchikyun]

XII. baby, it’s cold outside

The cold water does nothing to quiet his distressed heart, it only succeeds in putting him even more on edge, just as he is afraid it might. As his body slowly succumbs to the sweet feeling of numbness, he goes over the events of this night in his head, thinking whether he should just give in and let himself be selfish. As long as they're here, in a place far away from their everyday lives, what could stop them from enjoying a little harmless make-believe.

Except when his playmate is Connor, nothing is ever risk-free and safe. Gavin should lock himself in the bathroom till the morning, then drive them home and never talk to the android ever again, for both of their sakes. A plan that has more holes than a colander. First of all, he’s really fucking tired and a bed, no matter how uncomfortable, is something he’s physically unable to turn down. Besides, they are work partners, if nothing else, and he doesn’t want to entrust Connor to some stranger. Not that he’s worried the tin can won’t handle himself, it’s just… he got so used to having him around to help him with the stuff his stupid human brain isn’t equipped to carry out that he can’t even imagine being on his own. He’s never had a partner last this long, and frankly, it would be a shame to ruin their job-efficiency just because one of them can’t keep his mouth shut.

His very smart thoughts get interrupted by an uninvited cough, serving to make him aware of his partially clogged sinuses threatening to make the following days hell if continues treating himself like a war criminal. He has no choice but to cave in and turn the faucet handle the opposite way. No one fancies catching cold and Gavin isn’t an exception.

❄️ ❄️ ❄️

“Ahh phcking shower!” 

A scream coming from the bathroom halts Connor’s unnecessary tidying session, making his stress-level rise significantly. 

He runs to the door and knocks on it without letting his head construct any possible scenarios. Remaining calm is the priority.  

“Are you okay?” he yells through the sound of running water, ready to barge in if there is no reply. 

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine, just almost got boiled alive.” He rests his back against the wall as relief washes over him. There is a myriad of possible responses he’d like to use behind his closed eyes, but all he manages to say is a silent “Hurry up and come here.” 

The devil on his shoulder is enticing him to go and take a peek, the door isn’t locked after all... the main reason for which is the faith Gavin has in him. He knows Connor would never invade his privacy unless specifically asked, so he resumes dusting the empty closet. It’s important to make sure the environment here is best suitable for his human’s health, for he heard the cough coming from the next room. Nothing escapes his sensor, not even the fact that Gavin’s body is well on its path to a proper fever if someone doesn’t take care of him. The man himself is the least like to do just that, so it’s up to Connor to prevent him from getting sick. And if he fails, at least he’ll have an excuse to get close to his friend without it having the additional implications they like to avoid so much. 

After he’s done with cleaning the room, he changes into something resembling pyjamas, just so doesn’t carry around the dirt gathered by his usual clothes. It does provide a sense of comfort as well, and not only for him. Surely, Gavin would be pleased to see a more human-like behaviour from him. 

He sighs and sits upon a bed closer to the window, hugging his knees in need of grounding himself a bit. It’s snowing heavily behind the drawn curtain, he doesn’t have to see it to know.

 It goes together with the blizzard inside his mind, giving him the only other acceptable company.    

Connor doesn’t regret letting his affection show, he doesn’t wish to take it back, but it still doesn’t sit well with him. It feels like he’s done something terribly wrong, something that would destroy the slight bond between them. 

Nevertheless, he doesn’t let it bother him when Gavin emerges from the bathroom dressed only in thin sleepwear, his eyes tearing up as he yawns. Connor doesn’t waste the opportunity to annoy him and throws at him the ugly Christmas sweater he packed specifically for this reason. 

��What am I supposed to do with this?” the man stares at the thing incredulously, about to chuck it back where it came from. 

“You need something to keep you warm during the night.”

“Thanks, but no phcking way I’m wearing that.” But he doesn’t return it, instead, he casually lays the sweater on top of his bag and goes to turn off the light. 

Before he has the chance to argue, the detective buries himself under his blanket and whisper an almost inaudible “goodnight.” Connor detects him shivering, sees how he curls into a ball to gather the smallest amount of heat.  

That won’t do. He stands up from his own bed and slowly walks over to his cold friend, gently placing an extra blanket over him. Androids don’t usually perceive the effects of temperature, so it’s only fair Connor gives his to the detective. Doesn’t mean he has to tuck him in like a baby and wish him sweet dreams, but who ever will stop him. 

❄️ ❄️ ❄️

Gavin planned on staying up all night, savouring the rare moment of peace when Connor’s there with him but not too near to make him self-conscious. So, of course, he had to fall asleep as soon as the weight of a second blanket made him warm and cosy enough to sublime. 

He wakes up without remembering any of his dreams, which is for the best. His head doesn’t hurt like it normally does in the mornings and he even dares to think that he’s well-rested, which would be a first this year. Connor greets him with a cup of coffee in his hand and a bright smile on his face, which is the moment he decides he doesn’t ever want to leave this place. Or maybe just for a couple more days. 

“Good morning, Gavin.” No “detective” this time, huh. Perhaps he really will spend the rest of his life w̶i̶t̶h̶ ̶C̶o̶n̶n̶o̶r̶ here.  

“Mornin’,” he mumbles, too flustered to address him in any way. 

“I bought you breakfast. Your favourite.” 

“Coffee and aspirin?”  

“And croissants." Gavin has to hold himself back as not to say something stupid like 'I love you', so he just takes the offered items while muttering a quiet "thank you". 

"It has been snowing all night." 

He sips on the bitter hot delight while listening to Connor's heavenly voice, a scene belonging to his fantasies, yet a part of his current reality. 

"I don't think it's a good idea to even step outside, least drive. The temperature is too low, and the piled-up sn-" 

"Yeah, okay. We'll stay here until the weather clears up." That is definitely too eager of a reaction, but he had to get it out there before his self defense mechanism kicks in. 

He glances out of the window only to notice it has frozen over, limiting his view to the outside world. Still, the snowflakes dancing in the wind have a way of letting themselves be recognised, so Gavin sends them soundless gratitude and bites into the still-warm pastry. 

It’s not Christmas yet, but he already knows he won’t ever forget this year’s holiday, no matter where he ends up spending them. 

@a-convin-new-year 

[tonytoponi]

i sold my soul for this? - connor x gavin

Connor and Gavin go to a Halloween party together, Connor suffers with having a crush on an idiot.

(reblogging with link to the fic)

[convinseptember]

Темы Сентябрьского Конвина теперь доступны и на русском языке. 

Ставьте лайк, делитесь с подписчиками и участвуйте, если хотите. Мы с нетерпением ждём ваших работ!

[ao3feed-reed800]

#ConvinSeptember Event - Each day, one short story

by GavinsPlstcPrck

The collection of works I did for #ConvinSeptember on Twitter.

Each day a single short story, centered around the Convin Ship.

Words: 2340, Chapters: 6/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Gavin Reed

Relationships: Connor/Gavin Reed, Connor & Gavin Reed

Additional Tags: Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Light Angst, Sad and Happy

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/26318659

[ao3feed-connor]

#ConvinSeptember Event - Each day, one short story

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3328Ljx

by GavinsPlstcPrck

The collection of works I did for #ConvinSeptember on Twitter.

Each day a single short story, centered around the Convin Ship.

Words: 342, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Gavin Reed

Relationships: Connor/Gavin Reed, Connor & Gavin Reed

Additional Tags: Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Established Relationship, Married Couple, Old Married Couple

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3328Ljx

[fire-obsessed]

02. The pretty and the ugly parts. ❤️🗡️

I didn’t know how to do this one, I know there’s context but dont wanna fill the description :d

[faestorian]

And here it is! The official Convin September prompt list for the year 2020 is up!

Like, share and participate, if you so wish. I look forward to seeing all of you getting creative, may it be through art, fanfic, cosplay, edits or anything else! 

And of course, make sure to use the tag #convinseptember when sharing your work~ 

[fire-obsessed]

𓆰𓆸 01. There was a garden. 𓆸𓆰

I'll be posting these in all my accounts ggg so JIC, sorry if you see it 3 times :d

[nico-caspian]

03: My Heart Is Cold

@convinseptember

[cosmic-potato-art]

Convinseptember prompt 12, "Late night thoughts" ! 🥰

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I like to headcanon that Connor don't need to "sleep" (or whatever you prefer to call it) a lot every night, maybe only a couple hours to process his feelings or something, which leaves him with a lot of spare time to :

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Dance ! (I love this so much)(I think it stuck for good after I saw one of Rex Clypeus's comics ? 🤔)

Cook ? Or another hobby, like painting ? 🥰

Aaand why not think about your loved one(s) ? Here we got Connor thinking fondly about the moment Gavin introduced Popcake to him X3 (This cat was clearly overly happy to be held)(yes he was)(don't tell me otherwise I won't believe you X3)

Also I wanted to call the cat Cupcake but I wrote Pupcake sooo

He became... POPCAAAKE 🎉

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Also I can't, Gavin's eyes look too cute

Yea I'm the one who drew them, and ? 😆

I kept getting distracted while drawing

Because

Ahhh cute 😭

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Spent like 4:30-5 hours on this, I don't regret it :3

Although I certainly could have made it look more finished with some sort of colors in the background or something ? If you have a suggestion, don't hesitate to tell me ! 🥰

I headcanon that Gavin likes both cats and dogs but he prefers having a cat for practical reasons ���� (or maybe two cats. Or three. Who knows ? :3)

(Yes, you can have doubts on my ability to draw hands. I can draw hands, but I never do it, and when I do it, I fail XD)

(nah but this is actually one of the ways I like to draw hands, not just because I'm cheating XD)

💕💕💕

[cosmic-potato-art]

9th Convinseptember prompt, "Voices in my head" !

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Gotta say I had a lot of very angsty ideas about this one... Glad I did a fluffy one instead 😆

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I tried not to last too long on this one but it still took me more than three hours 🤔 I'm confused 😅

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So yeah androids don't need a cellphone to call someone so they hear the voices in their head, YUP that's all that's about

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I really tried to draw Gavin's stubble XD

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I am 100% with Connor recording a lot of stuff concerning his s/o, no matter the pairing 🥰

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#androidsdontneedaceelphone

#idontneedsleep

#nojokeido DON'T FORGET TO SLEEP GUYZ

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I'm feeling so bad about having long descriptions on Tumblr 😭 I keep cropping them :/ I mean it's annoying when scrolling someone's gallery if the descriptions :(

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Also

DUNSPARCE BEST POKÉMON HAVE A GOOD DAY 💕

[tonytoponi]

breathing through corrupted lungs - connor x gavin | human au / fake dating au

After his break up with his girlfriend, Connor is terrified to come home to his family during Christmas without someone to use as a buffer between him and his manipulative and conservative family. It's easy to convince Gavin to come with him, but it isn't going to be easy to get through the days that follow.

[cw: abuse, suicidal thoughts, homophobia] reblogging with link to fic!

[monchikyun]

07. No turning back

“I have to be honest with you, Gavin. It’s only fair.”

When Connor dropped the dead weight of “we need to talk” at him, it was bad enough as it was. This frightening opener just managed to make it even worse, not that he thought it would be possible.

Gavin doesn’t see one valid reason to doubt the thing they built together. He has never worked so hard at anything, never sacrificed so much. And it was worth it, since every single piece of himself he had given away came back to him, fixed and improved. He can’t remember ever feeling so alive. This improbable happiness is so out of character his past self would probably denounce him. But it’s okay because he mostly feels it just so he can have something substantial on offer for the one and only android who managed to crack his rigid shell. There is a bit of selfishness in it too, naturally. It’s just that the more content Connor is, the brighter his world becomes. One and the same thing, really. 

He tries to dig up something he did that might break them, but nothing comes out, despite his imperfect personality and all their insignificant fights. Maybe it’s been long enough for Connor and he wants to get out, it wouldn’t be that unbelievable. At the end of the day, Gavin is not the ideal person to care about, he would probably never be. It just took the android a while to figure that terrible truth out.

He can still taste the oatmeal cookies Connor made for him this afternoon - his favourite kind and the dread overwhelms him through and through. Was it meant as a consolation? 

It surely doesn’t make the pain in his heart any less severe. Maybe he should have shown the silly bot how much he means to Gavin. More often. 

“I don’t think I’m happy here.” … as in their relationship, right? The only thing missing in this horror-scenario is a bullet in his head. He’d like to take it right about now.

Connor must have noticed the treacherous tears promising to spill over were he to utterly lose control, because he’s holding his face in his hands like he’s not about to aim the ultimate blow to his fragile heart.

“Gavin. Look at me.” Predictably, his control betrays him when their eyes meet, his weakness on display for everyone to feast on. But he doesn’t care, Connor has earned the privilege to witness him in all his forms.

“I don’t mean us. You’re one of the best things that have ever happened to me and I can’t… imagine my life without you anymore.”

If Connor wanted him to stop crying, he failed spectacularly. It has only been a year since they crossed the threshold od friendship and something more, but to him, it seems like an eternity ago. He blocks out the empty years he just barely survived before his life took a definite shape and it works, most of the times. He wouldn’t even think of going there when he’s enveloped by the person who made him into something much less ugly.

It took a couple of soft kisses before he was ready to listen again.

“I want to leave.” Connor grasps his hand to remind him that it isn’t his fault. Gavin is still scared, a little.  

“It’s just… lately I can’t stand my job, it’s driving me mad how much I hate looking at all the dead bodies and that other general… unpleasantness that’s all around us. I’m sick of the city itself. Can’t stay here anymore.”

His brain is trying to process this new information, showing no signs of a positive conclusion.

“So… that means you wanna move somewhere else?”

He gets a nod.

It should make him feel all complicated and hesitant, but the truth is he’s kind of relieved to hear this. This city bears too many bad memories, for both of them, and there is nothing really keeping him here. Sure, he does love his job, but he loves Connor even more. It’s not all that smart but he’d follow the stupid, brilliant lump anywhere. Even to his death.  

“Okay.”

It doesn’t need to be tricky. They had their fair share of difficulties already and this is one decision that has presented itself without effort.

“Okay?”

He plants a gentle kiss on the back of Connor’s fingers to let him know he means it.

“When and are we leaving?.... You do want me to go with you, right?”

“Yes, I don’t think I’d have the courage to do something this big otherwise.”

The android squeezes his eyes shut, his LED turning crimson. Gavin’s least favourite sight.

“But… are you really sure? You don’t have to decide right away, Gavin. It’s not a trivial thing like choosing where to spend the night.”

He presses his thumb on the flashing light and draws soothing circles over it, willing the red to go away.

“Well, maybe we won’t have to do that anymore when we move…” Suddenly, his cheeks mirror Connor’s LED. “I mean, it would probably be the smartest way to deal with the rent and…”

“I thought that was given?” What a fucking menace. He’d kiss him and there is absolutely nothing stopping him.

“What about Hank though?” If there ever was a father figure Connor could look up (or down) to, it is none other than the lieutenant who recently claimed the title of a recovered alcoholic.

“I’ve already talked to him about it. He understands, under the pressure of becoming unlikable, but still. …  and it’s not like we won’t ever be able to set a foot in Detroit after we say our goodbyes.”

Connor’s right, as always. They are long overdue for some fresh air, and why return to the poisonous fumes when they could breathe freely forever.

Gavin can’t help the ridiculous smile that’s spreading everywhere, infecting his loved one. 

“You plan on opening your own bakery or something like that?” 

“Something like that.

Sweets making is one of Connor’s many secret talents, the one he enjoys utilising the most. He spoils Gavin with his homemade treats any chance he gets and he can’t get enough of the sugary smile that comes with it.

If it’s Connor’s dream to leave his old life behind and create a new from scratch, the only thing he can do is to fully support him.

“You have to promise me something though.” Gavin’s voice gains a kind of urgency that clues in just how serious he’s right now.

“No turning back on this. Don’t make anything stop you from getting what you truly want. I mean it, Connor.”

“Alright. No turning back,” he whispers like he’s sharing his deepest secret, and Gavin finds it impossible not to believe him. 

@convinseptember finally something light :D