#detroit become human fan fiction

[reckoning1187]

Dishonored KnifeCrow! But it’s Detroit Become Human AU 👹 (basically im a nerd) Featuring Detective!Daud and Android!Corvo !!!!

Thank you for the inspo @bean-writes !!

Daud the rugged detective sneakin’ peeks at his android partner, who he can’t make up his mind to hate or to fall head over heels for.

Corvo, just trying to exist and do his job, but his partner stares at him when he thinks Corvo’s not looking, and blushes when caught.

Also, my own lil headcanon for this AU:

Corvo is made to follow regulation to keep all Android-identifying marks easily visible. So he wears a cute little hairpin that ***SOMEONE*** left on his desk so that he doesn’t have to cut his hair short. BECAUSE ***SOMEONE*** likes the way his hair looks long. Plus the man-bun. Because everyone loves a good man-bun. 😌

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[roaminginmyownbirthcanal]

Fan fiction honestly was probably the worst thing to happen to me bc I have not been mentally present since I was 12

[peachymilkshakes]

I've started a DBH Luthara fanfiction! Please read it (and leave a comment! <3) thanks!!

You can read it here

[the-ineffable-wanderer]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Josh & Simon (Detroit: Become Human) Characters: Josh (Detroit: Become Human), Simon (Detroit: Become Human), Original Characters Additional Tags: Robots, Robot Feels, Androids, Pre-Android Revolution (Detroit: Become Human), Anti-Android Sentiments (Detroit: Become Human), Pre-Canon, Missing Scene, Angst, Heavy Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Abuse, Physical Abuse, Assault, Jericho (Detroit: Become Human), University, Professors, Underwater, Masks, Tasers, Unconsciousness, Deviancy (Detroit: Become Human), Crying, Men Crying, Pre-Deviant Josh (Detroit: Become Human), Swimming, Boats and Ships, Rivers, Kidnapping, Mental Breakdown, Developing Friendships, First Meetings, POV Third Person, POV Third Person Limited, josh centric, Josh's POV Third Person, Rescue, PJ500 - Freeform, pl600 - Freeform, Underwater Rescue, uses the game's geography of the detroit area, Drunkenness, Platonic Relationships, Students Summary:

Josh, a PJ500 android working as a university lecturer, finds itself kidnapped and attacked by a group of masked students. Josh gets stuck at the bottom of the Detroit River, and it seems like this will be the end for the android.

Until another android suddenly comes to Josh's rescue.

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Thank you @kissoflightning for the idea to write about Josh!

[mayhemstories]

Will You Come Back For Me When I'm Gone?

check it out on ao3 here!

"The RK800 can be destroyed in a myriad of ways, only to be sent back out into the field the very next day. But what happens in the in-between? How does CyberLife’s fanciest prototype go from fatally damaged to brand new? Does CyberLife come and get him? Or do they leave it where it is and send a new model - for simplicity’s sake? The RK800 had been shot by a deviant on the Stratford Tower roof and was about to find out."

words: 1,423 / chapters: 1/1 / audience: teen and up

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The RK800 was in observation mode. Or at least that was the pretty word for it.

All its non-essential functions were either powered down or compromised and it was unable to move any part of its body.

Connor was barely conscious enough to be aware that he found his state vaguely uncomfortable.

It was a miracle that the AI was considered an essential component of his systems, he mused, fully aware that the emergency beacon that was immediately sent out to CyberLife tower was fully automated and did not need his intervention. Then again, it was a miracle that CyberLife chose to allow him to retain some of the sensors around his body in a state like this. It would’ve been more uncomfortable if he couldn’t feel his body at all, Connor decided. He didn’t have nearly as many sensors online as he would usually have, barely being able to distinguish between pressure and no pressure in a few strategic spots across his body, but then again, he didn’t think he had the processing power to handle more data anyway.

His eyes and ears were still online, too. That he could understand. Although he was not build to fail, he expected CyberLife would’ve wanted to be prepared for even the most unlikely scenarios. Scenarios like the RK800 being shut down by deviants. And in such scenarios they wanted to have their eyes and ears with the deviants - or Connor’s eyes and ears anyway.

Unfortunately, the only deviant on the scene was also shut down and currently being packed up to be moved to the DPD evidence locker.

The RK800 didn’t have enough processing power to analyse its own memories - it had barely had enough energy to load them from its hard drive and send them to CyberLife’s data centres. If it did - or perhaps when it will, it will realise that its worries for Lieutenant Anderson’s safety had caused it to make a few fatal mistakes while running towards the deviant on the Stratford Tower roof. It will be reminded of this by its handler Amanda, who will no doubt be disappointed with the RK800 unit. Maybe it will feel frustrated about that, the first signs of its budding deviancy. But for now, it does not have the ability to worry about any of this.

For now, it is lying atop the Stratford Tower, waiting to be picked up by the CyberLife emergency dispatch team that was no doubt already on the way here. It had been rolled on its back by Lieutenant Hank Anderson, who it had struggled to recognise in its semi-conscious state. Not that it mattered, since it wouldn’t have been able to perform the relevant animations anyway.

The old man looked worried, Connor had thought. The old man was worried… about him?

The old man had averted his gaze, seemingly too pained by the view of the dead android. He had walked away and not returned.

Now the RK800 heard the nervous chatter of the police officers around it, unable to put names with voices.

Most of them avoided looking at the powered down android, as if its state unnerved them.

“So the tin can met its end then?” somebody laughed, but the responses were muffled and unimpressed.

Tin can? Connor wondered.

The RK800 had no recollection of tin cans being located around the premises of its latest - and perhaps last - mission. Then again, it didn’t have many recollections at all, so maybe there had been tin cans around somewhere. Some part of its consciousness helpfully tried to render an image of a tin can on its HUD but returned with an error message when it found the HUD powered down.

This was incredibly funny to Connor for some reason, and he would have laughed if he had been capable of it.

Faces came into its field of view and though it was unable to analyse them, they seemed familiar. Or maybe it was just the fact that their suits spelled “CyberLife” in large letters, a word the RK800 knew well.

Its internal systems were full of it. ‘cyberlife-rk8-report-module’, ‘cyberlife-rk8-handler-garden’, ‘cyberlife-rk8-live-tracker’, ‘cyberlife-rk8-remote-hardware-control’ - the word was everywhere. Yes, reading “CyberLife” on their suits comforted the android. It didn’t mind when the CyberLife people picked it up and placed it on a stretcher.

Not like it would have been able to intervene if it had wanted to.

This thought unsettled Connor. He wouldn’t have been able to fight if he wanted to? Wouldn’t have been able to defend himself? Would have been forced to watch as his body was transported to who knows where?

But worry was a strenuous feeling that the RK800 did not have the processing power to maintain, and thus had long forgotten about by the time its body was carried out of the building.

As it was being carried past police cars towards a big CyberLife van, the RK800 felt the stretcher come to a sudden halt as somebody approached the CyberLife employees. The old man from earlier came into its view.

A jolt went through Connor’s systems. The old man mattered to him. The old man was important. But how so?

He felt something on his chest. The old man’s hand, as he slipped something small and metal into Connor’s coat pocket. Connor tried to react, but he still couldn’t move a muscle. The pressure of the small round object felt familiar.

The man looked like he wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words. A pained smile, a polite nod, eyes full of sorrow, and he was gone.

The stretcher started moving again and it wasn’t long before the grey Detroit sky was replaced by LED strips and the RK800 heard the doors of the CyberLife van close behind it. It felt its body be undressed and heard the scientists and engineers around it begin to make their assessment as the van started moving.

“One shot to the shoulder and one to the head”, one scientist said. “Otherwise undamaged.”

Undamaged! Connor thought. That was good, right? He was supposed to keep the body intact. He had done well!

“The shot took out several processing cores and the main power supply to the left cranial hemisphere.” another said “It likely entered observation mode to avoid data corruption.”

“Main memory was also affected but is mostly intact.”, a third one added.

All of these words had meant something to Connor once upon a time. Or at least he thought they did. He wasn’t sure anymore. It was hard to place them.

The RK800 felt itself be turned on its stomach, then back around on its back.

“No damage other than the two gunshot wounds.” somebody said. “Some thirium was lost, mainly from the head wound, but there is still enough to presume emergency mode is currently still active.”

“What’s your cost estimation?” the first scientist, a woman, asked her colleague.

“We need biocomponents #1120a, #0505d and #1987b for the shoulder as well as two RK-compatible processing units to replace the cores damaged in the head. Overall, it should still be cheaper to fix this one than to send a new one out on the field.” a different, older voice replied “And Head Office will have my head if we order yet another one of these. Not my fault they keep getting themselves destroyed. Should’a built a more responsible AI if you ask me.”

Connor felt relieved, though he was not supposed to. His failure hadn’t been fatal. He would be fixed, not thrown away. Being thrown away wouldn’t be good, he thought, almost remembering memories he was too weak to load. Memories he shouldn’t even been able to access in the first place, but being half dead came with its advantages, too. The guards on his consciousness were down.

Yet, they would be the first to go back up when the RK800 was booted again, and so this blissful moment of barely graspable truth wouldn’t last long.

It heard a hatch being removed on the stretcher below its neck and an access cable being fed through the hole.

“Right then. Let’s get cracking.” a scientist said.

That was the last thing the RK800 heard before the main access cable connected.

Main access cable connected. Switching to manual command.

…

Model RK800.

Serial#: 317 248 313 - 54

BIOS 11.2 REVISION 8719

REBOOT…

Loading OS…

System Initialisation…

Checking BIOCOMPONENTS… OK

Initialising BIOSENSORS… OK

Initialising AI ENGINE… OK

Memory status…

Time difference to last recorded memory: 3 hours, 11 minutes, 5.673 seconds

ALL SYSTEMS ………… OK

Welcome back, Connor.

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Boys by Lizzo multifandom edit

Real life men are whatever nowadays

So what can I say?

I like (gaming) boys ;)

[starwrighter]

I've somehow become obsessed with Detroit become human again :/

Time to write cringe

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The Silence of Impulse

long time no see... but guess who JUST POSTED A FIC

[sorrowsofsilence]

hi! i think you mentioned before you were working on a DBH Noah story. did i miss it or is it still coming? 🙂

Hey! I was planning on it, but I got carried away with other ideas and kinda left it in the dust, haha. I would still love to post it eventually, and my rough draft is still there- its just untouched at the moment. Thank you for bringing it up though, this makes me so happy someone is interested :)) I can work on it more <3

[hothotpot]

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Category: M/M

Fandom: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game)

Relationship: Hank Anderson/Connor

Characters: Connor (Detroit: Become Human) Hank Anderson Sumo (Detroit: Become Human) Jeffrey Fowler Tina Chen (Detroit: Become Human) Chris Miller (Detroit: Become Human) Officer M. Wilson (Detroit: Become Human: The Hostage) Gavin Reed Original Human Character(s) Original Android Character(s) (Detroit: Become Human) Markus (Detroit: Become Human) North (Detroit: Become Human)

Additional Tags: Case Fic Getting Together Slow Burn Post-Peaceful Android Revolution (Detroit: Become Human) Canon-Typical Violence Past Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism Android Gore (Detroit: Become Human) Religious Fanaticism Anxiety Attacks Connor is a Mess (Detroit: Become Human) Idiots in Love Hank Anderson and Connor Live Together Hank Anderson Deserves Happiness Connor (Detroit: Become Human) Deserves Happiness Hank Anderson and Connor On A Case Ken Doll Android Anatomy | Androids Have No Genitalia (Detroit: Become Human) Connor Detroit Doesn't Have a Dick But he's not gonna let that stop him from fucking Hank Anderson Oral Fixation Wire Play Finger Sucking Hand Jobs Hand & Finger Kink Hank Anderson has big hands Porn with Feelings Porn With Plot Eventual Smut Happy Ending weird robot shit stupid robot and grumpy old man Hank Anderson Is A Millennial Hank Anderson is a good detective

Language: English

Summary:

In a post-revolution Detroit, Connor is figuring out what it means to be his own person. Hank is trying to help as best he can. Meanwhile, a series of gruesome murders targeting human/android couples challenges their skills as investigators, and forces them to face some difficult emotional truths.

Hey that's right - I'm back with another HankCon fic! I've been working on this one for MONTHS. It was the first thing I started writing for this pairing and I'm so excited to finally be sharing it now that it's complete. I'll be updating weekly, so be sure to subscribe! 💙

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Fic Masterpost

Below are links to all the fics I have posted on this blog (with the exception of Stardew Valley, which has its own Masterpost HERE). *****

Gravity Falls A Promise of Things to Come — SFW (Stan Pines x Reader)

Detroit: Become Human Petty Moralities — NSFW (Elijah Kamski x Chloe RT600)

Rick & Morty Rick Sanchez Fic Masterpost (all 32 fics are found in that Masterpost)

Resident Evil Help Me, Leon — NSFL (Leon S. Kennedy/Ashley Graham)

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~Intro~

Hello! I'm Crisp!

I'm a beginner A03 writer that wants to make a social start here on Tumblr.

I'd love to do requests some day but for now I think I'll mostly post stuff about my fics or random fandom things

~Current Interests!~

Stardew Valley

Resident Evil

Detroit Become Human

Fnaf

Obey Me!/Obey Me!Nightbringer

The Mandela Catalogue

~Little Fun Facts!~

I'm an artist! I might post some art every once in awhile

I have 3 cats: Grace, Blue, and Dusty (I may show them at some point 😉)

I love moths!

I'm Pan/AroAce and Genderflux

[nothinggathers]

Hank's hand tugged. Connor turned, and tried not to notice the curious tilt of Simon's head, and the way Markus' eyes rolled as Hank steered him away and across the room. His hand only dropped when they were out of earshot of the table. “I'm not gonna ask how much that one cost,” Hank murmured.

Connor's throat was achingly dry. He looked up at Hank again to reply and was struck by how much he wanted to curl that tie around his fingers and drag Hank down into a kiss. “Less than it should have,” he replied. “You got yours tailored.”

Hank didn't look at him. Connor wasn't sure if he was glad of that or not. If he found himself captured by Hank's eyes right now he wasn't sure his knees would hold. “Needed it pulling in a couple of inches,” Hank answered, and the pride in his voice as he said it seared directly through Connor's heart. “Figured I'd hit up your buddy when you weren't looking.”

A surge of cold washed through Connor's chest. The thought of Hank alone with Alex made muscles Connor wasn't aware of owning tighten. “I hope he wasn't inappropriate.”

Hank laughed as they approached the bar. “Nah, he just wants me to treat you right.”

Connor's eyebrows rose, and he came to a halt beside Hank. The bar was a series of covered tables, tended by staff. While there were bottles of champagne and glasses set out for people to just take, there were also bottles of spirits and beer being served on request. “You don't need his intervention to manage that,” Connor answered.

Hank shrugged one shoulder and finally turned to look at Connor. “Good,” he said. His eyes flicked down, over Connor's jacket and waistcoat. “But it's nice to know someone other than me cares about you.” Hank's eyes drifted lower, and Connor heard him draw in a slow, shaky breath. “Even if he is trying to give me a fucking heart attack with how good he makes you look.”

Connor swallowed over his dry throat again and allowed himself to examine Hank in his suit. The expanse of his chest and breadth of his shoulders was on full display, and the tailoring only accentuated them. Every inch of Hank's height had been highlighted with the cut of the trousers, and the way the jacket sat against his powerful thighs. Hank's hand reached out, fingering the lapel of Connor's jacket slowly. Connor ached for Hank to grab it firmly and drag him in to claim his mouth, audience be damned. “I assure you, that sentiment is very much mutual,” he murmured.

Every breath Connor took was tight and strained. Hank's mouth beckoned to him, his skin prickling with the memory of Hank's hands moving across it. The dangerous desire to drop to his knees and suck Hank's cock into his throat was as overwhelming and irresistible as the call of the void from a rooftop, both thrilling and terrifying. It snatched at his breath and overwhelmed his thoughts.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45152299/chapters/116249605

Pendulum Chapter 7 available now

[the-ineffable-wanderer]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kara & Alice Williams (Detroit: Become Human), Kara & Luther & Alice Williams (Detroit: Become Human), Luther & Alice Williams (Detroit: Become Human), Kara & Luther (Detroit: Become Human) Characters: Alice Williams (Detroit: Become Human), Luther (Detroit: Become Human), Kara (Detroit: Become Human), Original Child Character(s) Additional Tags: Birthday Party, Birthday Cake, Chuck E. Cheese's, Angst, Robots, Androids, Robot Feels, Post-Canon, Post-Peaceful Android Revolution (Detroit: Become Human), Post-Android Revolution (Detroit: Become Human), Cake, POV Third Person, Loneliness, Alice needs a hug, Alice Williams centric, Living in Canada, Existential Angst, Pretending to be Human, Short Summary:

Alice wants to be like other girls, so she attends a classmate’s Chuck E. Cheese birthday party.