#gavin decides to invite connor and nines the next year after all 4 of them become a thing

[puppy-stevee]

a preview of this little plot bunny that's been living in my brain rent free for months

Gavin's still in his workboots and he hasn't washed his hands and there's a radio on a stool playing a slow song Hank doesn't know, but he doesn't care. When the other is close enough, Hank tugs on his belt loops with a quiet "C'mere, country boy," and Gavin grins, letting himself be pulled into his lover's arms, his right hand in Hank's and his head on Hank's shoulder as they sway.

Like a rainy Sunday morning makes me want to stay in bed

Twisted up all day long

You're my inspiration, girl you take me places

Put the words right into these songs

Gavin closes his eyes and thinks about the past couple weeks, how nervous he was about bringing Hank out here and almost never inviting him at all. "Nobody is unwelcome in this house, you hear me?" he remembers his mama telling him as a kid, "You step through that door, you've got a seat at this table." He wasn't sure how mama'd take to him bringing home a man close to twice his age, but she took it in stride and gave Hank the same respect you gave the pastor.

You took all my rough around the edges

Never let it ruffle up your feathers, angel

Yeah I'm down for life, you got me wrapped around your finger

And I like it just in case you can't tell

For all the shitty things Gavin has done these past few years, being an asshole to everyone around him, treating Connor and Nines like shit and dumping his insecurities on them, Hank's been nothing short of a living saint with the patience of an angel. He doesn't deserve it. He doesn't deserve any of the love Hank Anderson gives him.

He lets out a breath and turns his face into Hank's neck. Hank hugs him closer and presses a kiss to Gavin's temple. "What're you thinkin' about, baby?"

Gavin thinks of lazy mornings on their days off, waking up beside each other and trading sleepy kisses and quiet words until Sumo nudges through the door demanding cuddles and breakfast. Big Cheese delicately jumping onto Hank's side of the bed and rubbing her snotty nose all over his arm and purring loudly until he begrudgingly gives in and scratches the top of her head. Hank making breakfast while Gavin, still not fully awake, stays tucked into his side, held in place by a thick arm with a fresh tattoo.

Gavin shakes his head slightly and kisses Hank's whiskery jaw. "You," his voice is quiet, "about how you've been so fucking great this entire time and how I've always been an ass to you and Connor and Nines and everyone else since the day you met me and I'm still waiting for you to say you don't want this anymore."

Hank scoffs and opens his mouth to reply, but Gavin cuts him off. The song crescendos and he feels his chest tighten and his eyes burn. They stop swaying and Gavin moves to place his hands on Hank's chest. He takes a deep, shaky breath.

Stealing kisses under cover, babe

See forever when I see your face

And I swear God made you for me

"About how, despite all that, I wanna spend the rest of my life with you."

Hank doesn't say anything. Jason Aldean continues to croon quietly in the background until the song fades into a more upbeat tune and Gavin feels like he's gonna throw up. What if Hank doesn't feel the same? Marriage is serious and what if he doesn't want to live that life again?

His throat closes up and he's about to apologize when he feels a finger under his chin and lips being pressed so softly against his. Gavin sighs into the kiss and pushes up on his toes to wrap his arms around Hank's neck. Hank pulls away too soon for Gavin's liking, causing the younger man to pout.

"You sure you wanna spend that long with an old bastard like me?" Hank strokes Gavin's cheek with his thumb and Gavin leans into it, putting his hand on top of Hank's and giving him a cheeky smile.

"We've already got three years down, what's forty more?"

Hank grins back and slides his hands down to the backs of Gavin's thighs, easily lifting him up. Gavin laughs and wraps his legs around Hank's waist as he's being carried through the front door of the tiny house they've called home for the past two weeks, the radio still playing low into the night.

[asset35-maya]

HEAT WAVES

Short series written as part of the DBH LATE SUMMER PROMPT CHALLENGE

@connor-sent-by-cyberlife

[PART 6/7: ICE CUBES]

(Read Parts 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 and 5 first!)

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Ice cubes clinked as Hank swirled the dark liquid in his glass around. He wasn’t supposed to be drinking, but like… how could he not? It was the Fourth of July and everyone who meant anything to him was right by his side.

It was a night of relaxation, of festivity, of celebration. And for the first time in a long while, Hank was filled with an overwhelming sense of calm. Life was good. So good that he had to pour himself a little Jack Daniels… buuuut not good enough to do so without drawing worried glares from his adopted sons.

So Hank dragged a deck chair to the very edge of his garden… under the cover of foliage… out of sight… and hopefully out of mind while the fireworks burst overhead.

Hank couldn’t see much of the sky, but it wasn’t like he really wanted to look at it. He leaned back leisurely against the canvas fabric and scanned the crowd. A sea of people he’d have never imagined welcoming to his home with open arms.

Humans and androids. Androids and humans. Who would have thought any of this would be possible just a couple of years ago? Organic beings and artificial life. Newfound friends and family. Renewed hopes and dreams and different kinds of love.

Hank shook his head in wonder. He’d been so worried about the kind of world he was bringing Cole into… but it turned out just fine. If only his little boy was around to see it. Hank blinked back tears and lifted the glass to his lips.

Before he could take a swig, he was distracted by a burst of laughter from the porch. Jeffrey and Jessica Fowler were up to their usual party antics. Twenty-five years together had led to a well-formed habit of roasting each other for everyone’s entertainment. Hank couldn’t hear what was being said, but a smile crossed his face nevertheless. Marriage goals.

He let his gaze wander... and fall upon Chris and his wife at the periphery of the lawn. Unlike others, they weren’t staring upwards impatiently or yelling for someone to go check the fuses. They stood facing each other, locked in a stolen moment of quiet intimacy. Hank knew it wasn’t often that they got a chance to just be. To spend time, however briefly, as a couple... away from the responsibilities of life and work and kids. 

There was a series of small flashes and booms... and the Millers leaned into each other as the fireworks began. Hank’s heart swelled with joy for his protégé. He set the glass of whiskey down on the grass and stretched luxuriously in his chair, now looking for his own brats among the crowd. 

He easily spotted Nines and Gavin. Each husband held a child in his arms, providing a nice vantage point for the little one to watch the colors painting the night sky. Gavin had one on his shoulders too. Hank watched proudly as the couple handled the shrieking children with expertise, bouncing them up and down, pointing in the right directions. 

Gavin nudged Nines’ shoulder with his own and received a playful shove back. There was an unhurried ease to their interactions. They weren’t chasing any kind of romance.

Sure they had their disagreements (the stuffy studio apartment was the most recent one Hank was aware of)... but they were on a path of utmost stability. Sure Gavin could still be hot-headed at times... and Nines could be too high-handed in his manner... but a vision of rosy-cheeked grandchildren flooded the grizzled Lieutenant’s mind just then.

The next couple he saw... still starting out with their relationship... still in that rather silly honeymoon phase... was Connor and Tina. They weren’t watching the fireworks... and were doing something distinctly not family friendly. Luckily, none of the little kids were looking. Hank had absolutely not expected to see this degree of passion from Connor.

The RK800 had been through a lot. He’d done a lot and contributed a lot... to the department, to society, to androidkind and the whole damn world. He’d seen a lot too. The best and worst of people. Hank was unsurprised that he remained unattached even two years after the android revolution. He would have understood if Connor wished to stay that way... but was glad there was now something flourishing with Tina Chen, the unassuming and hardworking girl-next-door. It was an unusual match, but made perfect sense in hindsight. 

Hank wasn’t a prude by any standards, but as a father, even he had to avert his eyes when Connor pushed Tina against the back wall of the house and wedged a thigh between her legs. Cheeks aflame, the Lieutenant decided to turn his attention to the fireworks. He leaned forward in his seat and peered up at the sliver of glittering sky visible through the tree branches. 

He blinked as he noticed a pair of men sitting on his roof. This was why he didn’t usually invite his rowdy colleagues over. Give an inch, they’d take a mile. Hank started to rise to his feet to tell the offenders off but fell back with a gasp as he recognized them. Sixty was prone to such behavior, but Captain Allen? 

They were sitting extremely close to each other... looking up at the pyrotechnics but not at each other... not touching, but definitely talking. Hank had no idea what could be happening... well actually, maybe he did, given the number of seemingly-innocent questions Allen kept asking about Sixty over the course of the evening. The tension between the SWAT heroes was palpable even from where Hank sat under the tree.

The fireworks reached a crescendo. The colorful glow grew brighter and the sounds intensified. Hank watched with bated breath as Allen put a hand on Sixty’s thigh... made the android face him fully... slowly leaned forwards... and kissed him tentatively. Sixty took a moment to unfreeze... and reciprocated.

Hank couldn’t help but pump his fist with pride as waves of emotion washed over him. He felt higher than he had in years despite his current state of sobriety. For all the terrible shit he’d done in life... his sons would make up for it with the big love they had to share with the world. 

The fireworks wound down and everyone began to return to reality. Before anyone could notice, Hank quickly stuck two fingers in his glass to trap the ice cubes... and poured the alcohol onto the ground. 

Footsteps approached. Hank pretended to not notice, making a show of retrieving the ice cubes from the glass and pressing them to his heated eyelids. He sighed in exaggerated relief... murmuring about the weather in the exact same way he’d seen his grandparents complain when he was a child. Hopefully the act would suffice. 

“Dad?” 

It was Nines, carrying a colleague’s baby. For all his superior surveillance programming, he seemed unable to locate the parent among the gradually receding cookout crowd. 

“You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. Just the heat. Can’t take it like I used to...” 

Nines obviously saw right through his father. He glanced at the wet patch on the ground and his LED spun yellow, no doubt scanning the alcohol content. He refrained from commenting though. 

“Dad, it’s late and there’s a lot to clean up over here. Mind if Gavin and I help and stay over?” 

Hank hoped the multiple layers of appreciation showed in his answering smile. 

“Of course, kid.” 

[iatasbcl]

You Were Born

Pairing: Deviant!Connor x Reader

Summary: It’s Connor’s birthday and the two of you take a trip down memory lane.

A/N: I didn’t feel motivated enough to write on the 15th so here is a late birthday fic for my boy!! Prepare yourself for some tooth-rooting fluff and shitty references, Enjoy!

W.C: 2K? I think

Monday, August 15, 2039

The first thing Connor noticed was how abnormal the silence surrounding the Andersson household was. His home wasn’t one known for quietness nor peacefulness, it disconcerted him how he couldn’t even hear Sumo’s familiar barking that he heard every time he came back from work. The lights were out too.

The atmosphere sent him spiraling into the worst possibilities, was everyone attacked? Were you hurt?

The thoughts terrified him, but he moved towards the door nonetheless, he knocked once, twice, thrice. He touched the doorknob and it turned with ease, the door let out long creaks as he tried his best to look in the dark, he, unfortunately, was not equipped with night-vision optical units.

Something was wrong, something was wrong, something was wrong —

“Surprise!”

As soon as the word hit him, the lights were on and his eyes immediately adjusted. The inner decor was covered with birthday decorations, a big ‘HAPPY ACTIVATIᵛᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿ ��ᵃʸ’ sign hung between the living room and the kitchen. It was your font; you probably didn’t take the size of the banner into account.

Most of the people he knew were there; Hank, Sumo, Nines, his friends from Jericho, and even Gavin. And you, who was smiling at him with the adorable smile he loved so much.

You closed in on him and pulled him into a tight hug, your lips pecked his cheek and you whispered, “Happy birthday.” Into his ear.

—

The party wasn’t over the top, as most of the people here were exhausted from another tiring Monday.

“It was ____’s idea.” Said Hank with some blue whipped cream covering his mustache, “They managed to gather everyone today, took a whole lot of convincing bring that rat-man.” Connor now knew that was Gavin’s nickname.

He appreciated it, you gathered everyone he loved in one room for him on a weekday, nonetheless. You and Hank made him cake shaped like a cartoonish robot with blue frosting, it was a bit messy, but it looked perfect to him. He appreciated the sentiment behind it even though he couldn’t taste it.

—

“Then I yelled ‘Fuck da police’” Said a weirdly drunk Gavin, Connor wondered where he got enough booze to become this intoxicated. He locked everything away for Hank’s sake.

“Detective, you work for the police.” Was Nines’ coolly response.

“Yeah… Fuck ‘em.”

“Nice,” You interjected, taking a sip of your drink “So, you’re saying where you were 15 you stole a car, crashed it, stole another car and yelled ‘fuck da police’ in the face of the office that was arresting you?”

“Yeah… it was awesome” He slurred.

“I feel like I should be surprised but I’m not.” You nodded to yourself.

—

“Hey, Markus?” Connor noticed the alcohol in your body slightly increased as you swayed next to him, “Is it true? Is Warren an android?”

Markus blinked at your sudden question; Connor gave him an apologetic smile.

“I can’t confirm nor deny that.” He chuckled.

“That’s a yes, Gavin you own me 20 dollars.” You ran to where the said man was.

—

Everyone had left as it got late, Nines accompanied Gavin to his home, Markus and the rest of Jericho went to the airport to catch their flight and a rather tired Hank retreated to his room.

It was just the two of you know, he did what you advised him to do if you slipped and drank too much. He made you coffee and gave you water, it didn’t take that long for you to begin to sober up.

“I am dating a one-year-old.” You muttered to yourself, sobering you liked questioning your life choices.

“I am technically designed to be in my late twenties or early thirties.” He corrected and you groaned, “Yeah, yeah.”

For the first time in the last hours, it was quiet. But this felt pleasant.

“Do you… wanna open your presents?”

Presents were a common part of birthday parties, given in celebration of the person’s birthday. He did receive gifts and cards from the attendees that he was curious to see.

And so, he did. He and you sat next to each other on the comfy couch and began to open the gifts.

The first one was a physical copy of the book ‘I, Robot’ by Isaac Asimov. He was surprised to see it was from Gavin, of all people. “Aw, he really loves that book,” you said, “Do you think you noticed you reading a lot in the precinct?”

Reading was another hobby he picked up, he enjoyed how relaxing it was.

The second one was from Nines, it was a mug with a Saint Bernard on it, it looked just liked Sumo. He smiled; he was going to use it for his thirium.

You were smiling too, like you felt happy for how loved he felt right now.

The third one was from Markus; it was a portrait of him. His Art always managed to take Connor’s breath away. “Damn, we gotta hang that over the fireplace.”

North gave him a custom-made knife; Josh wrote a birthday card that thanked him for his help with their cause and Simon gifted him a little cactus.

Hank’s gift would’ve knocked the air out of his lungs if he had to breath. Most wouldn’t call it a spectacular gift, but it meant a lot to Connor. It was an antique coin, similar to his dear one he lost a while ago. He flicked it into his other hand, testing the waters as they say. He knew how Hank found his habit irritating and yet he got him a new coin, a beautiful one too.

“Okay, show off. C’mon open mine.” You ushered and he noticed how you started to look anxious, “Are you alright?”

“Yes, of course, just open the thing.” You pushed the wrapped box towards him, and he nodded.

It was a scrapbook, made of polaroid pictures of him and the people around you. The first page was from the first time you met, the Carlos Ortiz crime scene. He remembered how Hank scolded you for taking a picture of this piece of shit instead of working. You did not care at all.

Friday, November 5, 2038

-Welcome to the team, Mr. the android sent by cyberlife

The next page included a picture of him and Hank in the car while you drove to Kamski’s place, he remembered it being rather… dull. You didn’t talk much nor did Hank.

Tuesday, November 9, 2038

-Going to visit Mr. I live in the mountains while the whole world burns, this should be great. Also, Connor is listening to heavy metal lol

He did mean it when he said he would like to listen to music, heavy metal has been one of his favorite genres ever since. His grin only grew wider when he saw the next picture. It was taken in Hank’s house, a shot of the TV displayed him standing behind Markus and the thousands of androids in front of them.

Friday, November 12, 2038

-This dork literally joined a revolution and won… what a power move

also hank is tearing up but he threatened to break my camera if I took a photo ):

“Hank cried?” He asked and you immediately nodded, “I told you he’s a softie… he was happy you were alright.” Right, he was almost killed beforehand by his ‘evil twin’ as you said, it made sense for him to worry.

He flipped the page and a wave of happier memories hit him. Things were still hectic since the revolution ‘ended’. Many evacuated the city despite the peaceful approach that Markus took, their fear was irrational yet understandable. This meant most of the resident of Detroit were androids.

It wasn’t bad but the evacuation only meant many humans still refused to acknowledge the fact that androids were alive and in time would be their equals in the eyes of law. It lowered his spirit a bit.

Hank wasn’t having it, at all. He decided to take out the old Christmas decorations he had and invited you over to help decorate the house. It wasn’t even December, yet you rushed here.

This one was of Hank scolding him and his counterpart while they tried to put the star on the tree.

Monday, November 29, 2038

-Life is great, Connor and Nines just tried to put Sumo on the amazing (decorated by me) Christmas tree

Androids really are superior to us

He chuckled at your comment and continued. The photo was of him in a ‘casual’ suit that hank gave him. It was your first date since you asked him out. You were going to watch movies at your place.

Tuesday, February 14, 2039

-Taking this one because Connor looks nervous… and cute.

You snickered, “Do you remember how nervous you were? It was so adorable.” He shook his head, “Yes, my stress level was a bit high. You failed to mention the date would be in your apartment and not out before I borrowed this from Hank. I didn’t want him to feel bad about it and I ended up looking overdressed.”

You chuckled, again. “Well, you still looked perfect.” Your loved complimenting him and it always made his face heat up, he bit his lip and proceeded.

The next one was of him standing in Hank’s bathroom with his LED gone for the first time since his activation, it took a lot of courage to be able to let go of what he was made for, be it that little spinning device. You and Hank were with him every step of the way.

Sunday, April 3, 2039 -My boy is accepting himself

He teared up a bit, the support he got from you and the others was heart-warming, to say the least. He held your hand and gave it a quick peck.

The following one featured a hug between him and Hank. He had received gifts from both Connor and Nines, the former gave him a card with a heartfelt message while the latter gave him one that simply said, ‘You are an efficient parental figure.’ It was impressive since it came from Nines, who still struggled with his lack of a social program.

Saturday, June 19, 2039

-Father’s Day with our fav grumpy old man.

After that was him in shorts and a tank top from last month. He stood next to Sumo with a box of fireworks in his hands. He didn’t participate with the celebration since he wanted to make sure Sumo would be okay, you stayed with him.

Monday, July 4, 2039

-Happy 4th of July! Connor, your legs were made for these shorts- god bless Cyberlife.

That night did end up being… Interesting because of his choice in clothing. He did end up wearing them a bit more since then.

He flipped the page and realized the rest of them were empty. “I didn’t realize this was why you insisted on taking pictures of me with your polaroid camera.” You shrugged.

“It wasn’t in the beginning but… I wanted to capture those moments you know? Keep them with us forever.” You moved closer and snuggled with him, “You can fill it up if you want. I know you can see any memory you want anytime but… I guess this is just a sappy way of doing it.”

“No,” he interjected, “I appreciate your gift and the meaning behind it. I also wish to have many more pleasant memories with you and those around us.” You hummed with a smile then yawned. You put your head against his shoulder and soon drifted off.

He noticed your Camera on the table next to him, how convenient. He slowly reached for it and used it to take a picture of the two of you. You looked breath-taking to him, with your peaceful face and soft snoring.

Something about this felt… right. He felt like he finally belonged. Like he found his place, his family, his love. This was ‘it’ as some would say.

Monday, August 15, 2039 -I am happy.