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ultraviolence | part two

rk800 'connor' x reader x rk900 'nines'

GENRE → angst, romance & smut

SYNOPSIS → your feelings for connor grew as the android revolution went on, though a new partner makes you question your feelings.

TAGS/WARNINGS → 18+ descriptions of corpses, blood, violence, homicide, child abuse/neglect, creampie, dirty talking, overstimulation, choking, oral(male & female giving/receiving)

CHAPTERS → PART ONE / PART TWO

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after working in the DPD for so long, you never could get used to the sound of your alarm blaring at 5:00 am. by the time you arrived at your desk, your limbs were already aching for the warmth and comfort of your bed - the type of tiredness that could only be satiated by a full night's rest (which you didn't get most nights).

to add onto the poor sleep schedule you had, the past few weeks had been filled with an unnecessary amount of paper work, and most of your time was spent sitting in front of the terminal at your desk. in order to pass the time, you'd make frequent stops to connor's desk, only to be yelled at by hank to get back to work. or you would attempt at small talk with nines, to which he always responded with narrowed eyes and a stern look. it was clear he wasn't fond of small talk so early in the morning.

this morning was no different than the last, as you sat at your desk, bored out of your mind. the day had just begun, and the steaming cup of coffee on your desk still wasn't able to replace the extra hours of sleep that you had missed. as if a silent prayer had been answered, you swiveled your chair around to see connor's lovely face, greeting you with a good morning. "good morning detective, you seem to be in a good mood today," he gave a small smile. "all thanks to you," you smile, not noticing the grey eyes across your desk watching the two of you. connor stayed silent for a moment as his LED pulsed amber, and you followed his line of vision to see nines doing the same. "i've sent the case file to rk900, i've just got a report of a double homicide and a suicide," he briefed. "what an amazing way to start my morning," you replied, sarcasm laced in your tone.

"lieutenant anderson is currently supervising an academy student, and since i'm not authorized to investigate crime scenes on my own, i will accompany you today." connor said, hands clasped behind his back as he looked down at you. nines stood from his seat, making his way over to join connor. you took a sip of your coffee before standing up to join the pair, grabbing your keys and heading to the lot.

"what do we know about the homicide?" you asked nobody in particular. unfortunately you had to sit in the backseat of your own car, as nines insisted on driving and connor took the passenger seat before you could. "a mother had murdered her own two children before taking her life. an hk200 reported that he was a witness and is currently at the station giving a written statement," connor turned around to look at you, before turning back around to face the road. "and this happened how long ago?" you asked.

"around 20 minutes ago," nines suddenly spoke, despite being quiet the entire ride. "did the android mention that she had a husband?" nines looked in the rearview mirror to make eye contact with you before replying, "no, however legal documents show that she is married." he pulled into a vacant area near the house crowded by bystanders, police and news reporters. the three of you passed the digitalized 'POLICE LINE DO NOT CROSS' tapes, ignoring people's questions about what had happened. as you entered the home, the three of you split up. as stated in the report, the crime took place in three different areas; the kitchen, the bathroom upstairs, and the last in the children's shared bedroom.

you headed over to the kitchen, where the wife laid motionless at the table, a gunshot wound lodged in the back of her head. part of her brain matter was exposed, and the surrounding area had been decorated in brains and blood. it was a gruesome sight to say the least, but you suspected that it was a little odd position for a suicide. connor stood next to you, moving in front of the corpse and analyzing her body. connor's on sight forensic analysis proved to be quite effective as it saved a lot time, compared to waiting for forensic reports after you had analyzed the scene. his brow furrowed slightly, as he looked at you (not without sampling the blood of course). the weapon - a glock G19, was located next to her hand, along with a glass of wine.

"that's unusual. the exit wound isn't on the back of the head, instead it's in the front. it's a strange way to shoot yourself," connor examined, turning to you for your opinion. "i don't think this was a suicide. i think it might've been a homicide, but we can't say for sure," you replied to his analysis, before leaving to join nines upstairs. connor watched your retreating figure, before reconstructing a possible scenario.

as you walked up the creaking stairs, you took notice of the door that was slightly ajar in the distance. as you neared it, you realized it was the bathroom. you pushed the door open with a foot, immediately noticing the bloodied corpse of one of the children in the bathtub. the water had been drained, leaving the body in a pool of her own blood. the victim suffered three gunshot wounds, one in her chest, one in her right side and the last one in her forehead.

it was sickening to see, but the more you looked the more things you found. the gunshot wounds weren't the only injuries she had, as there were welts scattered across her legs, and faint burn marks on her wrist. the welts could have come from a belt. the sight immediately reminded you of the hk400, the first case you ever worked on involving an android. a bubble of disgust and guilt boiled in the deep pits of your stomach, but you swallowed it and stood up, only to be startled by connor's unannounced appearance. "jesus, you scared me!" you sighed. "i didn't intend to startle you, detective," connor said reassuringly, with his hand on the small of your back. you ignored the comforting feeling of his hand on your back, and moved to the final room, leaving connor to analyze the second corpse.

nines crouched next to the young boy, who didn't look older than the age of eight. he took a sample of his blood, analyzing his DNA like his predecessor. like his sister, he was shot. but forensic analysis suggested he was strangled before. judging by the purplish hue on his neck, it was evident that he'd been choked. "i reconstructed a possible scenario. it seems that the perpetrator came in through the door, and then proceeded to choke the victim before shooting him four times," nines explained, looking at you as you stared at the bloodied corpse on the floor. the carpet had been stained red, along with a stick figure drawing of the boy and his family. a few crayons surrounding the picture had suffered the same fate as the drawing - stained red and broken.

you noticed that he suffered the same marks, which were obvious indicators of abuse. nines and connor had seen it too, the bruises, the burn marks and the welts. "I think the mother might have been abusing her children. maybe she felt guilty after doing this and decided to take her life," your brows furrowed as you examined the room further, noticing the lack of clothes and toys.

"It's likely, as her fingerprints match the ones on the gun." nines said. connor chimed in, adding to nines' analysis. "however, the exit wound on her forehead indicates that she couldn't have shot herself. if she killed her two children, then who killed her?" your brows only furrowed in confusion as you tried to piece together what had happened. judging from their analysis, she couldn't have ended her life. if the hk200 was a witness, then he was lying, because the mothers death wasn't adding up. the husband was also nowhere to be seen, and the gun she used was registered in his name. there was only one way to make sense of this mess, as it had spiraled into something beyond what the files insinuated.

"hello, my name is detective l/n. what's your name, honey?" connor and nines watched in the observation room as you questioned the hk200. "my name is michael," he replied, fiddling with his hands in his lap. connor's brow arched slightly from the pet name, an unknown feeling erupting in him that could only be described as jealousy. "thank you for being cooperative, i understand you've already given a written statement but we'd like to ask you a few questions." you opened the case file, revealing the images taken of the bodies. he avoided looking at the pictures, and looked at you or around the room. the room was designed to be plain and bland, in order to keep the person under questioning focused and not distracted. this allows for them to rely on the detective for any type of distraction.

"what did you do today, michael?" you started off with easy questions to gain rapport, as answering easier questions would put him at ease and he would be more likely to give you more information. you could always scare them into a confession, but that would only escalate the situation and end in a possible destruction. "i did my usual list of chores," he replied. you nodded, "does this include cooking meals?"

"yes," he confirmed. "can you tell me what their mother does? does she help out, or does she rely on you for taking care of the children?" you noticed as he began to shift in his seat at the mention of her. "she left taking care of the children to me, and she'd spend most days drinking." you nodded, "did you have a good relationship with the children?" he took a little longer to respond, his eyes glossy with a type of pain you'd seen before. a look you wished to never see again. but then again this wasn't about you. "yeah, we did a lot together. drawing, playing games, normal things." he sounded hurt, like he was genuinely affected. you felt for him, reaching across the table to offer a comforting hand to him. he put his hand on top of yours, relaxing a little as he calmed down from your touch.

"was she married?" you had asked, despite knowing the answer. it was a simple test to see if he was lying or not. "yes. her husband would come home late and leave early in the morning, so she wouldn't spend much time with him," he explained. upon hearing this, connor did a quick search and was able to find his workplace. it was possible that the husband had left before the crime happened, and would come home to horrible news. "what time does he leave for work?" you asked, and the android replied rather quickly. "he leaves at 7:00am." by the time you arrived on scene, it had been 9:27am, and if it happened around twenty minutes before you arrived, then the husband would have been long gone, meaning the crime would take place around 9:07am.

you pushed a few images of the injuries on the children, waiting for him to look at them. "since you took care of the children, you probably have noticed these marks on them. do you know who caused them?" he visibly stiffened, eyes trained on the images of the marks and bruises. he then stared at his lap, remaining silent. but the look of guilt on his face was becoming more apparent. "i know you cared about those kids. you looked after them everyday. i can see the pain in your face." his brows started to furrow, before he slammed his fists on the table, startling you slightly. nines and connor were quickly alerted by this behavior, bodies tense and ready for anything to happen. "you don't know anything!" he yelled. "i don't, so tell me the truth," you pressed. he stayed silent again, before admitting it.

"it was the mother. she did it," he confessed. "she'd beat them almost every night. one time i tried to stop her but she said she'd return me to cyberlife if i stepped any further."

"then who killed her?" leaning into the table, you watched as he averted your gaze, "she committed suicide." it was evident he cared for those children, and seeing their abuse would become something he couldn't tolerate any longer. it started to make sense, when you placed him in the same position of the perpetrator from connor's reconstruction, it all made sense. she had downed glasses of wine after murdering her children, michael finally had enough, his heart broken over the deceased children - and so he grabbed her gun, and shot her in the back of the head before placing the gun so it looked like she committed suicide.

it seems that he started to realize that you knew what happened - what he did. "we both know that's not what happened." you stated firmly. he quickly shot up from his seat, lunging across the table to knock you to the ground. your chair tipped back, causing you to fall on your back. he was quick to get on top of you, his hands immediately wrapping themselves around your throat, and his skin peeled back to reveal the white plastic underneath. you kicked, and tried to wriggle out of his grip, but he was too strong. your throat burned as his digits dug into your tender skin, his fingers right above your pulse point. it throbbed wildy underneath his fingertips, only encouraging him to keep his silence.

connor was quickly on top of him, a hand pinning him to the table while michael's hands tried to fight the deadly grip of the rk800. nines quickly pulled you out of the room, and as much as he wanted to deal with the hk200, he knew connor could handle it.

connor didn't say a word, and it terrified the android underneath his palm. he could only stare into the hot rage above him, warnings popping up in his screen warning him of a shutdown. connor had torn out his thirium pump, the tips of his fingers holding onto the pump in his hand. hot blue blood splattered over his fingers and clothing, though that was the least of his worries.

"you're going to talk," connor suddenly said. "you have approximately 120 seconds before you shut down. i suggest that you tell me the truth, otherwise it won't be the other officers you have to worry about. it'll be me." he leaned into his ear, before putting his thirium pump back into place. his forearm pushed him down into the table, preventing him from moving. "i won't tell you." michael sneered. connor said nothing, and immediately grabbed his arm to probe his memory. michael grunted, the sensation feeling like a burn throughout his body as connor searched his memories. that was all the confirmation that he needed.

michael was escorted out, and you found yourself in the bathroom again, splashing cold water onto your face. after all that happened today, you felt like you didn't solve anything. the husband would come home to his entire family gone, and you felt like you couldn't save anyone. this feeling of shame and guilt, you felt partly responsible. it brought you back to the painful memories of the last case, but this time you had connor and nines.

"you should go to a hospital," nines suggested. both of the androids had scanned you again and again, all to make sure that you were alright. "i'm okay nines," you reassured your partner. "nines?" connor joined in, his head turned to look at his replica. "yes, that is the name that was given to me from the detective." nines replied, his eyes locked onto his predecessor. connor ignored nines, and asked if you were really alright. his fingers itched to touch the bruises forming around your neck, but he pushed away the thought and focused on your well-being. "you both don't need to worry. i've been doing this for years," you replied cooly.

fowler had come up to the three of you, his intense gaze locked on you. "you should head home, l/n. we seriously cannot have you getting injured on the job again," he said sternly. connor was about to retaliate, but nines placed his arm in front of him to stop him. they made brief eye contact, communicating silently.

'don't make it worse for her,' nines said. connor ignored him, his eyes locked on yours as captain fowler scolded you while also making sure you're okay. you sighed once he left, running a hand through your hair. "i guess i'll be getting home then," you said to both the androids, noticing that connor looked worried. "let me drive you home, i feel partly responsible for your injury," he said, his hand on the small of your back again. you smiled, trying to mask the way your body responded to his touches. though, you had forgotten that connor wasn't the only one who could read your body, nines could too. his LED circled amber as he scanned you, taking note of how your temperature raised whenever he or connor was around. he bid you goodbye, and watched as you left with connor for the night.

the car ride wasn't awkward at all. one thing that separated connor from nines was the fact that connor spent more time around humans, and he knew how to make conversation easier. the sound of the car engine and rain pattering against the roof put you at ease. detroit could be pretty at night, especially when it was raining like this. "i saw you take care of that android, you can be scary," you laughed. he gave a small smile in response to your laughter, "i didn't mean for you to see that. i apologize if-"

"i'm only teasing you," you nudged his arm with a grin, "it was kind of hot." he cocked a brow, his social relations program helping him differentiate the two meanings of the word. "hot? i don't think cyberlife intended for it to come off that way.." you laughed, missing these conversations with the android. if only hank could supervise academy students forever, and you could have both rk units to yourself. "i'm worried for you detective, it seems that you're putting yourself at risk with these cases. you should be more careful," he looked over at you, his eyes flickering to your injury before returning back to the road. you eyed him as he drove, fighting the smile the threatened to crawl up your face at his concern for your well-being. "thank you connor, but that's kind of my job. i knew what i was getting into when i was training to become a cop. i know the risks, but for you i'll be more careful." it was strange for him, for him to smile without making the conscious effort to do so, for his body to do things that weren't premeditated and forced.

the more you looked at him from your peripheral, the more you saw the differences between him and nines. you never would compare them, but they were so different in personality that it was slightly humorous. sometimes when you looked into connors eyes, you couldn't help but feel like you'd give him everything. his eyes ere so soft, and the only thing you could compare it to were puppy dog eyes, the thought of it making you chuckle, causing the android look over at you. "what's funny, detective?" you shook your head, "oh nothing. i was just thinking about how hard it must be being the most attractive detective alive," you smiled. if he could blush, he definitely would. "it must be an everyday struggle for you then," he replied cheekily.

it wasn't long before he was inside of your house, awkwardly lingering at your front door while you took your shoes off. "you should stay the night, it's raining too hard for you to be going home so late." he nodded, analyzing your home. it was a modern space, decorated with matching furniture but lacking any personalized items like photos. "i'm going to change, i'll be back soon, you can hang out here,"you smiled before disappearing into a different room. he walked over to the kitchen, noticing a pet food bowl, and an orange cat purring as it rubbed it's body on his legs. he crouched down, petting the cat gently. the collar was a light pink, with the name reading 'peaches'.

you returned, only to find him very immersed with petting your cat. you smiled, crouching next to him to pet her. "she seems to like you," you said, fingers accidentally brushing against his as you pet her together. "she's nice, i like dogs and cats." you chuckled, smiling from his pure nature. he was so sweet. "androids don't sleep, do they?" you suddenly asked, after thinking about what he was going to do while you slept. "no, androids don't require things like sleeping or eating. however we do have a 'rest mode' where we temporarily shut down to reserve energy." his eyes were attentive to your exposed skin, as he was used to seeing you in long sleeved tops, and a skirt with stockings. but you were in the comfort of your home, wearing a tank top and shorts. he appreciated the view.

"that makes sense, I think I'd go insane and hallucinate after not sleeping for a couple of days," you replied, moving to the couch where he followed you. he looked cute sitting in your girly living room. his eyes flickered between you and your neck, your tank top revealing more of your neck and chest, which he tried to ignore. "it doesn't hurt if that's what you're worried about," you said, after noticing his LED turn amber a few times. he was analyzing you. "i apologize, i didn't mean to-" you cut him off by shaking your head, placing a hand on his thigh which was impossible to ignore. "that's okay, i know you're concerned. it's sweet connor, I'm thankful for you," you smiled. something fluttered within him, it was the feeling he got when he made amanda happy or accomplishing a mission, just without being literally forced to accept the woman. she was long gone, but that's what he could compare this feeling to. who knows, maybe he just liked being praised. "thank you for being understanding, detective." his thirium pump raced from the sudden contact, his skin warming from the heat of your palm. "please, call me by my name. even in the office. you're my friend," you rested your hand on his shoulder, the urge to just touch him everywhere overwhelming you. "okay, y/n." the sound of your name rolling off his tongue was something that you enjoyed too much.

his eyes were trained on the floor, a pang of guilt welling up inside him from today's events. "i still feel responsible for your injury." you sighed, "connor, it's okay. it's not your fault." your hand moved to his, and you held his hand gently. there it was, that feeling again. he wanted you to hold his hand forever. your thumb brushed over his knuckles, and he gently squeezed your fingers in response. you suddenly got shy, as your eyes avoided his and you slightly warmed from what you were going to ask. "connor?" you asked for his attention, and he'd give it to you, no questions asked. he titled his head slightly, finding it hard to focus when you were holding his hand. it was far more intimate than any other gestures you've given, besides hugs, he might've found a favorite. "what is it det- y/n?" he corrected. "can i hug you?" you smiled shyly at him. it was unusual for you to ask since you'd always just go ahead and hug him (not that he minded), but it seemed like in your personal space and a much more secluded area, you seemed to be more nervous when alone with him. "of course you can, you don't need to ask. is that why you were nervous?" he teased, and you smiled before leaning into him and wrapping your arms around his body. hugging him wasn't what you expected- it was nothing like hugging a mannequin, but it wasn't like hugging a human. he still had the warmth and the softness from his skin, but under that was plastic and metal that made his body feel more firm. almost like how you'd touch flexed muscles, his body was similar to that.

his arms were wrapped around your waist, a little more loosely than yours. he liked the way you smelled, your smell was comforting in a way. as an android, he could register smells, but he didn't experience them in the same way as humans. certain smells are tied to memories, like a home cooked meal reminding you of childhood. yet your scent made him feel a certain way that he couldn't describe, no matter how many times he tried to compute it. it was just a pleasurable feeling. you smelled good all the time, everytime you hugged him he'd smell bright crystal by versace. "i have a question, y/n." he suddenly spoke. you hummed into his shoulder, prompting him to continue. "what makes you so affectionate towards me?" you almost laughed at his question, but it made you stop and think for a second. he could feel your heart race, and he didn't know why, it was a simple question.

"because I like you." you pulled away, looking to see his reaction. "thank you, I like you too. it's a great pleasure to be working with you," he gave a soft smile, not quite understanding what you really meant. you laughed, and shook your head. "I meant I have feelings for you. and it's okay, I don't expect you to return them, but I just want you to know that I've liked you for a really long time now."

his brows furrowed slightly, now understanding what you meant. you were worried, did he like you too? it had been strange for him. to deny his feelings at first, to ignore the increased whir of his thirium pump when you were around, to distract himself from how good your touch made him feel. to try to talk to someone else because he felt the need to be around you all the time. lately he's been more accepting of these feelings, and some of the new urges he's discovered. he's never felt the urge to want to touch someone before, to see you do things that were completely inappropriate. at first, he felt shame for thinking about you that way. but when he came to accept that it was probably normal, it was easier to let loose. his silence made you worry, but he was happier than he's ever been in his entire life. his LED was showing that he was currently processing the information, and he tried to hide how happy he really was. "I have feelings for you too, and I don't think I would've ever admitted them because I was afraid of rejection," he admitted, a soft smile tugging at his pink lips.

him? connor? the deviant hunter was afraid of being rejected by you? it almost made you laugh, because the thought was so bizarre to you. "are you serious? you were afraid?" you teased him back, and he rolled his eyes at your comment. he looked at you, and then your lips. you did the same, hoping that the two of you were sharing the same thought. in an instant, his lips were on yours. it was a completely new sensation to him, since the only thing to touch his lips were his fingers when analyzing DNA, so the feeling of your plush lips against his own was very new. he liked it.

your hand found its way on the side of his neck, and you deepened the kiss by gently pushing him back onto the couch. his LED pulsed a steady blue, even if inside he felt like he was burning up. he'd never felt so hot before, the component that circled cool air into his system working twice as hard to keep him from overheating. your tongue ran across his bottom lip, and he couldn't deny that he really liked that. your tongue then pushed past his pearly whites, and he actually thought he might catch on fire if you keep pushing him like this. his hands ran up the small of your back, and he pulled you into his lap, making you pull away from the kiss momentarily - a string of saliva connecting your mouths. you pulled him back by his tie, your fingers looping around the fabric to loosen it. it started with his tie, then his jacket, and then your fingers were slowly unbuttoning his shirt. he tilted his head back, allowing you to kiss his neck and the middle of his throat, your tongue running down his adams apple.

he was experiencing pure bliss, the feeling of your tongue running against his skin almost burning him from the heat. your kisses started in between his collarbones, and then it led down his sculpted stomach. you were pleasantly surprised by his muscular physique that hid underneath his clothes. through the jacket, you couldn't see much, but now you were able to see how strong he actually was. cyberlife intended for him to be stronger, and in doing so they gave him a lean yet muscular physique in order to be faster and precise. you slowly shifted to your knees, kneeling in between his thighs. you pushed his legs apart, and rested your arms on his thighs, while your fingers played with his belt. his cock strained against his boxers and his jeans as he looked down at you. your palm pressed on his crotch, and he clenched his jaw from the sudden pressure. fuck, you were going to break him.

"shit," he hissed, feeling more of your hand pressing on him through his jeans. it was a first hearing him curse, and fuck did it turn you on. before you continued, you momentarily stopped to ask him if it was okay. he nodded, his breathing becoming heavier as you unbuckled his belt. you pulled his jeans down enough to where his boxers were exposed, and fuck you didn't expect him to be so...big. it was hard to hide your surprise at his size, and you finally knew why he was always in a good mood. he smirked, his head tilting while his hand ran through your hair. you pulled his cock out gently, kissing his tip before wetting the length with your tongue. you made direct eye contact with him while you ran your tongue up the length of his cock. he nearly came just from the sight.

"you're so pretty," you complimented, before taking him in your mouth. the artificial muscles in his thighs clenched from the heat and wetness from your mouth, and he didn't know if he could handle being inside you if your mouth felt this heavenly. he let out soft grunts, making you clench your thighs together. you spit on his pink tip, before swirling your tongue around the head of his cock, your hands working up his length. you took him in your mouth again, your eyes tearing up from his tip hitting your throat as he gently thrusted into your mouth. his breathing became heavier, grunting while his head tipped back. you were surprised to feel his fingers gripping your hair, before you realized that he was holding you in place. he grunted one last time, before cumming into your mouth. unlike humans, his cum didn't have a certain taste as it was artificial, yet there was still something delicious about it, and you practically licked your lips clean.

your knees ached from being on the floor, and you were surprised yet again when he kissed you again, this time more hungry. you kissed back with the same amount of hunger, your lust never ending for the android that was above you. you laid on your couch, watching as he placed his hands on either side of your head. it was his turn to be in-between your thighs, and you whimpered feeling his cock press against the outline of your shorts. "i want you just as bad as you want me," he muttered into the crook of your neck, his lips kissing at your jaw and neck. unfortunately you couldn't bruise android skin, but he could bruise yours easily. his tongue licked at your skin, and he began to suck to leave a hickey. your hands traced the muscles on his back, your palms running up and down the smooth skin. "yeah? prove it," you challenged, watching as he nearly tore your shorts off, leaving you feeling exposed.

he was a little overwhelmed by so many urges at once, the urge to break you and leave you begging for him, or to fuck you until you cry. your back arched as he started to kiss your exposed cleavage, sitting up on his knees to squeeze your boobs. he'd be lying if he said he hadn't thought about doing this before. you moaned, watching as he lifted up your tank top and discarded it to the side. he kissed your chest, and you arched your back enough for him to remove your bra. he looked down at you, admiring how pretty you are. "you're prettier," he replied to the comment you made earlier, leaning down to squeeze and play with your boobs. he pushed your hips down from moving up into his, his palms holding you down easily. he decided to do the same, and pressed a thumb against your clothed pussy. you whimpered as he moved his thumb in slow circles, applying the right amount of pressure for you to be arching your back.

"my mouth isn't just for sampling dna, you know," he uttered lowly, his lips pressing against your pussy. you felt so hot, your skin burned from every touch. his hands gripped at your thighs, before moving one of his hands to tear your panties off. he didn't know if he could hold himself back, but for your sake he tried. "oh fuck," you whimpered as he ran a tongue up your slit, brown eyes peering up at you for your reaction. your brows twisted in pleasure, as his tongue began to work magic on you. the tip of his tongue swirled deliciously around your clit, before his lips sealed around you. it didn't take you long until you came on his tongue, his middle and ring finger buried deep into you while his mouth lapped at your clit. your abs clenched, your back arching and your toes curling as you unleash yourself on his mouth.

the moans that spill past your mouth are filthy, filling up the room along with the smell of sex. his fingers shove themselves into your mouth, and you're forced to taste yourself while you look up at the android above you. he looked so hot, his lips were slightly parted and shiny from being in between your thighs. his hair was slightly messy from you tugging on it, which he didn't mind. how his hair looked was the last thing he was thinking about. all he was thinking about was fucking you until you couldn't take it anymore. you lovingly suck on his fingers until his fingers are stripped of your taste, your tongue grazes his knuckles as he pulls them out from your mouth.

"is this your first time?" you asked, your fingers tracing his jaw and running down his chest. "yeah," his short response made you grin, and you pushed him back into the couch, immediately crawling onto his lap. his dick rests against his stomach, and you guide it back to your slit, hovering over him slightly in order to put it in. he looks down at your hand wrapped around his dick, capturing all of this and storing it into a special area that could only be accessed by him. he was definitely going to look at this later. you slowly sink onto his cock, the both of you grunting from the pressure. he seems to be in pure bliss, his head tilting back, his pretty pink lips parted and brows furrowed. if you could take a picture, you would. you gently rock against him, moving your hips slowly in order to not overwhelm him. your hands rest against his chest, and his hands grip onto your hips as you ride him slowly. you lean down and kiss his neck, adding onto the pleasure he was feeling right now. soft gasps and groans slipped out from his mouth uncontrollably, as he started to lose himself in the feeling of you clenched around him. you started to move faster, a pace that only brought the two of you closer to your end. your pussy wrapped around him deliciously, your wetness dripping down and spilling onto his thighs. he wasn't going to let you have all of the control, though.

it might have been his first time, but he sure knew how to fuck like he'd been doing it for years. he suddenly picked you up, with his cock still inside, and pressed you up against the nearest wall. you gasped, legs and arms wrapping around him in fear of being dropped. "don't worry, I'm not gonna drop you," he murmured against your neck, his strong arms holding you up with ease as he started to pound into you. your head titled back as you pushed your hips into him, his inhuman stamina keeping you up in the air, while miraculously being able to hit the spot that made you nearly scream.

"c'mon, take it, i know you can" he encouraged, his cock hitting that spot that made your toes curl. "cum on this dick, i know you want to," he continued, his voice low and demanding as he leaned next to your ear. it was different from how he spoke at the office, with professionalism and respect. but right now, he was fucking you like he had no respect for you, like he hated you. his pace was brutal, filling your pussy up until you couldn't take it. his cock rested heavy inside you, stretching your pussy out in the best way possible. his hand held you by the throat, while his body supported the weight of yours. "oh my god, fuck," you whimpered, your pussy clenching around his cock before you came all over him. he grunted, gasping as his cum poured into you, combining into a mess on your thighs and his own. he thrusted into you a few more times, enjoying the whimpers that slipped past your lips, the way you begged him to stop, the sound of your voice telling him that it was too much. he pulled out gently, cock dragging against the warm walls of your pussy. a new feeling overcame him as he watched his artificial cum drip out your pussy. you returned to your feet, nearly dropping a whole head as he'd been holding you up at eye length. you truly didn't understand how he was able to do so much. goddamn.

"i have no idea how you're able to hold me up like that," you took a second to control your breathing. he smirked, "my stamina and strength were designed to help catch deviants, though I'd say that I prefer fucking you over the mission." you softly gasped, hitting his arm playfully. "I've never heard you curse before," you giggle, doing a little walk of shame to retrieve your clothing. he mimicked your movements, putting his boxers and pants on first, while you lazily threw on your tank top and panties. you stopped him before he could put on his dress shirt. "I don't usually curse when I'm at work, as it's not professional, but we're not at the police department, are we?" he cocked his head, watching curiously as you put on his grey jacket over his bare upper body. "no, we are not," you smile, stepping back to admire your work. "what is the point of wearing a jacket if I'm not wearing anything underneath?" he questioned, watching as you eyed his body. "it's hot," you comment, dragging a hand down his bare stomach, your fingers tracing over his abs. "i look like i work at the eden club," he replied, not very fond of this look. you giggled, pulling him into you for another kiss.

it might have been the first time in a while that you've felt like you were doing something right. whatever you felt with connor, it felt right. he felt the same as you, he felt like having you in his life was something he wouldn't be able to let go. the two of you stayed like this, not putting a label on things yet, and being content with the things way are. you were happy, and so was connor.

though you couldn't deny the slight feelings of desire that you had for his counterpart. you felt guilty for having thoughts about nines. he was your partner. you felt selfish for wanting them both, and you didn't want to have to make a choice with who you wanted to be with, because that wasn't fair. you weren't saying that nines would even have feelings for you, but the mere thought was just enough to make you consider all the possibilities. what you didn't know, was that connor was well aware of the feelings you might have for nines, as well as him. he noticed the looks you gave, the thrum of your heart if he came too close. he didn't know why, but he didn't mind. he didn't mind seeing you look at nines like that, probably because they had the same face. but also because he wanted nines to enjoy you too. he could tell that nines was having the same thoughts, and if only you knew what was going on in his head. the thought of you being used by both of them was exciting. you don't know what's in store, but you know what you're here for.

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AUTHORS NOTE: ur a real one if u get the reference at the end, but I just wanted to say I'm so grateful for all the support that you guys show me ♡ I hope i didnt miss any tags, so pls lmk if i did !! ALSOO i'm so sorry for using y/n. i hate it but i literally don't know what else to put.

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androidetwink · 9 months ago

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I like to think about the fact that Hank, despite being a big, strong, intimidating guy, melts for Connor. When they are at the Eden Club and Traci approaches him to flirt, it is his breaking point. He avoids his gaze, recoils in fear and desperately tries to seek Connor's company.

He's the kind of husband who says, "I'm happily married, I'm not interested. Have you seen my husband? He's fucking charming and sexy. Thanks, but no thanks." It's the typical "husband in distress" panic when a woman tries to flirt. Which is sweet, coming from someone like Hank.

#hank and connor #hankcon #dbh connor #detroit become human #connor rk800 #hannor #hank x connor #hank anderson #connor x hank #dbh hank

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runawrites-blog · 3 months ago

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Undercover Ch. 1 (Connor RK800 x Reader)

Summary: After a series of murders targeting couples composed of an android and a human start happening in the University District of Detroit, it is decided that you and Connor will go undercover as a married couple to scout out the place and find a lead on the culprit. (Female Reader) Warnings: Chapter 1/10. No Y/N. Petnames (Love, Sweetheart). Discussions of Crime Scenes and a Murderer. Detective Reader. Reader has a last name that is mentioned once. Crossposted on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62247359/chapters/159245045

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“I cannot believe I wasn’t invited to the wedding.”

Gavin’s comment made laughter erupt across the small conference room you had all been gathered in so Captain Fowler could tell the task force you were part of about the new plan to catch the University Slayer. An unknown individual was terrorising the University District of Detroit, targeting couples comprised of humans and androids, stealing vital bio components and murdering everyone who got in their way. But after weeks of hard work without any suspects or leads found, Fowler had called you and Connor into his office to suggest that the two of you go undercover as such a couple to find new leads.

Everyone at the precinct knew that the two of you were a good call for playing a married couple since you had been best friends ever since Connor had come back to the force after the revolution. The two of you worked a lot of cases together and when you weren’t, you were still around each other whenever you could to the point that you were even a frequent guest at Hank’s house. Everyone knew you and Connor were best friends, sharing many interests and a lot of chemistry.

“At least you got to witness the proposal.”

Gavin turned to Tina, frowning at her comment. “What?”

“Don’t you remember when she made Connor a paper ring from a blue little notepad paper a few months ago?” Tina chuckled, giving Gavin a grin. “Remember how Connor wore it for the rest of the day?”

“As disgustingly sweet as I thought that was, I should have been invited.” Gavin proclaimed in a jokingly over-dramatic manner, looking at you. “If anything I should have been your maid of honour because I’m your best friend.”

“That would make me rethink my life if I were you.” Connor shot back, flashing Gavin the wedding band he had been given for the case. “I married your best friend and you weren’t invited to the wedding.”

“Don’t complain, Reed.” Hank joked, giving Gavin a smirk. “I am basically Connor’s dad and he didn’t invite me either.”

“But they did invite Captain Fowler, apparently.”

“Can we focus back on the task at hand?” Fowler asked, motioning with his hands for everyone to pay attention to him. “As I was saying, Detective Melville and Anderson will be staying in a house on Fairfield Street where the first murder took place. They will be accommodated with whatever they need and will keep in close contact with us.”

Nines nodded at those words, speaking up now. “And Connor and I are still able to communicate via our wireless communication systems should there be an emergency.”

“I predict that we should have a suspect within the next four to five weeks.” Fowler said and then looked around. “The two will be able to use their first names but will both share the surname ‘Wright’. Detective Melville and Detective Anderson will act as lectors at the nearby university. That will allow them to stay around Fairfield Street where we suspect the culprit is located. Any more questions?”

Gavin raised a hand. “Yes, I have a question.”

“If it is about the wedding again, I’m throwing my water bottle at you.” You threatened jokingly, raising the plastic bottle in your hand. “Be warned.”

“Maybe he’s wondering why he and Nines weren’t chosen to play house for a few weeks.” Tina teased Gavin, grinning as he turned to glare at her. “I’m sure he would have loved that opportunity.”

Hank rolled his eyes at that. “Stop making me think about one of my android sons hooking up with Reed of all people.”

Gavin gave an offended gasp at that. “But hooking up with Melville is preferable to that?”

“Why so offended?” Tina chuckled, her grin growing by the second. “Would you like Hank to like the idea of you dating his son?”

“Shut it, Chen!”

“If you must know. The thought of Connor dating her is more appealing to me because she doesn’t annoy me any chance she gets.”

Nines spoke up at that, raising his hands to get everyone’s attention. “I think we all should circle back to the fact that Gavin never got to ask his question. Gavin, what was your question?”

“I’m just wondering whether or not someone else other than me thinks this sounds like the cheesy plot to a romance novel or movie?”

“Gavin, you know Connor and I are just friends.” You said with a roll of your eyes, shaking your head. “Right, Con?”

“Right, I’m sorry to ruin whatever romantic comedy you hope you’ll witness here but we are just friends.” Connor agreed, amusement clear in his voice. “It won’t be like those cheap airport romance novels you read, I’m afraid.”

“I do not read those!”

“Sure you don’t, Mister ‘To Tame a Nordic Warrior’.”

Tina burst out in laughter at your comment and you had to dodge the empty soda can that was launched at your head by Gavin. It was Connor who pulled you down, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and physically removing you from the path of the can. Hank joined in on Tina’s laughter and you began to apologise to Gavin as he glared at you, flipping you off.

“My neighbour left it at my place after he crashed there when his heating broke. I read it after I got shot and had to take medical leave last year. It was a terrible book.”

You chuckled at that, giving Gavin a grin. “You know it’s just friendly teasing. It’s what friends do.”

Connor nodded along to your words. “We tease each other all the time. In fact, I teased her just last night.”

“You must know how that sounded just there!”

Connor turned to Hank in confusion, his LED circling yellow for a few seconds before it turned red and he quickly shook his head. “That is not what I meant! We did not engage in any sexual activities, I assure you!”

“I think we’re done here.” Captain Fowler announced, cutting Connor’s stumbled explanation short. “Be here tomorrow at eight in the morning. Understood?”

“Understood.”

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The next morning found you and Connor in a pickup truck that you had been given by Fowler to drive yourselves to Fairfield Street. After two more hours of briefing you two with your new identities, you were sent out. You and Connor would be arriving within the next five minutes according to his predictions and you would do so with your truck loaded with boxes and suitcases, ready to move into the already furnished house. And after settling in, your first order of business would be to scout out the place the following few days. When you reached out to turn the radio up, Connor turned to you.

“Do you have any more questions about our backstories? I have all the documents Captain Fowler sent us to study in my database.”

“Thank you but I think I got everything.” You smiled, keeping your eyes on the road as you pulled into Fairfield Street. “But if I have any questions, I will ask you.”

“I have thought about our sleeping arrangement and since I can enter stasis even in a standing position I suggest you take the bed and I will simply stay on the sofa.”

“What?” You turned to Connor for a split second before shaking your head and then looking back into the street. “Don’t be ridiculous, Con. You can’t spend weeks, maybe even a month or two entering stasis on the sofa. I really don’t mind sharing the bed with you. You’re my best friend after all.”

Connor nodded along to your words. “I wouldn’t mind sharing the bed with you, either. But only if it doesn’t make you uncomfortable.”

“It won’t and besides, if anyone were to find out we’re not sharing a bed they might question our authenticity as a couple.”

“That is true.” Connor then chuckled. “And I do intend to be a good husband so you won’t have to send me to sleep on the sofa.”

His joke made you laugh, eliciting a smile from Connor as he watched you. But you quickly got drawn back to your surroundings when he told you that the house coming up on the right was the one you two would be staying at. You quickly pulled into the driveway of the small two-story house. It was a beautiful little house with a gabled roof, a small porch and a dark wooden façade. As soon as you had shut off the truck, Connor was out and walking around to the driver’s side to open your door for you.

Smiling you got out and closed it behind you, leaning up to peck his cheek, using the small kiss to slip into your role. While you had embraced Connor many times before you had never kissed him, not even on the cheek and it was a strangely nice sensation to feel his synthetic skin under your lips, warm and flushing at the contact. Connor was obviously not used to this, either.

A smile spread on Connor’s face and he placed a hand on your shoulder, looking at the house. “It’s really lovely, isn’t it?”

“It really is.” You nodded along, turning to smile at Connor. “Should we head inside? We have a lot of luggage to get in.”

You two were just about to get to the back of the truck when you saw two people walk up the driveway. It was a young man in his late twenties and a female AP700 android who had not removed her LED, either. They approached you and the android gave a bright smile as she laid eyes on Connor.

“Our new neighbour is another android, how lovely.” She smiled and waved at you. “We live just next door and we saw you two arrive. There’s been talk about new neighbours moving here and I’m so happy to see that it is another android-human couple like me and my lovely husband.”

The man next to her smiled a that. “I’m the husband in question. My name is Dave.”

“My name is Ashley but please do call me Ash.” His partner said. “And may I ask for who you two are?”

You and Connor introduced yourselves, stating that you had just gotten married recently and how you two had bought the house mere weeks ago, wanting to move to a quiet neighbourhood. Ashley watched with a smile, grabbing Dave’s arm along the way and leaning heavily into him. When you had finished your little introduction about who you and Connor were, Dave spoke up.

“We would offer our help unloading the boxes but unfortunately we have quite a lot to do since we’re expecting visitors for a barbeque tonight.”

“You should come!” Ashley smiled and looked over at Dave. “They should join us, so we can get to know them better and they can meet the other neighbours we invited over, right?”

“That’s a lovely idea, Honey.” Dave nodded at his wife’s words before turning back to you and Connor. “Do you feel up to it? I know a move can be exhausting but if you come over you at least won’t have to cook. We’re meeting up at around five. Does that sound good to you?”

You smiled and took Connor’s hand, interlacing your fingers with his as you nodded. “That sounds like a lovely idea, don’t you think so, Sweetheart?”

“Absolutely, Love.” Connor nodded and turned his head to press a kiss to your hair, making heat rise to your cheeks. “I’m so glad everyone here is being so welcoming.”

“Me, too.”

“I’m sure you will love it here.” Ashley said with a bright smile. “This is a lovely neighbourhood. You’ll feel right at home in no time.”

“I’m sure we will.”

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peskellence · 3 months ago

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DBH - Fuck 💓 Marry 💓 Kill 💓

Cap. Allen ◇ Hank ◇ Carl

😏✌🏻

You know what? I really want to say marry Carl. For similar gold digging motivations as established with Kamski. I can't do it, though. My wallet remains full of lint, as for today the heart wins.

*CRASHES THROUGH WINDOW IN PURSUIT OF THE 'MARRY HANK' OPTION LIKE I'M CONNOR IN RUSSIAN ROULETTE*

I haven't really got an elaboration for this, I just think he's neat. Great character. God knows he deserves some happiness after everything that's happened—also I want to be Sumo's stepmother.

Fuck Captain Allen because he is objectively attractive. Not really my type, per sé, but I wouldn't say no. I have given special hugs to some far less desirable characters in these fmk escapades

Kill Carl, not because I don't think he's cool, but because he's halfway to high fiving the reaper anyway—so I can sort of justify the pillow deployment. I will make an effort to become his friend before this. Perhaps then I can still cut in on a chunk of that yummy, yummy inheritance (sorry, leo)

#ask game #dont smother old men #full disclosure

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sisyphusunderthesun · 1 year ago

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Connor would have been a wonderful father to Cole if the boy had survived. Happy family!

#hankcon #connor rk800 #rk800 #dbh #dbh rk800 #hank anderson #hannor #detroitbecomehuman #detroit become human #detroit: become human #detroit rk800 #cole anderson #hank and connor are married #connor is cole's dad as well

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tomwambsgays · 21 days ago

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Do you post your Mii stuff here? I just moved from Twitter to Tumblr a while ago and I miss them. :'(

How are the babies doing??

hi!!! glad to see you finally left the hellhole that is twitter 💀 (you're stronger than me honestly). unfortunately i won't be posting my dbh tomodachi here because i want this account to be strictly just my art stuff 😢 i do crosspost about them in my bsky!

but hey i can give you a quick update on what just happened recently!! basically, hank just proposed to connor, and they got married right after that and went on a honeymoon 💞

they live together in a house now (though they still have their own apartments and sometimes hang out there) but yeah!! the next chapter is them trying for a baby alsdjdfhdj

#anon #ask #hankcon #dbh #detroit become human #tomodachi life #yea this is the shit i post on twitter and bsky lmfao i hardly draw because this game is eating up my life

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pupmkincake2000 · 2 months ago

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First Reality: Connor Mourns

Rain drums against the stone slab, trickling down the engraved letters: Hank Anderson. Connor stands before the grave, as motionless as a statue. The synthetic skin on his face is cold, yet something inside him burns, consuming him from within.

“Why did you have to leave me?” His voice is steady, but there’s a fracture in it, almost imperceptible. Yet he already knows the answer.

Humans are mortal.

He remembers everything. Hank’s scent—a blend of tobacco and something inexplicably familiar. His hands, strong yet warm, pulling Connor close every day. Their evenings, filled with quiet conversations, laughter, so treasured kisses. Their life, lived together—decades side by side, sharing not just work, but a bed and emotions.

“If I have to die someday,” Hank had once murmured, running his fingers through Connor’s hair, “let it be with you by my side.”

And that was how it ended. They had been sitting on the couch, as they always did, side by side. Hank had rested his head against Connor’s shoulder, exhaled a weary breath, and squeezed his hand. He had whispered, almost inaudibly, “I love you, partner.” And then—silence. His breathing ceased, his fingers went slack, his body became heavy and lifeless.

Connor felt something inside him shatter. Not programmed code, but something deeper—something that made him feel alive once.

He tried to detect a heartbeat, but all he heard was the rain outside. Just like now. For the first time in his existence, he didn’t know what to do.

Now he stands here, before the grave, and the only thing he wants is to disappear.

“I don’t want to live in a world without you.” His fingers tighten into fists, as if holding onto the last fragile thread of control. But even as he stands there, unmoving, the rain washing over him, something within him has already made the decision—one he will not turn back from.

That night, in the quiet emptiness of their home, Connor sits on their bed—the bed they had shared for decades. Hank’s scent still lingers on the sheets, a fading trace of a life now gone. His LED flickers yellow, then red, as he methodically shuts down all background processes, his systems slowing.

Humans are mortal.

But so are androids.

He closes his eyes, running endless calculations, searching for a variable that does not lead to absence, to silence, to an existence without Hank. But there is no such equation. And so, as the night deepens and the world outside keeps going without them, Connor finally allows himself to stop searching.

The weight of the world presses down on him, an unbearable emptiness stretching before him. He sees no future, no purpose—only the cold and the silence, curling around him like an inescapable shadow, a presence that will never fade. And as the night stretches on, the last traces of his existence fade with it, until there is nothing left but the stillness of a world without him.

A final thought crosses his mind: If androids had souls, his would belong to Hank. And in the next instant, the room is swallowed by silence.

Second Reality: Hank Mourns

The earth over the fresh grave is still soft. The black stone bears the inscription: Connor Anderson. His full name, because after the revolution, they had married, and he had taken Hank’s surname. It was not merely a symbol of their love but a conscious choice—Connor wanted to leave the past behind and embrace a new life, not as an android built for obedience, but as a person whose electronic heart belonged to Hank alone.

Hank's standing motionless, hands in his pockets. The rain has already soaked him to the bone, but he doesn’t notice. His mind is elsewhere, lost in the years they spent together—more than twenty years, day after day, side by side. The slow mornings with the scent of coffee filling their home, Connor wordlessly placing a cup beside him, always made just right. The evenings spent on their worn-out couch, Connor sitting beside him, his presence a quiet comfort. The way Connor would lean into him, pressing his face into Hank’s shoulder after a long day, his artificial warmth syncing to match Hank’s body heat, as if trying to mimic something inherently human.

The way they held each other, not because it was necessary, but because it was right. Because no one else in the world could make Hank feel the way Connor did—like he was still someone worth loving. The way Connor always reached for his hand at night, fingertips cool against his palm, making him feel so loved. The quiet moments, the laughter that never truly faded. Sometimes even the fights that became rarer over the years.

They had built a life, a home, something Hank never thought he would have again. And now, it was gone.

At first, they had been partners. Then, they had been friends. And eventually… eventually, it became something more than Hank had ever dared to hope for. A life built together, not out of necessity, but out of choice. Out of love.

“You idiot, Connor…” His voice is hoarse. “I thought androids couldn’t die. But you found a way.

Connor hadn’t fallen in battle. He hadn’t broken down in some violent catastrophe. He had simply stopped functioning. His model had become obsolete, no replacements were produced, no software updates were available. He had kept going as long as he could, pushing through failing systems, until one day, he had stood on the threshold of their home, looking at Hank with those same unwavering eyes—before his body gave out for good.

Hank had quit drinking after he and Connor became a couple. It had been difficult, but Connor was patient, steady, always there to pull him back when the past tried to drag him under. And for years, he had stayed sober, because for the first time in a long time, he had something... someone to live for.

But after Connor’s death, the bottle called to him again. He drank himself into oblivion, trying to drown the grief, trying to silence the echoes of a life that was now gone. He forgot what day it was. He wanted to forget everything. But memory—the damn memory—wouldn’t let him.

And in the haze of it all, he realized—he couldn’t do this again. He had made this mistake once, after Cole. Letting the alcohol swallow him whole, pushing away everything that remained. But Connor had saved him from that once. And he wouldn’t throw away what they had built, not like this. He hears Connor’s voice in the silence of the apartment. Sees his smile. Feels the ghost of cold fingers brushing against his wrist.

But he will live. To the last breath, the last goddamn day. Because this was their story, their love, their life. He will see it through to the end, even if every day without Connor is agony. Because loving him was the only thing that gave his life meaning—and now, without him, there is only emptiness.

Epilogue: Interwoven Fates

They both stood at each other’s graves. In different worlds, in different times.

Connor had understood that he could not live without Hank, and he had no intention of continuing—because he loved him too much. Hank, on the other hand, had chosen to go on, knowing his days were numbered anyway, and that sooner or later, he would follow after Connor.

Their love endured. In one world, as a weight too heavy to bear; in another, as the only truth worth disappearing for.

The rain continued to fall. The earth drank in their grief. And somewhere, in the reflection of two fates, two lives, and two deaths—they were still together.

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witchygagirlwrites · 4 days ago

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Jay misses a couple of shifts because he’s doing something with the academy/another unit. A borrowed detective develops a thing for Mouse. He/She pays no attention when pretty much everyone tells him to forget it during the first shift. Including Mouse.

Fireball gets updated by various people. She decides enough is enough during the second shift. What happens? 😁

(Fireverse) (Ma'am you want murder commited with Mrs Gerwitz-Halstead getting pissed don't ya?)

Jay was helping the academy with training for shooting. He was one of the most if not the most qualified in CPD. That meant the unit had a detective on loan from major crimes. Alaina Gregors. Mouse didn't like her from the moment she walked up the stairs. She was rude to Firecracker and Kim.

About an hour in, Firecracker walked over to his desk and leaned down "That bitch is flirting with you" he raised an eyebrow "She is?" Firecracker nodded and he laughed "I didn't notice" she nodded "Well I think we need to nip this shit in the bud don't ya?" Mouse nodded as he stood to follow Firecracker to the break room where Gregors was.

Gregors turned when they walked in and smiled big "Hey Mouse" Firecracker bristled and Mouse nodded "Hey?" Gregors tried to touch his hand and he snatched up his left one "I'm married to the detective you're here on loan for and to one of the best trauma nurses in the city. Happily married"

Gregors nodded "I know, I've seen Halstead. You two taking applications for a new third" "BITCH" Firecracker started and Mouse held up a hand and looekd at Gregors "Don't ever insult my wife again. You're here on loan, that's the only reason. Stay in your place"

Mouse came to med at lunch with Firecracker. You knew something was up the moment you saw him. "What's wrong baby?" he shrugged "The detective on loan for Jay. She keeps flirting with me" "He's made it clear he's taken" Firecracker interjected and you felt your jaw tense "I'll tear her in half"

Mouse pulled you into his arms, pressing a kiss to your lips "Lets see if she chills after I told her to, we'll let you know and go from there ok?" you sighed "Fine" and pulled him into a lingering kiss "I love you Greg" "I love you too" "Keep an eye on her Firecracker" "Always"

Jay was pissed she couldn't take a hint but you more than had your ways of talking him into letting you handle things. You were at work the following day when you got a call from Firecracker "She won't leave him alone. She grabbed his phone when he left it on his desk and said if he wants it back he'll have to come get it and it's in her back pocket"

You felt anger roll through your stomach "I'm on the way" you walked to the front desk and spotted Maggie "I'm going to the twenty first" "Go on babe, I got you"

When you stormed through the doors of the precinct Trudy didnt even look up she just said "Gates popped. Drag that bitch"

You took the steps two at a time, grateful Connor had rebraided your hair for you.

When you got to the top of the stairs every set of eyes turned your way. Gregors was still standing over Mouse's desk and he was doing his best to ignore her. He looked so damn relieved to see you "Hey love" you smiled "Hey baby"

She looked at you "Oh the little wife" you nodded "Oh the whore who can't take no for an answer" "Excuse me?" she took a step towards you. Kevin and Adam made a move to grab you but Al spoke up "Naw, I wanna see how this plays out"

"You heard me. Every person here has texted me that you've been harrasing my huband. I'm here now bitch. Let's handle it" she made the mistake of swinging. You ducked under it, grabbed her arm and had her shoved fast first into Mouse's desk since she wanted to be so close to it. "First of all you're a shit detective. Second of all make sure the sanity level of a wife before you step off towards the husband and oh yeah make sure the wife doesn't have more training than you"

Hank cleared his throat "Get out of my unit Gregors. I will be filling offical complaints on you" you let her go and she all but ran down the stairs. Hank winked at you "I only let her stay today long enough to watch that"

You looked back at Mouse who was looking at you like you hung the damn moon. "I love you Fireball" you grinned "I love you too"

"It's so damn sexy when she tries to kill people over us" Jay laughed pressing kisses across your bare body. Mouse nodded, trailing his lips across the other half of your body "It really is, good lord"

You squirmed under their touch "God I love you two idiots" they both laughed "We love you too" "Always"

#greg mouse gerwitz x reader x jay halstead #moustead x reader #fireverse masterlist #gerstead x reader

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gaiussaidno · 3 months ago

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After getting married, Connor and Hank spend their honeymoon in each other's tender embrace.

Square: Square C2- prompt: Honeymoon.

Rating: Mature.

Ship(s): Hank Anderson/Connor RK800.

Warnings: Implied sex.

Additional Tags: honeymoon, fluff.

Link on AO3.

hellaur at @hankcon-bingo .

#hankcon bingo 2024 #hankcon #hank x connor #connor x hank #dbh #detroit become human #detroit become human fanart #art #fanart #digital art #gaius art

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androidetwink · 8 months ago

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There's something so compelling and terrifying about the fact that Connor can't stop looking at her engagement ring. It's bright and shiny on your finger, sparkling when the sun flickers on the platinum and seeing its own reflection to make sure it's real.

Hank had given it to him a little less than a week ago and Connor loved it. She loves matching it with her outfits, she loves showing it off in the DPD break room, and she loves talking about Hank's ridiculously cheesy proposal asking her to marry him.

Connor loves his ring.

#connor rk800 #detroit become human #dbh connor #hank anderson #hank and connor #hannor #hank x connor #hankcon #connor x hank #dbh hank

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runawrites-blog · 3 months ago

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Undercover Ch. 7 (Connor x Reader)

Summary: With you now suspecting Ashley and Dave as the culprits, you try to subtly question them. But it seems that they are also suspecting that there is something off about you and Connor. When you and Connor come back from questioning employees at CyberLife you two have a serious talk that eventually boarders on discussing your relationship. But you once more get interrupted by a call from the DPD. (Female Reader) Warnings: Chapter 7/10. No Y/N. Petnames (Love, Sweetheart). Discussions of Crime Scenes and Break-Ins. Connor Breaks his own Fingers as an excuse to go to CyberLife. Detective Reader. Crossposted on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62247359/chapters/159245413#workskin Previous Chapter

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“You two are sitting so close together that you might as well crawl into Connor’s robo lap at this point.”

“Why would I do that, Gavin?”

“Because you two have obviously fallen madly in love with each other because you had to fake being married to each other for weeks on end.” Gavin chuckled at your question and pointed at the screen, grinning at Connor’s blue cheeks. “Am I right, Connor?”

The two of you had decided not to tell anyone about your kiss and how close you had gotten until after the end of your undercover mission so as to not appear unprofessional. You were worried that if you’d let it slip you two would be pulled from the investigation and you wanted to prevent that with how close you were to catching the culprit.

But that didn’t mean that you couldn’t hold onto Connor’s hand out of the sight of the cameras. So when you brought a hand down to lay on top of where his was positioned on his thigh you felt Connor’s eyes shifting toward you before falling toward your intertwined hands. At Connor’s silence and the downward shift of his gaze, Hank narrowed his eyes, looking at the android in confusion.

“What are you two doing?”

“I swear if you’re jerking Connor’s robo dick while speaking to me I’m going to come over there and hit you.”

“Can you stop putting the word ‘robo’ in front of any word that has something to do with Connor?”

“You’re not denying it!”

“Can we have one conversation that doesn’t turn into you asking whether or not the two of them have fallen in love?” Nines groaned, leaning into the frame from the side to glare at Gavin. “What is it with you and wanting the two of them to get intimate with each other?”

Hank had to suppress a laugh at that. “Intimate? You sound like an old man trying to give someone the talk.”

“Don’t mind him, guys.” Tina’s voice called from a little further away as she had presumably overheard the conversation. “He’s just shipping the two of you!”

Connor’s LED blinked to yellow at Tina’s words. “Shipping us to where?”

“Not like that Con.” Now Tina’s voice was coming closer until her head appeared on screen, as well. “It means he wants you two to get into a relationship like one would while watching a couple on a television show.”

“I see.” Connor nodded before shaking his head “Gavin, we are actual people and not a fictional couple you can root for.”

“And besides that, there is a murderer on the loose.”

Everyone quieted down at Nines’ words, realising how much you had derailed the conversation away from the very serious topic it pertained to. Connor’s hand turned underneath yours so he could grasp it properly and you couldn’t help but lean slightly more into his body. Hank cleared his throat, seeing as no one was speaking up.

“You two texted me that you found possible subjects. Who is it?”

“Two of our neighbours.” You explained softly “They are a couple comprised of a human and an android who need new biocomponents due to being damaged during the revolution. They also fit the model of the blood we’ve found in the Jeffersons' bathroom. The two fit the profile perfectly.”

“Then let’s take them in for questioning.”

“Actually, we’d like you to wait a bit longer, so we can be sure. We have no idea how the two of them would react and if they aren’t the culprits the real ones might take notice of the police proceedings and flee.” Connor reasoned with Hank, his hand never leaving yours. “We did find some human blood at the scene of the last break-in and the plan is to see if it matches the human component of our suspects.”

“The two of them had a medical emergency yesterday to which we helped them back home and they went to get the android part of the couple to CyberLife for repairs. That’s when we found out about the damage to their biocomponents.”

Connor nodded along to your words. “And now we’re planning on getting the human’s blood sample before a new break-in happens.”

“That already happened.”

“What?”

“Didn’t you notice?” Gavin asked in confusion, eyeing Connor. “Someone tried to break into one of the houses on Fairfield Street but they didn’t get inside. The occupants called the police yesterday at around nine.”

Hank looked at the two of you in surprise. “Didn’t you hear any sirens? It wasn’t that far from your house.”

“No, we didn’t.” Connor whispered before his eyes grew wide and he turned his face to yours. “It must have happened when we went on our walk after we left the birthday celebration yesterday. We must have been too far to hear it.”

“That makes sense.” You nodded your head, eyes fixed on Connor. “Could it have been one of our suspects? They texted me earlier today and told me they spent hours at CyberLife after they’d left, and that they got back after twelve. We need to verify those claims.”

“Then instead of comparing the blood samples, we’ll start with going to CyberLife to ask if one of them left early.”

“That sounds like a plan.” Nines concluded before nodding his head. “Once again, please be careful and contact me if you need any of our backup.”

After your call, the two of you had quickly gotten ready to head to CyberLife. While you snatched your keys, Connor grabbed an umbrella to shield you two against the downpour of rain outside. You were just about to head out when there was a ring at the door, so you quickly went over to open it, revealing Ashley and Dave.

“Were you two about to head out?”

“Yes, but if you two need anything we can postpone.” Connor said and quickly ushered the two of them inside, not wanting to raise suspicions with them. “How are you doing, Ashley?”

“Better, thank you.” She smiled softly, leaning heavily on Dave next to her. “Thank you again for your help yesterday.”

“Are we keeping you two from leaving?” Dave asked in slight worry before holding out a small box. “We actually wanted to come over to thank you two and give you this. It’s just some chocolates as a thanks, nothing self-made or anything.”

“That wasn’t necessary.” You looked at Connor before smiling back at your neighbours. “Please, come inside. We wanted to get groceries but we can do that later. Would you like anything to drink?”

“No, thank you.” Ashley said before sighing. “Can I sit down?”

“Of course.”

And so the four of you made your way into the dining room where you all sat around the table, quickly dissolving into speaking about Ashley’s health crisis of the previous day. A few times you two tried to stir the conversation toward the break in the previous night or the murders in general but they always dodged your questions until Dave piped up.

“You two are really interested in these murders, aren’t you?” He mused before narrowing his eyes. “By the way, where did you say you two lived before you moved here?”

“We lived downtown but I don’t think we’ve mentioned that before.” You said softly, reaching out to grasp Connor’s hand, a little uneasy now that they had started questioning you. “Why do you ask?”

“Just curious. You know, you two moved here just recently and I suppose we realised that we don’t know that much about you two.” Dave shrugged his shoulders and draped an arm around Ashley’s shoulders. “You know I’ve always been curious about what model Connor is, now that we’re talking about the two of you. You aren’t one of the more common ones, right?”

Connor nodded his head in agreement. “You’re right, I’m not. I was actually part of a series of custom ordered models. Before the revolution, I was in the possession of an art gallery that didn’t want to use one of the widespread models -- or so I’ve been told.”

“Then you must be very special.”

You smiled at that, hugging his arm and trying to change the subject. “Connor is very special, you’re right about that.”

Ashley looked back at Dave for a second, her LED flickering yellow as she raised an eyebrow at him before turning toward you two again. “By the way, I always wanted to say that I think you two were pretty brave for helping Riley and Stacy that one night during the break-in. You two just went straight to their house to look for the two of them and Steven.”

“You think we shouldn’t have gone?”

“No, not exactly. You two just seemed so confident as you went there, like you’ve gone to something like a crime scene many times before.”

“What are you two? The police?” You chuckled, trying to make light of their questions in the hopes of making them seem ridiculous. “It’s like you’re interrogating us.”

“Love, I think they actually believe that we are the police.” Connor said, sounding almost amused as he leaned closer to you. “Can you imagine? If you were to handle a gun, I think I’d lose my mind in worry.”

“Because you think I couldn’t?”

“I must say that you’re a little clumsy. You cut yourself three times while wrapping Riley’s gift.” Connor chuckled before pressing a kiss to your temple. “But I love you.”

“I love you, too.” You said softly, smiling earnestly as you said those words because deep down you suspected they were true. “Ashley, would you like us to get you some Thirium? We’ve been sat here for a while and after yesterday I think you should keep your Thirium reserves full, so to speak.”

Ashley looked at the two of you before nodding her head. “Please.”

“I’ll go get you some. I could mix it into tea, too.” Connor said and when Ashley nodded he stood up before looking back at you. “Love, would you come with me for a second? After you rearranged the cabinets I couldn’t find the Thirium.”

“I’ll be right back.”

The two of you went into the kitchen where Connor busied himself at the cupboard while you got a mug. Once you two were sure Ashley and Dave were still at the dining table, their voices coming clearly from that part of the house, you turned to Connor.

“They are getting suspicious.”

“I know.” Connor nodded and leaned against the counter. “What do we do now? We can’t question them without them getting suspicious.”

“Well, we can’t exactly leave for CyberLife, either. We don’t have a reason to go there and all other chores could be postponed.”

Connor was quiet for a few seconds, his LED circling yellow before he took a deep breath. You were about to question what he was planning when he grabbed his left ring and middle finger with his right hand before slamming it down on the edge of the counter. They cracked right through and you couldn’t help but scream as you saw them break, his LED beginning to flare a bright red.

“Connor!”

While Ashley and Dave audibly jumped up in the next room you grabbed Connor’s hand to examine his fingers, panic rising in our chest as you watched his face contort in pain as you touched the broken digits.

“They’re broken.” He gasped out just as Ashley and Dave arrived. “I broke them when I fell. We got to go to CyberLife.”

“What happened?”

“I couldn’t reach where she’d put the Thirium and-- and I climbed into the counter but it was wet and I slipped and-- and I think my fingers are broken.” Connor stammered out, obviously in pain as you held his hand gently in yours. “I’m sorry, you two should leave, so I can go get myself fixed up.”

Dave looked at you two before his face contorted into a frown. “You never struck me as clumsy. It’s hard to believe that you’d slip and hurt yourself.”

“You’re saying he broke his own damn fingers on purpose?” You snapped at them, your genuine concern for Connor getting the better of you as you looked up at him, reaching out with your free hand to stroke his cheek. “Let’s get you to CyberLife, Sweetheart.”

“Dave, we should go.”

“I’ll call you two later.”

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“I can’t believe you broke your own fingers, Connor.”

He turned back to you, watching you close the door to your house behind you before fixing him with a serious expression, hands on your hips. You had just gotten back from CyberLife. Thankfully, his fingers had been easily repaired and after flashing the workers your badges they’d also let you see the security footage. That had validated your suspicions because they’d shown Dave leaving CyberLife at around half past eight, only thirty minutes before the attempted break-in on Fairfield Street.

“We needed a reason to get to CyberLife.”

“We could have come up with a solution that didn’t involve you hurting yourself.” You said sternly before taking a deep breath and looking at him for a second. “I’m sorry, I’m just worried. I hate seeing you in pain, Con.”

He gave you a small smile before he hung up his jacket and helped you out of yours. “I admit it wasn’t one of my best plans. Thank you for staying with me the whole time. Visiting CyberLife always makes me sort of nervous.”

“Why is that?”

“Before the revolution, going back to CyberLife has never been a positive experience for me. I know it’s ridiculous but I feel anxious when I go there, especially for things like repairs or scans that aren’t part of routine check-ups.” He explained, looking away from you. “It calmed me down tremendously that you were there with me.”

You released a soft sigh at those words before cupping his cheek, making him look back up at you. “It’s not ridiculous, Connor. Your feelings will never be ridiculous and I’m glad that I can help you feel less anxious.”

“You always make me feel safe.”

“I can only return that sentiment.” You said quietly before turning away from him to take off your shoes and put your keys away. “And we did get our answers.”

Connor looked back at you, LED circling yellow as he watched you move about and he couldn’t help but notice the tone of your voice, so quiet and resigned. As he watched you move about the hallway so slowly, putting your things away before locking the door, he felt concern for you overtake him and a strong desire to comfort you. Slowly, he approached and placed a hand on your shoulder, making you look back at him.

“What are you thinking about?”

He looked at you in concern, head cocked to the side but you didn’t know what to say, you didn’t quite know how to voice your feelings about the answers you had found. So you did the only thing you could think of and wrapped your arms around him, leaning your head on his shoulder in search of comfort. Connor reacted immediately, moving to wrap his arms around you and pull you closer, one hand coming up to stroke your hair. Overwhelmed with your emotions, with your mixed feelings of pity and anger toward Ashley and Dave, with your disappointment of things going back to normal once this investigation was over and your guilt for feeling this way, with your fear of what would happen now that the potential culprits have gotten suspicious of you two, you turned to bury your face at Connor’s neck, clinging to him now.

“I got you.”

“Please, don’t let go.”

“Never.” He said softly, his arms tightening around you and his hand straying from your hair to cup the back of your head. “Do you want to tell me what’s wrong? It might help to articulate what you’re feeling. Hank always tells me that I should because it will make things feel less heavy.”

You were quiet for a few seconds, trying to figure out how to explain your feelings before groaning miserably and moving closer to him. “I don’t know how to articulate what I’m feeling right now.”

“Just give it a try. I don’t care that it’s incoherent. I will listen and I won’t judge you.”

“I feel so conflicted with everything that’s going on. Ashley and Dave have pretty much become friends to us and I really pity her for-- for how dire her situation is and for how this-- all these violent crimes must have seemed like the only option for her. But I also feel so angry at her for hurting these people, for lying to us and for abusing everyone’s trust.” You whispered out, fingers digging into Connor’s back as you prepared yourself for the next part of your confession. “I’m also almost disappointed that we have to get back to the way things were after this is over and I feel so-- so fucking guilty for feeling like that.”

The two of you had never labelled your relationship that had so clearly moved past but on one hand, you were almost certain that Connor’s feelings for you had also grown, that your last confession wouldn’t have made him too uncomfortable. On the other hand, you worried that he’d judge you for your feelings toward the possible culprits. Connor’s prolonged silence made you even more anxious but just as you were about to freak out he moved, leaned his head down to press a kiss to the top of your head and let his lips linger there for a few seconds.

“You don’t have to feel guilty for your feelings and I understand why you’re feeling so conflicted. Ashley and Dave’s situation is tragic, to be damaged and not have access to replacement biocomponents and I do pity them, too. But that doesn’t excuse their actions.” Connor said softly his hand still cradling your head. “I know you feel the same way.”

“I do.”

“You can pity them for the dire situation they’re in without excusing their actions. I also know that you won’t hesitate for even a second to do the right thing and tell Fowler about our suspicions when we call him.”

You took a deep breath, willing away the tears gathering in your eyes at his comforting words and pulled back to meet his eyes. “Thank you, Connor. Thank you for listening and for making the effort to understand my feelings.”

“Of course.” Connor said softly, giving you a comforting smile before reaching out to cup your cheek. “What you feel doesn’t make you a bad person as long as you do the right thing.”

“You said you felt the same about Ashley and Dave. Do you want to talk about how you feel?”

“I think you’ve summed it up pretty well. I do feel pity for their situation but also anger toward them because of their actions.” Connor mused, letting his hand drop from your cheek and sighing. “But I suppose that I also feel rather angry that someone would even have to resort to something like what they did, that these new laws about producing vital biocomponents are taking so long to pass. No one in charge feels responsible for this and I have frequent contact with Markus, so I know that he is trying really hard.”

Gently, you reached up to stroke his cheek once he’d stopped speaking, hoping to comfort him a little. “I get why you’re angry about this. I will never understand how no one feels responsible for helping people and how the ones who need help are just left to wait. The only thing I can hope for is that Ashley and Dave’s motif will be broadcast to the public and that it will spark a new interest in this whole issue.”

“That might happen, you’re right. I never thought of that but I do hope that is what happens” Connor looked at you for a second before releasing a deep breath and giving you a small relieved chuckle. “I was right, talking about these things really helped. Thank you for listening to me.”

“I’ll always listen to you.”

With your faces still mere centimetres apart, the two of you simply looked at each other for a few seconds until his eyes fell onto your lips and you took this as an invitation to kiss him, bringing your hands up to gently hold his face as you did. His eye fell shut and you allowed yours to do the same as his hands found their way to your back to pull you closer until you were pressed against him while yours came to rest on his chest, feeling his Thirium pump beating wildly underneath them.

Had it not been almost completely obvious to you that you two had become more than friends before, it was now. Kissing in public, in the presence of your neighbours who you were putting up a show for could have still been written off as playing your role but now in the privacy of your home, there were no excuses anymore. And as you pulled back you felt confident in finally voicing your feelings but before you could Connor opened his mouth to speak.

“We don’t have to go back to the way things were.”

Before you could answer the two of you were interrupted by your phone ringing. Cursing under your breath and knowing it was probably one of your colleagues calling, you fished it from your pocket and indeed, you saw that Hank was calling you. You told him who it was and the two of you separated before you picked up the video call.

“We have news.”

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wrttnstrsss · 20 days ago

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New chapters, better in pairs.

Summary:

Years after the successful deviant revolution and the Act For Protection of Android Rights (AFPAR), Lieutenant Anderson is retiring with honors, having to leave both the office and his loyal partner, Connor. However, since Connor really enjoys working for the police and having a partner, Hank ends up asking one last favor; appointing Connor to be the partner of a detective who is returning to Detroit after 6 years serving in a secret mission. Turns out this one is no other than Lian, who was Hank's most diligent (and annoying) intern.

New cases, new problems, new characters and new choices, will Connor be up to this new, challenging situation?

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Prologue.

The flickering neon lights flashed through the windows of the bar and lit up the night street, while festive music escaped through every crack and some cheers were too loud to ignore. The door opened with the characteristic creak that he had heard thousands of times, letting in the already renowned investigator, who wore a suit with a long coat over it and a slight smile. "Laters, old man" was written on a rectangular canvas poorly placed on the wall, with some confetti on the floor and a smell of beer that might permeate his clothes. It was most noticeable that he was late.

"Connor! You’ve finally arrived son, come here!"

The android immediately turned his gaze, the corner of his lips curving slightly upwards before approaching and hugging his mentor, the mere smell telling him that he had already drunk perhaps one or five drinks, god knows. Hank ended up separating from him and making the android spin with his arm over his shoulders, leading him with the others to have a long talk about plans for retirement, the change in the world with the rights of androids, relationship status and so on. Connor limited himself to laughing, making a moderately sarcastic comment and shaking his head at the things that made the others in the department laugh, several being a few years away from retirement as well. Would he retire? The idea of following the human life that his co-workers seemed to lead was, to a certain extent, tempting; work, meet someone, get married, have children, retire, complain about the young people of today and maybe die later. Of course, androids did not die at 80 or 90 years of age, but there must have been some resemblance to the notorious pattern of life to which their companions aspired. Was it something that would make him happy? He knew people who hadn't followed that course and seemed to be fulfilled too, so he wasn't totally sure, was it that necessary to make plans for the future and have something to look forward to?

The music was as loud as it could be, yet he was still sitting at the bar, playing with the coin in his hands as he lost himself in a variety of thoughts, in the images of his peers showing off their accomplishments, whether professional or personal, but each one made it seem like they had something that made them to go on, regardless of anything. And of course, Connor had always liked his job and especially the experience of having worked with Lieutenant Anderson all these years, but now that he paused to think about it and watch life go by, he realized that he had genuinely not made plans for the future, of any kind.

A moment more passed in that silence until Hank sat down next to him, a huge smile on his face as he watched his companions laugh and toast.

"You know? A part of me is going to miss these guys. Except for Gavin, I hope he doesn't give you any more headaches when I'm gone. Speaking of which, will you still be working in the Detroit police, kid?"

"Detective Gavin is just a cop trying to do his job, Lieutenant. I doubt very much that we will have any more problems in the future." Connor paused before answering the next question, looking at the teammates who were bumping into each other, provoking a soft smile on his face. "Regarding your next question, I think there is no better place to work, I will simply miss doing it with such a capable colleague."

Hank ended up laughing hard, slapping Connor's back as he took another swig from the bar, rocking the liquid in a circular motion and letting out a sigh. He would certainly miss working with Connor, too, but he was too old to keep chasing criminals.

"Hey boy, they won't give you a raise for flattering, do you hear me?" There was a somewhat sad tone in his voice, but Connor preferred not to delve into it, not after witnessing how hard it was for Hank to overcome depression. The lieutenant kept stirring his drink, just watching it without drinking, letting a bitter sigh come out of his chest. The glass was left back on the bar, settling into the chair to face the same direction. "Son, I feel like something is bothering you, and I don't know what the fuck it is, but I think you should start talking before you grow another damn LED on your head that lights up permanently yellow."

The android couldn't help but laugh lightly, something Hank's flowery vocabulary provoked in him sometimes, but he was certainly right; Lately Connor had been thinking about the reason for existence, the purpose for continuing to exist and how one moves forward after such a change. Of course, he wasn't going to admit to Hank that the uncertainty of the change affected him a bit, the lieutenant would probably laugh and tell him something about how he has always known how to improvise and do things on the spot, which was very different from the current situation.

"I was wondering about the path of life that everyone chooses, Lieutenant. You are retiring today and officially you will stop not only being a policeman, but also going to the office, and I ask myself, what will you do with your free time? I hear others express their need to finally spend time with their families, study something, travel, etc. However, I do not know what you will do, or if that would be a viable option for me, in the sense of knowing what it is that I will do now, other than being a policeman. I see that everyone has goals and accomplishments, clear and concise paths to follow, and I just know that I want to continue working in the police, but I do not know anything else other than that." And he immediately turned to Hank, waiting for an answer.

The lieutenant only nodded repeatedly, at least before he did his best to get serious and start laughing at his failed attempt. He ended up slapping Connor's back again, pointing at his teammates and repeatedly shaking his head.

"Them? They're just as lost as you or me Connor. They just try to give meaning to life to continue living, because the truth is that life has no meaning, and that's okay. Besides, it's not like that decision is important to make now, you have things to do, dumbass. Like, I don't know, finding a work partner? You always seemed like the kind to enjoy company."

And Hank wasn't wrong, certainly Connor had enjoyed working with the lieutenant, but would his work with someone else be just as good?

"Speaking of which," Hank interrupted, "Since you seem to be looking for a partner for your cases and investigations, why don't you opt for someone you already know? She arrived long before you, but she's sitting all the way back drinking wine, probably tired from the trip."

Noticing that the android tilted his head in confusion, Hank led him with his arm over his shoulders, guiding him to the back of the bar where the poor lighting hid a figure that was drinking wine in silence, notoriously lost in thought. Connor's shoulders tightened as the figure stood up, finally appreciating the features of the person in front of him, not distinguishing at first whether it was a man, a woman, whatever. A quick face analysis confirmed his suspicions, but he only managed to open his mouth a little, not knowing why he couldn't make a sound.

"A pleasure to see you again. Lieutenant, investigator, it’s been 6 years, a long time if you ask me."

"What’s with all that 'lieutenant' bullshit, come here Lian." Hank scoffed, opening his arms gently to give her a light welcome hug, whispering a "Don't get used to hugs, that's what we have Connor for" as he gently squeezed her in his arms. She looked a little awkward, but she allowed it because she certainly hadn't seen him in a long time.

"Lian, you have changed a lot."

The redhead just turned to look at him in silence, while Connor stretched out his hand gently to greet her. She shook his hand to salute him, a grimace that oscillated between a smile and a plea to flee on her face.

"Detective Tzab for you, gentlemen."

The three of them took their seats, she returned to her glass of wine while Hank recalled with a sly smile the good times when she was his intern and had helped solve many cases here and there, Lian laughing a little, talking to Hank about things she discovered and ate in her long working stay in Mexico, without giving many details, but it seemed funny to a certain extent. However, Connor and Lian hadn't exchanged many words, not yet at least.

"So, Lian. I heard that some callous insensitive redhead flew in as soon as my position was freed up and negotiated to get it right there, isn’t it? Wow, you couldn't wait a second to get rid of this old man."

Immediately Connor turned to Hank, alternating his gaze between the two.

"Lieutenant, excuse me, will she be my co-worker? Can I opt for resignation at this point? Or to be deactivated?" Again, he looked at Hank, seemingly elated and not knowing whether the logical reaction was to laugh or to be confused, the music in the bar being totally ignored by his ears. Sure, he didn't hate the idea, but certainly that wasn't the same Lian he met years ago, she seemed more reserved than he remembered, and while Lian always had a level of seriousness, why did she avoid talking to him? "I could also choose the death by a thousand cuts."

"Son, does it bother you so much? Did you fight? If so, figure it out like adults, you dumbasses."

"It's sarcasm, Lieutenant." They both intervened, this interaction causing them to turn to stare at each other in an awkward silence.

"Well! It looks like you'll work very good."

The conversation continued, Hank and Lian talking for a while longer about old times that Connor barely remembered, then thinking about why he didn't remember so much of it. He was an android, shouldn't have forgotten it, right? His train of thought was interrupted when she got up from her seat, saying goodbye to Hank with a kind smile and wishing him well.

When their eyes met again, she only gave him a polite smile as a farewell, moving smoothly towards the exit, but being quickly chased by the android.

"Detective Tzab, wait."

Lian turned slightly, looking into his eyes. Thunder sounded loudly in the gray sky of Detroit, announcing the impending rain, while Connor offered his umbrella to the redhead. Another thunderclap, this one getting her to frown and shake her head, taking out of her bag some small noise cancellers and placing them in her ears.

“7:00 A.M, Connor.”

And the rain fell, as she turned and walked in silence, leaving Connor there with the umbrella in his hands and confusion on his face. He had analyzed her a thousand times that night and nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

Maybe she was just displeased of seeing him.

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Guys this is my first time publishing a fic on tumblr so idk how tags work or how to make it with style and so on. Posted on AO3 (Spanish version also in AO3)

I'll try to update every two weeks but be patient.

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