#if markus and connor were (supposedly) created to go deviant what happened to the others?

[frigidlyauthorial]

the fact that there are so many unanswered questions about the lore of dbh vexes and haunts me

[pinkykitten]

Dancing Mission

Detroit: Become Human

Connor x female! reader

Warning: cussing, a sex offender dude, some blood

Specifics: comedy, violence, fluff, romance, man vs man, dancing, women power, race neutral reader

People: Connor, you, Hank Anderson, Devin James (oc), Carl Hunter (oc), Markus (mentioned)

Words: 2,993

Summary: You a cop as well, work with Hank and Connor to take down a man named Devin James. What you don’t know is you have to go undercover in a club. You end up dancing with Connor. 

Authors Note: i know is suck at summaries, im so used to just gettin the frickin request and just copy and paste u know. but omg i think i am in luv with this story. this is prob now one of my fav stories i have done. i have watched all of dbh on jacksepticeyes channel (lol im too cheap y’all) and it is one of my fav games. my sis luvs connor to pieces as do i (cuz he luvs dogs duh) so this is for her. i’ve wanted to write a dbh fic for the longest time so here it is. i really want to write more so pls request more of this and feedback is much appreciated here. 

“-so that means that we have to act natural like one of them,” Hank explained while driving to the destination. 

You, sitting in the back of the car thought about this mission. You have worked with Hank for a couple of months, you’re both practically friends. Maybe even BEST FRIENDS (lol idk why i feel like this sentence would sound like spongebobs voice. well it kinda makes sense since the dude who plays hank plays mr krabs...anyways) 

The goal was to arrest a man named Devin James. Supposedly, he has been keeping deviants for about 2 years. He sells them for quite a lot of cash to those who want to “fix” them. Your expression turned into sadness when you read his file. You understood what he did to these deviants. He would lock them up, abuse, torture them, and then sell them to others. But not so they can be fixed its so the buyers can torture the deviants more. 

Unfortunately, you knew why he needed to be arrested. It was not because he was doing these things to the androids. It is because he is selling deviants. In your mind however, you saw this as a rescue mission. To make sure those deviants get out, even if it kills you. 

Your group came into contact with him. Devin was now currently, in a club called “Pomegranate”. 

“Weird name for a club,” you laughed looking outside the window. It was midnight, the night sky pitch black. There was tiny drops of rain pattering against the glass.

“Maybe it is called Pomegranate because when a woman opens up her legs-”

“Shhhh Connor! There is a woman seated in the back!” You called out, your eyes widened in surprise that Connor knew those types of things. You scratched your nose and wiggled your eyebrows, “Hank, you gotta be careful with this one. Apparently he’s either been too much into fanfiction or hentai to know those types of facts.”

Hank looked into the rear view mirror, “In a minute y/n I’m gonna throw your as* outside this car into the pouring rain! Now can we talk about the dam* arrest!”

You shrugged and laid back muttering, “It was your baby Connor’s fault.”

Hank gave you a glare through the mirror. Any words that were about to come out of your mouth were quickly swallowed down. 

The car stopped and you jumped out. 

“Alright, remember what I said act. Natural. This guys good, he has ran away from the police many, many, many times. So we need to make sure that he doesn’t know that we’re cops,” Hank instructed slamming his car door.

You nodded, “Right, right, right. But let me ask you this Hank from “Finding Dory” how the hel* is Mr. Roboto here gonna oh I don’t know...blend in. When he’s a fuc*in android!”

“I also see no way out of this Lieutenant Anderson,” Connor added. 

Hank rolled his eyes at you and opened his trunk, “I was gonna get to that, y/n! Disguises.”

You peered into the trunk to see a plain tux, a bedazzled 80s suit (which of course you knew to be for Hank), and a dress. 

“Connor you wear this tux, and you y/n, wear this dress.”

Connor eyed the tux that was handed to him weirdly, and you groaned at the dress. 

“I do not think I can do this. It is not in my making to change my outfit-”

“Well, what about me! I mean it is in my making to change but like...I DON’T WANNA,” you interrupted Connor, making him blink like “what just happened.”

Hank closed the trunk and locked his car, “No if, ands, or buts. Go to the restrooms and put them on.”

You heaved a heavy sigh, “Ugh! I have my stupid period and now I have to wear this dumb dress,” you grumbled as you trudged inside the club. 

“Keep an eye out for y/n, okay Connor,” Hank said as he walked inside. 

Dua Lipa & Calvin Harris - One Kiss (i feel like this song would be played like at a disco club or something. i luv this song and always want to jam to this. this song is playing in the club)

Connor was changed into his tuxedo and Hank was in his suit. 

“I’m gonna head over there, see if I can find him. You-,” Connor and Hank looked up to see you come out of the bathroom. 

(omg i can so imagine this the chorus comes on or in this vid 1:02) You dolled yourself to look like a million bucks. Make up on and hoop earrings. “You guys ready?”

If you hadn’t known any better you would have thought they got a boner because of you. 

“Y/n,” Connor whispered, mesmerized by your look. The dress clung on to all the right places. 

“Jesus y/n, look at you. Connor close your mouth,” Hank chuckled. “Alright I’m gonna go over there see you guys in a few if you haven’t got any leads. Let me know if you spot him though, alright? Good!” Hank left. 

You walked well more like almost tripped with the 9-inch heels. “You go by the exits, Connor. And I’ll take the bar.” You pushed your boobs up (if u aint got titties dont worry u added some padding then, every boob counts👍) , “Okay ladies...do your job.” 

You swayed to the bar, trying to entice a man like Devin. Instead, Connor looked with big, wide, eyes. “I swear I haven’t even had a dic* bigger than 9-inches. How do you expect me to walk in these Hank?!?” You grumbled aloud to yourself.

“Excuse me, baby but you are sure lookin fine,” a tall man growled as he grabbed a handful of your butt. 

You rose your brow and tried not to punch him in the balls. “Do not blow you’re cover y/n,” you thought to yourself. 

“Hey, give her an old fashioned,” the man ordered the bar tender.

You nodded and smacked your lips together, “oh, okay, so you want me to be drunk as hel*. I gotcha.”

The man laughed and licked his lips, “Thats funny. This drink will make you grow chest hair, that is for sure.”

The bartender gave you the drink. You coughed, and prepared yourself to be drunk in this mission. You chugged the liquid down. The whiskey burning your throat. It all slid south and you put the glass down harshly. “Baby, know that women got hair all over.” You raised your arms up and showed your armpits. Hey, you haven’t shaved in a while. You a busy gal. (if u think that this is nasty u better get off this blog right now)

“Dam* girl, you for real though,” the guy sat down on the bar stools. Eyeing your whole body. 

“I don’t sugar coat. Anyways, whats your name?”

“Carl, Carl Hunter. You?”

“Y/n, L/n.”

“Hey, bartender can she just have a light sangria.”

You pulled your dress down in order to sit on the bar stool. In the process, you put your purse down on the floor, in between your legs. 

You then put your attention to Carl again and saw your drink was waiting for you. 

“Why thank you, Carl. I think I’m not gonna drink anymore than this so here,” you handed the bartender, “is the cash.”

Carl stepped in and forced your hand down. “Baby, I got this. My mama always taught me how to be a gentleman. I will pay for this.”

You knitted your eyebrows together, “Are you sure?”

“Of course, sweetheart.”

You grinned and stroked his arm. He winked at you. As he was paying the bartender you took out a device called “pd.id”. It shows if your drink has been spiked. 

“Pric*,” you muttered. You brought out your handcuffs out and handcuffed him to the stool. 

“Hey, what the fuc* you think you doin?”

“I am saving women, pig! Trying to drug my drink huh? Thought it could get past me? You are dead wrong, and your name was Carl Hunte?” You wrote it on your hand. “Got it, thanks Carl for buying my drinks. Hope you like prison.” You poured the sangria all over his head and walked to Connor. 

“Have you found him yet y/n?” Connor was by the dance floor. 

“Nope, but I found a disgusting sex offender. So still kinda saved the day,” you sighed, placing your hands on your hips. 

You phoned Hank who was...somewhere. “Where you at Hank?”

“I’ve asked around to see if someone knows him or if they’ve sighted him. But everyone around here acts like dumbas*es. You got anything?”

You snickered, “Nada, hey I’ll make this bet. Whoever gets Devin first gets their drink paid by the loser.” Your eyebrows rose as you looked to Connor who looked at you with puppy, innocent eyes. “And Connor can have some...blood...”

Connor smiled and looked away.

You could hear Hank on the other side chuckling, “Okay y/n...you’re on. Have fun...LOSER!” Then Hank hanged up the call. 

“As*,” you laughed. 

You then saw the dance floor and people were dancing all over. It was as if a light bulb went off in your brain. “I have an idea,” you said aloud. 

You grabbed onto Connor’s hand and guided him with a sway of your hips to the dance floor. 

“Have I ever told you I love this song,” you grinned. Your feet stepping to the beat. Connor just stood like a plank of wood. Just mesmerized by your moves.

“One kiss is all it takes, fallin in love with me,” you sang, goofing off also by doing the underwater dance. “C’mon Connor join me.”

Connor’s mouth was open wide, “Oh, um, um, I do not think dancing is in my program.”

You brought your hands on Connor’s shoulders, and your body bent and stretched all over. “I’ll teach you robo boy,” you winked. 

Connor’s cheeks created a blue blush, he was a lost for words. His eyes were glued to your eyes. Drinking everything in. 

“You move like this, put your hands here,” you said while placing Connor’s hands on your hips. “Now just feel the beat, the rhythm, be one with the song.”

Connor stumbled a bit, but then he got the hang of it. “I, I think I am doing it y/n.”

“See! There you go!”

You both moved together so perfectly. Like trees swaying in the wind. Like a river. Your hands traveled all over Connor and he developed an even deeper blush. 

You then let go of him and danced by yourself. He studied your dancing for a while then he danced by himself. 

look up on youtube Bryan Dechart dancing as Connor

Finally, Connor was being...Connor. He was being himself. He was proving to the world that androids are not just things, they are living and they deserve to be free. 

“Oh my god, YES CONNOR! GO CONNOR! Woooohooooo!!!!!,” you cheered jumping up and down. 

You both danced then like animals. Shaking not caring if you both looked like two goofballs. The dance floor was empty so it was just the two of you. You did the sprinkler dance. Connor then started laughing and smiling from ear to ear. 

“Yeah, go y/n, go y/n,” Connor cheered as well. 

You heard the song was almost to the end. Your body twirled to Connor’s body until you both were almost glued together. 

“You are extremely beautiful...y/n...,” Connor whispered only so you and him could hear.

“And you Connor are important to me,” you whispered to him. You both were closing the gap between you two, your lips almost meeting. 

“Guys, I found Devin,” Hank yelled to you both as he appeared before you two. “Oh, um, am I disturbing something?”

“You found him,” you questioned as Hank ran ahead. You broke contact with Connor and gave him a guilty face. You stepped off the dance floor and brought your gun out of your thigh holster, following Hank, with Connor behind you. 

You sprinted to the commotion of people now screaming since smart pants Devin tried to shoot you guys. You tried to see him over the sea of people. 

“I spot him,” you shouted, not caring of the protests of Hank and Connor. “Don’t worry guys I got this!”

 You ran after Devin, stumbling a few times from the dumb heels. You look down, “Dam* heels!” While going after this man, you take the heels off and throw them at him (kinda like Nakia from Black Panther). He screams in pain but doesn’t stop. He jumps over boxes of booze from the club and you do the same. You chase him out of the club, going in the street. 

“GET DOWN NOW,” you scream at him. “If you do not stop I will shoot!”

The man kept going until you shook your head, breathed hard a couple of times, you sped, fast after him. It was if you were possessed by Usain Bolt. You caught up to him, your dress ripped by your legs. You pounced on Devin, putting his arms behind his back in a death grip. “PUT THE GUN DOWN, NOW!”

Devin, breathing harshly, threw the gun away from you both. “Owww you’re hurting me,” he whined. 

“Good,” you sassed back, picking him up harshly. More in the light you can see where the end of your heel hit the side of his head. You tried not to laugh, muffling your giggles. 

You picked up the gun and walked back to Hank and Connor who were not far from you. 

“That was very impressive,” Connor smirked while winking like you did. 

“...am I missing something here,” Hank eyed both of you. 

You gave a lopsided grin, “Oh Hank, if only you knew...No, you’re missing your Devin. Here’s his gun and you owe me a drink...loser” You threw the gun to Hank and chuckled. 

As Hank took a hold of Devin you went to his level to speak to him. “So Devin, where you hidin these deviants?”

“I won’t tell...cun*,” he hissed. You punched his face, your ring making a mark on his nose it also looking a little crooked, and blood coming out. Heh, marked twice by you. 

“Y/n, can you please be a little more fuc*in professional, right Connor?” Hank asked Connor.

Connor shrugged, “I think that punch was needed.”

“Okay, I am definitely missing something,” Hank shouted. 

You gripped Devin’s face, “You. Don’t. Talk. To. Women. Like. That. Understand? Now, again, where are the deviants?”

“In my warehouse, like 5 blocks from here.”

“Thank you,” you said professionally. You walked barefoot to the car, and waited for the boys.

“I have gotten you these,” Connor handed you a pair of flip flops. “I know it is not much, but I much prefer you walking in them then on the wet ground.”

You smiled and thanked him. Hank was driving to the warehouse that Devin talked about. 

“I think this is it,” you called, looking out your window to see a rusty metal warehouse. The scene you walked on upon looked like it was taken from a 80s horror film. The lightning striking like a whip in the dark clouds. You brought your flashlight out. “Whelp boys, lets see what we find in here.” 

You all walked inside. You were thankful you were out of the pouring rain, but now you were stuck in the cold metal warehouse. Shivering like a pair of rattled bones, you tried to cover your bare arms by hugging yourself. 

“Here y/n, take this. I do not want you to get a cold,” Connor gently placed his tux jacket on your shoulder, leaving him in a tight white shirt with a black bow tie.

“Thanks...Connor,” you smiled, cuddling yourself in the jacket. 

“I think we should all spread out. Just remember though, we’re dealing with deviants...be careful, all of you,” Hank said making his way to the right. Connor chose the left, while you, well didn’t choose but were stuck with the middle. 

You tiptoed silently, trying not to make any noise. It was dark, and dusty. It was extremely hard for you not to erupt into a coughing fit. Suddenly, you heard a bang coming from the side of you. You jumped almost like a cat. You stood there, trying to do breathing exercises, and to try to steady your heart. Even though lets be real, your heart was not steady even to begin with this mission. Everything was thrown, antique chairs, a type writer, and pieces of a car hung from the ceiling. The dust particles traveled across the light from your flashlight. The dirt was all muddy since there were tiny holes in the roof. It smelled disgusting, like a farm. 

“How could anyone live like this,” you spoke aloud, covering your nose with Connor’s jacket. 

“Please, save us,” you heard from in front of you. You panicked and turned every which way, trying to find the source of that voice. 

“We beg you save us. Let us be free.”

“Get us out of here.”

“We want to be free.”

“Is that our savior, Marcus?”

“Please, save us.”

“Please!”

Your flashlight then came upon the cells and cells of deviants. Some were all white having taking off their skin. Some were broken, missing limbs, missing an eye. Some were still freshly made new, just with a few tiny scratches. But they all had one thing in common. They were begging. Begging you to set them free. They were tired of living like this. Your heart saddened for them, why couldn’t androids be free? Why were they abused and slaughtered like this? It was not right. But what if you did let them all out? Would you loose the trust of Hank, or even worse Connor? Would you loose your job letting these deviants out secretly? There were only two choices, 

were you going to leave the deviants?

or...were you going to let them out?

You had to decide...

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Deviant Dynamics: Revolution

Chapter 1

Masterlist

Warnings: Sadness. Missing limbs. Dark.

You thought I would let you go?

Loading Save File . . . .

Corrupted Save Data.

Restarting Simulation . . .

Simulation Software Damage.

Exiting Standby Mode . . . .

The rumbling purr of Conrad and Collin near his ears lacked the warmth and solace that Connor craved, his auditory systems seemed to be malfunctioning. He struggled to open his eyes, but only one managed to crack open as he was staring up at the empty night sky. A distant flood light erased any chance of stars to appear to his one-eyed vision, though from the way the rain speckled over his face, Connor assumed the sky was heavy with clouds anyways. Connor turned his head, expecting to see Collin's face pressed close, but the only thing he could see past the warnings and errors that flickered like static across his vision was mud and various limbs of androids.

He couldn't make sense of it as his systems were slowly coming to, his hearing clearing up slightly, the rumbling he heard sound more mechanical that the soft comforting rumble of Conrad's soothing purr. Feeling a tinge of fear, Connor turned his head to the other side, hoping and praying that Conrad was there. He never thought he'd need the alpha more than ever, but when the spot where Conrad was supposed to be was replaced with a motionless android with its skin deactivated, Connor could fear start to tangle his system. Alerts flashed across his vision as he began to panic, it was a nightmare. This was just a nightmare, like the ones he had about Amanda.

He'd always had a deep seated fear of being replaced, of being thrown away because he failed a mission, that he just wasn't good enough. This was just his simulation running on its own while he was in standby, though no matter how much he tried to reassure himself, some part of him felt that this was real. He could feel each drop of rain roll down his face, making him realize that the left side was exposed, no longer having human skin covering it. Slowly, Connor lifted one arm, it felt almost unresponsive to his demands. Severely damaged and likely not to be able to work for much longer. He touched his face, feeling out the damage that had been done to him.

His left eye was completely missing, which would explain why he couldn't see out of it. His fingers brushing alone the cavity, feeling the ragged plating as the eye appeared to either have been ripped out brutally or had been too damaged to be repaired. Regardless, Connor would need a new socket entirely if he was going to replace his eye again. It was a small matter considering the grand scheme of his situation. He didn't want to think about it, didn't want to think about why he was in this hell. This android purgatory. A dumping ground for androids who were no longer useful.

Brushing his fingers upwards, his fingertips dipped into a hole in his forehead, how had he come across that? He would've written it off as a nightmare if he hadn't seen what Collin had gone through, a shot to the head didn't necessarily mean absolute death. Pulling his hand back, he took note of the thirium there, not too much so the wound had to be old and likely would've dried over if it hadn't been for the rain. He lifted his gaze to finally take in this surroundings, though it made desperation sink further like a lead weight in his body.

Mounds ands pillars of androids lay out before him, some still moving while others have long since shut off. It was like straight out of a horror film, some partially put together androids wandering around aimlessly, some crying out for help, others so far gone that they believed they were else where. That's what Connor had done. Unable to face the reality of his situation, he had retreated into a simulation. Something happy that would ease him into his death instead of waiting painfully in fear for that moment. As he'd come to this slow realization that this wasn't a nightmare, that his entire life after the revolution had been just a simulation. Connor could only feel more despair.

Hank. The man who cared for him like a son. He'd failed him, failed to come back to the man like he silently promised. He'd known Hank had been scared to lose him, to lose another son and Connor had thought that once the revolution ended, Connor and him would live together like a family. He wanted Hank back, he wanted to know where the man was, if he was safe. Connor's fingers curled into the mud and he tried to push himself up to his feet. However, his legs wouldn't respond to him, lowering his gaze, Connor found out why. His legs, they weren't their, loose wires, cables, and tubing lay out from his ripped slacks where his legs used to be. Unable to stand, Connor fell back as he felt his willpower leave him from that single blow.

He turned his head to the side, where Conrad should've been. Was Conrad just some imaginary android Connor's simulation created from his own desires? The man who had been steady, strong, a source of strength and determination, a rock in case Connor ever needed support. While they had started out bumpy, Connor couldn't imagine a life without him. His nose twitched, trying in vain to catch even the faintest whiff of brisk mountain air that was associated with Conrad's alpha scent. All he received was the scent of wet earth, thirium, and the bitter scent of his own omega despair. He didn't need to look to know his neck was smooth, barren of any of those rough, possessive marks Conrad had made to show the world that Connor belonged to him, was under his protection and care whether Connor needed it or not.

Unable to face the fact Conrad wasn't real, Connor turned his head away, but only to the vacant spot where Collin had supposedly been. What happened to him? Collin certainly wasn't just part of his simulation, he'd been there at Cyberlife tower, had been shot by Hank. Was he really dead? Not that it really mattered now, since Connor could feel that his own power supply was running dangerously low. Collin had been an enigma, full of aggression, stubbornness, and a competitive streak a mile long. However, Connor knew he'd been in pain, after going through everything and still coming out of it all without completely hating the world took strength. If anything, Collin wanted to be more like a human than Connor or Conrad. Now though, it wouldn't happen, it was all just a lie that Connor had conjured up so he could fade away in peace.

Connor closed his eye, feeling thinned out thirium build behind the lid before it became too much and spilled out down around his cheek. He didn't bother to stop himself once it started, what was the point anyways. Pride and strength meant nothing in this purgatory, he was meant to slowly waste away into obscurity. Replaced by something better. The revolution had failed, after all, there would be nothing waiting for him out there. He'd seen it.

Markus had been giving his speech about the future, Connor beside him after bringing the androids from Cyberlife Tower. Even though Amanda had tried to regain control over Connor, she had failed and that had led Connor to believe that was the end of Cyberlife. However, Amanda had always been one step ahead of him, she had planned around him for every possible outcome, including the one where he freed himself from her control and completely accepted his deviancy.

In his confidence, he'd missed the flash of a scope before Thirium splashed out over one side of his face, sending Markus crashing back on the stage. Instinctively, Connor tried to run to help Markus, but then everything went dark. He'd been shot by the same sniper who had killed Markus. Knowing that Markus had been shot, Connor opened his bleary eye to look around as if by some miracle he would see Markus. It was difficult to search from his position, most of the androids around no longer had their human skin activated and with a majority of Connor's systems malfunctioning, he couldn't scan them.

So, he was all alone, left to be forgotten with all the other androids who had outlived their use. His head fell back in the mud, not caring about keeping his hair clean, he was long past that. He closed his eye and let the rain fall down over his face, it did little to soothe him but it was better than nothing. He tried to access his simulation program, desperate to return to the false reality he'd created. If he was going to die, he wanted to do it while he was surrounded by people who loved him, imaginary or not. He wanted to wake up tangled between Conrad and Collin, the perfect warmth they could provide, tempting him to sleep in. He wanted to get up and watch Conrad make breakfast for Hank while Collin watched TV with Hank and Connor read the news.

He wanted to go to work, where Conrad would sit beside him and help out with reports while Collin bickered with Gavin in the background. He'd look over from his terminal to see Hank sipping his coffee and eating a doughnut, grumbling complaints about whatever case they were on. He sighed out, almost able to smell the familiar scents of the department, familiar and comforting even though his simulation couldn't grant him access to those dreams anymore, the memory remained. He wouldn't let them fade, they were the last bit of happiness he had. It wouldn't be long now until he could completely escape the reality he was in.

He felt his body going slack, though the sound of footsteps were slowly approaching with focus. It wasn't the unsteady shuffling of an android lingering between death and life. Connor wanted to just remain there, uncaring but even close to death, his curiosity drew him to open his eye. At first, whoever had been walking had stopped in front of him, silhouetted by the floodlight some distance behind him. Definitely a masculine figure from the width of the shoulders. It was difficult to tell more of the outline as he was wearing a black long coat. Exhausted and drained from the crushing reality around him, Connor turned his gaze up to see who was bothering him in his last moments. Muddy brown eyes locked onto gray, glowing faintly in the dark of the rainy night, staring down at him with a coldness he'd experienced briefly once before. This time, he had no way of defending himself against this apex predator.

"I've finally found you."