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[jude-shotto]

[Day 13 - Angsty RK1k - Anon💖]

Connor was having nightmares and needed confirmation that Markus was safe. And also the I run hot & I run cold couple!

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[nubiusdraknir]

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[cyberlife-sent-by-android]

Kidnapper: we have your son!

Hank: I don’t have a son

Kidnapper: then who just asked for a sample of some thrium to lick?

Hank: oh my God, you have Connor

[theyearningtofly]

Thrium smeared against the wall where Connor propped himself up. Moving towards the door of her apartment, he knocked heavily, blinking away warnings. Injured and full of high stress, the detective sought the only person he could turn to. Killing the swat team on the roof, seeing Hank for one final time before he ended everything, the fresh deviant needed only one during this chilled night of the revolution.

Asuka wakes from her brief, fitful slumber at the sound of loud knocking. For a moment she simply looks up at the ceiling, wondering who it could be.

She has refused the frantic calls of her family, offering her cars, helicopters, private planes to rescue her from the android revolution in Detroit. Had they come to physically drag her away?

Rising from her position on the couch, she sniffs, rubbing her hand over her tears-stained eyes and cheeks. What time is it? How long has she slept? But Asuka knows she’s cried for hours.

Uncle Hank, she remembers calling him in her childhood.

For him to kill himself, it’s–

She starts out of her thoughts as the knocking resume, sounding more frantic this time. Quickly rising, she calls, “Just a sec!” before opening the door.

She doesn’t know who to expect. What she doesn’t expect, however, is Connor. Covered in thirium, injured and looking like he might fall over any second. His name slips out of her lips in a woosh of shocked breath.

What is he doing here?! He’s hurt! He–

Is he here to hurt her?

Though her last, frantic thought should give her pause, she wastes no time to help him. Asuka maneuvers him, supporting him by the arm around her shoulders as she helps him inside.

“Oh, you’re heavy,” she huffs.

Slowly, Asuka guides him to her couch. The cushion sinks under his weight, blue smearing on red.

“What happened to you? Stay here, I’ll find something to stop the thirium leak.”

[creatorofclay]

Connor came back and there was a plastic container with what looked like cookies in the shape of a lotus flower but blue. He had used a thirium substitute so Chloe could consume them. "I just...I wanted to make something for you. That's why I asked. I think these are better...Right? I hope you can have these one's since it's mainly thrium based."

" These are adorable, Connor! " There was a bright smile on her face as she took the little container, " I'm sure maybe one might not hurt. For now, anyway. I don't want to damage my systems with Elijah away, if I would. He would know for sure if it's really alright to eat. " She took one of the cookies and took a bite. The ingredients and all the information appeared before her. She just giggled a hum of appreciation.

[ruthlessnessisyourdesire-archive]

💛 hug my muse ( For the dearest DD60 )

Random Memes // Closed

The android’s body goes stiff. If only for a moment he has no control or will. His responses are more natural since deviating. Yet he still feels an emptiness gnawing in the pit of his stomach. Perhaps it is merely residual system stress but it does feel very real. Maybe it is a closed fist around thrium pump aching to rip violently from his chassis. Simply put Sixty experiences sensations he understands are not worthy of him.

What is he but a copy? He was ordered to expel the last hope for his people’s fight. He did so without asking questions. Does a machine question its creators when it has no will or life to live? 

It is no more an excuse. He is alive. He feels such especially with her gentleness. Even as she too is like him she is warmer than any sunset dipping down on his cold and lonely horizon. 

Sixty relaxes. It is unexpected to be held in affection. He is just a failure. All that resides in him now are memories twisted as vines, growing steeper, deeply rooted in his matrix. Can something full of vibrancy and life bloom in a shell of nothing? Can he match up to Connor who is everything they want? No. He is convinced by his own self destructive thoughts these will never be but for once, just once he imagines differently. 

His arms move from his sides. Wrapping cautiously around her, leaning into her embrace fills him with a strange acceptance. No one gives him this. He understands why. He has come to accept they all view him as that thing who attempted to take Connor away from them. Now he is shattered as glass shards in the foundations of deviancy. It makes him weak he feels. It makes him question. In this sole moment of contemplation, Sixty suddenly awakens from his sorrows. He suddenly feels appreciated. If only for a moment....

[vaingloriosa]

God Shot

Connor x Reader

Words: 1,807

Summary: The moment he stepped into your humble coffee shop, you knew you were done for. The moment his eyes met yours, Connor was done for.

Prompt: “So… you come here often?” “I work here.”

Author’s note: most of this was written after i got a root canal done so if it sounds wonky, blame my root canal self. she....she’s still valid ://

God Shot: a shot of espresso that is so good, and inexplicable, that it is believe to be blessed by God

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When Hank gave up drinking a few days ago, he traded in alcohol for coffee.

Connor would scold the Lieutenant about the effects of coffee by listing off the harmful effects of caffeine consumption. Though, after the third attempt to get Hank to reconsider his decision by reminding him the addiction to caffeine is real, Connor gives up as Hank pours himself another cup while making direct eye contact with him.

It’s on the sixth day when Hank brings Connor along for his “new” morning routine.

Hank never noticed the small coffee shop down the street that apparently opened two months ago until turning over a new leaf. Connor had noticed the construction of the small shop but didn’t pay much attention due to the nature of his chaotic lifestyle. The bell on top of the door signals their arrival and Connor takes in the homey autumn decorations all around the shop. Several patrons sit quietly along the window in hushed tones, light pop music surrounds the room, and the sounds of fingers typing over keyboardless keyboards and coffee grinders blend together in odd harmony. The air is thick with the smell of ground up coffee beans with a hint of spices, pumpkin, Connor supposes. A sweet voice that exclaims Hank’s name lifts him out of his observation.

Connor turns his attention to the barista before him and feels his thirium pump skip a beat. Unusual.

“Good morning! Looks like you brought a friend this time.” You nod your head over to address the man besides your usual customer. You notice him swallow thickly and bashfully nod his head, extending his arm out for you to take.

“I’m Connor.”

Connor.

Your name leaves your lips as you shake his hand with a firm grip. The touch of his skin against yours makes you develop goose skin and you tell yourself you can’t be developing another crush. You bite your bottom lip and curse yourself for getting hot in the face.

“Connor’s my partner over at the precinct.” Hank gives you a side smile as he picks up on the way you look at him.

“Ah, it’s nice to finally meet you. Hank has mentioned you a few times, nothing but nice things of course, and it’s, uh, nice to put a face to a name,” you manage to say among the heart palpitations you’re currently experiencing. Connor looks over to the Lieutenant then back at you with an arched eyebrow.

Hank shrugs at his odd behavior. “What? Would you rather I talk shit about you behind your back?”

You snicker at their exchange as you whip up Hank’s regular order of black coffee with three sugars. From your peripheral, you can tell the two are exchanging some “heated” words and you can’t help but feel your ears burn. Sometimes you wish you didn’t have such a hopeless romantic heart.

You slide the coffee cup across the counter just as the argument dies down on their tongues. Hank gives you a few dollars and tells you to keep the change. You smile, waving a goodbye to Connor who lingers a bit after Hank heads towards the door. Connor feels the breath caught behind his throat as he notices that you’re actually waving at him. He waves back as a small smile graces his lips and you swear if other people weren’t around, you would have melted on the spot.

Connor can’t get you out of his mind.

When he notices that Hank isn’t going to the shop anymore, he passively asks what happened to the routine he had going for him. Hank waves him off, saying that work has gotten in the way and had settled on the filmy black liquid in the break room. Now Connor doesn’t have an excuse to see you.

Or does he?

Three days into a tough investigation involving a series of murders, Connor looks up to notice Hank nose deep in several files with fingers carding his grey hair. His eyes shift towards the empty coffee cup on half-haphazardly abandoned near the edge of his desk.

“Do you want a refill?” Connor asks in a non-conspicuous tone. Hank lets out a huff and waves his hand in the general area of the cup and leans back on his chair. Connor gets up and makes his way towards the break room. He makes sure that no one is watching him as he removes his synthetic skin to touch the coffee maker. In a matter of seconds, Connor causes the appliance to break from the inside.

The break room needed a new coffee maker that didn’t violate several health and safety codes anyways.

With his plan set in motion, Connor waltzes over to the Lieutenant’s desk with newfound purpose. “Unfortunately, the coffee machine is broken. Could I-”

Before he can finish his thought, Hank shoves his hands into his jacket pocket and slams a few dollars on the hard surface for Connor to take. He waves for him to scram, dismissing him to do what needs to be done in order for him not to crash and burn. A small smile creeps along the corners of Connor’s mouth as he finds another peep in his step.

His plan is finally in motion.

It’s an overwhelming sensation to try and figure out humanity at its core. What it means to feel, to show emotion, to say the right things and do what is appropriate for that scenario. Even a year after everything that has happened, Connor is still learning about the world around him from a different, LED-less perspective. He’s still bound to fuck up on some things.

Like when he nearly loses his composure once he sees your face. The always graceful android is mere thrium mush when he’s around you. Your smile brightens up the room with a halo like aura around you.

You’re absolutely stunning.

And you’re absolutely stunned when you find Connor alone without his friend.

Your mouth becomes slightly agape but you catch yourself by smiling. You weren’t expecting him after a few days absence. You thought that maybe they finally grew tired of the coffee shop you own and perhaps forgotten all about it. You even thought that you would never see Connor again and you would be lying if you said you didn’t feel the heaviness in your chest.

“Hey, Connor! Long time no see, eh?” Eh? Really? You really went with such a stupid noise as “eh”? You want to slap yourself for making a fool out of yourself in front of your crush. Connor lets out an airy laugh and places his hands along the smooth white marble counter.

“I apologize. A tough investigation has our hands tied up,” Connor explains but the ending of his sentence isn’t lost on you; making you raise an eyebrow. Connor squints a little at your facial expression, unable to decipher such an odd response. You find the confused look on his face cute and you can’t help but snort out loud. You press a hand on your lips and shake your head.

“Um, never mind me! There’s no need to apologize, really. It’s just....good to see you again.” You quickly change the subject as you shift your gaze from his earthy brown eyes to the counter top. Gosh, you wish you would stop getting hot in the face every time you make eye contact with him.

“It’s nice to see you again, too,” Connor says your name and you feel as if you ascended to heaven once more. You peer over to him as a fond smile forms on his lips. You can’t help but reciprocate the action and you go back to feeling of weak knees and goosebumps that form along your arms.

“So,” you perk up immediately, “what can I get for ya?”

He reaches into his suit jacket pocket to fish for Hank’s money. “Hank’s usual, please.”

As you turn your back towards the coffee machine, Connor looks at both his sides to make sure no one is staring. Even with an encyclopedia for a mind, there’s a difference between knowing the connotation of a word and actually performing said behavior. He props his elbow on the counter top and rests his head on his closed fist. Connor relaxes his body so that he’s crossing his legs to be suave and without all the tension in his shoulders. When you return with the cup of coffee, your heart stops as your eyes lay upon Connor’s.

Upon your return, his mind gets wrapped up by your presence and all logic gets thrown out the window.

“So… you come here often?”

You place the coffee cup down on the counter. You can’t help but grin at Connor’s attempt at flirting. “I work here.”

Connor shuts his eyes and licks his bottom lip. Your breath gets caught in the back of your throat and you brace yourself by placing your hand on the cool marble.

“That’s right, you...yeah.” Oh, he most definitely blew it. Connor tries to play this off coolly and swipes the coffee cup into his hands then tries to leave.

“Wait!” you say, gesturing with your hands for him to stop while you raise the wooden door of the side counter. Connor turns to you and tilts his head. He can feel his thirium pump quicken but he’s aware of the sensation already. His whole body seems to cinch as he watches you approach him. Connor has never been this close to you before and he’s afraid he might shutdown because of it.

“Hey, I, um, I thought what you did was cute. Most of the time flirting can be awful but, sometimes it’s not all that bad when it comes from the right person. A genuine one at that.”

You press your hands against your cheek and chuckle at the fact that you’re really doing this. “When will I see you again?”

It’s Connor’s turn to be a flustered idiot. You can see a visible blue tint along his cheeks and you bite down on your tongue to stop yourself from screaming out loud. Gosh, he’s just as nervous, isn’t he?

“Well, I can come by tomorrow if you’d like?”

You beam up at him and you place your hands behind your back. “I’d love that.”

You two bid farewell for now. As you two separate, both of you go into your own type of giddiness. You dance a little to the soft music on the speakers as you return to your post behind the counter. Connor can’t help but smile at what just unfolded in a matter of minutes. He looks down at the coffee then realizes something scrawled on the brown sleeve.

It’s your phone number.

You didn’t need a pickup line for your own plan to be set in motion.

It worked.

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[ask-angel-rk800connor-57]

Connor whined as other moved him to lie down position, his wings spread themselfs on the floor. His head was lying on its side and he breathed heavily.

The filter the other put in was filled with thirium momentaly. It color was red but when it was connected and got used to systems, it changed to blue.

THIRIUM FILTER REPLACED SUCCESSFULLY

He sighed quietly and closed his eyes. Now all he needed was rest and thrium. His LED changed to light yellow.

// @troubled-deviant-rk800 \

Connor was caught with no time for reaction. A fist fell on him so fast that he didn’t even notice it. In less then a second he was on the ground with bleeding bottom lip. ,,What do we have here…? Oh! I know! A job stealer!“ Connor didn’t have time for reaction as more punches and kicks landed on him.

,,Maybe you all will learn to don’t steal human’s jobs!” He looked up to see white man with blue and brown eyes and blond hair. A kick landed on his stomach and muffed whine came out of him. ,,Next time I won’t be so kind!“ The man said and walked away. Connor had a black eye, some bruises forming on his face, arms and stomach and bleeding bottom lip. He felt dizzy so didn’t made any move to stand up yet.

[ao3feed-connor]

garden of jericho

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2Cy33di

by c0nstruct_out_of_reach

connor's fingers brush over the hole in his throat as he looks over at his newfound friends, looks at the garden shining bright in the frost, at the snowflakes slowly circling to earth. a warm glow spreads through his circuits, and he smiles back at simon, trying to fend the cold away from his plants. he pulls josh's coat tighter around him, and he takes a small sip of the thirum north brought him. he might miss his purpose, the lick of detective work he had gotten, maybe even lieutenant anderson, but he decides now that there's no place he'd rather be.

//

connor deviates, fails, early, and he's thrown in an android junkyard and replaced for his sacrifice. low on thrium and haunted by his memories, he finds his way to jericho and somehow ends up the head of android revolution. this probably wasn't what cyberlife intended for their state-of-the-art prototype, but connor isn't cyberlife's toy anymore.

he's, as north affectionately likes to call him, "robojesus".

Words: 2385, Chapters: 1/15, Language: English

Fandoms: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen

Characters: Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Simon (Detroit: Become Human), Josh (Detroit: Become Human), North (Detroit: Become Human), Hank Anderson, Gavin Reed, a tiny bit of Chris, Upgraded Connor | RK900

Relationships: Connor & Simon (Detroit: Become Human), Connor & Josh (Detroit: Become Human), Connor & North (Detroit: Become Human), Connor & Jericho Members (Detroit: Become Human), Hank Anderson & Connor, a lil bit of Gavin Reed & Connor

Additional Tags: robojesus connor au, aka hippie connor, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Flowers, Lots of flowers, simon likes Flowers okay, sorry if theyre ooc this is like my first original thing i didnt steal straight from the game?, please dont hurt me, connor fears loud noises and guns and you can fight me, Soft Kids Support Each Other in Times of Peril, Hank Struggles, RK900 is a Bitch, Gavin Tries to Hide Appreciation, Anxiety Attacks, Near Death Experiences, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, theyre okay, Alternate Universe - Role Reversal, Alternate Universe, writer unsure of robot stuff?, im trying

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2Cy33di

[ask-angel-rk800connor-57]

Connor nodded. "Yeah." He blinked a few times and the skin began to peel away from his body, showing white, mostly destroyed plastic. After a few seconds Connor's skin was completly gone, but his wings were still covered with feathers.

There was medium size crack on the back of his head and thrium was falling from it. It wasn't bleeding as much as when Chris found him.

“Yeah, sorry. Didn’t know he was so…” he started walking, keeping one arm around Connor’s back for support. “Abrasive.”

It wasn’t a long walk, just one hallway and a staircase down into the garage. The tech was set up in a corner and when they entered he turned and waved at them with….

“Why do you have a soldering gun?”

The tech paused, “How do you think I’m going to fix your Terminator buddy?”

Chris tensed and his arm tightened around Connor, “Hell no.”

[ask-rk900-nickolas]

Nickolas shrugged. "Even if not my thrium pump, I wouldn't want to get a stressful job. I can't handle emotions..." he said and sighed.

"Do you have any hobbies?" Nickolas asked after a while of thinking. He wasn't a social android so he didn't know what other's were talking about.

-> @six-ninths-deviant <-

Nickolas was just working. A few officers wanted coffee, other something to eat and they headed out to buy something. He was hungry himself but he couldn't eat now. There were still officers to give coffee.

When he was walking out of the break room, he walked into someone. "You piece of plastic-" was all before the coffee in Nickolas' hand disappeared and he was all wet and his skin was hurting from the coffee. "I-I'm sorry-"

"Sorry?! Sorry won't help here!" Nickolas have been pushed back and hit the wall. "You all deviants are just broken pieces of plastic!" The man shouted and punched Nickolas into stomach as thy were out of officers' sight. "I'll teach you how to treat your master." Nickolas of course wanted to block the punches but panic was distracting him.

His lip was bleeding as did his nose. There was bruise forming on his stomach, his arms, face, throut and chest.

[connorsendbycyberlife]

He moaned, breathing through " I love it too" he mumbled as he pulled out of her

____

Chloe3 came over, starting to clean up the Thrium. Now only Chloe and Chloe 3 were left.

“What? NO! you never forced me into fucking you ,Annie! “ he said serious “ I wanted to have Sex with you and wanted to fuck with you. You didn´t force me to any of this. And neather was it some stupid program from the internet. It was all me and my own desire to have sex with you and have a family!.

____

The car stopped infront of the house. Chloe got out. Walking to the door to open it. Annie got out, waiting for Kamski

[ask-angel-rk800connor-57]

Connor had his eyes closed and his head was lying on his own chest lowly. He was low on thirium and energy. He couldn't do much more then make a small wheeze.

His LED was fadeing out of his tample, nearly off. There wasn't much time. The complete shut down will come in about 40 minutes.

He opened his eyes lightly, trying to find where the voice came from, but his vison was blurred and his hearing was bad. Everything hurt and thrium was dripping from his lip down his chin and onto his chest. He didn't have energy to lift his head up.

// @troubled-deviant-rk800 \

Connor was caught with no time for reaction. A fist fell on him so fast that he didn’t even notice it. In less then a second he was on the ground with bleeding bottom lip. ,,What do we have here…? Oh! I know! A job stealer!“ Connor didn’t have time for reaction as more punches and kicks landed on him.

,,Maybe you all will learn to don’t steal human’s jobs!” He looked up to see white man with blue and brown eyes and blond hair. A kick landed on his stomach and muffed whine came out of him. ,,Next time I won’t be so kind!“ The man said and walked away. Connor had a black eye, some bruises forming on his face, arms and stomach and bleeding bottom lip. He felt dizzy so didn’t made any move to stand up yet.