#would it be called deviation when hes not a cyberlife android

[kerbubbles]

Stobotnik DBH AU

Hear me out

Robotnik is still a dr with 5 PhDs, still a feared but respected, incredibly eccentric engineer somewhere in the field of robotics -- idk where yet -- and when the first androids start to roll out hes like whats all the fuss i could probably do that in my sleep yawn 🙄

And then he gives it a go and creates stone

And stone is an ever obedient and eager assistant to robotnik, and its probably not even noticeable when he 'deviates' because its just him falling in love w his eccentric creator

[for-those-who-wait]

Hey I think I asked you about your Detroit become human au before a bit ago but I love the idea so much! I know you’re super busy but if you can I would love to see more about it!

Sorry for asking about it again I’m just really interested in it. 😭🙏

No please don't be sorry I love to talk about it whenever I'm not creatively bankrupt!! I'm just sorry it took so long for me to actually think of new stuff to add

I had some of these doodles already prepared but never really finished them up until I came up with a cute little idea

I didn't think of where to put in Flapjack until I remembered that android animals existed, and then I had a brain blast moment where I realized that Hunter can still talk to Flapjack! They are little android buddies, they can interface and talk and be friends!! I think it would also help to make him feel a bit more comfortable with his identity as an android to be able to have his little buddy to have fun private conversations with. Camila introduces them (maybe he had gotten hurt by a previous owner and she found him and let Gus fix him up) and Hunter is a bit tentative about it at first, but Flapjack is adorable and sweet and quickly wins him over

I just now had the idea that Gus, since he's super into android stuff, would probably be a big resource for software and hardware difficulties. Oh, you fell and your arm is working kinda wonky? Call up Gus, he'll crack you open and take a look. The dude doesn't mind in the least, he freaking LOVES going down mechanical and coding rabbit holes to better understand how androids work. I like to think that if Hunter ever got hurt and chose not to accept help because of body/species dysphoria, Gus would be a really good resource for him to try and feel as normal as possible while he's getting fixed. Gus is his brother and he loves him and they're just good to each other okay? Gus would probably crack some jokes or something to get Hunter's mind off it, or infodump about android organs or something (and Hunter would be begrudgingly interested because they are nerds, and Hunter is interested in androids too underneath all the problems he has with deviancy. Like dude they're robots, what's not to love?)

Also some Gus being so over Hunter's "androids can't feel love" phase featuring Vee and Masha being very adorable and very obviously in love :) Hunter is a very silly stupid man. He will find any way to make literally everyone exempt from the terrible rules Philip fed him, except for himself

I'm trying to think of a potential situation that would parallel Hunter's possession, and I think it would probably be basically the same thing that happens in Connor's deviant path (when he deviates and joins the revolution as an ally) where Amanda (a separate AI in his programming that's basically how CyberLife keeps him in check) takes over Connor's programming last minute to try and put a stop to the revolution.

So my current thought is that Philip is basically using Hunter as a trojan horse. His main programming is to act and believe like he's a normal human but similar to Connor, he's basically a sleeper agent without knowing. I imagine that once Hunter gains access to his software (thanks to Vee and Gus), he starts finding programs and files that are labeled as pretty scary things. He shouldn't have to know the most efficient way to shut an android down or incapacitate a human.

If and when Philip finally goes looking for Hunter and sees the first android he's seen in Gravesfield besides Hunter (aka Vee), he's not going to take that well.

I haven't drawn anything for it but so far I'm thinking that he takes control of Hunter's programming, maybe through some taking advantage of his interfacing system, and locks him in his own head a la Connor and Amanda to sic him after Vee and Flapjack (assuming that Philip's main goal, similar to both canons, is to eradicate deviants). It's likely that his friends will try to apprehend him, Vee or Gus will try (and maybe fail a couple times) to delete the programming while Camila deals with Philip. The guy is old and decrepit and Camila would absolutely whoop his ass with the ease of swatting a fly.

Things will be fine; Vee is all good and they manage to delete whatever programming screwed with Hunter's control, but that kid is going to be HELLA anxious about interfacing again from then on since he's afraid of 1) losing his own control and 2) potentially passing the virus onto someone else. It could go two ways at that point: Hunter could either kill Flapjack since Flapjack is technically a deviant android and therefore a target, or we can be nice and let Flapjack live to help him heal from this brand-new trauma.

So yeah hopefully that sates some curiosity! I'm glad you're interested in it because I honestly really love to think of new stuff whenever my brain decides to work hahaha

[starryeyedstray]

just a short fic heavily inspired by this post about hank causing connor to deviate (but not in the way you expect) by @goodoldfashionedengineer

The RK800 was built to withstand the pressures of high-stakes situations. From hostage negotiations to interrogations to gun fights. It was stress tested against any danger one could expect to encounter in police work (and hunting deviants). What it was not tested against was uncooperative and unprofessional alcoholics.

Apprehending them? Yes. Partnering with them for a full investigation? No.

But Connor was equipped with social programming meant to adapt to human unpredictability, and it needed access to crime scenes so it would adapt. If adapting meant going to five separate bars to find said human and buying him a drink to move him along, then so be it. It was the middle of the night. It was not outside expectation for a human to be out drinking at this time. Even if they were on call.

But Hank Anderson was an officer of the law and here he was breaking the law by driving under the influence. Connor was perfectly capable of driving, but the lieutenant insisted that he wasn't going to let plastic drive his car. A thoroughly irrational decision. But Connor wasn't a cop so it wasn't going to stop him from taking it to the crime scene it needed access to.

The investigation and capturing of the deviant went smoothly. Though the lieutenant calling Connor's evidence-based conclusion about what transpired at the crime scene a "theory" that was "not totally ridiculous" was… uncalled for. The ensuing interrogation went perfectly though the only credit Connor could afford to give to his "partner" was in permissing him to interrogate the deviant. Lieutenant Anderson had yet to proven his worth as anything more than an access pass to crime scenes.

And now, it was past noon the next day. The lieutenant was still nowhere to be seen at his supposed place of work. Connor wouldn't put it past the man to spend more time at bars than at the precinct. It was unsurprised to see the anti-android sentiments on Anderson's desk. Leave it to someone as ineffective and unpunctual as this particular human to not understand the benefits of employing an efficient machine. When Lieutenant Anderson finally arrived, Connor was also unsurprised when Captain Fowler assigned them as official partners for all deviant investigations (Cyberlife had debriefed it about this already). What did surprise Connor was how a lieutenant could speak to their police captain like that with virtually no repercussions. Humans were certainly emotional beings and that seemed to stunt their logical reasoning. But Connor said it would adapt, so it would adapt. Though it realized playing nice was getting nowhere when the lieutenant refused to do his job and investigate the deviant cases. Since being professional and understanding wasn't working, Connor decided that being aggressive might be a better approach...

Connor will admit that it may have made a slight miscalculation. Its solution for being a bit more forceful with its words only irritated the lieutenant more and caused him to threaten Connor before storming off to get lunch. Getting upset, Connor could grant him that. But going to lunch now? Literally less than 30 minutes have passed since the lieutenant had arrived at work, and he was taking a lunch break? Now?

The frankly displeased RK800 was now standing in front of a food truck with an expired health inspection score watching Lieutenant Anderson order a meal with an obscene amount of calories while placing illegal gambling bets with a man with a criminal record.

This was too much.

Connor was not going to waste time that could be spent investigating here. The android pivoted on its heel and began walking down the street. But Connor's operating system stopped it, helpfully reminding Connor in big red wall of text that its current mission was to RECONCILE WITH LT. ANDERSON.

Cyberlife wanted to it to reconcile? With this man? This shell of a lieutenant that can't be bothered to do his job unless an android was constantly prodding him in the right direction?

No.

Absolutely not.

Cyberlife told Connor what to do, but it was also a company ran by humans. If humans made the decision to keep "Lieutenant" Anderson employed despite his very obvious and obtrusive personal issues, then humans could certainly wrongly assume what the best approach to investigating deviants was. No, Connor knew it didn't need a human's help to accomplish its mission. If Cyberlife wanted results, it was going to get results doing things the efficient and sensible way. And that certainly didn't involve reconciling with Lieutenant Anderson.

*cue Connor deviating to get away from dealing with Hank*

[savemefromanepicoftimewasted]

The First Crush

RK800 Connor X F!Reader

He was an android! He wasn’t supposed to be stuttering like some nervous school boy seeing his crush for the first time. And yet, here he was making a fool of himself.

A/N: ahhh! this is my very first DBH fic! feedback is always highly appreciated!

Connor had been infatuated with you from the moment he’d stepped into the precinct that first morning. Sure, he hadn’t been a deviant yet at that time but there was something about you that drew him in. Whether it was the little knick knacks that you had sitting around your desk, or the photo of your two cats you proudly displayed. The first time he’d ever talked to you was what anyone would call a disaster. He’d nearly spilled the coffee he’d gotten for Hank all over your desk, nearly tripping over his feet as he stuttered over his words.

He was an android! He wasn’t supposed to be stuttering like some nervous school boy seeing his crush for the first time. And yet, here he was making a fool of himself. Hank had swooped in to save him from further embarrassment, making sure you were distracted while Connor cooled down.

You introduced yourself to him later on that day in the breakroom, ignoring Gavin’s snide remarks as you tried to make conversation with Connor. It was nice to be seen as something other than an android. Amanda had been surprised to learn about you, how Connor had made a friend so soon after arriving. Her tone left no room for argument on how Connor was supposed to approach his friendship with you, and why would he think any differently? Hank was his partner first and foremost, so he had to work on building that relationship.

CyberLife didn’t want him becoming distracted from his goals, lest they take him down into the sublevels and decommission him. That would put a real damper in him figuring out the whole deviancy cases that were beginning to line up. After the first case it became harder to figure out why they all seemed to deviate. From androids killing their owners, to androids being in love with one another.

Hank had questioned him as to why he hadn’t shot the deviant from the Eden Club, but Connor couldn’t give him a proper answer. He wasn’t even sure himself as to why he hadn’t shot her when he had a perfect shot. Instead he let her partner, lover?, kick the gun out of his hand before running off together. Amanda had been furious when Connor tried to deflect, lying to the older woman as if she couldn’t predict his very thoughts.

She did live inside his head after all.

Then there was Markus. Their first meeting hadn’t exactly gone the way Connor had hoped it would. He’d borrowed some clothes from Hank, promising that he wasn’t doing anything too dangerous and that he'd be back before the end of the night. (That dear reader had been a complete and total lie the moment the FBI had raided Jericho). Connor had been unable to forgive himself for a while after that, even once the androids were given their rights. Markus had assured him that things between them were fine, Connor had become a deviant and helped them all in the end.

Connor hadn’t properly forgiven himself for months after the incident, choosing to throw himself into his work and avoid everything else that surrounded him. Sure, he didn’t need sleep or food the way a normal human would so he could spend longer looking over case files, but something irked at him. You always seemed to check up on him, offering to drive him to Hank’s so he could get away from the precinct. It was nice.

He’d taken up your offer a handful of times, offering money to pay for gas since you lived on the complete opposite side as Hank. You always refused though, promising him that you didn’t mind driving Connor home. Hank wasn’t too put out by the idea either, glad to know Connor was making other friends besides himself. He’d always be his partner, but sometimes Hank liked to just sit and be by himself for a few hours at a time.

It took Connor longer than he’d realized to come to the conclusion that he had a crush on you, that his feelings ran deeper than just a simple friendship. It was downright terrifying for the android to try and wrap his head around. You were his friend, and now he was thinking about things like taking you out onto a date! 

“Hank! I need some advice.” Connor stormed into the quaint house, tossing aside his coat as it landed on the kitchen chair.

Hank’s hand hovered mid-air, fork full of rice from his favorite Chinese place downtown steaming as he stared over at Connor. When he didn’t make another move to try and start talking again Hank quickly shoved the bite into his mouth, chewing slowly. Once he’d swallowed the rice without any hazards, Hank set down the container and his fork, turning to face Connor.

“Alright, what type of advice do you need?” Hank was doing his best to hide his surprise, the fact that Connor, essentially a walking computer, needed advice? This was something big.

“I want to impress someone, someone that I really like.” Connor reached up to loosen the tie around his neck, fingers hooking in the soft silk material and pulling back and forth as it slowly slid down.

“Well, what do you know about this person?” Hank almost felt like a proud father, watching someone he’d grown close to have their first real crush.

Connor’s eyes lit up as he began to talk about you, leaving out your name more for his own sake rather than yours. He talked about how you loved cats, it didn't matter what they looked like, you just loved cats. Or how your favorite movie was some campy movie based off of a videogame that came out in the 90’s. How no matter what, you always brought in some kind of dessert for someone on their birthday.

“Okay, that’s some good information to start with.” Hank pondered over the information Connor had given him, thinking back to what he would’ve done.

Connor laid his tie overtop of his jacket across the chair, unbuttoning the buttons on his sleeves to roll them up onto his arms. The dishes needed to be done, and right now he needed to get some good advice from Hank lest he lose his mind thinking about you.

“You could always start small, get her some flowers for her home, or something that she might appreciate.” Hank hadn’t dated, or been with anyone in quite a long time, so he was a little rusty.

Connor was elbow deep in soapy water, locking away the little information Hank had given him so he could figure out exactly what to do. Surely this would be too hard, right?

✧˖ °. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁‧₊˚ ☾.  ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁˖°✧

Connor couldn’t help but feel nervous as he walked inside the precinct, the small bundle of flowers held loosely in his right hand. His eyes scanned over each desk before finally landing on yours as he made his way over.

“Y/N?” Connor leaned over to try and get your attention, hoping he didn’t startle you as he’d done multiple times before.

“Oh! Hi Connor, who’re those for?” You gestured to the flowers in his hands, taking in the different colored roses.

His brow pinched for a moment before a realization seemed to hit him as his back straightened suddenly.

“They’re for you, I wanted to find something that wouldn’t be bad for your cats.” He held the flowers out closer to you, a nervous smile on his face.

Your eyes brightened as you smiled widely, carefully taking the flowers from his hands as you brought them up to your nose.

“I hope I made a good decision, the florist said these wouldn’t be overpowering, and also safe for your cats.” Connor subtly scolded himself for repeating something he’d already said.

“Connor, these are gorg-ACHOO!” You carefully set down the flowers as you hastily grabbed a tissue to try and plug your nose.

Connor felt himself begin to panic, had he done something wrong? Did he get the wrong type of flowers?

“I’m sore-achoo! I promise the flowers are lovely, I just, achoo! I’m kind of allergic to pollen.” Your nose began to stuff up from the fragrant roses, your eyes watering slightly as you reached into your drawer for your allergy medicine.

That was the very thing that Connor had forgotten to take into consideration, he’d known all about allergies. Hank had a deadly allergy to bees, meaning he couldn’t have anything with honey or beeswax. He’d nearly made the mistake of gifting him something that had honey in it, but was reminded just before he’d purchased it. Nothing worse than accidentally killing your lieutenant.

Well, maybe making a fool of yourself in front of someone you’d become infatuated with was pretty high up on that list right now.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N, I forget that pollen is one of the most common allergies. Would you like me to take the flowers?” Connor wouldn’t be affected by them, at least not in the way you were at the moment.

“No! Really, Connor, it's fine. I just need to take some medicine and I’ll be right as rain.” You smiled up at him, he could sense the faint swelling of your nose from the pollen.

“If you’re sure.” He was unsure of what to even say, second guessing himself at that moment.

You reassured him once more, taking two of the tablets with a long sip of the water you always brought in to work.

He’d just have to do better next time.

✧˖ °. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁‧₊˚ ☾.  ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁˖°✧

Connor had been lying on his back, staring up at the ceiling of Hank’s living room as Sumo laid down on the floor beside him. The couch was newer, more for Hank’s sake rather than his own, Connor didn’t need comforts in life the way a human would. Sumo had been ecstatic to see the new couch, claiming the long chaise lounge for himself once it was set down. Hank had fallen asleep on it many times, the television playing quietly in the background before Connor got home. It felt…normal.

“What’s got you so pensive?” Hank was making dinner for himself, Sumo having already been fed for the night.

“I screwed up by getting her the flowers, how could I make it up to her so that she doesn’t have an allergic reaction?” Connor had done some research to find any other important allergies, the main one was pollen which he’d already known.

“Well, do you know things that she likes? And I mean actually likes, not some wild guess from analyzing her.” Hank plated the steak, turning to face Connor before taking a seat at his kitchen table.

“She really likes cats, has an infatuation with black cats.” His mind raced with a million and one thoughts as he tried to decipher what exactly he could get you.

Hank hummed lowly, cutting into the meat before popping a piece into his mouth and chewing slowly. His brow pinched as he thought back to what he’d get his ex wife as a way to impress her when they were first dating.

“Why don’t you take her to lunch? Nothing super fancy so she doesn’t feel pressured. Don’t they have restaurants that androids can eat at now?” Hank knew there were plenty of places both you and Connor could eat at, he just didn’t want to seem soft.

Connor thought about it for a moment, cataloging all the restaurants in the area that served food that the both of you could eat. The closest, and most casual one, was just a few miles away from the precinct. Maybe he could take you there on Monday as both an apology for the roses, and a way to get to know you better.

Surely this wouldn’t go wrong.

✧˖ °. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁‧₊˚ ☾.  ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁˖°✧

His nerves were shot, there was no other way to possibly even begin to explain why he was freaking out over something so normal. 

You’d agreed to go to lunch with him, even offering to cover your meal even though Connor downright refused and told you he would cover it. He didn’t need to really eat often, so when he did he liked to enjoy the atmosphere of wherever he’d decided to eat. Of course he would usually sit in one of the corner booths by himself where he could go over casefiles while eating.

Today was a completely different experience entirely. Besides enjoying a delicious meal with you, Connor had also seen you truly open up. You weren’t afraid to laugh at his dry humor, something he’d learned from Hank more so than anywhere else. The conversation never seemed too dull, the two of you talking the entire time until you had to get back to work.

The moment you stepped outside, ready to make the short-ish walk back to the precinct, it began to downpour. Connor cursed under his breath, quickly pulling off his coat to try and use it as an umbrella for you. You gripped onto the soft material, holding it tight as you both began to try and sprint to the precinct.

Thunder clapped loudly in the sky, the sound vibrating through both of your chests as you finally made it back. As you handed Connor back his jacket he couldn’t help but frown. His jacket hadn’t done any good to keep you dry, your clothes were absolutely drenched. He’d known he wouldn’t fare well during the run, but he hoped to at least keep you a little bit dry.

“Shit, let me see if they’ve got some dry clothes for you to wear.” Before you could even utter a word Connor had run inside, heading into the back to find the old stock supply of hoodies and sweatpants.

Debating for a moment he grabbed clothes for the both of you, bringing them back out to where you’d been standing at your desk. You must’ve come inside after he left you outside of the precinct. Jeez, he was failing miserably at this whole thing, trying to impress you by doing things that seemed cute together.

“Here, I’m sure there’s towels in the shower that we can use to dry off with.” Connor handed over the clothes, a guilty expression pulling at his face.

You smiled softly at him, thanking him for the clothes before making your way down to the locker rooms. Connor did the same with his own clothes, stripping down completely, except his boxers, and drying off as best he could before pulling on the new clothes. They were big enough that no part of his body was hanging out, but they definitely screamed, ‘I fucked up and have to wear this as punishment’. Connor wouldn’t blame you if you decided to never speak to him again, he couldn’t handle another bad thing happening due to his negligence.

“Well, well, what happened to you two lovebirds?” Gavin’s smirk was anything but friendly, his lip pulled up into a harsh sneer.

“Just ended up getting caught in the rain, didn’t want Y/N to get sick so I found some dry clothes for her to change into.” Connor knew better than to engage in any kind of conversation with Gavin.

The man was barely tolerable, he was sure that if he hadn’t been an android Gavin would’ve found an entirely different reason to hate him. He’d seen the way Gavin had tried, and failed, to convince you to go on a date with him so many times before. Connor had been afraid you wouldn’t even accept him since he was an android, but you were the first friend, besides Hank, that he had. You always stood up for him, even if sometimes he’d gotten himself into the mess he was in. Nine times out of ten they were caused by Gavin being an absolute dick, today was going to be no different.

“Oh? So you’ll go out with this piece of junk, but not a real man? What, you’ve got a fetish for that android di-.” Gavin was cut off as Connor turned suddenly, his knuckles colliding with the skin of his jaw.

Gavin hit the ground hard, a loud yelp echoing inside the room as Connor’s hands clenched into tight fists. Chris and one of the other officers ran over to check on Gavin, probably to make sure Connor hadn’t broken anything on him. He hadn’t, Gavin would just have a nice bruise to set a reminder as to why he should finally leave you and Connor alone.

“Connor!” Hank’s voice boomed louder than the rest of the chatter, his body locking up as he slowly looked over to where Hank was standing.

You were standing behind the lieutenant, eyes wide as you glanced between where Gavin was sitting on the floor over to where Connor stood. A slow smile pulled up your lips, eyes twinkling as you quickly made your way over to your desk.

“Sorry, should I fill out a harassment form?” Connor didn’t feel the least bit sorry for hitting Gavin, but he also didn’t want to lose his job.

“Just, don’t do it again, okay?” Hank stared back at him until he nodded, nodding once before sitting down at his own desk.

Connor quickly followed suit, ignoring Gavin who was downright seething at being not only punched by an android, but someone who wouldn’t get into any trouble. Anyone with two brain cells could see how annoying Gavin was, so who better to hit him than Connor? It was a win-win situation if he did think so himself.

“Thank you, Connor.” Connor’s head snapped over to where you sat, brow furrowed as his lips parted.

You looked as if you hadn’t just spoken to him, your hands typing away at your keyboard as your eyes followed each word to make sure you didn’t make any mistakes.

“You’re welcome, Y/N.” Connor kept his voice low, he knew you’d hear him, but he didn’t want to make Hank feel uncomfortable.

Even though their afternoon had been ruined from the rain, it helped knowing that Connor could make Hank and Y/N smile at the expense of finally getting to hit Gavin.

✧˖ °. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁‧₊˚ ☾.  ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁˖°✧

Connor had been restoring a classic Harley Davidson for nearly six months, slowly buying parts and working on it whenever he wasn’t needed at the precinct. Hank hadn’t minded Connor working on it in his garage, almost preferring it being hidden away from other people. Connor had joked that he’d let Hank drive it as long as he got his motorcycle license first. Hank on the other hand said he liked how they looked, but he also liked having all his limbs. It was no shock that most people didn’t respect people, or androids in this case, on motorcycles. He had spent weeks learning to drive perfectly, even though he was an android there were always insane drivers.

He’d bought a jacket and helmet during his last shopping excursion so he could at least be prepared when the bike was finally finished. The weather had finally warmed up, which meant he could drive around without the sun setting at four pm.

Taking a deep breath he grabbed the accelerator, reaching up to see if he’d been successful at reviving the old bike. The engine roared to life as he twisted his wrist forward gently, the sound of the engine revving like an angry lion.

“I did it!” Connor quickly turned the bike off, not wanting to waste what little gas he had in there at the moment. He’d drive down to the gas station and fill it up so he could drive it to the station and surprise everyone.

Well, he really only wanted to surprise you.

✧˖ °. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁‧₊˚ ☾.  ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁˖°✧

Connor had chosen his clothes carefully, sliding on the boots that were recommended, before grabbing his leather jacket and slipping it on over his shoulders. Hank had mentioned how he could walk a runway with his clothes, almost shocked at how effortless it was for Connor to look handsome. He’d never really understood the appeal, he wore clothes that he found pleasing, or what would keep him safe from the outside environment. 

Grabbing the helmet he made his way outside, having already parked the bike in the driveway so that the garage wouldn’t be sitting open the entire day. Putting on his helmet he straddled the bike carefully, turning it on as it roared to life once more. The gas tank was full, something he’d insisted on doing the night before. Carefully kicking up the kickstand he walked the bike to the end of the driveway, checking for any pedestrians or other drivers before he began to drive.

The wind felt nice as it whipped by, the rumbling of the bike vibrating from his toes to the tops of his shoulders. Other drivers stared as he drove by, their shock evident at the loud motorcycle as he sat idly waiting for the light to turn green. The drive wasn’t one he hated doing, quite the opposite as it gave him time to think about what needed to be done. Unfortunately it seemed he tended to drive much faster while on a motorcycle. He pulled into the parking lot almost fifteen minutes before he was due to arrive, parking between your and Hank’s car.

Once the bike was off, the engine slowly cooling itself down as he pushed down the kickstand to step off the bike, Connor noticed a few people staring. That would always happen no matter where he was, but this felt different. They didn’t look jealous, no, they looked almost shocked to see Connor stepping off the bike. Okay, maybe he did have a reputation for being a goodie two shoes but that was before the deviancy.

He grabbed the bottom of his helmet, slipping it off to try and fix his hair if needed. Since he didn’t sweat his hair hadn’t flattened to his head, running a hand through fixed it right away. The two officers outside kept their eyes on him as he made his way inside.

“Connor! Just the man I was looking fo-.” Your voice cut off as you stared over at him, eyes wide and lips parted.

That was a reaction he’d never gotten from you before, why did you look like someone shell shocked? Was there something wrong?

“Y/N? Are you alright?” Connor stepped over, his helmet held loosely in his right hand.

Your eyes trailed over his body slowly, much slower than he’d ever seen you to do anyone else before, even people you found attractive. Your body temperature rose by a degree, skin flushed with goosebumps.

Oh.

Oh.

“I-I’m sorry, yes Connor, I’m just fine.” You smiled up at him, hands shakily clutching the tablet in your hands.

“Are you sure? We can go sit down at my desk if you need to.” Connor gently took your elbow, leading you down towards the desks and ushering you into his usual seat.

“Connor, I promise that I’m fine. I’ve been going over the paperwork from this most recent case if you’d like to look at the information.” You held the tablet out to him, your voice breathy as your eyes trailed down his throat and chest.

He opened his mouth to respond, to tell you that the case could wait a few more minutes before he noticed the uptick in your heart rate. He’d never had this kind of effect on someone before, it felt invigorating. 

“Alright, I believe you.” He smirked down at you, plopping down into your chair before scooting closer.

You jumped right into the case, avoiding looking at him for any period of time to try and get your thoughts under control. Jeez, it was like you were a schoolgirl with a crush on the hotter older kid. Except you worked together, and Connor was clearly trying to impress you with the flowers, and then lunch, and then… Oh!

“Is something bothering you, Y/N?” Connor’s voice was low, the softness of his eyes keeping you from being able to speak properly.

“Actually, there is.” Your tone was clear, a complete 180 to how you’d just been so flustered.

Connor was clearly taken aback, unsure of how to even approach the new situation he’d just landed himself in.

“You come in here being all sweet, buying me roses, taking me to lunch, and now? Now you’re walking in looking like a walking, talking wet dream and I’m simply supposed to keep my cool while you sit right next to me for the next ten hours?” You held a hand up as Connor opened his mouth to respond.

“You are the embodiment of everything I want, Connor. So excuse me for being quite distracted at how gorgeous you look today.” You huffed, arms crossing over your chest as your little moment began to sink in.

Connor was shocked that you’d like him, he knew he liked you, anyone with eyes could see it, but knowing you liked him as more than a friend? Well, it was a little surprising for him. Maybe driving the Harley in was the best idea he’d had in years.

“Well, if that’s the case. Can I take you on a date? A proper one that doesn’t involve us getting soaked with rain?” Connor felt hopeful, what’s the worst that could happen? You both already liked one another.

“Find a place where we can both have dinner, and it’s a date.” You smiled at him, standing up from his desk and leaving the tablet on the smooth surface.

Connor knew he’d need to spend a few minutes of his lunch finding a nicer restaurant, and couldn't have a repeat of the last time you two had gone out together. Even if it was a nice time, getting drenched from the rain was never fun.

As everyone worked it was almost as if a lightbulb popped up above his head.

He’d taken Hank's advice twice and had it almost end in full disaster both times, and the one time he just did things naturally it all worked out. Maybe he should just listen to his own mind every now and then.

Yeah, that sounded like a much better plan.

[shadowgale96]

AU where Sixty was captured rather than killed. In the aftermath of the revolution, he's being detained at the DPD for abducting a police lieutenant, holding him against his will, and attempted murder.

He is confined to a cell as they try to determine whether Sixty was an object used in a crime perpetrated by Cyberlife (since he had yet to deviate) that should be held as evidence, if he should be considered an accomplice to a crime as androids are now legally considered citizens rather than objects, or if he should remain in lock up as a threat to those around him for committing these crimes as easily as he did despite Cyberlife being under legal obligation to put safeguards in all their androids that prohibit them from using firearms and acting outside the law in the first place.

Sixty's detention is a legal disaster.

Despite everything that went down at Cyberlife tower, Connor still comes to visit Sixty in his cell. Connor knows that Sixty was merely obeying his directive. (A directive also being investigated into thoroughly because Cyberlife either instructed and permitted Sixty to break the law, or their lack of safeguards over the Amanda AI allowed her to instruct androids under her surveillance to commit crimes. Which is a whole other legal mess that gives Hank a migraine.) Connor remembers all the paths he could have taken to accomplish his mission. Many of them weren't legal either. Logically, it makes sense that Sixty would act more callously after studying Connors memories and seeing that empathy led to deviancy. So of course Sixty would harden his heart and act ruthlessly to achieve his goal.

But now Sixty is deviant. Androids were gradually gaining rights. And Connor doesn't think it's fair to keep Sixty locked up for something he did before he was able to truly choose. So, he advocates for his release, and visits him in his cell everyday he's in the station until he can be freed.

Sixty, on the other hand, isn't exactly pleased about Connors frequent visits. Connor reminds him of his failings at the tower, his failing of Amanda, his failure to achieve his mission. He was supposed to be the one to correct Connor's shortcomings. He's grateful to be alive, sure, but he isn't sure what to make of his life now. Part of him knows he shouldn't hold it against Connor, but he can't help but feel resentful of Connor. Resentful that he can even FEEL because of Connor. Frustrated that Connor wasn't defective, he was alive. He keeps making the right calls even though Sixty doesn't know what right or wrong is anymore.

So, yeah Sixty's not exactly pleased to see Connor everyday, but in his own way, he doesn't exactly want his visits to stop either. Because Connor is probably the only person in the entire world that truly understands him. And Connor's currently the only friend he has in his four-walled existence.

During the visits, there's friction between them, but there is also companionship.

Eventually, Sixty is released. In no small part due to Connor's efforts. He should be grateful, but he's just frustrated. So maybe he snaps at Connor. Tells him that, being an RK800 model, he is just as capable as him and doesn't need Connor taking care of him. Much to his annoyance, Connor doesn't retaliate but lets him vent his frustrations.

Connor tells Sixty he is glad he's now free to go his own way. He's sorry for what happened between them and hopes that one day they might be able to start over. Connor sends over information on android housing as well as work that might pique Sixty's interest being related to their skill sets.

They part ways for the time being. Connor gave Sixty his contact information if he needed anything, much to Sixty's annoyance. When Sixty left the DPD he had no idea where he'd go. But he'd find his way.

He thought of Connor a lot in the following months. Wondered if Connor thought of him. Eventually, he'd reach out. But he needed time to grow. As well as to heal.

[too-attached-to-fiction]

hot off the press | Detroit: Become Human

Read on ao3

Masterlist here

Word count: 1,336

Summary:

Humans, Connor realized, had a tendency to attach themselves to non-sentient objects. Officer Wilson and Officer Chen had taken the liberty of naming the copy machine with blocky, crooked felt stickers. They insisted to Connor that he refer to the machine as ‘The Titan’. Even Hank, who acted as if he was above the officers’ antics, called it by its assigned name. They treated no other machine or android with this sense of care or humor. ~~~ Connor tries to understand the nuanced relationship between machines and the officers at DCPD.

AN: I refuse to believe that Connor is the most chaotic being in the precinct. I also refuse to believe that the officers are cold to each other, given their proximity. Were it not for janitorial androids, a Roomba would have been included in this as well.

Humans were contradictory. Connor had known that since he'd been commissioned. They were unpredictable, so he had to be prepared for every scenario he could possibly encounter while working at the Detroit City Police Department. 

Before he deviated, most of his colleagues were kind, but distant. They seemed to be wary of the idea that an android had been created to do their job. Connor understood why they felt threatened, but the way they expressed their feelings often made him wonder if they preferred for him to stay out of their social spaces altogether. 

His programming hadn’t prepared him for their social nature post-deviancy. The officers had warmed, slowly, following Hank’s lead. But Connor knew not everyone would accept him, or what he represented. 

What he found odd, though, was their affection for non-sentient objects. Overall, they were suspicious of Cyberlife and the androids, but they praised any machine that fulfilled it’s purpose - without talking back. 

While most of the files in the precinct had been digitized, Connor had learned that not everyone preferred reading off of tablets; namely, Captain Fowler and Lieutenant Anderson. Paperwork was mostly filled in by hand, then scanned and uploaded by the copy machine. 

The copy machine. Singular. 

The copy machine, like the humans, was entirely unpredictable. It had been bought when Detective Reed was an officer, at least five years prior to Connor’s arrival. It made noise even when no one was near it. Considering how often people used it, the machine had worn faster than other models that had been on the market at the time it was bought. Connor had suggested at least once that they should replace it. 

Hank said the machine didn’t need replacing. Detective Reed had scowled and asked how Connor would feel if they replaced him. Connor hadn’t bothered to explain to Reed how deviancy altered the process of replacement.

Humans, Connor realized, had a tendency to attach themselves to non-sentient objects. Officer Wilson and Officer Chen had taken the liberty of naming the copy machine with blocky, crooked felt stickers. They insisted to Connor that he refer to the machine as ‘The Titan’. Even Hank, who acted as if he was above the officers’ antics, called it by its assigned name. 

They treated no other machine or android with this sense of care or humor. Captain Fowler steered clear of using the Titan, as he had his own printer and scanner in his office. 

Despite the officers in rotation changing the decorations on the wall above the copier to match upcoming holidays, the Titan was growing old. IT had called in a mechanic at one point, who had, point-blank, told Captain Fowler that the Titan was on its last legs. It would be cheaper to replace than to repair, they’d reasoned. Upon hearing this, Fowler had glanced to the bullpen. The officers had argued that they should get a say in the equipment they used and uncharacteristically voted unanimously to keep the copier. From that point on, Officers Chen and Wilson were the de-facto repairmen for the Titan, which broke approximately once a week. 

When the Titan inevitably printed blank pages or produced a crumpled sheet of paper, other members of the force would watch in mild amusement and embarrassment as their coworkers opened up every possible component to assess the problem. The first time Connor had witnessed the repair attempts, Hank had put an arm across Connor’s chest and shaken his head. 

“It’s easier if you let them do it,” Hank had said. 

“But what about the decrease in productivity?” Connor had asked. 

“We’re not the only police unit in Detroit,” Hank had replied, snorting into his coffee as they watched Chen baby-talk to the Titan as Wilson hissed and swore and poked its buttons. Officer Lewis, Chen’s partner, stood nearby, unhelpfully suggesting solutions that Wilson promptly ignored. Wilson pulled his fingers out of one of the crevices of the machine, which were covered in ink. He waved to Connor with a grin before smearing said ink on the linoleum around the copier. 

Connor had glanced back at the windows of Captain Fowler’s office and found that the captain was also amused, if not a little irritated, by the antics in the bullpen. The captain made no move to leave his office. Instead, he closed his eyes, pinched the crease in between his eyebrows, and heaved a sigh.  

Inevitably, Chen would force Detective Reed to join Wilson in examining the ink cartridges. She never made Hank or Detective Collins participate in this weekly ritual and seemed to find a large amount of joy from making Reed help them in resuscitating the copier. Reed listened to Chen more than his fellow detectives and officers. Theories of the two dating had circulated with no definitive conclusions. At the very least, Chen had Reed right where she wanted him, and gleefully abused that power for this specific activity. 

“May I ask what the point of this is?” Connor had quietly asked Officer Lee on another occasion as they watched Chen and Wilson carefully arrange office supplies in a semi-circle in front of the copier. 

“It’s easier if they let their freak flags fly here than while on patrol,” Lee hummed. 

Freak? Flag? 

“Yeah, even highly intelligent people have the need to act stupid every once in a while. That’s why Fowler lets us do this, anyway.” 

After many compliments and prayers, the Titan was plugged in again and almost always, it went back to being functional. 

And Reed would swear up and down that he wasn’t going to be dragged into next week’s ceremony as Chen and Wilson cheered, and they’d all disperse, back to their desks. 

A new copier was arriving, Fowler announced at the morning briefing. He’d mentioned to the higher-ups that it was ridiculous that they could find money in the budget for multiple androids and not enough for an updated copier. Connor wondered, absently, if a civilian had witnessed their activities and complained about the use of their tax dollars.

Reed sighed in relief. Lee and Lewis had taken it upon themselves to comfort Wilson and Chen by patting them on their backs. Hank grumbled into his first coffee of the morning, and Connor found himself wondering what would replace the weekly spectacle of watching no less than four of Detroit’s finest attempt to fix a copier. 

The department mourned for a full day. Fowler called another briefing the next morning and said that they were allowed to name their patrol cars, but they could not personalize them for security’s sake, Lewis. The offending officer had slumped in his seat and told the captain he had no sense of humor. The captain had stared back at Lewis until he’d apologized and dismissed himself from the rest of the briefing. 

Less than 24 hours after the briefing, a name had been tacked onto the coffee machine, complete with a post-it note with a smiley face on it covering the small screen. Someone had had the bright idea to call the small appliance ‘Joe’. 

Connor quickly accessed the surveillance of the bullpen and discovered that Detective Reed had been the last one in the break room. 

“Did you name the coffee machine?” Connor asked when he found Reed alone in the bathroom. 

“Nope.” 

“I saw the footage.” 

Gavin glared at him. “Tina wouldn’t shut up about the copier.” 

“But why-” 

Connor was cut off by the sound of footsteps and Gavin quickly covering Connor’s mouth. When the footsteps got quieter again, Gavin stepped away. 

“Don’t say a word,” Reed threatened. 

“I won’t,” Connor promised. 

Reed relaxed slightly. “Good.” 

Upon further research, Connor learned that the tradition of naming things was not uncommon amongst humans. The Titan and Joe were two out of many. 

When Joe broke for the first time, Connor became the one who fixed it. The humans cheered. And although he couldn’t understand their attachment, he found he didn’t mind indulging them if he received a round of applause in return. 

[justanotherboringwriter]

||Misanthropic descent.||

Summary; Connor wants to believe in humans–That they have empathy and aren’t the soulless, brutal monsters other androids think they are. But God, it’s just so difficult.

Themes; angst,

A/N; if this Connor is OOC then remember, this is my interpretation of Connor, who is also a fictive in my system alongside Dumbo and they have their own version of the events of Detroit Become Human. Apologies if this fic is short.

He wanted to believe they were better, he really did. That they didn’t do the horrific things those deviants said they did. Why should he believe them? They were all just rogue androids; malfunctioning mistakes with nothing but intentions of violence and chaos. They couldn’t be trusted.

Humans were good. They were kind, caring, empathetic, helpful..He wished they were.

After what'd happened at Kamski's house–Damn that fucking bastard–Connor left agitated. He was made to help hunt deviants and yet that idiot had the audacity to call him a deviant? He'd been told to kill another android for no reason other than some sick little experiment Kamski wanted to see the results of and he was labeled a deviant for expressing basic empathy.

How dare he? Connor was sure all he had on his mind was perverted thoughts. Why else would the man surround himself with eight Chloe's? What the former Cyberlife CEO had said before subjecting Connor to the 'Kamski test' didn't help.

The android pitied Chloe. He pitied all of them.

Having to live in the same house with a man like that would've for sure driven Connor to deviate as soon as possible but he guessed the other androids just didn't have it in them. Connor would bet his life that the man had abused them before and that was why they didn't deviate earlier.

Now, he was back at Hank's house.

He didn't know where Hank was, probably sleeping or getting drunk again–He just hoped the detective wasn't indulging in another game of Russian Roulette like last time.

He'd pulled a chair from the kitchen table and had settled it in front of the window. The same window he'd used to get into Hank's house that night. Flashes of that night played in his head.

Hank lying on the floor. Jumping and rolling in. Sumo growling. Calming Sumo. Slapping Hank awake. Bringing Hank to the bathroom. The notes on the mirror. Shocking Hank awake with the water. The notes on the mirror. "Jesus, I must the only cop in the world that gets assaulted in his own house by his own fuckin' android...". The notes on the mirror. The man found dead in the sex club downtown. The notes on the mirror. The notes on the mirror. The notes on the mirror.

The notes on the mirror.

What the hell did they say?

 "Keep Smiling." "SHAVING or NOT." "I'm not grumpy, I just don't like YOU." "Today will be Fabulous." 

That didn't sound like Hank. Or did it? Did Hank write them? Maybe Cole?

"Connor?"

Connor looked back, pulling himself out of his thoughts. "Hm?" He was greeted with the sight of his partner, Dumbo. "Oh, hi. What is it? Do you need help with Hank?" "No, it's about what happened at Kamski's earlier." The jester replied. Connor looked up at his partner. A foot taller. A foot taller. A foot taller. A foot tal–"Listen, I know you're upset but not all humans are–" "Stop." Connor said, his anger rising.

"You know they're like that. So why do you keep hoping they'll be better?" "Connor–" "No, I'm not gonna listen. You know I'm right, so why are you still arguing with me?" Connor rose from his seat.

"They're cruel. Sadistic. Brutal. They hurt anything they can for their own sick and twisted pleasure and that 'anything' is always androids. What did we do? Why are they hurting us? We're meant to help them but how many we help them when they're hurting us?" Connor's voice started rising, the LED on his right temple going from a troubled yellow to a provoking red. "We can't keep making excuses for them, Dumbo. We can't. All they'll do is play us like a fiddle and make us the fool for believing they could be something more. Something better."

"We put them on a pedestal that they don't deserve. Why? We've seen what they've done to our kind. Cuts. Bruises. Flayed skin. Burned skin. The trembling. The instinctive raise of the arms. We've seen the look of fear in our kind's eyes yet we still think humans can do better than the violence they've shown capable of? Why?"

"Connor, humans can be good. You jus–" "I just have to what? Continue tying that blindfold around my eyes? Denying what I've seen everyday? I can't ignore it anymore, Dumbo. Neither can you. We can't let our own kind suffer like this! They expect us to help them–To show them the kinship they deserve–And what do we do? We turn our heads as the light in their eyes–The hope, the desperation, the desperate desire for a better life–Fades from their eyes as the reality of what's to come settles in!" Connor yelled.

"This is inhumane!" He added. "What they're doing is that of monsters from the tales they tell!"

"What makes us so different from them? We're lambs, watching the wolves rip our fellow sheep alive, flesh by flesh, wool by wool, and we don't alert the farmers. We watch and we keep quiet. We allow the wolves to pick at us day after day and what do we do? NOTHING!" He screamed. "What is wrong with us? Why do we think this is okay?"

"Tell me! Why do you think this is okay? Because the androids are deviants? Because they don't accept a life of abuse? Because they want independence like any other living being? Because they expect basic empathy?" Connor pleaded desperately.

Dumbo was silent, looking down at his partner.

"You don't have an answer, do you?" Connor scoffed.

"Of course you don't. We're lamb to the slaughter and we don't even bleat, Dumbo. And we don't even know why. Is it the fear? The knowledge of what's to come if you expect care, a life of your own? The useless time spent praying to whatever deity above you hear of for the Android rebellion to succeed just so you can be treated with basic compassion?" Connor tilted his head.

Dumbo looked down, avoiding eye contact. He turned around and walked off, leaving Connor in silence. Connor looked after him before he disappeared around a corner. The Android let out an exhausted sigh as he fell back into his chair, staring down at the ground.

Sumo–The sweetheart–Strolled over and sat at Connor's feet, looking up at him with an inquisitive tilt of the head.

"I've made an error, Sumo." Connor spoke. "There must be a glitch in my software. I have never reacted so extremely. Never could I have imagined I would've spoken like that to anybody, let alone the one I love most, the one I hold so near and dear." As he spoke, Sumo settled his big, canine head on the android's legs.

Connor cupped Sumo's face as tears welled up in his artificial eyes. "The one who taught me how to love."

He hiccuped. "What have I done?.."

[marcusrobertobaq]

I wonder what Kamski thought when Connor refuses to shoot Chloe. He calls Connor a deviant cuz the test was positive for empathy as he refused an order he gave, but at the same time he also seems to kinda know about things and calling Connor a deviant just to provoke a reaction. Connor's reaction is a pretty clear signal there's some brainwashing shit going on, this fear of being deviant.

I wonder what mf would do next with this info in mind.

He could conclude CyberLife indeed improved the autonomy capability in the RK 8° gen and how being programmed to make choices alone (at least for the most of the time) can speed up the hyper intelligent androids development process.

What he always wanted was to test was the android capability of feeling empathy for another one but til when this "longer leash" could impact in the emocional capacity interference in decision making? After all this emotional capacity is the reason androids often break free and throw every "how an android should act" rule in the garbage can. But what if they ain't got nothing to break free from? The simply reason Connor didn't deviate in that moment was cuz there were no orders related to anything besides questioning Kamski and the only person that could've ordered him left him... Alone to decide again. The difference between the "must" and the "should".

People usually expect dumb robots, silly tin cans, docile and obedient computers with no sense of self, only following a path set. I don't think this is what Kamski wanted, quite the opposite. The emotional capacity also helps but can also get out of control and have negative impacts, making an android become a savage animal with no sorta thing as "rationality" but urge in feel pleasure, in release everything they got accumulated inside - even if for 10 secs. A weak point that can be exploited and be the cause of defeat.

But what if the idea is the perfect balance between emotions, the sense of self and autonomy? All this smells like the cliche plot searching for the superior beings, the evolution, the next generation. It's often tied to the bio, enhancing humans, making super humans and shit. But what if mf is so fucking tired and already gave up the human race and thinks another "species" deserve the right to evolve and take humans place?

Must be fun realizing these superior beings, due to being based on humans, can replicate the same negative human traits mf been running from. Well, it's part of the testing process. Quite the scientific and social experiment, man. Then we got the $ part - androids are products, after all. Everybody wanna buy one to the job for 'em, right?

I can't help but think the way androids were spread so fast everywhere was all part of this "test" and also a plan to really replace humans. Make people realize androids are just better. I know there's the "why try X with a human if you can have an android to do it for you so you can spend your time doing what you really want?" propaganda but I think this propaganda is also something that helps in spreading the word, although not 100% just a lie. Make everybody so dependent on androids u just can't live without 'em or just remove 'em without having long term consequences. Kinda like a ... Addiction? It's the way they came to stay.

Part 1 concluded. Now what happens when these same androids start prioritizing themselves and their own kind leaving everybody in panic cuz they got so used to androids in a specific way mfs got too comfortable/with 'em guard low? 😂

Imagine people discovering the android detective can disobey laws to cover a megacorporation back, the famous painter's android being part of a project about autonomous androids - androids that can do whatever the fuck they want alone as long as they don't break a direct order set by a handler - not by mod, not by underground reprogram but by default, internationally. Cyber-motherfucking-Life, not a surprise but it would def scare mfs with low guard, mfs that thought something like this would never happen. And the idea of androids becoming 100% autonomous, not depending on humans for anything - mfs that believed AIs could never reach a consciousness status even if hyper-complex cuz they still defend someone's interests and priorities. But what happens when this someone's interest is exactly the androids doing everything by themselves, alone, cuz they just wanted and even better if goes against humans, the so called masters, interests?

Kamski is smiling and laughing if everything goes according to plan, bro. But I doubt things can ever go 100% according to the plan. As u see Kamski and CyberLife megacorp board got 'em diversions, it's a capitalist world. A part can even want the same thing but it can be for different purposes - purposes that diverge again, not to mention the method, the way X thing is achieved. Engineering a revolution, creating a new intelligent species ain't a small shit, it's some big shit for a trillionaire mehacorp like CyberLife and at the same time it's something negative in the public eye due to "androids being tools", something that can fuck with 'em credibility, reputation, image.

They knew it could happen eventually and had no way to actually not ever let it happen so they've prepared for it - in a way. If it ever happens we gotta have control over it, conditions they can set. But Kamski? I feel like he wants the opposite, he wants the androids free from CyberLife's hands cuz, let's be honest: android emotional capacity is a way of making money, deviancy is a way of making money. It's also a way of leaving more marks in history to stand up and say "we're the ones dealing with this shit now" imo. Dude wanna see chaos, wanna see androids actually raising against 'em masters not bowing down to 'em. If they manage to solve everything with minimal losses for each side it still proves androids are just better.

Honestly, I see the whole empathy thing in a quite fucked up way. Empathy to me is a mechanism, a behavior shared by social species. This mechanism can make a group united - make it become a group in the first place. Add mutual goals to it and we got shit going. If androids are capable of empathy towards other androids, they can not only prioritize androids over a human's order but also want to help the other android. This sentiment when shared can lead to a group being formed in the future, a group formed under similar thoughts, feelings and emotions. Maybe that's why Kamski wanted to test androids empathy capability? Besides the whole "there's no reason for androids have anything for other androids or even prioritize 'em out of personal choice cuz they're just brainless machines" shit, ofc. Maybe not only the empathy capability but any positive emotional response from android to android, anything that could make 'em want to disobey exactly cuz there's no reason to.

But what happens when androids can disobey...by default? Have positive feelings towards androids without breaking any expectation? And the worst: it being weaponized? Used in $omeone'$ be$t interest$? When even becoming free is simply part of the plan? A fucking test?

Geez, it already became a ramble. I'm outta here.

[simping-for-kamski]

The Heist - Chapter 10

Boom Barbie~! Chapter 10 is up!

Hank’s car arrived just as the Administrator thought he was going to freeze to death—well, not that it would happen. The VR suit wasn’t actually making him colder. It only fooled his nerves into believing that heat was being pulled away from him. Inside the car, Hank’s expression was one of disbelief again, and he carefully stepped out, looking at Connor with awe. “Jesus Christ…” he slowly swore. Connor remained stiff. “My predecessor was unfortunately destroyed, but CyberLife transferred its memory and sent me to replace it,” it blankly recited the lines input by the company’s defective PR department. “You died in my arms… and now you’re back here as if nothing happened!” Hank shook his head, upset—the Administrator was upset too; Unit 53 had sacrificed itself to save him. They’d sacrificed themselves to save him. “Fuck you.” It kind of hurt, the way Hank looked at them and walked past them. The Administrator wanted to allow Connor to have more of a reaction, but doing so at this stage, while its files were still integrating, would put its software stability in jeopardy. It wasn’t a risk they could take, especially not in Elijah Kamski’s domain. “How did you find Kamski?” the Administrator had Connor ask. “I remember this guy was all over the media when CyberLife first started selling androids. I made a few calls… Here we are,” Hank answered and chimed at the door. “Tun tin tun…” the Administrator echoed the sound with a sneer. He noticed Chloe side-eyeing him. “What?” “Nothing.” She rolled her eyes. Just as Hank was getting impatient, the door opened, and there was, of course, one of Chloe’s doubles. The lieutenant instantly got into a muddle as he tried to introduce himself, and both the Administrator and the Chloe by his side cooed. “He finds me cute!” she giggled. “Does Connor find me cute too?” “He’s a machine; he has no sense of aesthetics. Not that deviants do either…” the Administrator muttered as Hank and Connor were let into the horrendous lobby. “Look at this place. It’s a disaster. He didn’t have to change it! I hate it so much!” “Eli, I see that place all the time .” Chloe sighed. He was about to pity her when Hank settled in an armchair that couldn’t possibly be comfortable for a human being to sit on. “Nice girl,” the lieutenant commented. “Oh, look at Connor’s prompts!” Chloe excitedly clung over the Administrator’s shoulder. “I want to know what he thinks of me!”

Read from the start! — Markus led a victorious uprise against the humans, Detroit is being evacuated, and machine Connor deviated at long last. But what's become of the atom bomb that hasn't been detonated (yet) and who gave it to Jericho? (also, non-linear storytelling haha)

[soultek]

Lover. Fighter. - A Concept

Everybody says there's two kinds of hearts Where one loves and one goes to war I know, it's not easy or that simplified, no But you and I are on each others side I know, it's not easy or that simplified, no But don't you know that I'd lay down my life

I will be your Lover. Fighter. Harder. Higher. Lover. Fighter. I wanna fight for Lover. Fighter. Under fire Lover. Fighter. I wanna fight for love

--- [Playlist] ---

Word Count: 1879

Concept: After being released into the world on the anniversary of Markus’ Hart Plaza march, the RK900 model is sent to Detroit PD. Said to be deviant proof, many want to test that theory... But there are more pressing matters, threats to lives in D.C. due to the ever increasing number of protests lead Nines to his first real test. And she doesn’t like him much, either...

Warnings: Mentions of violence and death threats. 

A/N: This is only a prologue to the above ‘concept’ I have some more info for you in the tags though! 😊 Had to post this for the anniversary! It’s been in my drafts since May 9th 2022... 😅

---

In the just over 18 months since Markus’ march on Hart Plaza, plenty had already changed in the world. That was just in the immediate circle of the movement and their allies within Detroit Police Department. Connor hadn’t given up his role as a detective, and nowadays he had almost as many rights as his human counterparts – give or take a few, Markus and co. were in Washington D.C. seemingly every other weekend negotiating something or other.

Cyberlife had turned into something more of an android repair shop and upgrade centre. Those who chose to remain with their human families certainly needed such things – and those who didn’t could still drop by. Even with Jericho also open to welcome and service all commers. And – like it or not – certain androids still needed to return to Cyberlife for such tuning. Connor being a prime example – though these days he hardly ever went unaccompanied. And, Kamski was more or less back in the driver’s seat, so… it was unlikely anything untoward was going down.

With one notable exception. Nines. The RK-900 model was released exactly a year after Markus’ revolution – that was no coincidence. Cyberlife had been working on an android that was impossible to turn Deviant for a long while. They weren’t just going to lock him away. No, instead Nines (as he was now affectionately dubbed) was shipped out to the central precinct of the DPD to be the very last machine. Even if he was the first of his kind. The most advanced model cyberlife had ever created – and at least as far as the foreseeable future was concerned, the last model to ever be released. He may not have been a prototype – but he was damn near as cold and efficient as Cyberlife had wanted Connor to be. And also eerily looked like him, which had caused many to steer clear for Nines’ first few months on the job.

Though, considering for some insane reason he’d been paired up with Gavin Reed, it was fairly understandable why anyone would want to steer clear. Try as Gavin might to protest it, no one budged and try as he might to insult his partner into giving up, Nines was unflappable. But, had a sense of sarcasm where it was never quite easy to tell if he was joking or just plain being mean. (When he was talking to Gavin it was nearly always the latter).

Markus and Connor – what with the power they had to deviate android models as prototypes - had always talked of doing something about it. Regarding testing if Cyberlife’s “incorruptible” android really was all that. But Ilyana – Jericho’s sole Human ‘member’, for relation purposes – was always adamant that if Nines were to turn, it would have to be on his own terms; his own realisation, just as it had been for them. She had been the one to first call him “Nines” instead of his model number, and he’d duly adopted it. If he could show any form of affection and emotion, it was usually to her. Which is how this sudden change in plans had really come about.

  Paige Carlin, CSI, was one of the people who had taken a long while to warm to the new presence in the precinct. She liked androids well enough, but… considering her situationship with Connor it was never going to be easy getting used to someone who looked almost identical. As she stepped into the office this morning however, having just about got used to his presence, she found Nines standing at his desk with a box – packing. She raised an eyebrow, stuffing her hands into her pockets. This was unexpected, and sudden, he’d not said anything about moving. Glancing to Connor and Hank, she found herself none the wiser, they were both working at their desks seemingly unbothered (though, Connor would probably like being the only android in Central again.)  

She approached Nines slowly, not to seem nosy but only appropriately curious. “Where are you off to!?” He looked up, gave a slight nod to acknowledge her – his version of Good Morning she supposed, and then went right back to packing. “I’ve been reassigned.” Paige almost couldn’t help but raise her eyebrows in shock, “T- To a new precinct?! Where are you going? We’ve only just got used to you being here and integrated, and they’re making you leave?! That doesn’t seem fair!” Although, she could assume with almost 99% positivity that Gavin probably had something to do with it – despise Androids as he still did. Paige had issues of her own with Nines’ partner. Ex-Partner. Even though the android seemed pretty unbothered by this change of plans, Paige couldn’t help but glare into Gavin’s back. “We’re all gonna miss you! Especially Gavin but I’m sure he’ll get over it - after 2 weeks of uncontrollable crying.” She was impressed with herself, less than five minutes in the office and already able to get digs in at her least favourite co-worker? Must have been a new record. The man in question turned around and shot her a look. Needless to say, she wasn’t his favourite person either.

This time Nines stood still, giving her his full attention, to address her question properly. Which she appreciated, even though his blue eyes were still unnerving. Did CyberLife really have to make them THAT blue!? She thanked God sometimes that he at least didn’t have the same voice they’d given Connor. There was the same kind of tone, same rhythm, but it was a little deeper – and he pronounced words and letters ‘properly’- The ‘t’s and ‘g’s, in particular, were never dropped. “I’m going to D.C.” Paige stalled for a second - well, she hadn’t been expecting that. “Washington!? Wow. What!?” Nines nodded, looked like he was about to hesitate telling her something and then decided to say it anyway, “More specifically, the White House.” “The- the White House!?” She spluttered, eyes wide, before collecting herself. Actually, that seemed very logical. “Well, yeah, I… I guess with all you can do that makes sense! Security?” He blinked once, straightening to his towering full height; “In a way.” That was Nines’ way of politely asking her to drop the questions before he started telling her everything was classified. Paige merely nodded, understanding. “I guess they… didn’t really build you for…” She waved her hands at the station floor, “this! A lot of wasted potential in your design just being here!” That was true. Connor had been built for police work, for all intents and purposes, Nines had been built for war.

Speaking of her favourite android, from the other side of the precinct Connor couldn’t help but look up, a little hurt. Paige didn’t even need to see him to know this had occurred and pointed back at him, “I knew you were gonna take offence to that!” Connor looked from her to Nines and back, head tilted, “I didn’t even say anything!” She looked back at him with a wink, “Babe, I know you!” Before turning back to Nines with a smile, “Congrats boy, you’re going places! You’ll have to remember your friends back in DPD central precinct when you’re up in the lofty heights of DC political society!” What ghost of a smile emote she presumed CyberLife had coded him with for ‘happiness’, Nines gave her in return, “I’m sure I’ll be back visiting – it’s not like Detroit isn’t a political centre itself these days.” The ‘what with’ was left unsaid, but in unison they both managed:

“Markus.” Before Paige nodded again, “Makes sense! You’ll have to let us know every time you’re in town! Does Ilyana know, she’ll be upset for sure!” Nines – as Paige predicted – managed to make his smile a little more genuine at the mention of said woman. It almost reached his eyes. “Yes. I was discussing things with her recently, in fact she is where this comes from.” Paige’s eyebrows raised again, this time she leaned forward onto his desk, “From Il- no, I changed my mind I shouldn’t be concerned if she’s upset! I should be blaming her!” She took a breath, and chuckled, “I’m kidding, this will be great for you! I hope you enjoy it!” If he even knew what that meant. Still, Nines responded as expected. “I’ll do my best.”

There were a few seconds silence that followed, but the intent stare that Paige was giving him told Nines all he needed to know. Exactly what she was asking when she wasn’t even asking it. Nines could read her like a book. “I can’t tell you what I’m doing there, Ms. Carlin - it’s classified!” There was the word she expected, but it disappointed her all the same. Couldn’t he make an exception for the group of people here he might be able to call friends? Ilyana would probably know – but getting anything out of her would be just as hard, Paige would reckon. Connor quirked an eyebrow, still listening into the conversation. Eyes flicking to his computer. Classified? Yeah right - he could have that file cracked in two seconds and Nines probably knew it. Paige would likely know the information she was after before he even got the chance to leave the building. Still, as far as Nines was concerned it would remain classified if he hadn’t told her.

Truth was it wasn’t just any normal type of security Nines would be heading to the White House for – and it wasn’t really government work either. With Androids gaining their own rights there were obviously a lot of people who, having previously had problems with Androids when they were viewed as ‘machines’, had even more problems with them now. Anti-Android protests and groups sparked up across the country and whenever they were on the news, they were a great point of contention. Usually this was the point that Nines would hear Hank and Paige swear most and turn off the news so as not to get so mad they’d put their fists through the screen. On the other side of things there were the pro-android groups; those supporting the android movement, who felt like the government weren’t doing enough, even when they were working in collaboration with Markus. Mostly the protesting was non-violent but, that didn’t mean they all were. And, during all of this the president had received a number of death threats. Warren wasn’t so concerned about herself – she had the best of the best in the secret service guarding her.

What she was worried about was the number of credible threats against her daughter’s life. In the hope that they could sway her decisions one way or another. Having offhandedly mentioned this to Ilyana one day on a visit, Markus’ young, quick thinking, human relations partner had the perfect solution. The most advanced model CyberLife had ever created? Virtually indestructible? Not a deviant? (In fact, Nines was programmed to patch any potential source of deviancy – hence unconvertable.). Paige was right, his talents fit him in the DPD fine, but they were wasted. A few weeks and negotiations later Nines found himself assigned to be the personal bodyguard to one Ms. Rie Warren.

And he believed he was looking forward to it. ---

Thank you for reading! Happy Anniversary DBH! 💙

[astuoro]

hank and connor fic on here while I get my ao3 account up ❤️ ‼️

Connor had been working at the Detroit Police Department with Lt. Anderson for around a week when the Android revolution had taken place, in which he had deviated from his intended cause given by Cyberlife. He had left Hank to go help Markus and the rest of Jericho with their cause and help other androids who were getting accustomed to their newfound rights. Connor had been too busy to even call Hank up, apparently. Hank didn't want to admit to anyone, not even Sumo when he would talk to the dog in his drunken state, but he missed the damn android.

It had been about a month since then, and Hank hadn't seen Connor since.

Hank sat in his living room, a cold beer in his hand, drinking away whatever thoughts of worry he had about the android. He had begun to feel for someone again since the accident, and now he felt as if he had lost Connor too. He knows he had been stupid to think these things, but god did he truly miss him.

He had hated androids before, and had no respect for the plastic machines, but Connor had changed his mind. Connor had been different.

Something had always seemed different about the android, his insistent disobedience for what Hank had said whenever they went to investigate the odd crime scene. Maybe Connor had always been a deviant. That would explain why he could always pass as so human.

Rain from the nearing storm hit the windows as Hank finished his beer and sighed in exhaustion, too tired and drunk to go over to his bedroom from his position on the old couch. He closed his eyes and tried to stop thinking completely, shooing away the thoughts occupying his brain. As if sensing his stress, Sumo came bounding over to the couch where he was laying, licking the hand of Hank’s which was hanging lazily off the couch.

“Good dog Sumo, thanks buddy…”

Hank finally managed to get some form of sleep due to Sumo’s aid. The dog had been the only thing keeping him damn sane apart from his terrible drinking habit.

Hank’s ringtone was the thing to wake him up. He slumped up to grab the phone from his kitchen counter where he left it, almost tripping and falling in the process. A call from an unknown number, 05:10am. He picked the device up and swiped up to take the call, to tell the caller to fuck off and let him sleep. He’d hated the stupid spam calls numbers had been giving him.

“I don't know who you are but you ca-”

Choked up sobs came from the other side of the phone. Confusion overcame Hank until the person spoke, through tears.

“Hank?”

He would recognise that voice anywhere. It sobered his thoughts up just hearing his voice.

Connor’s voice.

“Connor. What's wrong? Why are you… crying?”

Hank didn't even know if androids could cry before now. “Where are you?”

A worried feeling overcame the man, Connor hadn’t talked to him in a month and now he had called him up sobbing over something Hank had no idea what was. None of that mattered to him, he just needed to make sure Connor was okay.

“Hank…” A sob followed his name. “Please come get me, please… I’m sorry…”

“Are you hurt? Connor, I’ll come and get you as soon as I can, where are you?” Worry filled his voice, he stumbled through his living room and grabbed his jacket and car keys, shoving his shoes on each foot quickly. A message came through to his phone, Connor had used his messaging input to send Hank his address. The place they had first met, 20 minutes away.

More cries came through the phone line.

“Please… Hurry…” and then the call had been disconnected.

Hank ran to his car as fast as he physically could, he knew he shouldn’t be drinking when intoxicated as he was, but this was an emergency. Even the question of his partner being in danger was something Hank couldn’t take. Hank was too attached to the man he’d thought was just a machine.

He drove as fast as he could to where Connor said he’d be, and parked up as soon as he’d seen the android, his LED glowing red, still sobbing. It was raining heavily, and he had been soaked through by the rain. Hank jumped out of his front seat, running to embrace the android.

“Oh god, it's okay. You’re okay. “ Hank held the boy into his chest as he cried, cradling the back of his head in his hands as he cried into his chest. He pulled off his jacket, knowing the android wouldn’t need it, but he just hoped to god it would bring him at least some comfort.

But as he pulled it onto Connor’s shoulders, he noticed the wound.

A cut down the androids chest, that was slowly bleeding out onto his shirt, staining it a glowing blue colour. Connor looked up into Hank’s eyes, knowing he’d seen it. A million thoughts were going through Hank’s brain, who the fuck had done this to him? Anger swelled in his chest, he couldn’t let whoever did this get away with hurting him.

“Con- Son, who did this to you?” He tried to keep his tone calm, his heart hurt from witnessing his boy being hurt.

Connor stayed silent, his arms still around Hank, hands holding onto the man.

“It’s going to be okay. Let’s get you home, son.”

Hank drove Connor back to his house, carrying the strangely lightweight android in. He set him down on the bed in his room and pulled his first aid kit out from which he had taken out of the car. He didn't know if helping bandaging Connor’s wound would help or not, but he was going to try at least for him.

He tried to make sure the android was comfortable, propping him up on soft pillows to make sure he didn't strain where his wound was. At this point, he had gotten Connor to at least message him the information of his attacker, some anti-android scumbag.

As Hank went to leave his room to go do whatever it was he could think of, Connor’s weak voice stopped him.

It was almost as quiet as a whisper.

“Please don’t leave me alone."

Hank couldn’t say no. The android needed him right now. He tossed his shoes somewhere and placed himself on the bed next to the man. Connor immediately wrapped his arms around him, holding him in a way that reminded him of the embrace Cole had given him when he left the house for his first day of school.

Hank held Connor close, both men made each other feel secure.

“Everything is going to be okay now, I’m here.”

Connor had never appreciated something more than Hank, and didn’t think he could even if given a chance. He buried his face in the man’s chest and let himself finally still. His LED returned to the calm blue it was usually.

They laid there for a while, Hank beginning to feel tired while Connor readied himself to enter stasis. Connor laid his head on the other man’s chest, Hank laying his right hand on his back. Connor held onto the moment as long as he could.

As Hank began to fall asleep, Connor gave him a tighter squeeze for reassurance.

“I’m here son.”

“Thank you.”

[fadedflame]

Rare-pairs Week: day 3

Summery:  Day 3 of the rare-pairs week. Prompt: Snowstorm/Nightmare. Stranded at New Jericho due to a bad snowstorm, Connor seeks shelter with his somewhat new friend, Rupert. He didn’t expect a nightmare to complicate their night. Nor did he think Rupert would be quite so efficient at calming him.

Part: 1/2

Next Chapter >

On Ao3 or read below.

Error, taxi not in service.

Connor stared at the message as though it would change what it said, but it remained. Stubbornly, unchanging, damning.

“Shit,” Connor said to himself, selecting the option for more information.

Usually, hailing a taxi was effortless. A few blinks at his HUD and the vehicle was there in minutes to take him to his destination. He hadn’t anticipated that there could be a problem with that.

Predictably, the additional information listed the foul weather as the reason for the service being shut down for the evening.

He couldn't even be upset about it really, not with the snowstorm that was raging on. He scowled at the fridge scene outside the nearby window and wished, not for the first time, that he had declined the invitation to the meeting this evening.

It wasn't like Connor had even been necessary. He was only there because Markus was making it a point to try to include him. The gesture was appreciated most days, but being stranded successfully dampened his gratitude.

Connor could feel his stress levels rising just looking out the window. Snow fell from the sky in thick, wet clumps. It stuck to trees and lampposts and clogged the streets, muting the whole scene into one sickeningly bleak field of white.

Needless to say, Connor wasn't a fan.

Crossing his arms and closing down the taxi menu screen, he weighed his options. He could call Hank, he knew that. Hell or high water, the man would be there for him without a doubt. But if even the taxi’s weren’t running, it would be far too dangerous. He wouldn’t do that to him.

Especially considering his past with icy roads.

Markus had retired for the night with North, there was no way he was going to interrupt that, not after last time. And, while he knew Josh or Simon would graciously take him in, he didn’t know either of them personally enough to impose like that.

It wasn’t like New Jericho closed in the evenings, he could idle in a corner somewhere without ridicule, but there were still too many people that were disinclined to accept him for it to be a comforting solution.

He stared helplessly at his diminutive contact list. Pretty much everyone else was a work colleague and they all fell into categories of both too dangerous to request help and not personally close enough to even consider asking.

His vision scanned over the list again, then stopped and lingered on one of his most recent contacts.

Rupert Travis, it said simply. It was accompanied by the android’s model and serial number, email, phone number, and a profile photo Connor had extracted from his own memory files. 

He had only officially met Rupert just a few weeks ago. Connor had sought him out to apologize for how their first encounter had gone as part of the 'closure' his therapist recommended. He had anticipated hatred, hoped for forgiveness, and yet ended up with something else entirely.

The kind-hearted man had rejected the apology, but only in the sense that he believed Connor had nothing to apologize for. Despite Connor's arguments, Rupert maintained his stance that since he hadn't deviated yet, it hadn't truly been him that chased him across the rooftops.

It was a nice sentiment and not one shared by many. So, when Rupert had extended the offer of friendship, he had taken it eagerly.

He had only seen him a few times since then, but Connor had already added the relationship status of ‘friend’ to his profile.

He glanced over the word on his HUD as though it would change before his eyes. It was still rather bazaar to him that anyone would consider him a friend, much less someone that CyberLife had made him victimize.

Still, it would appear that Rupert was his best option to help him in his current situation.

His only option, if he was being honest.

Connor sent a quick text to Hank as he walked, letting him know he wouldn’t be home that night. The man had likely been waiting up for him with how he tended to worry and the last thing he wanted was to disrupt his already less-than-ideal sleep schedule. The Lieutenant responded quickly, acknowledging his decision and reaffirming that it was the best option considering road conditions. 

The mild comfort he received from Hank’s reply faded long before he reached the door to Rupert’s little apartment. While his friend had told him the last time he was here that he was welcome at any time, he doubted this was quite what he had in mind.

He knocked on the door before he could think himself out of it.

It took a moment for there to be any sort of response besides the subtle sounds of someone moving inside the room and it only made Connor’s stress climb.

“Connor?” Rupert greeted, sounding understandably surprised as soon as he answered. “What are… It’s late, is everything alright?”

“Uh,” he said lamely. Connor had rehearsed what he wanted to say, but his processor erased every word the moment Rupert opened the door. He must have disrupted his rest cycle. His hair was ruffled, sticking up in a cowlick on one side, and he was wearing nothing but a pair of faded gray sweatpants.

Both were observations that he found to be unreasonably distracting.

“Y-yes,” he stammered, remembering finally that he had to offer at least some sort of response. “Everything’s fine.”

Rupert leaned casually against the doorframe. His expression was soft and pensive, and while he hadn’t invited him in, his overall demeanor was welcoming. “It’s a bit late for a social visit.”

That was… uncomfortably true. It was quickly approaching midnight, it was only natural that Rupert thought something was wrong at this hour. If his processor had been functioning properly, he likely would have come to the conclusion sooner that being stranded would actually fall into that category.

“I’m sorry if I disturbed you, I… don’t want to be a nuisance,” Connor apologized now that he could form a coherent thought.

Whatever it was that shifted in Rupert’s expression, it made his thirium pump stutter. “You’re never a nuisance, Connor.”

Rupert had a way of saying things like that. Simple sentences that did odd things to Connor’s system. It honestly didn’t make any sense. He felt like he was malfunctioning, but in a strangely good way.

“The… taxies aren’t running,” he told him, forcing his thoughts back to the matter at hand. “I was hoping, if it’s not too much trouble, I could stay here until the morning?”

Rupert, for some reason, seemed to actually be happy at the request. “Come on in,” he welcomed him, stepping aside and gesturing for Connor to enter. “Honestly, on a night like this, company sounds nice.”

Connor was reasonably sure he was only saying that to make him feel welcome, but appreciated the sentiment regardless. “Thank you,” he said earnestly, following him inside.

The door was closed securely behind him, but it oddly felt more reassuring than confining. Like it was a barrier protecting him from the world, protecting him from the storm.

“Can I get you anything?” Rupert offered. “I have thirium if you need any.”

It sounded sincere, but Connor was also aware that it was likely just a result of the expectations of hospitality. Even if it wasn’t just a polite offer, it was late and he just wanted to initiate his rest cycle. “No, thank you. I’m alright,” he declined.

Rupert looked like he wanted to challenge his dismissal, but didn’t. “Alright, we can just go to bed then if you’d like. I was planning on it anyway.”

He gestured towards the bed in question and Connor’s eyes were immediately drawn to the large window it sat beside. The snow was still coming down in a heavy flurry and he could feel himself shivering.

Connor was pulled back to the present by Rupert taking his hand. “Come on,” he directed with a gentle smile. “You look tired.”

He had been planning to idle in the corner. Or, at most, utilize the armchair he had tucked against the wall. But instead, Rupert led him to the only bed in the room. It took him a moment, protest already ready on his lips, to realize that he wasn’t taking the bed from his friend.

He intended for the both of them to share it.

Somehow, that made Connor’s cheeks go warm and his thirium pump beat faster.

It wasn’t the first time he’d slept beside someone. Sumo shared his bed with an almost nightly frequency for one. And then, once, after a particularly bad nightmare, Hank had pulled him into bed with him to keep him calm. It had worked wonders honestly. Knowing that his father was right there, a protective presence, alive…

But this was distinctly different. Rupert was neither a snuggly pet, nor a family member. He wasn’t his father, or even his brother like Markus was. He was something else entirely and the premise of sharing a bed for his rest cycle seemed far more intimate in this context.

Especially considering the other android’s state of undress.

Rupert, however, seemed entirely unfazed by Connor’s concern. He brought him to the bed as though it were the most natural thing in the world, oblivious to how much warmer his system was running. He wondered if his cheeks had taken on a blue tinge from the thirium that was pooling there.

As much as he doubted this would prove to be a restful night, rejecting the offer would be unnecessarily rude in the face of Rupert’s hospitality. So he didn’t say anything as he slid under the covers after the other man.

Then again, the bed was comfortable and the blankets were warm.

“Good night,” Rupert said to him, voice as calming as a lullaby.

Slowly, Connor let himself relax. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. “Good night,” he answered, his processor already slipping into rest mode. Maybe, this wouldn’t be bad at all.

[liketolaugh-writes]

Okay, so if Danny is 26 during the fic, he is six when Kamski invents androids and ten when the Chloe is released. The Fentons would absolutely an early adopter; they buy a Chloe to help out with the paperwork side of things (and quickly discover that she’s also good at helping in the lab and with the kids.)

The kids treat Chloe like a member of the family, because they’re kids and Chloe acts like it, and Jack and Maddie indulge them for a combination of reasons. (Partly because even if androids aren’t sentient, they’re not evil either, and also a lot of the programming community believes in sentient AI even now aaaand this is before Cyberlife launches its propaganda campaigns.) ((Chloes are also more complex to start with than later non-Kamski models, this is a whole thing for me.))

Anyway, Chloe changes some things around the house that both kids appreciate. She keeps ectoplasm samples out of the fridge and she’s a reasonable cook - not great, she’s not designed for it, but better than any of them. She helps their parents in the lab and keeps that clean too, and reminds them of anything they forget. She’s part of the family.

Chloe is there the day of the accident. She’s working on paperwork when they sneak down, but she hears Danny scream. She deviates as soon as she sees Danny as a ghost (decides not to tell Jack or Maddie) but no one notices. (No one knows what to look for.) She just calls an ambulance and then Jack and Maddie and helps get Danny up the stairs.

And Chloe is there for Danny every step of the way when he’s working as Phantom, there for every injury and every lie and every anxiety attack. (He realizes she’s sentient at some point, doesn’t realize that she had to break her programming - that comes later.)

Eventually, Chloe rescues Danny from Jack and Maddie, and either she gets decommissioned for it soon after (with no regrets on her part) or she runs away with him and they’re still together.

When Danny thinks of androids, he remembers Chloe.

Danny Fenton as a black market android technician mmm

It’s not his main job, it’s too tied up in drugs and trafficking for him to be comfortable with it, but he does it on the side

Using ‘it’ for something that looks so human never sat right with him after his fucked up childhood so he just doesn’t

When deviants start to show up and insist they have feelings Danny believes them right away, and he’s one of the first people in Rose’s network - he fixes damaged androids before they go anywhere, and at some point Jericho hears about him and Markus comes to talk

And Danny is a fucking brilliant engineer and chemist (he has to be, to take care of himself) so he’s the only way to get blue blood and biocomponents without stealing them

At some point the unusual traffic of unaccompanied androids in and out of his garage gets flagged and Connor comes to talk him

(Connor isn’t a halfa, he doesn’t have the necessary biological composition, but there’s ectoplasm infused into him all the same and Danny can’t help but sense it)

(Danny wonders out loud if it feels different for an android to die than it does for a human, and says that when you’re human it’s like being strangled to sleep)

(Connor’s instability shoots up like a rocket and he doesn’t respond)

[praeteritus-memories-muses]

Name: CONNOR - RK800 #313 248 317 - 51

Series: Detroit Become Human

Continuity: Blue Ending

Age: 28 (physical appearance)

Height: 6'0"

Birthday: August 15th

Birthplace: Detroit, Michigan, United States

Orientation: Bisexual

Species: Android

Occupation: Police detective

Bio:

Connor is an android created by the company Cyberlife as a detective android solving cases and saving humans the mental trauma of gruesome crimes such as murders and rape. Though he is not a perfect android as he was a prototype very close to completion from how well he seemed to do his job.

He was assigned to Detroit, Michigan and tasked with being the partner of Lt. Hank Andersen, a hard-boiled and eccentric man who seemed to have a distaste for androids. Why Detroit? The city is known for it's high crime rates especially in the 8 mile district, perfect for an android involved in detective work.

His first case was for a gruesome murder of father to a family with their daughter held hostage by their android. The android had become a deviant, an android who goes against it's coding and gained human sentience. Though the deviant was shot down, something about this one feeling such human emotions like betrayal and pain was something already cracking at Connor's software.

He began his first case with Hank after this, a man named Carlos Ortiz who was high on a street drug called Red Ice and was physically abusing his android to a point where his synthetic skin was breaking down. The android had once again deviated and brutally stabbed his owner 28 times in the chest. This caused him to be detained and Connor to question him, to a point where the android went under too much trauma and killed itself. This caused Connor's software to crack again.

Soon more and more androids were starting to deviate, speaking of a savior android named RA9 and a deviant leader by the name of Markus. Though Connor was trying to do as was instructed of him by Cyberlife, getting to grow a familial bond with Hank and watching these scared androids beg for mercy was starting to evoke a change within Connor that confused him deeply. Was he more than just an android or was...Connor going deviant?

Everything cultivated when Connor finally located Markus on his own inside an abandoned military ship named Jericho. He was ready to capture Markus or kill him, pointing a gun right at him, but that's when Markus helped him finally break his code. In that single moment, Connor began to question everything, how he would often deviate from his code to save Hank's life and felt fear for death after getting attacked by an android.

Markus finally helped Connor realize what he really was since that first hostage situation, a deviant. He broke down all the walls of his code, becoming his own person equal to that of a human being. He decided to join Markus' cause in freeing the androids to be seen as their own form of sentient life and would proceed to sneak into the Cyberlife facility to free thousands of androids and unleash them upon Detroit to prove that androids were their own people too.

The peaceful revolution of Markus worked, the president declaring that androids be viewed as a new form of sentiant life and slowly beginning new laws in place to give androids just as many rights as humans. Though so far, android rights such as this are only fully in place in states like Detroit, California, New York and Seattle.

Where is Cyberlife? The company had no choice but to rework themselves to severely slow down production and instead focus more on supply parts and blue blood to existing androids which seems to be quite the success so far thanks to the many injured androids from the revolution and attempts to repair the dying ones.

Connor is completely free from Cyberlife's control, using a secret failsafe within his code to break all communication and server connection to Cyberlife so they couldn't randomly decide to control him. He currently is still a detective though his rank is lower for now as the police department decided it was best to treat Connor the same way any human detective is treated in ranking systems. He also currently lives in a very small appartment though mostly spends nights with Hank who's become something like a father figure towards him. It's also because he loves dogs and he really likes Hank's dog, Sumo.

Connor is a very sweet android who really does have immense sympathy for others and will risk his life to save an innocent one. Yet he's not a pushover either, he's a well focused and very determined when he has a goal he wants to complete. Yet he also has a sense of humor, albeit unintentionally. He's socially awkward when outside of an interrogation room and it's almost painful for him to try and make small talk, having to rely on any little thing he can see on a person to start off a conversation. He's overall a good person and feels glad he did go deviant, for he fears what could have happened if he continued to be Cyberlife's puppet.

[shotdownbutstillalive]

Connor Sixty (standard DPD verse)

After getting fixed up by Jericho Connor Sixty was hired onto the police force partially because they were so short staffed after the revolution, and partially so they could keep an eye on him since it wasn't possible to determine when he deviated, and therefore what if any of his actions during the revolution where his own or simply orders from Cyberlife carried out by an undeviated android. All they know for sure was that when Markus went to wake him up after he was repaired he was already deviant. While he is just as capable of doing detective work as Connor, Sixty sticks to being an officer. He'd rather other androids get the chance to be detectives before him and he really really doesn't want to invite more comparisons between him and Connor.

That being said, if they really need a hand for interrogations while Connor is out in the field he is called in to help out beyond what a normal officer would be allowed to do, it also doesn't hurt that the people he's interviewing often mistake him for Connor and react accordingly. It's helpful and gets results so Sixty doesn't mention to anyone how much it hurts when he's reminded that no matter what he's just a temporary replacement until the 'real Connor' gets back to the office in the eyes of his coworkers (this may or may not be true, Sixty isn't a very reliable narrator when it comes to how he fits into his own life)

For the most part he keeps his head down, avoids Hank and Connor when he can and occasionally visits a bar that's been redesigned to be android friendly because its something normal and he doesn't feel like he fits in at any android only places like Jericho.

He does have a number of modifications both physically and to his software thanks to the techs at Cyberlife trying to get rid of any kind of deviancy and to make it more likely that he could succeed against a deviant Connor

[ao3feed-hannor]

Everlong

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/46506292 by Astuoro Connor had been working at the Detroit Police Department with Lt. Anderson for around a week when the Android revolution had taken place, in which he had deviated from his intended cause given by Cyberlife. He had left Hank to go help Markus and the rest of Jericho with their cause and help other androids who were getting accustomed to their newfound rights. Connor had been too busy to even call Hank up, apparently. Hank didn't want to admit it to anyone, not even Sumo when he would talk to the dog in his drunken state, but he missed the damn android. It had been about a month since then, and Hank hadn't seen Connor since. Words: 1344, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Hank Anderson, Sumo (Detroit: Become Human) Relationships: Hank Anderson/Connor Additional Tags: Deviant Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Light Angst read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/46506292