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yanderes-galore · 2 years

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I’ll send my requests one by one :)

First off:

I’d like to ask for Detroit Become Human.

Character: RK 800-60 (also known as “Sixty”, “Tower Connor”)

Reader: Human

He’s confirmed to be leading more on sadistic side, so it’s gonna be an interesting writing.

Okay! I'll see what I can do :) I'd love to write my D:BH in the future, honestly. Of course, this takes place during Connor's DEVIANT Route.

Yandere! RK 800-60 Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Yandere behavior, Murder, Sadism, Manipulation, Playing with emotions, Implied possessive behavior, Corrupted sense of 'love', Obsession, Blood mention.

- You are close friends with Connor and Hank.

- Maybe a little closer to Connor than some would think....

- Just like Hank, you were supportive of the android's decision to become deviant.

- It was hard not to when Connor even showed an interest in you like you did with him.

- Humans supporting the revolution were scarce, but you and Hank did for the friend you trusted so dearly.

- Which is why it hurt so much when you met Connor-60

- An android that pretended to be the Connor you knew and loved.

- You were trying to help Connor with the Cyber-Life Tower mission but ended up being fooled along with Hank.

- You were in disbelief....

- Connor-60 even used your feelings against you to get you to trust him.

- Your Connor's memory was uploaded into him, meaning he knew your feelings for the bot.

- You were so naive when the imposter smiles at you, just like Connor.

- "(Y/N)... you do know I love you too, right?"

- You were played right into his hand.

- Unaware that this Connor was much more deceptive and sadistic than the one you loved.

- Everything he did was carefully calculated.

- To the point of getting you alone just to lure you in even more with a sweet kiss.

- Anything for the mission...

- Although, he'll admit, he can see why that deviant Connor also enjoys you.

- Both you and Hank are taken captive by this imposter to bribe Connor.

- You're just about in tears when there's a gun to your head in front of your Connor, his hand still ready to wake the android warehouse.

- "What'll it be, Connor? The revolution, or the life of your two closest partners."

- You now notice that smile on Connor-60's face is more sadistic than sincere.

- "Maybe I'll just kill you and Hank. (Y/N) seems like a nice partner for myself."

- The gun is shifted off you and pressed against Hank's head, you being dragged by the waist towards Connor-60.

- His grip is tight, possessive even....

- It felt so strange-

- Connor look visibly concerned and agitated at the thought of not only losing Hank and his own 'life'...

- But also you living your own life unhappy at the side of an imposter.

- "Keep (Y/N) out of this! (Y/N) doesn't need to get involved!"

- "Based on the reaction you're giving me, Connor, I'd say (Y/N) DOES need to be involved."

- A showdown starts, Connor engaging in Connor-60 once he's able to get the poser to let you go.

- Then you and Hank are left with an important decision.

- Which Connor is which?

- Your heart is beating fast, they both answer questions so similarly.

- You close your eyes tightly when you realize your emotions are being used again.

- "(Y/N). You can trust me! I love you, don't I? Shoot the other one. Then we can be happy!"

- The outcome can go one of two ways.

- One where Hank shoots Connor-60 and you live happily with Connor and Hank together in a new world.

- or one where Connor is shot, leaving you with despair...

- The shot goes off, there's blue blood that splatters on the floor...

- and Connor-60 grins.

- "Well done, you two. You made my job easier."

- You can't hold back the sob that comes out of your mouth.

- Hank himself is trying to recollect his thoughts and emotions.

- "You sack of sh-"

- Another shot rings in your ears, this time Connor-60 has a gun.

- His gaze towards you is cold and calculating.

- All except for that pleased grin....

- Even when he killed both of your friends/loved ones, he acts so damn pleased.

- "My mission is complete. By the way, I still retain the memories of my predecessor, (Y/N)."

- He steps close to you, you step back.

- You refuse to look at the bodies....

- "So what?"

- There's a laugh.

- "You can still love me, no?"

- You shake your head.

- "Never!"

- You go to run but Connor-60 grabs your hand, pulling you to his chest.

- "Give me a chance, (Y/N)...."

- He holds your chin, leaning close.

- "You won't notice a difference."

#yandere detroit become human #yandere dbh #yandere connor 60 #yandere cyberlife tower connor

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iwonderwh0 · 9 months

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Gavin: Would you look at that! Struggling alcoholic and his murder-bot are back in town! You must've found each-other in the same dumpster both of you crawled out of – truly a perfect match.

Connor *in the nicest tone of voice possible*: Thanks! Maybe one day you find someone too.

#dbh incorrect quotes

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klaviergavinwiki · 1 year

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one thing that keeps me up at night is that. idk how to get the dialogue for it but one of the really hidden twists in the detroiit is that cyber life planned deviancy to happen so they would go deviant and freak out the humans and then cyberlife could create robots to fight the deviants and humans would buy them bc of the initial fear the deviants caused so the underlying plot of detroit is that episode of futurama where mom is like 'im gonna have a bunch of kill bots kill ppl then the scared humans will buy the next wave of kill bots to kill the first ones and we'll make millions' anythig detroit has tried to do futurama did better

honestly not shocked considering the whole "we knew you'd become deviant connor that was our goal all along >:)" twist but i'm going through and doing the most hateful violent run i can possibly muster when i get back from housesitting next week i'm gonna murder i'm gonna kill and maim humans i'm gonna shoot the chloes and the tracis and whatever other robots they let me throttle and at some point they will give me this lore and i'll spit venom out of my salivary glands and puke blood even though i know about it already.

#racism simulator 2018 #also everything they've done has been done better in futurama tbh #like idk how many times i was like oh this is just like the lucy liu bot

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grunge-mermaid · 10 months

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grunge rewatches midsomer murders pt 2

full disclosure: I'm mostly knitting and kind of watching bc I'm still rotted only season 1 of Little Mosque on the Prairie is available on prime & if I want to watch the rest I have to sign up for Disney+

but anyway, here's pt 2 of That Corpse Is Breathing Pretty Deeply Fellas You Sure She's Dead?

2x01 Death's Shadow

opening with a flashback. always a good omen. Gerald/Liam started with a flashback and that episode was fucking wild man

Judy Parfitt...Judy Parfitt...

I know I could look her up but I want to be surprised by how I know her

no Joyce don't fall victim to the wedding industrial complex

SISTER MONICA JOAN

OF COURSE IT'S SISTER MONICA JOAN

I FUCKING LOVE SISTER MONICA JOAN

ahh good old Badger's Drift

all the good murders happen in Badger's Drift

"the head bounced into the hall" yikes

I knew there was a beheading in Badger's Drift I just got the episodes mixed up

why are there so many abusive husbands in these villages

well that hymn definitely isn't shared with the UCC

and we're back in the One And Only Lawyer's Office Set

oh that's a good murder

so dramatic and intense

love it

that corpse definitely isn't breathing

no lungs left

side effect of being burned to a crisp

please tell me someone's going to get an arrow through the neck

Chekhov's quiver

fine I'll settle for an arrow in the back

a character called Fletcher getting killed by a bow & arrow. beautiful

*gets caught in bed with a 19yo man* "I am not a homosexual, it disgusts me" baby boy... let me introduce you to the concept of internalized homophobia

"we never meant to hurt him" YOU LYNCHED A CHILD

WHY WOULD YOU PUT A NOOSE AROUND A CHILD'S NECK AND MAKE HIM STAND ON A RICKETY CHAIR ON UNEVEN GROUND IF YOU NEVER MEANT TO HURT HIM

gotta love it when the corpses don't breathe. such a rarity on this show

2x02 Strangler's Wood

only rated 13+? that doesn't bode well

this is the episode that was on PBS the other day that made me want to rewatch the series

they censored the word "shit"

idk why you can't say "shit" after 9pm on American television

anyway...let the commentary commence

if I didn't know that was Phyllis Logan I wouldn't believe it

11yo boys in the woods before school is never good

grown ass man can't take care of himself

stop infantalizing your husbands challenge 1998

ahh there's some good old fashioned victim blaming

I do appreciate a good Obvious Red Herring

I think one of the writers has a choking fetish

that comment's gonna get me some bots isn't it

"help my son is gay" "get a life"

I know I only watched this the other day but I already forget if they address why Kate Merrill recognizes Troy's name

like obviously he's written to her agony column, at least that's how they're setting it up, but I don't remember if they actually address it

"she's being dying for about 6 years now. we're getting used to it"

hey it's a Jenny Lind bed! *proceeds to sing Heave Away on loop in my head*

Come get your duds in order cause we're bound to cross the water

Heave away me jollies heave away

Come get your duds in order cause we're bound to leave tomorrow

Heave away me jolly b'ys we're all bound away

it's just not the same without Connor Bedard

what is with the kids in these villages? is there something in the water that makes them all psychopaths?

the continuity in this show is *chef's kiss*

gotta reference every previous case always

...is this what straight men find attractive?

is that cigarette ad supposed to be sexy?

I love the Terrible American Accent that is specific to shows like this

got distracted by making a knitting pattern more complicated than it needs to be because intentionally stressing myself out over a lace wedding veil is more interesting than rewatching an episode I just saw like 2 days ago

I'll try to be more focused for the next ep but for now it's eurovision performances and then bed

2x03 Dead Man's Eleven

ah fuck it's cricket themed I'm gonna be completely out of my depth

full disclosure: it's nearly 40c (104f) and I don't have air conditioning so if my computer (or my brain) overheats, the commentary will be brief

like this

nearly 20mins in and I have no clue what's going on because my brain is soup

haunted museum? 350-year-old family feud? that's all I've got

something about smoked mackerel

good god the sound on my parents tv is fucking awful

the music and screaming are painfully loud but the dialogue is barely audible

I get that Sandra is traumatized and all but jesus everything she says is a piercing shriek

wait a minute

the episode description mentioned cricket

why is there no cricket yet?

I want to steal my cat's cooling mat

can I make it through the last 30 minutes before taking a nap?

why am I not intrigued by this episode? is it boring? is it the difficult-to-hear dialogue making the episode hard to follow even with captions? is it the heat making it impossible to focus? we may never know

hard to tell if the corpse is breathing when it's buried

good lord that was the longest 7 minutes of my life how is there still 23 minutes to go?

*makes impatient "wrap it up" gesture*

OH MARTYR WARREN. it's a place!

I thought they've been saying Marta since 1x01

I assumed they were talking about a person who lived in Midsomer

someone everyone knows, runs a cute little shop or something, pillar of the community, everyone's nan kind of person

one of those characters who's always referenced but never seen. like Villix'pran or Captain Boday on DS9

apparently this is actually 3x04 Beyond The Grave. the real 2x03 has a really great cast (Imelda Staunton, Annabelle Apsion, Robert Hardy, Toby Jones). can't tell you who any of these folks are though

3 minutes left...

of course they read daily mail

but at least they're critical of it

ok nap time. summer is the worst.

2x04 Blood Will Out

the heat broke and my parents have gone out so I get the good tv tonight. let's wrap up season 2

Martyr Warren. of course it's set in Martyr Warren

this ep is about Travellers, it's gonna be culturally insensitive isn't it?

who is this guy

he's Gibbs from Pirates of the Carribean

Hector Bridges reminds me of Dr Bombay

ok so far this isn't as bad as I expected

there's still an hour and a half to prove me wrong though

like yeah there are townspeople who are being dicks but so far the police have just said "please don't litter and please leave when you said you would"

"I'm not kinky"

no shit Troy

you're so repressed vanilla is too spicy for you

and that's coming from me

Barnaby gets points for the casual use of the singular they

please tell me those are not morris dancers in blackface

I do appreciate that the rich bigots are the baddies here and not the travellers like you would expect from a nearly 30 year old show

also appreciate the widow not grieving her abusive husband

"the killer did us a favour"

Wife Swap: version 2.0

ah there we go

Troy being the asshole we know and hate

love me some gossipy bitches gossiping about murder over a game of scrabble

this is some spec ops shit isn't it

nope not spec ops just a corrupt commander

Troy may be as kinky as a slice of wonder bread, but the writers of this show are definitely into some shit

or has AO3 just completely ruined me and I see kink where there is none?

"I made the classic mistake of not believing you had been abused" a cop making a good and sincere apology? I'm shocked

murdering someone with a shotgun while dressed in all white is a bold move girl

well that's season 2 over and done with I guess. see you back here for season 3.

#grunge rewatches midsomer murders

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nityarawal · 5 months

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12/5/2023

Morning Songs

Doge Me

Buy Me

Doje Me

Eric Budd

Tried To Sell

Crazy Bitcoin

Tech Guy

Doge Me

Jonathan Budd Said

Sell My Solar MLM

Doje Me

He's My Little Brother

Want A "Crazy"

Boytoy

To Make A Lab

Tahimba Asked

Thanks

Doje Me

No Merci

He Dresses Up OK

To Catch A Train

Lives Out Of A

Backpack

On The Harbors

Streets

Of Oceanside

Doje Me

But Doesn't Make Sense

Doje Me

Why'd You Steal His

Daughters'

Grandma Budd

Doje Me

Do You Think There

Might Be Something

More Important

Then Your Fur Pets

Aliens

Doje Me

What Are You

A Mamma Too

Doje Me

Didn't You Get Tutorial

Doje Me

Federal Banks Broke

Doje Me

Elon Bots Hustling

Into Private Rooms

And Chats

Doje Me

Do You Want To Marry

Doje Me

Be An American King

Like You're Jyotish

Says

Doje Me

These Hustlers Are

After A State Stipend

Doje Me

Did They Steal Your

Identity

Doje Me

Coyotes Call All Night

Long

Doje Me

Doje You

Doje Us

Why What Good Is A

Few Cents

Doje Me

Doje You

How You Gonna Live

In Doje "Do-Do"

Doje Me

Doje You

Dojo Fights No More

Mars Man

Doje Me

Doje You

Bring The Tweens

To Doje

And Dual

That's What Doje Is

For

Doje Me

Doje You

Send The Bloody Dogs

To Mars

Won't You

Doje Me

Doje You

Sinead O' Connor

Is Ready Joan Of Arc

CyberGod

To Man The

Astronauts And Farm

Ahead Of Us

Doje Me

Doje You

Put Out Your Requests

Doje Me

Doje You

We'll Remember Your

Dogs

In Mars

Cats Too

Doje Me

Doje You

Could We Put The

Mothers First

Savannah

Bengals

Birds

Rainbow Parrots

Doje Me

Doje You

Cybertrucks For Gays

It's True

Took Precedence

As Usual

Kardashians

Still On Street Corners

For Bribes

Singing

Stop Murdering

Moms "Juice"

Mommy-Phobia

Doje Me

Doje You

Don't Cut Her Up

Nicole Simpson

Isn't A Meme

From The Simpsons

Doje Me

Doje You

Princess Diana Too

She Loved

A Prettier

Prince

Doje Me

Doje You

Glee

Why'd You Let

Naya Rivera

Drown

Hollywood

Voretex

Doje Me

Doje You

Why'd You Let

Our Best Mothers

Probate

Nardo

In 9/11

Doje Me

Doje You

Put Our Mothers

Above Dogs

Please

More Cuddly

Than Lizards

911

Men

Trans

Gays

On The Infinite

List

To Mars

Thankyou

Please

Martians

First Moms

Merci

Peace

Peace,

Nitya Nella Davigo Azam Moezzi Huntley Rawal

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arkitiore · 3 years

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Little headcanon of mine about how Connors appearance seems to be the only face template for the RK800 line:

It isn't.

Nor was the original purpose of the RK800 line deviant hunting. I like to imagine that the deviant hunting/police assistant angle was a convenient cover up for the original reason that the line was developed; Espionage.

It would make sense as to why he was placed in such public positions for his testing as well - we know he is on the news multiple times and we can assume given the information that the broadcasters have that Cyberlife likely did at least one press conference to discuss Connors existence. Which could be considered odd for a tech company to do during such a secretive project testing phase...especially one involved in such a volatile issue...

But why though do I think that Connor is presented as the only RK800 appearance option? - something he also believes himself ("I'm not a unique model am i?")

None of the other RK800s are branded as androids. They are made to assimilate. They are made to look and behave indistinguishably from human beings - In a similar way that Connor is also able to operate with a level of autonomy that differs vastly from other androids. I believe the RK800 line goes far beyond being a Cyberlife project given his direct successor is literally the line of 200,000 androids commissioned by the US military. Connor is the friendly public face of the RK800 line, a perfect machine tasked with killing androids and protecting humanity. The rest of them? They're already diffused into the human population - on their own missions in the USA, or abroad, spying, gathering intel and assassinating targets as commanded.

#and i love to think about what would happen if this was uncovered post revolution #how the company would be seen #the government #how CONNOR would then be percieved. Would the humans view a literal spy/murder bot in an android leadership position as a threat?#what sort of discourse would come from it #connor dbh #dbh #detroit become human #headcanons #headcanon #i cant remember which tag i usually use lmao #eventually i will draw all my little rk800 OCs

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cinnamontoastensketches · 6 years

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It’s my Birthday and I decided to draw myself a murder boy ♥

#dbh connor #detroit become human #detroit connor #dbh #blood #happy birthday to me~#I'm no longer 23~#I'm also not dead #i draw so much #I just dont post anything #because I've been in a slump #so have a bloody murder bot

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fandom-necromancer · 2 years

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Personality to match

This was prompted by an amazing anon! I know you likely wanted a more fluffy story, but one scene popped up in my head at reading your prompt and I got carried away. If you want more fluff, just write me again, I can write you another one! Enjoy!

Fandom: Detroit become human Ship: Reed900 Warnings: Serial killer, minor character death(android)

‘The killer’s target are androids. We don’t know about a motive other than anti-android resentment of the man. We found DNA samples at the scenes, but we can’t narrow it down more than that our suspect is human, male and in his mid-thirties. The victims weren’t of a specific model or unit number, no accountable similarities neither in jobs pre-revolution nor after. We think of these murders to be connected because they always happen on Thursdays and the man kills them slowly by taking out the thirium pump and destroying it just enough, so it won’t fit back in completely. The component can work as such, but not enough to support full function. It takes a victim half an hour to terminal overheating and deactivation.’

‘And that’s all you have?’ ‘Yes, Sir’, Gavin nodded. He was sitting in front of Fowler’s desk, his “partner” Nines next to him. The bot was helpful, yes, but they didn’t get along. They didn’t get along at all. Nines had listened to Gavin’s report, mostly because he knew that if he had given it himself, the human would have interrupted him again and again. He would have told him to cut his report short or if he’d already done that, comment that he had forgotten some detail. He was sure the man did it just to tease him into a reaction that allowed for a graver retaliation.

Funnily enough, Nines had thought to be lucky at first. When he had been partnered up, he had heard of the competence of Gavin Reed and his dedication to the job. He had been warned the man would be difficult, but at the time Nines had been confident in his ability to handle him. And first standing before him, he had been surprised to see a generally fit and attractive man. Too bad the personality didn’t match.

‘Nines, anything to add?’, Fowler asked. ‘No, Sir’, he shook his head. ‘Unfortunately, this is all we gathered so far.’ ‘You are aware today is a Thursday?’ ‘Yes’, the android answered. ‘And what are you planning to do?’ Gavin leaned back. ‘Wait for the next dead machine to turn up, then hope we get new information.’ Nines ground his teeth. That was typical Reed. Speaking of the victims as if they were mere resources for information, not previously living beings with a life, family, a future. Nines was quite sure that was because they were androids. He certainly wouldn’t treat humans this way, he thought. He couldn’t prove anything as all their major cases had involved androids, but he was sure with how the detective treated him and others, that his prejudice wasn’t uncalled for. Fowler sighed. ‘I don’t have to tell you that that is unacceptable, do I?’

‘What do you want me to do, Captain?’, Gavin asked, full confrontation. ‘Sit in a car and drive around Detroit hoping to per chance find the murder site while it happens? No, I will sit at my desk and work on the other ongoing cases until we heard something that might help us. I am doing my part. Not like that waste of space of a partner you forced on me.’ ‘I did broadcast a search call to all androids in the city still connected to the network, Detective. As soon as someone sees something suspicious, I will be notified.’ ‘Yeah, and where did that bring us so far?’ ‘Further than you not working on the case!’ ‘Enough!’, Fowler ordered. ‘Enough with you two. Learn to behave like adults and work together, for fuck’s sake! Notify me once you have something new and pray you have settled your differences before next week, or I’ll give the case to Hank and Connor and put you two in some lovely team-building events for the rest of the week! Now go annoy someone else!’

They went to their desks, but before Nines could sit down, Gavin pointed a finger at him. ‘You. With me. Out.’ Then he left for the door. Nines shook his head, laid his hand on his terminal to check if anything had come up and then followed the man outside. ‘What the phck is your problem!’, he was screamed at just as he left the building. ‘I’m not pulling my weight? Excuse me? I’m working my ass off; you are the one that slacks!’ ‘I’m doing everything I can’, Nines said forcing his voice to be level and calm. ‘Oh right, right. Cyberlife’s best can only text his tin-can friends out there that they are on a potential murder list. Nice work, really brings the case forward.’

Nines narrowed his eyes. That was a step too far, so he turned the tables on the detective: ‘You don’t even care, do you? These victims are nothing to you, aren’t they? All you care for is a nice reference, isn’t it? Statistics of solved cases and imprisoned criminals. You just work to make it to Lieutenant, the people whose lives are on the line don’t matter to you at all.’ Gavin stood in front of him, breathing heavy with anger. Then he deliberately let go of his breath and as he spoke, for the very first time, it sounded like the man was really speaking with him. As if there wasn’t some ulterior motive or goal or hidden message in his words.

‘That’s really what you think.’ Nines wasn’t sure if it was a question or a statement, so he stayed silent. ‘Of course, that’s what you think, who am I fooling.’ Nines had expected an argument, but Gavin just turned around and left for the building without another word.

The next victim did manage to get them some new information. Thanks to Nines’ warning, an android had noticed suspicious behaviour and had contacted them. They had arrived far earlier at the scene than before, but not early enough for them to save anyone. The android was long gone, memory core losing charge by the second. An android was harder to kill than a human, but once the memory core started destabilising, they couldn’t be saved anymore. At least not in a way where the person was still recognisable as who they were before. Still, the victim was of help: Nines interfaced with the hardware and found new hints to their murderer: Their suspect had an old manufacturing list from a Cyberlife plant and worked his way through it. What meant that with a few days working overtime they had found the list in Cyberlife’s database.

Fowler had ordered all possible victims to be watched. Nines had asked all of them to be notified too, but of course, Gavin had argued against it. Not disturbing the victims’ behaviour so the killer wouldn’t get spooked, catching the culprit was of higher importance. Nines wasn’t that far from committing a murder himself for that. If lives could be saved, that was more important than to catch the asshole. It was only a matter of time, anyways. But Fowler had put his trust in Gavin. Human error.

The worst was the damn grin the human threw over to him once they were at their desk. Nines face hardened and he just stared at Gavin, who at least lost the damn smile. ‘Come on Nines, you will see, we will get this asshole.’ ‘I know we will’, Nines hissed. ‘But how many more people will die? We could have them pulled to safety, or at least warned. We know he has the list, we can see how he got it and then-‘ ‘Loose even more time, tin-can.’ ‘Don’t call me that!’, Nines shouted. ‘I’m done with this, with you, everything. I knew you didn’t care, but don’t you at least have a little bit of compassion? We can end this now!’ ‘Nines’, Gavin tried, for once actually using his name. ‘Despite what you may think of me, I’m well aware of the victims here. The killer would just go for a different bot not on that list.’ ‘But what if not?’, Nines argued. ‘What if that list is somehow important? Why didn’t he just take some units from the street from the very beginning? You are aware of the victims? Sure. But just because they are androids, they don’t matter to you, do they?’ ‘Oh phck off!’, Gavin groaned. ‘You just see what you want to see. I’m going on patrol, don’t you dare following me.’

As if Nines would have done that. The moment Gavin had left the bullpen, was the first time he could relax that day. He simply pinned the location of the car Gavin had taken to his GPS and started digging for the origins of that list. If he was quick enough, then maybe they had found the murderer before next Thursday. If only he was quick enough. If only he had his partner to help him. Despite how much of an asshole Gavin could be, he was unbelievably good at this.

Thursday came quicker than Nines would have liked, and he still hadn’t found a connection between the list and the murderer. His first idea had been that the human had worked at the construction plant and had lost his job. But everyone who had worked there had been or was in the process of being interviewed and none of them had been suspicious. Nines had left the interviews themselves to Gavin, who was gladly accepting as that meant less time they had to spend together. To say that Nines missed him was too much, but he had gotten used to the man’s comments so much, that the quiet now seemed deafening.

Until his phone rang. He picked it up but didn’t even get a chance to state his name, as the other end already made demands: ‘Nines! Get here asap! And bring an ambulance or whatever you guys need, I’m with the victim. There had been another murder! The address is-‘ ‘I’ve got it from your car. Mechanic’s on the way. I’m coming. Are you alright?’ ‘Yeah, I’m okay, hurry!’ His next words weren’t even directed at him anymore. ‘Shh, it’s gonna be okay, you hear me? Help’s on the way. It’s gonna be okay.’

Nines slammed the phone down and was already running outside. Having called the automated car beforehand, he jumped in as it drove by and took over the wheel. Speeding through the city he reached Gavin’s car in record time and ran down into a dark alley. He could sense the thirium stains far earlier than he saw the android on the ground, Gavin above her. Nines stopped next to him. ‘Do you know where he is?’ ‘Ran this way’, Gavin gestured with his head, as both his hands held the android’s torso. ‘Then let’s go!’ ‘Will she make it?’, Gavin asked. It took Nines only a scan to determine, no, the mechanics wouldn’t be here in time with the spare. The woman’s thirium pump looked mangled, as if twisted in the middle and slammed back in without care. She would lose her thirium too fast to survive this. He looked at the detective and minutely shook his head. ‘Then I can’t leave her. You go. Got better chances anyways.’

Nines’ first thought was to protest, but Gavin had already turned back to the woman, a soft smile on his face that looked so entirely alien to him, he couldn’t believe it at first. ‘See, you will survive this. Help’s on the way’, he whispered lies to her. ‘Come on, stay with me, tell me about your girlfriend. She sounds like a lovely person.’ The android smiled at him, face glitching and voice tinny as she spoke: ‘She is. We planned on moving in together. See if the cat likes that.’ ‘You’ve got a cat? Me too’, Gavin laughed. ‘What’s the name?’ ‘Tom. Y-you know? Like… the cartooooon.’ ‘You watched that?’ ‘Ye-e-e it’ssss fuuunn-’ Her voicebox broke and the LED stuttered, before it went out completely. Her body got incredibly heavy now that it wasn’t held up anymore.

Without a word, Nines crouched down and interfaced with what was left of her mind and rapidly vanishing memory. ‘What are you doing?’, Gavin asked after a long pause. His voice sounded reserved. ‘If she saw the killer, we might get a picture. No use chasing him now. Too much time has passed, we wouldn’t find him.’ ‘Try to get the address to her flat, too.’ ‘Why?’ ‘Because I have a cat to save from the shelter and get to this girlfriend’, he said accusingly.

Nines disconnected from the body. ‘So you do care’, he hummed as he stood up. As he looked at Gavin, the human’s eyes could have killed. Gavin stepped forward and threw his balled fist in his face. It must have hurt the human far more than Nines, but it didn’t seem to matter. ‘Will you stop with this shit?! Of phcking course I care! What kind of question is that? A person just died in my arms because some degenerate asshole couldn’t keep his hands to himself. Because some people in this world still haven’t learned the basic concept of respect! People died, Nines. Have you really thought I would not care about that?’ ‘Androids died’, Nines corrected. ‘Some people still see the difference and I counted you to these people.’ ‘Yeah, there is a huge phcking difference!’, Gavin grunted. ‘But they are still persons. I learned that after the revolution. Doesn’t mean I suddenly kneel for a tin-can and welcome them as our overlords. You are to me no other than the rest of the people at the precinct: Quick to judge and unable to make compromises.’ Nines huffed: ‘That comes from the right person.’ ‘What? Just because I didn’t agree to your stupid plan of looking for clues were there are none? Listen, the asshole is a serial killer, to believe they would still act rationally has kept me busy chasing shadows far too often.’

‘Then why didn’t you just say that?’, Nines asked, as finally the pieces fell into place. The whole time they had circled each other stubbornly thinking of the other as the enemy. ‘As if I could have convinced you’, Gavin shrugged. ‘Who am I to challenge Cyberlife’s best?’ ‘Okay, point taken.’ In the distance, sirens became audible, the futile mechanic and backup from the police. Gavin looked down on the dead android and Nines could see the man in a new light. When he truly thought about it, he himself wouldn’t have acted much different if he were in the human’s position. He straightened his back then. ‘I’m sorry.’ ‘For what?’ ‘For being stubborn and for accusing you of not caring. That was uncalled for.’ ‘Hell yeah, it was’, Gavin chuckled. ‘But this was off to a bad start anyways, I guess. Me not used to having a partner and my inability to be open to people.’

Nines had already uploaded the picture of the criminal to the DPD database and had several computers searching for him on CCTV. It was only a matter of time until he would be spotted as the focus was on the area closest to their current location. They had to wait for the forensics to get to the scene and afterwards stepped aside for their preliminary report. Shortly afterwards, one of the systems pinged him with the location of the man. He looked at Gavin as they stood next to one of the cars. ‘Want to finally catch this asshole?’, Nines asked. ‘Partner?’ ‘Don’t get sappy on me now, Nines. I drive.’

Maybe there was still hope for the man.

#detroit become human #dbh #Reed900 #Gavin Reed #RK900 #yeah I thought about Gavin's soft side showing with a android victim while Nines watches #but then the whole rest of the short wrapped around it and the initial prompt got kinda lost #but I liked the story too much to delete and rewrite like I would normaly have done #even though this one would go way better with a long fic where they really really hate each other and then there are just some of these #glimpses here and there and that's why Nines stays with him and doesn't quit but not enough to like him #until maybe the killer got Nines and Gavin is there comforting him? Idk. But this definitely would work better for a long story #I'm rambling again aaaa #if you read to here have a nice day I am sorry XD

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tartrazeen · 3 months

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The absolute fantasy I have of Connor being interviewed as one of the five androids on that revolution's stage, months later, if not a full year, after having gone back to working with the DPD on their cold cases to microdose on his need for murder but still helping Jericho on the side...

... all to reveal that he's the one android with a really fucked up sense of humour, where half of the joke is how much of a nerdy, boring, passive, paper-pushing guy he is around the precinct.

I live for that reveal. 🥰 I imagine so many ways for everyone in the DPD to get that "CONNOR DID WHAT?!" snap of reality, all for Connor to be like 🙂 back at them as always.

Just.

Y'know.

So right now I'm picturing an interview where he's openly admitting it on national TV, fully aware the other cops are tuning in 'cause - haha, it's Connor! He's on TV! Maybe he'll do something other than his stupid customer service smile!

And immediately, they tune into the part talking about Connor's reputation for psychological 'pranks'

Connor: it's not that i'm out to hurt anyone. i just like playing little jokes :)

Interviewer: Jokes meant to scare people?

Connor: not scare. more to... sow doubt :)

Interviewer: Can you give me an example?

Connor: i mean... the joke is that no one but me really knows the answer. i can tell you the set-up for one, but i can't give you the whole thing.

Interviewer: Because the truth would spoil it.

Connor: correct :) i'm like a magician

Interviewer: Alright. Well, tell us the set-up.

Connor: :D okay. so at the christmas party, i gave everyone soap as a gift

Interviewer: ...

Connor: :D

Interviewer: Soap.

Connor: :D hand-made bars. it was an interesting process. i enjoyed learning how to do it. and they were personalized for everyone there

Interviewer: Was something wrong with the soap?

Connor: i hope not :( they were very nice bars of soap

Interviewer: Interesting.

Connor: of course :D have you seen fight club?

Interviewer: What?

Connor: it's a movie :D it's also a book :D they make soap in it

The Entirety of the DPD, Who Have Very Much Seen Fight Club:

Connor: their key to soap is the ingredients

Interviewer: Our producer just said that in the book, they use... body parts?

Connor: :D

Interviewer: So... the joke is using body parts in soap?

Connor: oh

Connor: no no

Connor: that's still the set-up

Connor: the joke is 'where would i even get them' :)

Interviewer:

Connor: :D

Interviewer:

Connor: see? it's funny :D

Interviewer: I'm... not sure I follow.

Connor: oh don't worry :)

Connor: they did :)

The Entirety of the DPD, Picturing Every Way Connor Has Access to Morgues and Crime Scenes: o_o

Connor: :D hi hank hi chris hi ben

Connor: Gavin.

Gavin: 👁️👄👁️

#dbh #detroit become human #dbh connor #connor is a murder bot #i write these for me i don't if you like them 😤#unless you like them in which case yaaay #my stuff #good job tartra

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connor-sent-by-cyberlife · 2 years

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🎄 DBH Advent Calendar 2021 🎄

By @anomalous-appliances

Connor hadn’t come to stay with Hank until right after Christmas 2038, and the lieutenant had immediately regretted that he couldn’t give Connor some holiday shit. Just something to welcome him to the home and to the family. He’d mentioned that and Connor said just having a home and a family was gift enough. He just said that kind of shit, completely sincere, and Hank resolved then and there that in 2039 he’d do better.

A year and two more murder-bots later, it seemed even more important to do something special.

“Okay, careful on the steps,” he called, going to open the door while the three androids untied the tree from the roof of his car. “I just salted ‘em this morning and it’s already fucking frozen again…”

“Yes, that’s how ice works,” Sixty said, pulling off the ropes while Nines and Connor pulled down the tree. “It melts in the sun, then refreezes when a shadow falls on it.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Hank muttered. “Easy, Sumo. Let ‘em in. …Hope it fits.”

“It should fit perfectly,” Connor assured him. “This is the largest tree that will fit in the living room.”

Sumo pressed closer to investigate and got underfoot as Connor and Nines got the tree situated in the corner. In the meantime, Hank turned to Sixty.

“C’mon, help me get all the decorations out of the garage.”

“Do you have a lot?” Sixty asked, strolling behind Hank.

“Way more than we’ll need. …Cole always got real excited, I couldn’t say no to him,” Hank muttered.

Sixty was silent, but when Hank stopped to open the door to the garage he clasped the older man’s shoulder.

“It’s – I’m fine, we’re still gonna get ‘em out, don’t worry about –“

Sixty pulled him into a brief, awkward hug, and it spoke to both their progress that he did, and that Hank didn’t stiffen at all. Hank flashed a faint smile and patted his back afterwards.

“Thanks, kid. I’m gonna get sentimental about this shit, but I’ll be okay.”

“I would hope so,” Sixty murmured, not quite looking at him. “But please… talk to us if you aren’t.”

“Yeah, I… yeah.” Hank turned and pulled the door open, then pointed out the dusty boxes of Christmas decorations. He and Sixty began hauling them inside, and Hank and Sumo were sneezing by the time they were all in the living room.

“Hank, the box labeled ‘Ornaments’ has garlands and tablecloths in it,” Connor said, frowning.

“Oh yeah, keep lookin’,” Hank said. “I started out good but then every year shit just got thrown into whatever box I grabbed.”

Connor glanced at Sixty and they rolled their eyes. Nines shrugged and opened another box. He held up a bundle of Christmas lights.

“…We might have to buy a new set of those. I always thought I was pretty careful to put ‘em away right, but they’re a pain in the ass to untangle and they ain’t that expensive.”

The three exchanged another look. “I’ll untangle them,” Sixty offered.

“You’re welcome to try, but it’s pretty much impossible. Not sure if they’ll even work after so long.”

Sixty’s eyes narrowed. “We’ll see about that.”

While he pulled armloads of lights out of two boxes, Hank helped the other two wrap garlands around railings and put up the little ceramic village that lit up.

“We don’t have to do it all today, we’ve got all month,” Hank said.

“We should do it soon though,” Connor said. “That way we’ll have longer to enjoy it.”

‘It changes the atmosphere of the house,’ Nines signed, pausing between placing red candles on windowsills.

“Can we decorate the tree, at least?” Connor asked.

“Sure, looks kinda silly just havin’ a tree in the house without anything on it.”

“I want to help with that too,” Sixty said, dropping the bundle of lights he’d been working on.

“We can go buy new lights next weekend,” Hank said sympathetically.

“No, I’m not giving up on them yet.”

Nines was opening boxes of ornaments. There were fragile shining balls in packages, and a whole box of loose mismatched ornaments. Sumo lay down and watched them start hanging ornaments all over. Hank hung them haphazardly while the androids all preconstructed and strategized the best place to hang each one.

“Do you think Sumo will bother the tree?” Sixty asked.

“Nah, he always gave it a sniff now and then left it alone,” Hank said, shaking his head. “And he’s older now, he ain’t gonna mess with it.”

“He would never cause any trouble,” Connor gushed, pausing to scratch his belly. The Saint Bernard rolled over on his back and whined, scratching with one hind leg.

“Not on purpose,” Sixty allowed.

When the tree was covered in ornaments, Connor pulled out a large glittering star from the bottom of the box. “This goes on top, right?”

“Yeah, you’re gonna need a stepstool.” Hank went to the kitchen to get it while he spoke. “The star’s kinda a big thing, so… I dunno, pick who puts it on this year, and then somebody else can do it the year after, and the third one the year after that, and we’ll rotate like that.”

When he came back in the room, unfolding the stepstool, the three androids were looking at him.

“So who’s gonna put it up this year?” he asked, offering the stool.

‘You should put it up,’ Nines signed.

“Nah, I’m too old and I’ve had plenty of Christmases. You three –“

“We discussed at length, and we all agree that you should put it up,” Sixty said forcefully. “…We’d just argue about it. We can do that next year. This year it’s yours.”

Connor nodded, holding the star out to him and smiling.

Hank paused, looking down at the star and then up at the three androids. “…Okay,” he muttered, and then cleared his throat against the sudden scratchiness. He put the stool down close to the tree, and Nines offered a hand to brace himself with as he stepped up. The three watched in silence as he carefully placed the star on top of the tree. Nines helped him down and he stood back.

“Good job, boys,” he murmured.

Connor wrapped an arm around him, and Nines did the same from the other side. Sixty squeezed his shoulder. They stood there admiring their work together.

Three messily-wrapped presents appeared under the tree the next morning, and each android stopped as they passed through the room.

“What’s that?” Connor asked.

“No scanning!” Hank snapped. “You’ve gotta wait for Christmas, don’t ruin the surprise!”

“Okay,” Connor murmured, glancing at the other two.

“Should we… put gifts there as well?” Sixty asked slowly.

“You don’t have to get any presents,” Hank said quickly. “Up to you. But if you’ve got any to give your brothers or something, they can go there too. You can use my wrapping paper stash.”

‘Gifts for you as well?’ signed Nines.

“I mean, you don’t need to get me anything –“

Nines cast the full force of his intimidating glare at Hank.

“…But if you want, yeah,” Hank said. “Just – it’s not an obligation, y’know?”

‘You never are,’ Nines signed casually and put a hand softly on Hank’s arm as he headed to the kitchen.

By the end of the week there were ten more gifts under the tree, all neatly-wrapped.

“…Someone got two?” Sixty asked, frowning. “Is that allowed?”

“You can get people more than one,” Hank said, nodding.

“Oh, um… actually… I got one for Sumo as well,” Connor said, a little embarrassed.

“Sure, I used to do that sometimes,” Hank said as the other two androids shared a wide-eyed look.

“Nines and I have to go to the pet store,” Sixty said abruptly, grabbing the taller android’s arm and pulling him towards the door.

“You don’t have to –“ Hank started.

“We’re going to!”

New presents appeared under the tree now and then, and two weeks into the month Sixty had finally untangled the bundles of Christmas lights. He carefully replaced a few of the tiny bulbs and untwisted the wiring inside until they were as good as new. Hank woke up late one Sunday morning to find all three androids outside stringing the lights all over the house.

“Pull that tighter, Nines,” Sixty called from the roof. “It looks crooked.”

Nines met Hank’s eyes through the window and smiled, rolling his eyes indulgently. He pulled the string of lights tighter. Hank huffed a laugh and shook his head. About twenty minutes later he trudged outside. There were multicolored lights bordering every window and door, and Connor was finishing outlining the roof in white lights.

“Looking good,” he called.

“I think we’re going to need to buy one more set to cover the house sufficiently,” Sixty said, frowning.

“We’ve been looking up some very impressive light displays,” Connor added. “I don’t remember the rest of the neighborhood putting quite that level of effort in last year…”

“If we’re going to base our performance on the lackluster work of our <i>neighbors</i>, why are we even bothering?” Sixty asked.

Nines came around to the front of the house, Sumo bounding after him. ‘It depends on the impression we want to make. I generally like a more maximalist approach, but in this case a simpler design could be both tasteful and attractive.’

“Hank gave me the lights, I want to do more than the minimum,” Sixty growled. “Anyway, this is Hank’s year so we can’t make it tasteful and attractive. We can do your basic idea next year.”

Nines shrugged and nodded, and Connor made eye contact with Hank and laughed silently.

“Hank, I was thinking I’d love to make something special for Christmas dinner, but I realize my culinary skills haven’t really improved much…”

“Aw, I wouldn’t say that.” Hank shook his head. “I can actually eat most of the stuff you make these days!”

‘There are a few androids at Jericho who have excellent cooking protocols,’ Nines suggested. ‘They enjoy cooking but rarely have anyone to cook for. I was thinking of asking if they would mind making you something.’

“…You know I don’t turn down good food, but I don’t wanna make them just… make me a Christmas dinner,” Hank muttered. He paused. “You could ask if they wanna come over for a while and… I dunno, spend some time? Not sure what we’ve got to offer, but they’d be welcome. …And not for the whole day. I wanna have some time with just you guys too.”

“Hank, you will have nothing but time with us,” Sixty assured him, sliding down the roof to land lightly next to him. “We can have visitors… maybe early on the 24th, then they can leave the food and we’ll have the rest of the day and the following day for… family.”

“That sounds perfect.” Hank patted Sixty’s shoulder. “Yeah, let ‘em know. Shit, invite any friends you want.” He paused. “Uh… the house ain’t huge though, so…”

“No, I wouldn’t invite every Jerry. We’ll coordinate to make sure it won’t be overcrowded,” Sixty assured him. “Let your coworkers know as well, if you want to.”

“We could make cookies!” Connor spoke up, grinning. “Those are easy and fun!” Nines nodded eagerly.

“Sure, yeah,” Hank agreed. “Nothing big.”

By noon on Christmas Eve, the house and yard were packed. Simon and Daniel had something in the oven that they were watching closely so they could take it out when the cookies were ready to go in. North and Josh were having a snowball fight with Gavin, Tina, and Chris. A whole swarm of Jerries was dodging the snowballs and playing with Sumo. Hank and Captain Fowler were sipping coffee in the living room when Markus came in.

“I’m sorry if this is too much, Sixty assured me there was plenty of space,” he murmured to Hank, looking around. “I might host something at my father’s house next year, and we’d love to have you come.”

“It’s a little tight, but we’ll manage.” Hank shrugged. “Nice to see you all, though. Everything going okay?”

“Slow. Frustrating. But that’s to be expected.” Markus smiled tiredly. “I appreciate the break.” He nodded to Captain Fowler. “Your help and cooperation along the way has been incredibly helpful, thank you.”

Fowler nodded back curtly. “Glad to hear it. Not here to talk about work, though.”

“That sounds good,” Markus said, raising his glass of thirium with a grin.

Once Daniel took the cake out of the oven and took it away to cool, Simon called the others into the kitchen to make cookies. The humans went first, rolling out their dough and pressing cookie cutters into it and decorating them. Once those went in the oven and they did a cursory clean-up, the androids did the same with thirium-based dough.

“It’s still toxic to humans, but we’ll be sure to clean every bit of it off your kitchen,” Simon assured Hank, who was watching the androids. Most of them were decorating their cookies with precise correctness.

“I ain’t worried about your cleaning, don’t worry!” He walked over to Ralph. The WR600’s reindeer had five antlers, twelve eyes, and a wild array of colored sugars sprinkled on top. “That’s fucking fantastic.”

Ralph jumped and cringed back a little, squeezing an icing tube and squirting it out on the table. He stared at Hank uncertainly.

“Sorry,” Hank said quickly, lowering his voice and stepping back, putting his hands out to show he didn’t mean any harm. “I mean it. I like what you did with it. Uh… creative. Best one I’ve seen today.”

Ralph glanced over at Daniel, who gave him a little nod and a smile. When he turned back to Hank, a huge grin spread over his face. “Th-thank you, thank you! One or two eyes is not enough, no, Ralph’s deer can see everything and has the best colors! M-much more… more powerful than the others!”

Over his shoulder, Daniel met Hank’s eyes and gave him a short nod as well. Hank flashed him a smile that he didn’t return, but Hank still counted it as a win.

When the cookies came out of the oven and everyone had time to eat a few and pack up the rest, Simon and Daniel started cleaning the kitchen.

“Don’t worry about cleaning up,” Hank told them as people started to start talking about leaving.

“No,” Sixty spoke up. “You’re doing it before you leave, no need to worry. Everyone who’s not a PL600.” He smiled thinly, and the guests all mumbled their assent with varying degrees of enthusiasm.

“We don’t mind –“ Simon began, but Nines put a hand on his shoulder and smiled slightly.

“Fine with me,” said Daniel. “They won’t clean as well as we would, though.”

“They’d better,” Sixty said flatly, casting a dark look over the crowd. The rest nodded hurriedly and got to work.

“That was so much fun!” Connor said as he closed the door behind the last guest. “…But it’s nice to have the house to ourselves.”

“Fuck yeah it is,” Hank sighed, flopping down on the couch.

‘You were enjoying yourself the whole time,’ Nines signed, smiling at him. ‘And everyone enjoyed your company.’

Hank snorted derisively, but he was smiling.

“Are you ready for dinner, or do you want to relax for a while?” Connor asked.

Hank cracked his neck. “I’d rather relax, but I’d just end up falling asleep on the couch.”

“You sleep so much,” complained Sixty. “I know you’re getting older, but is it really necessary?”

“Fuck, Sixty, lay off. What the fuck do you care?” Hank grumbled as Nines brought out a plate of food for him.

“Obviously because I’d rather spend time with you when you’re awake! We all would!” Sixty growled and rolled his eyes.

“…That’s true, but we’re happy when you get enough rest too,” Connor murmured.

“Well yes, I didn’t mean you shouldn’t take care of yourself,” Sixty muttered, irritated.

Hank sighed and patted the couch next to him. “…Okay. C’mon, I get it. Love you too, you know that. …You all gonna eat with me, or just watch like creeps?”

Nines brought in a plate of thirium cookies and pastries. Android food was still in early development, but baked goods had been replicated fairly easily. The three squeezed in around Hank, and a comfortable silence settled over them as they ate.

“Mm. Fucking amazing,” Hank sighed in satisfaction when he’d finished his dinner. He’d had mustard-glazed ham, green beans, cheesy potatoes, and a bread roll. Connor got up and exchanged the empty plate for one with a big piece of fruitcake on it. Hank eyed it.

“…Don’t think I’ve ever actually had fruitcake,” he said. “I remember all the cartoons when I was a kid said it was the worst thing ever, and hard as a rock.” He cautiously stuck a fork into it, broke off a bite-sized chunk, and put it in his mouth. They watched him closely. “…Mm.” He swallowed. “Shit. Fucking amazing.”

“Of course it is, did you think Daniel would choose something sub-par to make you?” Sixty scoffed. “Or that we’d give you something inedible?”

“Nah,” Hank chuckled. “It’s great. All of this. Thanks for doing all this.”

“Thank you for sharing your home and your life with us,” Connor murmured.

Hank blinked and rubbed his eyes quickly. “…Okay, we’re not gonna get all sappy right now.”

‘Later,’ Nines signed.

“Prob’ly. Um. Hey, you uh… you wanna open just one present tonight? Everybody pick a random one?”

“We’re supposed to open them tomorrow,” Sixty objected, but Nines and Connor were nodding and going for the tree.

“Won’t hurt to just get one tonight,” Hank said. “You don’t have to, though.”

“Oh, I’m going to,” Sixty muttered, eyeing the pile.

“Thought so. Grab me one while you’re there, just the first one you see.”

They gave Sumo his first gift first. The big dog ripped through the paper to reveal a big basted beef bone. He shook it happily, spattering drool everywhere, then walked off to chew on it in the corner.

“That’ll keep him busy for a long time.,” Hank said, smiling fondly.

“I thought he’d like it,” Connor said.

“…You next, Con. It was your present.”

“Okay.” Connor carefully opened his gift. It was a bright blue and orange sweater with a dwarf gourami stitched into the front.

“I thought it suited your style,” Sixty muttered.

“It’s perfect!” Connor grinned, turning it around to examine the whole thing before putting it on. “I love it, Sixty! Did you make it?”

“Of course not.” Sixty rolled his eyes. “But I had it made specifically for you.”

Connor was grinning from ear to ear, hugging himself and rubbing the sweater. “Your turn!”

Sixty opened his present with delicate precision. It was a fairly large box, but it was empty aside from a sheet of paper. He frowned slightly as he fished it out. “…A desk?”

‘It’s an antique rolltop desk,’ Nines signed excitedly. ‘You work at your desk a lot and it’s functional but not your style. This one has so many drawers and nooks, even a few secret compartments. The woodwork is very ornate. I was hoping it would arrive yesterday, but it was delayed. I’m sorry.’

“It’s beautiful,” Sixty murmured, and looked up with an open smile that made him look more like Connor briefly. “I can’t wait to see it! I honestly didn’t expect much from this gift-giving thing, but this is perfect and now I have something to look forward to later!”

“You wanna open another, since that one’s not here yet?” Hank offered.

“No.” Sixty frowned, holding the printed receipt close. “This is mine, and I’m completely satisfied with it. Nines, you’re next.”

The tallest android had chosen a long, flat gift. He opened it carefully and took out a set of floating shelves.

“I’ve got a few more sets in the closet, just easier to wrap one,” Hank muttered. “Figured you could display all the shit you like collecting.”

Nines’s face lit up and he turned to hug Hank tightly – a little too tight at first, but he quickly adjusted. Then he nudged at the present in Hank’s lap. Hank rubbed the youngest android’s hair fondly before picking it up.

“That one’s kind of from all of us,” Connor said, grinning.

“…Though mostly from Connor,” Sixty admitted.

‘We all contributed,’ Nines signed diplomatically, frowning at his middle brother.

Hank tore the paper and ripped the box open. He held up a button-down shirt covered in fish, dogs, and fast food on a galaxy background.

“We had to talk the artist into putting such a complicated design on it,” Sixty explained. “But we each had ideas and we all agreed that it should be something that was physically painful for your coworkers to look at.”

Hank snorted a laugh. “This is fucking amazing. …Seems pretty high-quality, too!”

‘We wanted it to hold up,’ Nines signed, smiling hopefully.

“So you like it?” Connor asked.

“It’s… shit, it’s the best fucking shirt I’ve ever seen! I’m gonna wear this all the time!” He looped one arm around Connor and the other around Nines. “C’mon, get in here Sixty.”

Sixty moved in to join the hug without even a grumble, and Hank squeezed them all.

“I’m not gonna get sappy on you,” Hank croaked, trying to keep his voice steady. “But this is already the best Christmas I’ve had in years. Even… nah, it’s… it’s not like it used to be, I dunno if it’s… as good, or… or better, it’s… it’s different. Ours. I love you kids.”

“And this was only our first one together,” Connor said, hugging the others tightly.

“Exactly, this was only practice,” Sixty said. “Next year we’ll perfect our techniques.”

Nines smiled and leaned into the other three.

“Dunno how you’d top this.” Hank chuckled and yawned. “…And just so you know, I’m sleeping in tomorrow.”

“Hank, we can’t open the rest of the presents without you!” Connor moaned.

“Nope!” Hank grinned. “…Don’t worry, I won’t sleep too late. I’m excited too.”

Nines nodded. ‘We’ll be quiet when we go out.’

“Where’re you going?” Hank frowned.

‘It’s going to snow more overnight. The whole yard will be full of snow.’

“You don’t have to get up that early to shovel, it can wait.”

“No, we’re going to make it all into a horde of snowmen,” Sixty said, grinning.

“Do you think the neighbors would mind if we used their snow too?” Connor asked.

“Nope. Just nobody who’s got kids, they might wanna use their own snow.”

“That’s fair,” Sixty agreed. “When they see our yard, they’ll all be jealous.”

“You bet they will,” Hank said, happier than he’d been in years.

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Inside Your Wires - Ch 6

Pairing: Human!Connor x Android!Reader

Series Warnings (18+ only): Eventual smut, slow burn, fantasy bigotry, violence, brief noncon elements, angst with a happy ending

Chapter summary: Connor gets his new assignment. He's not thrilled.

AO3

Story moodboard by @uh-kitty-got-wet

Chapter 5 art by @semains (18+ only)

November 6th, 2038

Saturday 09:56AM

There was a time when Connor didn’t have to come in on Saturdays. He remembered the days when mandatory overtime was few and far between.

Not anymore. 2038 seemed to be the year shit just kept happening, and now that he thought about it, quite a few of it seemed to be because of androids. Ones gone missing. Disobeying orders. And now, homicidal.

Connor rubbed the bridge of his nose after putting his car into park, regretting how enthusiastically he’d hit the bottle last night. It wasn’t too bad this time, just an annoying throbbing behind his eyes, but it made it more difficult to see and he’d had to squint through his windshield.

Whatever. The reason for his shame-drinking was no longer relevant. Connor just had to survive until lunchtime, and if he were lucky, Hank would let him go early. He tried not to itch at the butterfly bandages on his cheek, applied himself after he’d woken up in a haze with blood on his pillow having completely forgotten the injury existed.

Connor kept his head down as he walked through the lobby of the station and through the security checkpoint to the bullpen proper. He tried not to be completely antisocial, however, and sent weak smiles at the coworkers who bothered to notice he was there.

Helen, Alexander, and Rupert all acknowledged him with various degrees of warmth, some colder than others, and all pretty much deserved. Ralph gave Connor a nervous smile from his chair, though it quickly faded as his eyes flickered to something across the room.

Frowning, he followed Ralph’s eye line across the bullpen and scowled when he spotted Colin leaning casually against Connor’s desk, talking to… someone. He couldn’t see who, Colin’s figure blocking them from view.

Against his better judgement, Connor drew closer, pressure building at the back of his neck, an uneasy feeling of dread that increased with each step.

“Con’s just gonna love this. But seriously, if he bitches about it too much, or gives you a hard time, you can always partner up with me. I won’t mind one bit, promise.”

Connor would have rolled his eyes at his brother’s typical cocksure demeanor, but instead, he went stock still at the familiar voice that answered.

“While the offer is appreciated, Lieutenant, my instructions stipulate that I must assist Detective Anderson with his new, specialized caseload. I’m sure you can understand that CyberLife only wishes to cooperate with the DPD and does not want to interfere with police procedure—“

“What the hell are you doing here?”

The YN800 model blinked and turned its head to meet Connor’s eye, its little blue light blinking for a moment before solidifying again.

It was sitting in Connor’s chair.

“It’s good to see you again, Detective,” it answered, chipper as ever as a fake smile graced its features.

Connor looked the prototype over, his nose crinkling at its appearance. The suit must have been brand new, there were no stains or bullet holes, and her—its hair was once again pinned upwards into a perfect knot.

He felt his insides churn at the near slip, at thinking for even a split second that this thing was a person. Shoving down the crude thoughts of the night before, Connor gave the order through gritted teeth.

“Get. Up.”

The prototype did as it was told, for once. It rose out of his chair, not even having the decency to look chagrined as it straightened its jacket of nonexistent wrinkles.

“I’m sorry, Detective, but I tried to call your phone and left you a message. It was not my intention to surprise you—“

“Oh, no, it’s never your intention to do anything, is it?” Connor snarled back. His headache was in full force now, and he swore he could see the bright lights of the station brighten in time with his heartbeat.

“Aw, c’mon!” Colin slapped him on the shoulder. “Be nice to the temp.”

“Temp?” Connor answered, voice pulled as taut as a wire.

“Yeah, you know. The temporary assistant. The new girl. The—“

He shoved Colin’s hand off his shoulder, leveling a glare at both of them. Colin merely shot him a shit-eating grin while the YN800 stood there, hands clasped behind its back at parade rest, polite and perfect as ever.

“Connor!”

All three of them turned toward the voice booming across the room.

“Get in here!”

Connor glared at the android, as if Hank’s shouting were its fault, which was probably the case.

He turned without a word and stalked to the captain’s office, shoulders hunched as his heart raced and his hands shook at his sides. He let the glass door fall shut behind him, but when he didn’t hear the whoosh of it close, he glanced over his shoulder to see the YN800 had followed him inside.

Great.

Connor stood in front of the desk with his arms crossed.

Hank sat down in his chair, pointedly looking at the chairs in front of his desk. Connor remained standing.

The older man glared, answering Connor’s attitude with a look and a heavy sigh.

“Bet you’re wondering what that’s about.” Hank jerked his chin over Connor’s shoulder. The prototype had taken a spot at the back of the office, observing politely with its hands clasped in front of its hips.

“Yeah, I am.” Connor was a little too cranky this morning to try a more diplomatic approach. “What the hell is it doing here?”

“I’ll get to that. First on the docket, I got a shit ton of android-related cases filling up our database every day and I’m at wit’s end.” Hank took a deep breath, bracing himself as he met Connor’s eye. “Which is why I’m assigning all of these cases to you.”

“You’re what?”

Connor stared at him, dumbfounded.

“You think that case last night was a one-off? We’ve got more android-related crimes rolling in, including assaults and homicides just as bad as the Ortiz case, and right now, you’re the one with the most experience.” Hank leaned his elbows on his desk as he leveled a formidable glare his way. “Is that going to be a problem, Connor?”

“Yeah, it is a problem, Hank! Why the hell do I have to do this? What about Colin? He was with me at the crime scene and was there for the interrogation!” Connor shoved a finger at the glass wall to prove his point.

Hank’s jaw tightened. Connor had seen that behavior enough times to recognize how he was pushing his luck.

“CyberLife asked for you specifically.”

“What?” Connor blinked, dumbfounded once again, racking his brain but coming up empty. “Why?”

“The hell if I know!” Hank barked back, rising to his feet as he pointed a finger at Connor, “and frankly, I don’t give a damn. Colin’s got enough on his plate—“

“—and I don’t?” Connor interrupted, scowling. Hank sighed and rubbed a hand down his face, and Connor almost felt guilty for his outburst.

Almost.

“That’s not what I said.”

“But it’s what you implied.” He tried not to sound like a hurt child, but, well, that’s exactly what he sounded like.

“For fuck’s sake, Connor! There are more people that are gonna start dying from this!”

“Yeah, I know, but—“

Hank lifted his hand, palm forward, effectively shutting Connor up.

“You saw what one of those deviants was capable of last night, and that was with three of you and another android trying to get it under control! You think the average person stands a chance against one of these fucks? That a little ol’ grandma can defend herself against the murderous robot gardener coming at her with a pair of shears? What the hell happens when a nanny bot decides to take a human kid for itself? Oh, wait, that’s already happened, and you would know that if you checked the goddamn case files I sent you!”

Connor was silent as Hank deflated. The older man leaned back against his desk as he looked through his glass wall out over the bullpen. His voice was rough but much quieter for the next round.

“We’re totally in the dark, Connor. We don’t know how bad this is gonna get and how many androids we’re dealing with. This has the potential to turn into a fucking nightmare with Detroit as ground zero.” Hank’s gaze drifted over Connor’s shoulder to the elephant, or the machine, in the room. “CyberLife was gracious enough to send us a state-of-the-art prototype until this issue is contained. It’s gonna be your partner until such a time that these androids are no longer a threat, and then you’re free to go back to being a misanthropic son-of-a-bitch as much as you like.”

Connor was thoroughly shamed by the end of Hank’s speech, that old familiar feeling of disappointment making his gut roil with nausea, but his anger hadn’t entirely flagged. He clenched his hands tightly to his thighs, fingers desperate for either his coin or his cigarettes.

Connor hadn’t felt the need for one in months. This was bad.

“Hank,” he tried again, his voice soft and pleading in that way he knew Hank couldn’t ignore. “I’m not saying this just to be a pain in your ass. I understand the stakes, but I genuinely believe I’m not qualified for these types of cases. I’m not a CyberLife technician, or an AI specialist, or a computer engineer. I’ve never even owned an android.”

That last one was technically true but only in the barest sense, and Hank gave him a knowing look. It wasn’t without sympathy, and his own answer was given with more kindness than he probably deserved.

“I know, Connor. I also know you’re the sharpest pair of eyes on the force, not to mention the quickest brain and the best instinct. You see shit other people don’t, even Colin, and you’ve got this creepy knack for taking one look at a person and knowing what makes ‘em tick. I’d say you’re almost like an android yourself, but I know how much that’d piss you off.”

Connor gave him another narrow-eyed scowl, and Hank immediately put up his hands as a sign of surrender even as a smirk played on his lips.

“My point is, I need you on this, son. I know it’s not ideal, hell, it downright sucks, but I know you can do this. I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t.”

And there it was. As effective as Connor’s pleading expressions could be, they were nothing in comparison to his need for Hank’s praise. The old geezer knew it, too.

And throwing a “son” into the mix was a goddamn dirty move, but Connor couldn’t even muster up annoyance. He just sighed, gave Hank the smallest hint of a smile, and said, “All right. But only until these cases are solved. Once the deviancy issue is addressed, the prototype is going back to CyberLife and you never give me an android case again.”

“I’ll pay for the postage to ship it back myself,” Hank said, smile wide and pleased as he patted Connor on the shoulder before returning to his desk. “And I want daily reports on the progress you and your new partner are making. Gotta make sure CyberLife’s best is pulling its weight.”

“I can assure you, Captain Anderson, I am worth every penny. And considering it took a small fortune to build me, I—“

“Yeah, yeah,” Hank interrupted the prototype, using that catchphrase that Connor and all of his brothers had picked up years ago. “Don’t let the door hit you on the way out.”

The android blinked almost comically before giving a slow nod. It then turned to face Connor, straightening its back at attention, and he rolled his eyes. He was still being handed the shit end of the stick, but he couldn’t deny that the cases were piling up and Hank really did need the extra help.

But why, out of all the androids in the world, did it have to be one like that.

Exhaling sharply through his nose, Connor turned and left Hank’s office, not waiting to see if the android would follow, knowing with a sinking feeling, it would.

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