#dbh angst

[sharksters]

I kinda wanna write an angst with my idea of Amanda saying stuff like “Oh Connor, How could a human love an android like you, and how could an android like you love?”

idk does this make sense

#connor rk800 #dbh connor #detroit become human #angst #dbh angst

[lostquinn]

Second chances

Connor (dbh) x gn!reader

Angst, fluff?

Locked in the elevator at work with your ex, under the circumstance will you talk things out or will you continue to avoid one another?

Thank you @jasminesfury for the prompt!! I'm tying to get back into writing and this prompt list helped with this oneee. If you've got any ideas feel free to send me an ask!! Also ignore that today's gif is Bryan I'm running out of Connor gifs ;^;

Word count - 1175

You and Connor had broken up months ago, and still avoided each other everyday like you were school children. Hank always complained, seeing as his desk was in-between yours and Connors and for the first week you both complained about each other to him.

Hank had been tired of it as soon as it began but he did like the two of you dating, at first you were good for each other and that's all you showed anyone until you broke up.

You stood, waiting for the elevator with your papers and folders in hand. It wasn't long before you heard the familiar ding and walked inside, the doors shutting behind you as you pressed the button for where you needed to be.

It was then that you noticed you were not alone in the lift. He stood quiet and serious as ever on the other side of the elevator, and you rolled your eyes. Of course he was here, he worked here too.

You nodded a small, polite hello to him which he returned as the elevator started moving. It seemed both of you were going down into the basement, you were taking some files down there and wondered what he was doing down there.

Suddenly, the elevator jumped, knocking you off balance. You dropped your paper and grabbed Connors' sleeve out of habit. His hands moved to hold you, resting on your waist. The elevator had stopped.

You turned to look at him, his eyes were already on you. Quickly, you took a step away from him and flattened your clothes down before crossing your arms.

"It stopped," Connor said, slightly panicked.

"Yeah no shit." You frowned.

Your breathing grew unstable as you spammed the call for assistance button. Your hands began to shake and you could hardly think as your heart beat louder in your ears.

Your eyes burned as tears threatened to spill. No one was coming and you were stuck underground. A cry choked in your throat and you began hyperventilating.

Everything was so loud in your ears but quiet in reality and you began to violently shake. You shut your eyes tight, biting your lip until you tasted blood as panic filled every fibre of your being.

Suddenly it was quiet and air began to return to your lungs. Your hands were soon on top of the arms around your waist and gripping the fabric of the sleeves.

Connor was holding you, his chest tight against your back and his chin resting on your shoulder. Whenever you had a panic attack before the break-up he would hold you like this and you still found comfort in it. You cursed yourself for finding comfort in him.

He lifted you off your feet and backed into a corner then sat the two of you down.

"It's okay," he cooed into your ear.

You looked over your shoulder at him, his soft brown eyes wide as he stared back. His cheeks lifted slightly as he smiled at you.

"I've got you," his words were so soft.

"Thank you," you muttered.

He nodded and rubbed your sides with the tips of his fingers. His grip was so comforting and you hated it.

"Let me go," you said, your voice soft.

"We both know you dont want that," he chuckled.

You pouted and leant back against him, comfortable in his grip. He rested his chin on your head and the two of you sat comfortably in silence for a shot while.

"Why did we ever even break up?" He spoke softly, as if he was thinking out loud.

"Because you were being the most judgemental, stubborn, workaholic person on the face of the earth and-,"

"Alright, I get the point." The two of you chuckled. "I miss us,"

You were quiet, a bitter taste in your mouth at his words.

"I would love to try again," his head moved to rest on your shoulder, close to your neck.

"I dont want to get hurt again." Your words were hard and cold.

"I cant make any promises but I can try harder," he pleaded.

You glanced his way, your eyes catching on his lips as you dragged your eyes away.

"I'm scared,"

"Do you still have feelings for me?" He asked.

You turned so that your side was against him so that you could look up to see him. You furrowed your eyebrows as you thought for a moment.

You did indeed still have feelings for him. They overwhelmed you with everything he did, each action pulling at your heart.

"Do you?" You responded.

"Of course I do,"

"I do too," you pursed your lips.

The elevator shifted, falling down slightly and you yelped, burying you face in his chest as you clung onto him.

His arms moved up around you, resting on your lower back and shoulder as he held you tight.

"Someone is on the way, don't worry," he assured you, rubbing your back.

"Don't let me go," you voice was muffled by his chest.

"I'm never going to let you go,"

The elevator jolted again, another yelp escaped your lips.

"I love you, so so much and I know I don't deserve another chance but if you let me try again I promise, I will be better for you. I just want to see you happy and I can't stand the thought of someone else making you happy."

"You're talking as if we're going to die!" You looked up at him.

"I know but I want you to know how I feel, and we avoid each other all the time it's like i dont exist to you anymore,"

"I'm sorry I've been so cold," you muttered. "I do love you too, with every breath and each beat of my heart."

He smiled. "Can we try again?"

"Only if you try,"

He nodded. He swore to himself that he would try harder, he would be better for you and will make you very happy.

The elevator jumped again and started slowly moving down. You were finally on your way down again.

"It seems we're saved," he smiled.

Before the elevator could stop, you pulled on Connors tie, jerking him towards you and pressed your lips against his. He moved into the kiss and gently placed his hand on your cheek.

The two of you were still kissing as the elevator dinged and the doors opened. Someone cleared their throat and you looked round to see Hank, smirking with his arms crossed. He leant lazily on a desk and raised his eye brows upon seeing the two of you.

You scrambled to your feet and pat down your clothes, removing any dust. Connor was soon stood next to you, offering you your papers that you had dropped earlier.

He placed a soft kiss on your temple before rushing off to do whatever he had to do. You stood there dazed, staring at Connor as he walked away.

"Hello Hank," you smiled.

"I knew you two would work it out," he grinned, soon walking away.

#fluff prompts #detroid become human #detroit rk800 #rk800 #dbh connor x reader #detroit become human #writers on tumblr #connor dbh fluff #writing #hank anderson #dbh angst

[honey-beann]

Sweet Eternity, If Only

Nines x reader x Connor smut/angst

Note: Hi :) this is just a little angsty smut fic that I've been working on for a little bit that I wanted to get out of my system (for fear of the next chapter of ruiner, ruination being extra angsty if I didn't). That being said, there is a bunch of other stuff coming out soon, chapter 8 of the aforementioned series included, so keep an eye out, and I hope that you enjoy!

Word Count: 3,642

His gaze was harsh, eyes narrowed and brow quirked as he ran a single fingertip along the side of your torso that was closest to him, his expression close to something that almost resembled disappointment.

"P-please Nines."

You gasped out, eyes squeezing shut on their own accord as the android in question scoffed at your neediness, rolling his eyes without a word as he felt you grind helplessly against his knee, desperate for any form of relief.

"So impatient. I have half a mind to just leave you waiting here since you clearly can't keep still."

He scolded harshly, and immediately, you got the hint, forcing yourself to halt all movements while praying internally for some sort of relief.

And with that, Nines leaned forward, his voice low as he spoke,

"No more squirming. Do I make myself clear, Pet?"

A slightly malicious look came to his eyes as you nodded, and then suddenly the hand that had been previously occupied with your torso was gripping your chin harshly, pulling your lips much closer to his.

"Good."

And before you could even blink, his mouth was on yours, causing your eyes to fall shut so you would no longer have to look at those piercing gray orbs of his.

You had never been able to look him in the eyes, and you knew all too well why that was, but even still, you couldn't bring yourself to think about that fact, not while his lips were pressed against your own and his face was cradled in your hands, so nearly perfect save for the few small details you would never fail to miss, no matter how hard you tried.

His lips felt so right, so beautifully melded against your own that you had to fight the urge to pull him closer, knowing all too well what kind of trouble that would get you in.

Even still, the pressure of his knee between your thighs had you keening, your body so warm it was almost as if you were on fire, a feeling that you were sad to say did not dissipate even as Nines put more pressure on your aching core, eyes harsh slits as he watched you closely for the reactions he so clearly craved.

"C-"

You began whimpering, eyes squeezed shut as tears pooled beneath your lashes, rolling down your cheeks and leaving stained trails in their wake.

Far too intelligent to be unaware of what you were about to say, Nines grabbed at your throat with a harsh growl, eyes glaring daggers into your own as he squeezed so harshly you could scarcely breathe, let alone speak.

"Say that name even once, and I will leave you here, soaked, weak, and pitiful like the lowly creature that you are. Do you understand me, Detective?"

You nodded hurriedly, choking on your sobs as you did your best to contain the name that you had once been so accustomed to saying.

But that was then, and this was now,

And Nines was in charge.

The android in question gave a brief hum of approval at your response before moving back, his slight warmth disappearing with him in a way that left you shivering from a cold that you weren't sure was nearly as physical as you perceived it to be.

In addition to this, the sudden absence of relief between your thighs had you opening your mouth in order to beg for more, though thankfully, Nines was quick to speak his mind before you could get yourself in any trouble with your thoughtless pleas.

"Good. Now get on your knees."

His voice was entirely devoid of emotion and his eyes watched your every move as you nodded, eagerly raising yourself up on all fours before you lowered your upper body down onto your forearms, anxiously awaiting his next move.

No matter how brilliant of a machine he was, Nines was still absolutely petrifying, and no amount of time would ever rid you of the fear that shot up your spine whenever you had your back to him.

Then as if intentionally trying to frighten you, Nines moved directly behind your back without a sound, his cold hands moving down between your thighs in order to grip them harshly, pushing them further apart with little consideration for your comfort in the process.

You yelped at the sudden and unexpected contact, and heard a brief scoff from above you in reply before one long and dexterous finger began to slide across your folds, and with that, everything else was forgotten.

You gasped at the feeling of that perfect digit, so familiar and yet so foreign, as it slowly circled your entrance, drawing feeble pleas from your parted lips with ease.

There was a short growl from behind you, and the slightest shift in weight on the mattress, and then suddenly, Nines was leaning over your body as he slowly pushed his index finger inside of you, curling it tortuously as he went, eager to find the spot within you that would make you weep.

His breaths were far closer to your ear now as he bent over your quaking form, with one hand working in an agonizingly slow fashion to build you up while the other planted itself firmly into the mattress beside you, causing a small portion his arm to press against your torso as he leaned forward to lower his mouth to your ear.

Nines' teeth dragged slowly and intentionally along the cartilage, sending shivers throughout your body even as he ended his oral ministrations in favor of speaking,

"Look at you, so weak and pitiable and yet so ready to take whatever I have to give. Does it feel good to be so incredibly fragile? Do you enjoy knowing that the only thing standing between you and agony is whatever kindness I choose to extend?"

You whimpered softly, unable to find your words through your crippling arousal and embarrassment as Nines continued, letting out a brief and cold chuckle of disappointment as he shook his head, pushing his middle finger inside of you without warning and drawing a strained groan from your mouth as he did.

"Pathetic."

He muttered harshly, curling his fingers upward and drawing a sharp whine from you as he sped up his movements until they were a far cry from his original slow and almost painful dragging motions.

No, now he was pushing his fingers into you so aggressively that you were certain it would be uncomfortable to sit down the next day due to the bruising force of his knuckles as they slammed into you over and over again.

Nines chuckled darkly, letting out a teasing hum as he began to work his lips over your neck once more, nibbling gently at the skin, but neglecting to leave any marks, as per your request.

His caution and clear intention to follow your wishes reminded you briefly of why he was here, why you were doing this in the first place, and you found yourself floundering for a few moments, so incredibly lost even with Nines so close by, until suddenly his voice pulled you back.

"Focus."

He all but snarled against your ear, causing your mind to clear slightly at the command, unable to process everything with his voice so very close and his hand so immensely skilled.

But even still, you felt your throat tighten and your forearms grow weary as the weight of everything began to crash down once more, forcing you back to a familiar and crushing agony no matter how hard you tried to escape it.

"N-Nines..."

You gasped out in warning, trying desperately to convey your struggles, your concerns that this was just not enough to ease the pain, when he spoke again, low and purposeful,

"Now."

You whined pitifully, hips moving of their own volition as you once again began to chase your high, so desperate to feel that you forgot your previously worries entirely, falling back into throes of pleasure as easily as your heart would allow.

"That's right,"

He groaned beside your ear, breaths warm against your skin as he continued,

"Empty that delicate little mind of everything that isn't me, and I'll make your crippling humanity feel as if its an almost worthwhile curse."

You cried out at his scathing tone and the way it worked together with the blistering pace of his fingers to set you alight, your skin warm and sticky with a layer of sweat from the exertion of holding yourself up for so long in spite of the pleasure that Nines was offering you.

You could feel yourself getting closer now, limbs growing shaky and walls clenching around Nines' long and lithe fingers as he worked you tortuously to climax, pace never waning now that he'd found what made you whimper so helplessly for him.

But in the end, it wasn't the pace, or even the perfect curl of Nines' fingers that made you come undone.

It was the combined efforts of both, paired with the warm honey of his voice beside your ear, so fucking painfully familiar despite the words it spoke, so tremendously different from what you'd known.

"I can feel how close you are."

He'd growled out unkindly, lips grazing the flesh of your ear as he spoke,

"So be a good pet and show me how weak this preciously brief little body of yours is. Let me see how helpless you are to succumbing to your own ridiculous desires."

You came with a cry around his fingers just moments after he'd finished speaking, head tilting back and eyes squeezing shut as you trembled uncontrollably at the intensity of your orgasm, which consumed you in repeated waves of pleasure that Nines helped you to ride out with ease.

You laid there, forearms quaking and knees reddened, even as Nines withdrew his fingers, sucking them clean with a practiced precision that you couldn't help but shiver over.

Raised high up on his knees behind you, his grey eyes were able to traverse your exposed body with ease, and you watched with burning cheeks as he reached down to his belt, undoing the buckle without ever looking away from your weak and shaky form.

You closed your eyes then, allowing yourself to lean your head down against your folded hands as you took a deep breath, anticipating the order to spread your legs further so he could better see you as he touched himself, or to turn around so he could fuck your mouth, but after the brief shuffle of clothing, there was only silence.

That is, until your gasp, high pitched and imbued with an aching desire, filled the room.

Behind you, Nines was once again crowding your back, but this time, rather than his fingers, it was his cock, long and thick, that grazed at your entrance, circling it as a shark would a wounded swimmer.

You shivered at the sensation, need once again consuming you as your core began to ache at the idea of him filling you.

"N-Nines!"

You managed to gasp out, cheeks reddening slightly as he gave a low and dark chuckle in response, his hand falling gently to your ass, where it massaged at the skin slowly and methodically.

"My apologies for the lack of warning, Detective, but I'm suddenly very eager to watch you shatter again."

You whimpered as his hand moved to press between your shoulder blades, forcing your upper body to move downward as he began to push into you slowly, groaning low in his throat as he did so, his teeth clenched in a way that would almost assuredly be painful for any human who did the same.

You felt your legs begin to shake as he pushed deeper and deeper inside of you, his hand still putting pressure between your shoulders all the while, a clear act of dominance that he knew you would have no strength to defy, even if you wanted to.

Fighting to keep your hips still for fear of the torturous punishment you might receive if you did otherwise, you groaned once Nines bottomed out within you, hearing him curse loudly above your hunched form as he finally moved his hand away from your shoulders, choosing instead to gather your hair into a loosely gripped ponytail, an action that nearly had you melting.

The feeling of fingers, soft and skilled, brushing against the nape of your neck as they gathered your hair into one closed fist was almost painfully familiar, and you felt your arms start trembling as tears sprang to your eyes once more, pooling at the corners with so little warning that you were helpless to stop them, forced to watch as they dripped down to the sheets below.

You opened your mouth as if to speak, despite knowing that you had absolutely nothing to say, when Nines pulled harshly on the hair he had gathered into his hand, causing you to gasp as he forcefully pulled your head back towards him, exposing your entire throat in one simple movement.

And that individual act of something so different from your previous norm had you snapping back out of your sorrows instantaneously, mouth hanging open to form a gasp as Nines began moving his hips slowly, a short chuckle leaving him as he watched your expression morph into one of tortured bliss.

"You know, you tend to look your best when impaled on my cock, Detective,"

Nines began, his tone rather matter of fact in nature, as if you were discussing the weather rather than getting fucked out of your wits,

"It's such a shame no one else gets to see you this way. It really is a sight to behold."

He finished, a cruel smirk replacing his neutral expression as he sped up his thrusts, causing his own eyes to briefly roll back in ecstasy as he set a pace so brutal that you nearly choked on your own whimpers, limbs shaking as you were forced to accept everything he had to give you.

He carried on this way for far too long, drawing two orgasms from you in a matter of minutes as you begged him to stop, asserting that it was just too much, that you couldn't come again, not so soon after the last time, but even so, Nines wasn't having it, and pushed further.

He growled into your ear as he moved a hand down beneath you, allowing his skilled fingers to brush against your swollen clit as you inhaled sharply, begging for something, anything, because you truly didn't think you knew what you wanted anymore.

Nines was merciless in his pursuit of pushing you harder, his thrusts ceaseless and his fingers working tirelessly on you even as you felt him curse and groan from where he was bent over beside your ear, a telltale sign that he was close, but forcing himself to hold back out of spite.

"Please!"

You gasped out sharply as he fingers began to work faster, his cock hitting just the right spot inside of you as stars shot out behind your eyes, causing you to choke on a moan partway through, your eyes rolling back before squeezing shut entirely.

Nines growled at your reaction, keeping up his efforts even as he felt himself grow closer, until finally, the tightly wound rubber band within you snapped for the fourth time that night, and you came hard around him with a soundless cry, your head falling back even more until it rested upon his shoulder uncomfortably.

Nines, having forced himself to wait until you'd pushed yourself much further than you had previously thought possible, was quick to follow, all but snarling out your name against your ear as he emptied his artificial seed deep inside of you, drawing a whimper past your lips at the warm feeling of it, yet another constant familiarity that you were forced to grapple with.

But what else did you do this for if not those little familiarities, as painful as they were?

You squeezed your eyes shut tighter in an effort to better block out the thoughts screaming within your own head, but before you could force them away, Nines spoke up.

He was already pulling away from you, sparing you a quick and rather dismissive glance as he moved to stand at the end of the bed, eyes searching for his clothing, which he was quick to find and redress himself in, as per usual.

"While I am always more than willing to participate, Detective, I would be remiss if I didn't inform you once again that your choice of coping mechanism is immensely unhealthy. None of this will ever truly help you, though I highly doubt I have to tell you that."

You nodded gently, lowering yourself down on your back so you could stare up at the ceiling, eyes heavy and mind clouded by both residual pleasure and thoughts you would much rather ignore.

"You don't, Nines, but I appreciate the concern."

You spoke softly, turning your head to watch as the android in question let his gaze fall to you once more, his head tilted ever so slightly in a way that almost made you burst into tears.

Even still, you forced yourself to hold his stare, challenging him to let the topic go even though you knew that nothing you could do could ever truly intimidate Nines.

For this reason, you gave up on your nonverbal message after a few seconds of heavy silence, sighing as you turned to look back towards the ceiling,

"Are you going to come back tomorrow?"

You muttered, still dreading the answer to your question even after having asked it so many times throughout the past three months.

"I think you know that I will, Detective. I have told you many times now that I have no reason not to so long as you continue to cope this way. If it wasn't me, it would be someone else, and I have very little faith in the only other person who might be able to give you what you feel you need."

You nodded silently before finally working up the courage to speak after a few more seconds of tense quiet, though your voice was notably soft, strained by incoming tears that wouldn't dissipate, no matter how hard you fought them.

"Thank you."

You all but whispered, and Nines, having heard you as clear as day, simply nodded, making his way towards your closed bedroom door before opening it slowly and allowing himself to turn and face you once more as he stood in the doorway,

"I can look and feel like him, Detective, but I will never manage to be the one you yearn for. I need to know that you understand that."

You let out a rather humorless laugh, so bogged down by tears that it scarcely sounded like one at all, sharing much more in common with a sob than anything else. Even still, you turned to look at your friend, face tear stained and eyes wet as you offered him a sad smile,

"I know, Nines. That was the best part about Connor, he was far too special to ever be replaced. In a cruel way, I think that might have been what made him the most human. When he was here, he was special, unlike any other, and now that he's gone, he's gone forever, and he's taken my entire heart with him. He deserves it though, far more than I think I ever did."

Nines opened his mouth as if to argue, but shut it just a few seconds later, allowing a familiar scowl to take form instead as he watched you from afar, taking in the way that your tears traced the natural lines and curves of your face.

Connor had loved you so deeply, and it was a shame that this was all that had become of that love.

But there was nothing that anyone could do now but be there for you,

And in his own way, that was exactly what Nines was doing, whether his reasoning was entirely selfless or not.

Still, it felt wrong that you should end up like this, having loved a being that was once so far from death that it was closer to an impossibility than anything else.

But that was then, and this was now.

Sighing, Nines resigned himself to offering you one final farewell nod as he stepped through the doorway, closing the heavy wooden door behind him before he made his way towards the exit of the home you had once shared with his predecessor, now strangely empty and devoid of life in a way that felt almost ironic.

And with that, Nines exited your house, locking the door behind himself the way that Connor had done each night that anyone had come to visit the two of you.

Meanwhile, as Nines pondered the past and what had become of it, you sat at the edge of your bed, helplessly allowing large tears to drop onto the glass portion of a picture frame that Connor had kept on his bedside table, which encased a photo of a beautiful woman and a perfect man dancing together, surrounded by smiling faces and loving eyes as they celebrated their marriage alongside their closest friends and family.

You felt yourself thumb at your wedding and engagement rings at the memory, before allowing your gaze to drop back down to the wooden beside table, onto which you returned the photo before picking up the ring that sat there, eyes searching for the single word that had been delicately engraved on the inside,

'Eternity'

You smiled at it sorrowfully, before holding it close to your chest, warming the strong metal with your gentle body heat.

Oh, if only.

masterlist

AO3

#dbh x reader #c: connor #c: nines #nines x reader #rk800 x reader #rk900 x reader #dbh x reader angst #dbh connor x reader #dbh smut #dbh connor x reader smut #dbh nines x reader smut #dbh nines x reader angst #dbh connor x reader angst #dbh angst #dbh x reader smut

[lanelane04]

Third Piece of the Puzzle

I just wanna see a happy family with the reader, Hank and Connor so I impulsively wrote this up at like 1am and I have no idea where this is going. But let me know what you think! This will be a series but it depends on how well my commitment issues will take it.

TW: this does deal with depression and grieving, alcoholism (from Hank) and suicidal intentions. Most of the story takes place from the game itself but just as a warning, please read with caution if those are a trigger.

Very minimal use of (y/n)!

Word count: 2.1k

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Hank Anderson.

He used to be admirable, a role model to look up to. He was someone people would use as a good example of how to be a cop. He was intimidating at first, but after getting to know him? He was the person with the biggest heart out of anyone you knew. He had trained other members of the police force, watching them become good people of law enforcement and get assigned to new partners. He had the title of the youngest lieutenant in Detroit history for a reason. He earned that promotion.

But, after the unfortunate incident with his son, everything changed for the worse.

Who could blame him though? Getting into a horrific car accident on a cold winter day, waiting around for news while your son is having emergency surgery and only being told by the android, who performed the surgery, comes in with nothing but dreadful news.

He couldn't focus on anything else that damn android was saying. In his head, it was so clearly the androids' fault. It was the one who did the surgery, it was the one who couldn't save his son, it's all the robot's fault.

He became everything but a role model for beginner police officers. He started snapping easily, he started relying on alcohol to cope with his grief, his depression, and the spiralling, loud and intruding thoughts that rang in his head. He started rocking up to work after midday, he even skipped work a couple of times. He used to be this, he wasn't that, he never did this, you'll never hear the end of it and neither will he. He couldn't see a way out of the spiral but the alcohol makes things easier temporarily.

He's lucky enough that Captain Fowler won't fire him, even after countless threats for doing so. He's lucky enough to still have a job regardless.

This is where you come into the picture.

You were a detective, you were in the homicide division and very occasionally, you would get assigned a case dealing with deviant androids.

You were his partner. He helped you write reports and show you how they should be written properly. He trained you, he watched you move up the rank and become a detective. He even treated you out to dinner as a little congratulatory party. You were someone he was proud of.

He would get assigned cases with you often; him protecting you and vice versa. Putting oneself in risky situations which lead to arguments after the case.

"Did you even think about how you could've gotten yourself killed by doing that?!"

"They were about to shoot you and you think I'm going to stand back and watch that happen?!"

None of you would let the day end without making up though. Whatever argument happens between the two of you needs to be resolved before any of you go back home.

The two of you would grab lunch together on your breaks, you would hang out outside of work and just have a couple of drinks and talk about anything and everything. He also made sure that his intentions were nothing but friendly since he did not want you to take things the wrong way. Bitching about work, very certain people even, an incident that happened in one of your personal lives. He would occasionally invite you over to his place to play with his son and his lovable dog, Sumo. Sometimes he would even just invite you over to watch the game, only to be shushed by Cole whenever the two of you were being too loud.

He considered you one of his closest friends, family even.

He felt a little embarrassed to consider someone who was relatively younger than him as one of his closest friends, which earned a laugh out of you when he told you one night.

"Seriously, Hank? You're worrying over that?"

"Hey, I never said I was worried about it. I just find it a bit embarrassing being friends with a kid."

"Oh, come on! You're not that old, you're only... Double my age."

"You make me feel old."

But did he care about what others might think?

Never and that hasn't changed.

He started to decline your offers of going out for lunch runs. He wouldn't come up to your desk every morning and annoy you before starting his work. When the two of you went out drinking, it wasn't the same.

He would drink until he could barely walk while you would try and talk him out of the drinks. You would have to drive him home, force him to drink water, give mandatory pets to Sumo, and force him into bed.

Every time, right before you leave his bedroom, he would always call out to you and you would always reply.

"I'm sorry, please don't leave me."

"I'm always here for you, Hank."

Not matter how kind-hearted and understanding you can be of his situation, you need to look after yourself too. Doing this every single week for months on end? It's not healthy. He's becoming slightly dependent on you. It gets tiring looking after someone who's struggling, but if they're not doing anything to help themselves without relying on you, should you really be putting in all that time and effort in?

You can, but there's always a limit.

As much as you love Hank and his old man ways, you can't keep doing this. You're important too. You need to put yourself first.

So you started distancing yourself from him. It hurts doing so, but god was it painful for him to see you avoid him. Even the awkward small talk was unbearable. What happened to keeping things open between the two of you? You knew he would understand if you told him but would he take it well? Absolutely not. You were all he had after Cole's passing.

He knows it's his fault you haven't been doing well and he knows you're avoiding him for the sake of your well-being, he knows. Not only did he lose his son, but he had also managed to lose someone who was family to him, all because of him. It's another spiral he has fallen into.

Androids have become more and more popular. They're everywhere; running their owners' errands, working at any job and place you'll see, helping their owner with a task or simply keeping them company. They're only doing what they're told to do and what they're programmed for.

Captain Fowler had assigned him to be Hank's partner, even after knowing the hatred for androids the old man has. Connor had been assigned to cases involving deviant androids. As much as Fowler wanted him to start straight away, Hank didn't seem to come into work that day.

There was a lack of people in the station tonight, maybe the people on the night shift haven't started yet. The sound of faded pages flipping, chairs rolling and sluggish footsteps filled the room. He walked over to an officer and began his line of questioning.

"Excuse me, I hope I'm not disturbing you." You looked up at him, fatigue clear as ever on your face. You looked him up and down, taking in his presence before speaking. Why did they make an android look so handsome?

"Not at all, can I help you with something?"

"I was hoping you would know where Lieutenant Anderson is at this time." He saw your tired smile drop immediately. He thought of all the reasons as to why you suddenly seemed saddened by the name. What happened? Were you close? Did he do something to you?

"What's your business with him, if you don't mind me asking."

"Captain Fowler has assigned me to work with him as his partner. We will be working on cases involving deviant androids." His voice was monotone, with little to no emotion, no fluctuations in his tone, nothing like that. He stood with his hands clasped in front of him, patiently waiting for your response.

"Hank isn't going to like the news of that. I can't believe he's on deviant androids as well..." You mumbled to yourself. "He should be at Jimmy's Bar, I can show you the way there if you'd like?" He nodded to your request, stepping back as he watched you turn off your terminal and grab your jacket. He could easily find the bar himself and he should've declined your offer, it would've been quicker to find him, alone. "What's your name? I don't think I ever got it."

"My name is Connor, I've been sent by CyberLife to assist DPD." You introduced yourself, telling him about which division you're in. You brought up the fact that you have been assigned several cases involving deviants, more as a sign for him to know that he can go to you if he's stuck.

Not like he'll ever need the help.

The walk to the bar wasn't awkward, if anything, you were enjoying the interaction with the android. Connor was interesting, he's unique. It felt good within you, finally having a conversation that wasn't work-related or Detective Reed annoying the living shit out of you. You have other officers that interacted with you, but none filled the gap of a true connection. You missed it.

You missed Hank.

"May I ask you a personal question, detective?"

"Of course, you can, Connor. You're free to ask me anything. But please, just call me (Y/N)." You waited at the zebra crossing, waiting for the pedestrian lights to turn green because you know damn well Connor will be on your ass for jaywalking.

"What's your relationship with Lieutenant Anderson?" He looked down at you, observing your reaction. "You seemed upset by me mentioning him earlier. Has something happened between the two of you?" Do you tell him? Have you told anyone about what happened? Have you been bottling this all up this entire time? Was it right for you to just start emotionally spilling everything to him, at this very moment?

Wow, Hank was really your only friend at the station, how sad.

"We... We used to be close." You started hesitantly. How were you supposed to go on about this? Why is it taking so long for the light to go green? "I used to be his partner before I got my promotion. We still worked on cases together though, just not as much." The blaring noise of the pedestrian light going green interrupted. The two walked to the other side and continued their walk.

"I won't go into too much detail but... Something bad happened that turned Hank into the person he is today. I tried to help him but it was starting to have a bad impact on me when trying to look after him." You saw the neon sign of Jimmy's Bar come into view, making you stop in your tracks.

The feeling of anxiety rushed through you. You came here all the time. Was it because you knew that Hank was inside? When was the last time you talked to him? Or even made eye contact with him? You've spent so long avoiding him, even with occasional awkward small talk. When was the last time you sat down with him and had a chat about anything and everything? How long has it been?

"So I stopped talking to him, for my own sake. You can ask him about it but maybe after getting to know him a bit." The android stood in front of you and nodded. His circle LED showed an orange hue before going back to a calm blue. He had been listening intently to every word you spoke, making sure to not miss a single thing.

"I will head in and see if the lieutenant is inside. Thank you for showing me the way, have a good night." He gave you a nod before making his way towards the entrance of the bar.

"Wait, Connor." He felt the warmth of your hand grip around his wrist. He stared down at you, tilting his head in confusion. You looked like you were having an internal argument with yourself. The way you opened your mouth but nothing came out, the way you avoided making eye contact with him, the tight, trembling grip you had on his hand.

"Is something the matter?"

"Hank is a good person, Connor. He didn't use to be the person you're about to meet. Please trust me on that." Once again, his LED flickered an orange amber before returning to blue.

"I will keep that noted." When you finally looked up at him, relief shown on your face. You let go of his wrist but for some reason, he didn't want you to. He stared down at you, confused about the software instability notification popping up on his window. "I should get going now."

"Oh, of course! Sorry, Connor." And with that, you turned around and started making your way back to the station. Should he keep an eye on you until you got out of sight? It's late, anything could happen at this time of night. He's already stalled enough time on his current mission, he should be going now. He can't waste any more time.

Software Instability^

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[homicidal-slvt]

Okay! So the short version of my request is I’d essentially like a yandere love triangle where Nines is after the attention of Connor’s girlfriend. When he goes to make a move and maybe separate them, he finds out Connor is a (slightly more subtle) yandere who knows what Nines is trying to do and isn’t happy about it.

"999 Or 666"

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Connor x F!Reader x RK900

Human|Y/N

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Warnings: Yandere Themes & Death Of A Character

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You hummed a soft tune while carefully folding laundry, Connor was currently in the kitchen tending to- well you're not exactly sure what. He often is fixing things.... Sometimes things you swear weren't actually broken but you trust him.

Calm and collected with a shockingly gentle touch for something inhuman. You put your faith in him even if occasionally there were things that seemed- off. He'd never hurt you. He's a robot not a monster- a robot with feelings and heart. So what if he bleeds blue rather than red- he still bleeds.

A pair of arms wrap around you from behind causing you to flinch for a split second in surprise.

"Sorry."

He apologized while pressing close to you, a soft chuckle escaping your lips as you watch the little ringlet of light flicker between colors.

"It's alright Connor. Just give me a little warning next time."

••

Of course you made a new friend- you're just so darn sweet and inviting. It's not the first time you unintentionally charmed someone.

Connor does not like it though. He does not like the way Nines is looking at you.

Nines has set his eyes on you, your every movement mesmerizes him. It makes him feel something. He likes it- he likes feeling.

Swiftly reaching out before Connor can even react, Nines grabs the groceries that were in your hands moving towards the kitchen with them.

"Here. Let me give you a hand with that."

You couldn't help but giggle a little- it was cute. He's cute.

You love Connor- you only view Nines as a friend. Though when you giggle at what he does, it makes your calm collected boyfriend boil within.

His expression doesn't change- but the flicker of his light ringlet is an indication. A warning to something brewing behind his eyes.

Too bad you didn't notice.

••

"She's mine."

You were currently inside watching a movie, Connor standing outside with Nines. Tension thick in the air almost to a suffocating degree.

"She's not property."

Nines shot back- which may have been a mistake. A miscalculation. Perhaps he should have kept his mouth shut but he didn't exactly regret saying it.

Nines sensed something wasn't right with this. Right with Connor.

He's never felt this before but he feels- protective. You aren't his girlfriend but he intends for that to change.

Maybe if he drags out Connor's true colors... Maybe you'll choose him instead.

Wouldn't that be wonderful? He'd get to be the one to hold you and protect you instead. He'd be the one you run too.

Perhaps he isn't any better.

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You were settled into Connor's arms nestled up against his chest, he was holding you a bit tighter than usual.

"You're quiet."

He looks down at you- an awkward but sweet smile making it's way onto his face.

"Just thinking."

"Bout' what?"

"You."

It wasn't entirely a lie- he was thinking about you. Just not in the typical sweet way like usual. You don't know that though- you don't need to know that. The way you nuzzle right into him has his system heating up- this is where you belong.

Nothing can snatch you from his arms.

••

Nines is visiting again- Connor isn't home right now so it's just you and him. This doesn't worry you though- why should it?

You're not in danger.

You heard shuffling around the kitchen and peeked in, it almost looked like Nines was searching for something. Something that had him rather agitated.

"What are you doing?"

He paused and turned towards you- your coffee maker in his hands.

"Has this been worked on recently?"

"Yeah... Connor said he fixed it. Why? Is it acting up again?"

His eyes drifted back to the object currently in his possession.

This is it.

He fidgeted with it and pulled out a small camera, holding it out to you and your heart stopped for a second.

What is that? Why would that be there?

Does Connor keep tabs on you whenever he has to be away for awhile...?

The thought forms knots in your stomach, this isn't something your Connor would do. No. There's no way.

Nines had set down the coffee maker and moved closer to you upon seeing your distressed expression, reaching out to pull you into his arms.

The sound of him saying your name dragged you out of your head and you swiftly stepped back avoiding his embrace.

"Don't touch me..."

The ringlet of light flickered- that time you used... It hurt. He was just helping- don't you see that? He's protecting you.

"I was just-"

"You... You should go."

"I can't leave you like this."

"Leave."

"No."

He was standing firm in his ground, refusing to go away despite your insistence. You two were so focused on each other you didn't hear the click of the front door.

Connor now in the kitchen doorway, a new feeling settling into the air.

"What is he doing here?"

Your heart dropped at the sound of his voice, it was like ice pressing into a wound.

Are you in danger?

He'd never hurt you.

But he would-

A blue substance splattered across your face, vision blurred in a frenzied panic. Hushed words meant to sooth you as a pair of arms snatched you into a strong chest.

You're safe. It's okay. Everything will be okay.

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{The ending is up for interpretation. I know you said mild but idk how to make it only mild LMAO Sorry it took so long. Hope this is good.}

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[prettybillycore]

Please Don't Die Again || Connor (RK800) x GN!Reader

Pairing(s): Connor (RK800) x GN!Reader ; Minor Elijah Kamski x GN!Reader

Universe: Detroit: Become Human

Summary: You, a former employee at Cyberlife, now work as a Detective along side Hank and Connor. As the android revolution begins, Connor finds himself faced with a choice– his mission or you. 

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: Canon typical violence, yandere!Elijah Kamski, Gun violence, Connor (rk800) temporary death

A/N: Ahhh! My first non-stranger things request this summer; I have so much love in my heart for Deviant!Connor. I decided to follow the advice of @whoringrove and work on whatever my brain was most drawn to. Right now, I’m working on the second chapter of “Stranger Things Have Happened in Hawkins” but because it takes place in ST3 canon ‘verse, I really need to rewatch the whole season before finishing it. I’m itching to create right now, not watch something, so oop here’s an rk800 x reader fic. I hope you enjoy @momos-peaches <3

Read it on AO3 or right here on Tumblr (below the cut on this post)

You knew Connor could die and be placed inside of a new body– Hank told you about the one time he was killed before; he was hit by a car going down the freeway. However, you were not there to witness that death. You had never personally seen Connor die and you most certainly weren’t the cause. This was not the freeway incident though, this was the battle for android freedom in Detroit. 

You were once on the side of the city, protecting humans at all costs. Now, you were at the center of the android revolution– and Connor’s blue blood was on your hands. 

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You were born into a well-off family and your mother worked in the technology industry. You grew up with Elijah Kamski as your best friend and worked with him for the first several years of your adult life. You were the creative mind behind a lot of the aesthetic choices– clothes, facial structures, etc. There was enjoyment and pride in your work at first, but you watched Elijah turn into a shell of his fun-loving self. He became more arrogant and honestly an ass to be around. You kept him within your social circle because you couldn’t bear to lose someone so close to you, but you didn’t agree with the treatment of his android companions. You weren’t as technologically gifted as him, but you helped him create the first androids. You wanted them to be treated with respect and kindness– Elijah saw them as nothing more than machines. He tormented you for it and you ended up leaving your very high-paying job at Cyberlife before he left his. You went back to school and ended up joining the police force as a detective– he retired to a mansion in the middle of nowhere. He invited you over often, but you started accepting fewer invitations as you started working more hours. 

Hank Anderson worked at the desk across from yours. You had very different views on androids, but he was a gentle soul to you. He valued your opinions on his cases highly and often requested to work with you over other detectives. It warmed your heart and gave you a father figure you could actually reach out to. This is how you met RK800, better known as “Connor.” 

He was far more advanced than any of the androids you worked on and his physical appearance wasn’t your design. You guessed that he was made by the team that replaced yours and you were honestly amazed by his existence. His data analysis software was incredible and he was extremely skilled in crime scene investigation. You knew the moment that you met him at the Ortiz house, you knew he was special. 

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You were already inside the house when he entered behind Hank. You smiled at the two of them as they came inside. You stood up from your place over the body, “Ah, Lieutenant Anderson, I thought you might never come.”

He rolled his eyes as he approached. Connor was matching his pace. You eyed him curiously, but pretended not to notice him– as much as you could, anyway. Though, you are sure Connor noticed your glances. “I wasn’t gonna come, but this jackass showed up at Jimmy’s bar and said you were working this one alone. Thought you might want a hand.”

“Extra hands are always welcome at my crime scenes; we could use all the help we can get to be honest with you. Household androids are becoming more unstable every day… I just don’t understand why. Take a look at the scene in the kitchen, Lieutenant; something awful.”

“Can do,” he replied shortly before walking past you.

Your eyes fell on Connor, who was standing stiffly a few feet from you. “I would shake your hands, but I’m gloved and have blood on me… what’s your name?”

“My name is Connor. I’m the android sent by Cyberlife to assist Lieutenant Anderson with the rise in deviant cases.” His answer was stark and to the point, but there was something behind the inflection of his voice. You could feel his gaze; it was dull and unwavering. 

“I’m guessing you already know who I am based on what Hank said.”

He nodded curtly. “Y/n L/n. Current Detective at Detroit Police Department and former Creative Director of Cyberlife.”

You smiled again. “Indeed, it’s nice to meet you, Connor.”

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The next two days were some of the most action-packed and traumatic days of your life. You protected Connor from Gavin’s android hatred, searched the Eden Club, and witness an unmasked android give a freedom speech on national television– not to mention all the cases that were piling up of deviants committing felonies. You felt protective of Connor at this point and he felt protective of you, though he didn’t understand why he felt that way. Hank was still a little skeptical of Connor as you approached your childhood friend’s home, but you had no doubts in your mind– Connor wasn’t just human-like, he was human. Much like many of the androids you were trying to track down/stop, he showed bright, shining signs of humanity. It made you incredibly nervous to take him with you to Elijah’s. It made you so nervous, in fact, you asked him to do something very unlike you.

Hank stopped the car outside of the Kamski residence. Connor was in the back seat and started to open his door before you squeaked out, “Connor, stay here.”

“What?” Hank questioned. 

Connor pulled the door shut again, but kept his hand on the handle. “Why, Detective?”

“Uh…” you faltered. You felt silly saying it, but you were sincerely worried for Connor’s safety in Elijah’s presence. As much as you hated it, the man could read you like an open book. He would know that you cared for Connor and would do everything he could to use that connection to his advantage. “Kamski will try to turn me against you, I just know.”

“Oh come on, Y/n. You’re not going to turn your back on me and Connor. We’ll all be fine,” Hank assured.

“I would feel much better about this visit if Connor were to stay in the car. He is safe in the car,” You argued.

Hank rolled his eyes. “If anything happens to him, as much as I hate it, Cyberlife will fix him and he’ll be back on the job tomorrow.”

“I appreciate the concern Detective, but Lieutenant Anderson is right. I am replaceable.”

Hearing those words absolutely shattered your heart. “Connor…”

Hank patted your shoulder. “Come on, kid. He’ll be fine. Let’s go get this over with. I know you hate this fucker as much as I do.”

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Elijah had his eyes on you from the moment you walked into the swimming pool room. There were quite a few Chloe models present, which did not surprise you. She was the first model to pass the Turing test and you had designed her (aesthetically speaking). Elijah had little touches of your relationship all over his house– your painting in the entryway, a few drawings of yours on the walls, even a picture of you two as kids in a frame on a table near the window, and of course Chloe. Though he was taking his sweet time getting out of the pool, he was keeping a close eye on you. You weren’t the only one to notice these details though– they were noticed by Connor and Hank both. The feeling of his eyes on you made your skin crawl as he climbed out of the pool. “I was surprised to see your name on my schedule, Y/n, but I am oh so happy to see you again. What’s it been? Six months?”

You did your best not to falter at his words, but his tone sent a chill up your spine. “I’ve been busy with my work at DPD. You know that, Elijah.” You used his first name on purpose; you were hoping it would throw him off his game. When you worked together at Cyberlife, you fell into the habit of calling him Kamski; everyone else did, so when you called him by his first name, it usually knocked the snark out of him. “These are my friends; Lieutenant Anderson and Connor.”

“What can I do for you, Y/n? Lieutenant?” He asked, only addressing you and Hank. It was annoying you slightly that he was being so informal with you, but at the end of the day, you couldn’t blame him. You two had such a long history it would be sort of unsettling for him to call you ‘detective’, though you despised him calling you just by your first name. It gave you a feeling of disgust in the deepest pit of your stomach. 

You could see the weary look on Hank’s face. It wasn’t surprising– he was fairly protective over you. What was a little surprising was the fact that Connor’s LED was circling yellow to red and back again. Your words felt like they were trapped in your throat, so Hank picked up the conversation. “Sir, we’re investigating deviants. I know you left CyberLife years ago but, I was hoping you'd be able to tell us something we don’t know…”

Kamski smirked, “Deviants… Fascinating, aren't they? Perfect beings with infinite intelligence, and now they have free will… Machines are so superior to us, confrontation was inevitable… Humanity’s greatest achievement threatens to be its downfall. Isn’t it ironic?”

“We need to understand how androids become deviants. Do you know anything that could help us?” Connor questioned. Elijah’s strong gaze shifted to him for a moment. Then, it shifted between the two of you. You had a bad feeling before you walked inside the house, but it was getting stronger with every passing second that you all were inside. You shifted slightly, placing yourself vaguely in front of Connor. Your eyes met Elijah’s and you could see him deeply contemplating his next move. 

“All ideas are viruses that spread like epidemics... Is the desire to be free a contagious disease?”

Hank was becoming impatient with the conversation. You could see it plainly on his face and in his body language. “Listen, I didn’t come here to talk philosophy. The machines you created may be planning a revolution. Either you can tell us something that'll be helpful, or we will be on our way.”

Elijah began to step closer to you and Connor. You tilted your head while shooting your former best friend a questioning look. You knew that he was paying attention to you, but he didn’t acknowledge you at all. He kept his eyes trained on your android companion, while his fingers twitched at his sides. “What about you, Connor? Whose side are you on?”

You looked away from Elijah and toward Connor. He was looking back at you, but only for a brief moment. The light on his temple was still flicking between yellow and red as he looked toward Elijah, “It's not about me, Mr. Kamski. All I want is to solve this case.”

Elijah chuckled a bit, pulling his lip with his teeth. “Well, that's what you're programmed to say… but you…” He was getting uncomfortably close to both you and Connor. He angled himself so he was off to the side a little bit, away from you, but he was still less than a foot away now. His glance came toward you for a moment before going back to Connor, “What do you really want?”

Your eyes were glued to Elijah. You, Hank, and Connor were all weaponless because that was an agreement of the meeting, but you were still trying to calculate the best way to incapacitate him if things went south. Connor, again, glanced in your direction, but you didn’t notice this time. Elijah and Hank both did though. “I’m sorry, but I don’t see where you're getting at,” he replied. His defensive tone didn’t go unnoticed by you, though.

“Y/n, would you mind stepping over to stand next to Chloe?”

You quirked your eyebrow at him. “Why?”

“I would like to run a little test on your android and you’re blocking my way.”

You knew exactly what test he meant. There was nothing else he could mean with that evil little glimmer in his eye, “No way in hell you’re doing to that to him. I won’t let you.”

He had a curious expression on his face. He had completely turned his attention to you. His hand came to rest on your upper arm as he answered. “Interesting. You’re so protective of a machine, I mean, you always have been rather fond of androids, but that adorable angry look on your face– oh you care about it, don’t you, Angel?” 

You nearly gagged at the nickname. You knew he had feelings for you somewhere in your past, but he hadn’t called you ‘angel’ since you were in your early twenties. He stopped after you rejected him. It’s probably where the bitterness in your relationship started. God, you felt like you were going to be sick. Hank was in shock behind you and didn’t know how to intervene; Connor felt like he was frozen in place. His orders were telling him to focus on the mission, but the thought “protect y/n” was trying to force itself to become his primary directive. Elijah took the opportunity to place his free hand under your chin. His fingers dug into your skin. “What? Did I hit a nerve, detective?” That smirk planted itself on his face again. “Chloe, get the device.” His eyes never left yours. Your brain was screaming at you to rip yourself from his grasp, but you couldn’t get your feet to move. His hand moved from your chin to your other arm. He forced you out of the way as Chloe pulled a gun out of the table drawer. He almost threw you out of the way he used so much force. You stumbled into the chair next to the table and sucked in a harsh breath. Connor’s LED was completely red, but he was still unable to pick a directive. “I’m sure you’re familiar with the Turing test. Mere formality, simple question of algorithms and computing capacity. What interests me is whether machines are capable of empathy. I call it "the Kamski test", it's very simple, you'll see…” He turned to Chloe, an almost hungry look in his eyes as he took the gun from her hands. “Magnificent, isn't it? One of the first intelligent models developed by CyberLife, completely designed by Y/n and myself. Young and beautiful forever. A flower that will never wither……But what is it really? Piece of plastic imitating a human? Or a living being... With a soul…?” Elijah handed the gun to Connor. “It's up to you to answer that fascinating question, Connor. Destroy this machine and I'll tell you all I know. Or spare it, if you feel it's alive, but you'll leave here without having learned anything from me.”

Hank found his voice again after seeing the fear in your eyes. “Okay, I think we’re done here. Come on, Connor. Let's go. Sorry to get you outta your pool.”

Elijah was getting more and more in Connor’s face. “What's more important to you, Connor? Your investigation, or the life of this android? Decide who you are. An obedient machine… Or a living being endowed with free will…”

“That's enough! Connor, Y/n, we’re leaving.”

“Pull the trigger,” Elijah taunted. It was like watching the angel and devil on Connor’s shoulders. He looked to you for an answer. Elijah had aimed the gun at Chloe and for Connor, it would be just one quick motion, but… 

“Connor, don’t…” Hank said.

Connor was searching your face for an answer. “Please no…” you mumbled. 

“I'll tell you what you wanna know,” Elijah mumbled.

Connor lowered the gun and could feel himself destabilizing. Elijah sighed and moved away from Connor. He walked back over the table and opened the drawer again. Before you could process what was happening, he yanked you to your feet and had his hand around your neck. You could feel him closing his fingers tightly enough to start cutting off your oxygen. You grabbed at his hand for a moment, before you felt the cold metal of a gun barrel pressed against your temple. Your breath was gone from your lungs. You never would have seen this coming. “Eli–” You couldn’t get his whole name out. 

“What the fuck are you doing, Kamski?” Hank shouted. All of the Chloe models that were still in the pool had begun to watch. 

“Fascinating… CyberLife's last chance to save humanity... is itself a deviant…” Elijah mused. “I have another test for you, Connor. We’ll call it the Y/n test.” He relaxed his fingers slightly so you could breathe again. “You, a piece of plastic, have somehow managed to capture Y/n’s attention.” He rubbed his thumb across your chin so softly it almost felt like a comforting gesture. “I could have given them everything. A mansion, wealth beyond anything they have ever seen, they never would have had to work a day in their whole life, but they turned me down. They left Cyberlife and eventually became a detective. Ever since they joined DPD they’ve been slipping farther and farther away. I can’t even get them to come over for a meal anymore, but you… in a few days, they have become completely enamored with you.” His hands were trembling with anger. He began constricting your air again. “This test should be easy for you Connor; shoot the Chloe model and I will let Y/n go, unharmed. You three will walk out of here with no information, but the detective will be fine and Chloe will be replaced. If you refuse to shoot Chloe, I’ll shoot your favorite human, but I will tell you everything I know. Are you willing to sacrifice the life of this human for your mission? Someone’s going to die, Connor. It’s up to you to decide.” Elijah clicked the safety off. 

Connor looked between you, Chloe, and Hank. You had been in danger before with your job, but this was the closest you had ever come to death. Connor could read the terror in your expression. Hank was scared too. Connor had never seen Hank truly scared before. “Kamski–”

“Quiet! This is Connor’s choice.”

Connor closed his eyes and pulled the trigger. Chloe shut down almost instantly and Elijah dropped his gun on the ground next to him. He let go of your throat and Connor rushed forward to catch you. You pulled in as many deep breaths as you could. Connor’s sensors scanned your injuries and determined quickly, that while extremely distressed, that you were relatively unharmed. Without saying anything, he wrapped his arm under your knees and behind your back. “Let’s go, quickly Lieutenant.”

Hank didn’t argue and neither did Elijah. Connor nearly ran to the car with you in his arms, jumping into the back of the vehicle with you. “Y/n? Are you alright, Y/n?” You nodded as you started to catch your breath. Hank got into the driver’s seat and started down the road as quickly as he could. “What’s their status, Connor?”

“Stable, but we should have them seen by a doctor to make sure Kamski didn’t cause any serious damage.”

“Guys… I’ll be fine.”

“Shut up, Y/n. If Connor says you should see a doctor, we’re stopping at a doctor.”

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Connor had no idea that you had tailed him to Jericho. You were so careful not to let him see you. You followed him all the way up to Markus and North in the Captain’s cabin. North had a gun, but from what you could tell, it was jammed.  “What are you doing? You are one of us… You can’t betray your own people…”

You had met Markus before; he was one of your designs. You never imagined that he would end up being RA9, but knowing Carl, it made sense. Carl treated Markus as another son and gave him freedoms that many other androids did not have. “You're coming with me!”

“You're nothing to them. You're just a tool they use to do their dirty work. But you're more than that. We are all more than that… Do you never have any doubts? You’ve never done something irrational, as if there's something inside you?.. Something more than your program.”

You couldn’t tell what Connor or North was thinking so you decided it was best to intervene before something went wrong. “Connor!” you called. His head snapped in your direction before he started looking at North and Markus again. 

“What are you doing here, Detective? How did you find me?”

“Connor, put the gun down. Markus is good, I promise. We’ve met before.”

“I don’t believe my eyes,” Markus said. “Y/n L/n. You designed me for Carl.”

You tossed him a soft smile. “Hello again, Markus.” You walked around Connor’s side and walked in front of his gun. 

“Y/n don’t–”

“You don’t have to do this, Connor. You have done something irrational. There is something more than your program, just like Markus said. You had no idea if Elijah would have gone through with his threat. You could have followed orders and let me die. You could have learned whatever you wanted about deviants from him, but you didn’t– you saved me because you care about me, Connor. I know you do! Put the gun down and we can talk about this. I know Cyberlife is telling you that Markus is the enemy, but he’s not and you know that he’s not.”

Connor lowered the gun to his side, but he didn’t drop it. You stepped to the side where he was holding it and set your hand on his. You were going to continue talking him down, but a loud bang came from behind you and the next thing you knew, Connor had blue blood dripping from a bullet wound– right between his eyes. Markus shouted at North and you screamed bloody murder as he collapsed. “Fuck! FUCK, CONNOR! Don’t you fucking leave me here…”

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Life was not going so well for anyone around you at this point. You were at Hank’s house; your head in your hands as you sat on the couch. Sumo was whining for you to cheer up, but you couldn’t. Connor’s death was just replaying in your mind on repeat. Hank was in the kitchen and not doing much better than you. The both of you were so out of it, that you didn’t hear the bedroom window being open and shut. “Lieutenant!” Connor shouted. “Lieutenant it’s me! I need your help!”

You shot up from the couch and Hank bolted in from the kitchen. “Connor? How–”

“Cyberlife will always replace me. I’ve found Markus and the others. He’s shown me what I can really be, I… I’m deviant. I offered to go to Cyberlife to gather more androids for the war, but… I’m scared and I need help. I wanted to see you, Y/n, but I was afraid of that too.”

“Fuck…” You used your hands to wipe the fresh tears from your eyes. “Connor… I… you died in my arms. I watched you fucking die right in front of me… You can’t do that shit…”

“Y/n… I’m sorry.”

“Sorry doesn’t fix it! It’s not your fault anyway… North shot you because she thought you would kill her and Markus. I’m glad your back, but it’s so fucking weird. It’s messing with my brain…”

Connor slowly started to walk around the couch. “Can I do anything?”

“You… Please don’t die again! I can’t do that again. Your blood was everywhere and I felt so fucking helpless. Markus just kept apologizing and I didn’t know what to do. We had to leave your body and run because soldiers started attacking Jericho. I felt so bad, but I couldn’t carry you out, I–” 

Connor reached out and set his hand on you shoulder. “It’s alright now, Y/n. I know how much my death upset Hank and I can see it hurt you. I will do everything I can not to die again.”

The softness of his voice and his simple touch did you in completely. You rushed forward and wrapped your arms around him. “You better not die again, I need you here.”

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[rk8connorzz]

𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔰 // 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔫𝔬𝔯 𝔵 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: connor has been having very bad nightmares due to the trauma of his past 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: depicted gore, brief mention of suicide The moonlight was comfortably set over Detroit, and almost everyone was sound asleep in their homes. Just distant sounds of traffic and people talking from outside could distract me from lying with Connor. A brisk gust of air blows into the room, dragging the cool temperature down slightly. Connor’s synthetic skin warmed where I touched him and where I didn’t, making the cool temperature of the room bearable.

 The night went as most do. Connor and I both fell asleep in the warm embrace of each other’s arms. We were both on our sides facing each other - his arm was around my waist and spooning my back while his other hand was underneath my body. My arm outstretched onto Connor’s lower torso.

Connor’s LED shone a brilliant shade of blue as he dozed off into sleep. He looked so elegant while idle. Just tracing my hand along his jaw while he sleeps, memorizing every freckle placed on his skin, looking at just how beautifully they designed him. ‘How did I find someone as perfect as him?’ I thought.

 I almost fell asleep until I realized Connor twitching slightly, his LED switching from yellow to red, then back again. His breathing became more and more staggered, causing me to worry slightly more. He gripped onto the loose clothing on my back as if it was the last thing keeping him from falling to his untimely death. Sweat beaded down his brow to his chin. I rocked him back and forth with my hand, trying to wake him. ‘Connor? Hey, Hey! Baby, please get up!’ I whisper yelled to him, but to no avail. 

Whatever nightmare he had, it wasn’t just a normal one for him. He’s had nightmares, but none seemed this.. detrimental. When my shaking on his whole body worked, he awoke with a sharp gasp and a violent flinch as if he was just hit. Now his LED was a deep crimson which never changed, even to yellow.  I sat up and tried to help him calm down his hyperventilating. He was muttering to himself in between harsh sobs. ‘I didn’t..I’m sorry. I-It was-wasn’t me I...wasn’t- that wasn’t..me.’ I pulled him into my arms and circled my pointer finger onto his back. This seemed to calm his muttering and his bawling. ‘It’s alright, baby. You’re alright, you’re safe.’ He still didn’t loosen his tight grip onto my pajamas. After his sobs calmed down, he began to speak. ‘I-I didn’t mean to..I was for-forced to..I’m ju- I’m so..so sorry..’ His torso began to rack with violent shivers. ‘You don’t have to tell me what happened, sweetheart unless you want to. Just try to calm down, I’m here. You can tell me anything, I’ll be here for you.’ He regained his composure and begun explaining the dream. ‘I..When I was still a machine, I connected to a deviants memory while he killed himself. You were there if I remember correctly. And I felt..like I was dying along with him. I was...so scared. I felt fear for the first time but I just...just- denied it. I felt like if I did, I would be deactivated and shut off. I woul- would just be sent to..to the junkyard where- where all the f-faulty androids went. I..I was there..and I-I...I tried..to convince them not to send me there.. but they just did-didn’t listen to me. I-I don’t wanna die!’ I wanted to do anything in my power to help him move on from who he once was. He couldn’t do anything about it, he was forced to by Amanda. By Cyberlife. He still holds it against himself and it pains me to know how much pain he is in. I want him to be happy, and when he isn’t, I feel like I’m not happy along with him. ‘I understand you still think that it’s your fault, but it isn’t. You would’ve been deactivated and analyzed if you did show signs of deviancy. You felt like you needed to hide your emotions for the sake of the mission. For the sake of yourself. Amanda forced you to do things you weren’t alright with doing, and I’m so sorry, sweetie. I want to be able to kiss away your problems. You’ve brought hundreds of hopeless androids a light at the end of the tunnel, and you think that you’re still a bad person? Many people are very grateful for you, as they should be. You’ve done amazing things, and you deserve to know it. I love you, Connor. If you want to, we could just try to fall back asleep for if you don’t want to, we can find something to do. I’m not very tired, I’ve already taken a nap. I just wanna hold you, make you feel alright.’ His grip finally let go, his muscles unclenching themselves.  ‘I..I love you so much, honey. I’m so sor-sorry if I worried you.. We can go back to bed, I’m sorry for waking you.’ I placed a kiss onto his head and pulled him up closer to my chest. ‘Alright, baby. Goodnight, sleep well.’ ‘Goodnight, (Name). I love you.’ I intertwined our hands together and rubbed his thumb with mine as I whispered, ‘I love you too, baby.’

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[chaoticstarling]

tw: blood

ive had uhm brainrott

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[angst-ideas]

List of DBH Angst/Whump Ideas That Have Been Stuck in my Head

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(Part one : ur here

Part two: TBD)

These will mainly be Connor centric, with Hank being a worried dad! I’m a sucker for found family angst, if you do end up making anything from these ideas please do tag me!!! I’d love to see what you make

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Connor being deactivated by cyberlife after a successful revolution

This could be either with Connor being remotely shut down, or Connor being forcefully taken to cyberlife, leaving Hank (and maybe the dpd and Jericho) racing to find a way to reactivate him

Extra angst points if they have to watch Connor be manually shut down, and they can’t do anything about it

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Connor being hunted by Rk900

Maybe once Connor turns deviant and begins developing a strong bond with Hank, Connor will be forced to go against his upgraded form, of course since Rk900 is basically better than Connor in eve Ty way (due to upgrades) Connor gets pretty damaged

Extra points if nobody else knew of Rk900s existence, and they suddenly have to realize that their beloved Connor was planned to be destroyed sometime in the future, emotions ensue.

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Hank watches Connor be repaired

Hank has always seen (Deviant) Connor as a pretty human boy, what if though Hank ends up having to watch Connor get repaired, and he basically gets to see connors insides (underneath his plastimetal) while Connor is in rest mode/unconscious

Extra points if Hank realizes just how much he doesn’t know about Connor, and maybe he gets a little uncomfortable feeling like he’s seeing something he shouldn’t be.

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Connors skin retracts while injured infront of Hank

I feel like Connor might try his best to come off as human, and looks are a very important aspect of that. What if while injured/damaged Connor falls into some sort of stasis/rest mode/unconsciousness and he becomes too weak to keep his synthetic skin up, leaving him very vulnerable infront of someone he doesn’t want to disappoint.

Extra points if Hank doesn’t recognize Connor at first (maybe Connor is lying in a pile of other damaged androids, or the room Connor is in is very dark)

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Hank watches/reacts to connors first ever mission (the hostage situation) and watches Connor fall off the building while eliminating Daniel

Since Hank is in the dpd I’d like to believe that they have a database of certain cases, an example being all android related cases. Hank was tasked to scroll through old cases to sort, or maybe he was called into Fowlers office, and he finds connors first ever mission, intrigued he chooses to watch it, and basically watches his best friend/son leap off a building and collide with hard cement.

Extra points if Hank discusses it with Connor or Fowler, or if Hank becomes stressed the fuck out

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Connor gets taken and modified by Zlatko

What if Zlatko found out about Connor being a prototype, and tries to lure to deviant into his lair by sending out a false police report, in the end connor gets taken and horrifically modified by Zlatko, and Hank tries his best to retrieve Connor and fix him

Extra points if hank walks in on one of Zlatkos sessions, and sees Connor basically being horribly disfigured

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That is all I can think of for now!! (Just got back from a super long day haha) please like, reblog, and comment (I love reading comments!) if you have any requests for me to do please put it in my ask box or comment! And if you do end up using these ideas for something please tag me! I would love to see what you do and I would totally reblog it! Thank you!!!

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[viridwns]

The white chrysanthemums

This is my part for the @zemjah collab. @lost-tanuki this is for you

WARNINGS: Talking about suicide, delve into depression, talking about the dead, self harm, alcohol abuse

UNDER 15 DNI

They say that when you lose someone it would get better overtime, you will learn to live with it. 

That’s a lie.

Hank knows they only say it to make you feel better, to make the situation more bearable. It’s a sentence to help you get up and about every morning. The shoulder pats, the sympathetic looks, the homemade stews his neighbors would bring him because they know he doesn’t take care of himself. It doesn’t help. He wished they did, he wished he could forget everything when he took a bite from the warm stew, but he doesn’t. That is not how a brain works. No, it makes him remember.

All the happy memories that used to bring him joy torture his whole being every minute he’s awake. Nothing could make him forget Connor. He has tried taking down every picture that rests in his house with him on it. He has tried to remove all so he didn’t need to be reminded of the fact that he would never see that smile again. A smile that helped him get over the grieve he held for his first son.

He doesn’t know why God feels the need to torture his soul again. Why didn’t he take him instead, he deserves it. Connor was a pure and innocent being with not a single evil wire in his mechanic body. He brought light in every room he was, with his wit and snarky remarks or his little understanding about the human species made him so like able, so love able. and God took that from him. 

He swore he would never touch a bottle of alcohol again. He promised Connor he wouldn’t. But he was gone now anyway. So what holds a promise that was made with the dead? Absolutely nothing. 

He likes to think the drinking would salvage him from the pain and it does, for a while. The pain after is unbearable, the nagging guilt that pesters his conscious is enough to get him drink another bottle.

They made him a grave. A pretend grave for a pretend human. Hank only visited it once, he broke down seeing the name of his second son, his second chance of a normal life written on stone. He still hears the priests words echoing in the back of his mind. A parent should never have to bury their child.

But he had to. twice.

He broke down right then and there, cursing the name of the creator that made this world, that created his pain. 

All the alcohol flowing through his system made him numb, not to the pain, but to the memories. It made him feel empty. He wasn’t sad or happy. He wasn’t even sure if he felt something at all. He was just there, there in the room where he held Connor for one last time, where he bellowed his name to the Gods above. This is where he begged to give the android one more chance. But Connor wasn’t human, he didn’t have a soul. Nothing would help him revive, no medic could bring him back. Techs could make him a replica, but that was all it was, a replica. It was an empty shell of what Connor was. The copy may look like Connor, but he’ll never be him. He could never replace him, no matter how many things the android could transfer to his own memory. It will never be able to copy the little characteristics Hank loved so much even though he always said he hated them. 

His hand felt heavy as the cold metal of the gun tickled his hand. He held a gun more times than he could remember, but it was always pointed at someone else. It was only the second time that the barrel was staring at him. He was held at gunpoint a few times, but never like this, never by his own hands. The image of Connor gently grabbing the gun from him as he cried over the loss of his son made him shiver. He was always there to save him, to help him through times he wasn’t sure if living was really worth it anymore. 

A meaningless smile crept up his lips. Connor wasn’t human. There isn’t anything for him after death. But for Hank? For Hank Connor was the closest thing there was to humanity. He believes he’s out there somewhere waiting for him. Because no human had a soul like Connor had, android or not.

With those believes he put the gun to his head, the safety already off. Deep down he was dreaming, hoping that Connor was there to safe him again, but this isn’t a fairytale.

Deams don’t come true in this life, maybe in another one they will.

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I hope you like this, I am very unfamiliar with writing angst. 

White chrysanthemums stand symbol for grieve and or loss, usually given at a funeral, meanwhile red ones represent deep love

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[3zkana]

Seeking out your eyes, and only yours.

Zoro who doesn’t get it, and Sanji who kinda does but is having a hard time accepting it

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[sharksters]

• Bedridden 🌐

Connor x GN!Reader - Angst

(Maybe i’ll make a part 2 if this gets any attention)

Continuation of the Amanda quote idea post

Warnings: Mention of blood, being shot, coma

Connor remembered everything, your red blood staining the snow. How he mixed with yours, purple on his hands as he reached out trying to save you. You’ve been shot by another deviant. This memory soaked into Connor and he was never able to let it go. All he thought about was how he could have saved you, how it could’ve been him. He could come back, but you cannot.

Lying in the hospital bed for weeks you’ve been in a coma. Slowly recovering Connor was with you each day, he made time to stay with you. You two weren’t together, but both of you knew that you wanted one another.

Connor closed his eyes, opening them into the Zen Garden. Meeting Amanda at the center, she knew how he felt and she would do what it took to stop it.

“Connor, I’ve noticed a halt in your investigation. Why are you going against your code?” she pressed the question further, asking how you two knew each other. Connor got a strike of nervousness, Amanda was aware of the malfunctioning he had. “They are my co-worker, nothing more.” He bit his tongue, there was so much more he could ramble about you, how much he cared, and how much he wanted to be with you.

“Oh Connor, How could a human love an android like you, and how could an android like you love?” Amanda stated coldly. “You were designed to work, not fool around. I will have no other choice but to replace you if this continues.”

His eyes flickered back open to the hospital room, a lump in his throat. He stood up and leaned over you, staring at your unconscious body. Until the revolution was over he had no other choice but to obey. He wanted to kiss you, but he knew he would get caught. He walked out of the room, continuing his investigation.

It’s been a while since he has visited.

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[lostquinn]

The way I loved you

Connor (dbh) x gn!reader

Song recommendation: the way I loved you, Taylor Swift

Summary - you and Connor had a relationship previously, however it didn't seem to quite work. You're new partner is perfect, but you can't be happy with him. He's not Connor. So you get up one night, leave your partner and find Connor.

I know Connor is more 'you look beautiful tonight' rather than 'screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain' but like,, look at that gif ;^; I love him.. also don't talk to me about my upload schedule it's awful I'm so sorry!!

Word count - 1341

Rain hit your window hard as you lay in your bed, the room dark as you were trying to sleep. Behind you, your boyfriend slept peacefully.

A pit had been growing in your stomach for months. You felt as your boyfriend tightened his arm around your stomach. The feeling of dread tightened around you.

Your boyfriend was fast asleep, you had been together for a few months. You had wanted to move on from Connor after the two of you broke up and you had tried so hard.

You couldn't love this new man, you just couldn't. He wasn't Connor and never would be. A light flashed on your bedside table, filling the dark bedroom with light briefly.

The bedding felt itchy on your skin, it was your bed and it had never felt so wrong to be in. He wasn't Connor.

A sigh escaped your lips as you slipped out of your boyfriends grasp and out of bed. You gathered some clothes then went to the bathroom to change.

When you returned to the bedroom to get your phone, your boyfriend was sat up in bed. He looked at you with his eyebrows furrowed.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, unable to speak louder without your voice breaking.

"Where are you going?" He asked.

"I- I can't do this anymore," tears welled in your eyes.

"It's okay, I know I'm not him."

Your heart broke. You hadn't loved this man but you had never intended to hurt him. The two of you agreed that he would collect his things and leave.

He swiftly left in his car, the rain only getting heavier as you left you house.

--pov shift--

Hank grumbled at Connor from across the desk. The android had been distracted at work since you had come into his life.

"Connor, just be normal and have a conversation with them." Hank sighed.

"You don't understand, they've moved on lieutenant," his face softened.

"You don't know that,"

"They have a boyfriend."

Lieutenant Anderson let out a grumble that was sort of a mix between 'oh' and 'hmm' before looking back at his paperwork. They were being forced to work overtime after a long period of time where they hadn't filled out any files.

Connor looked to the picture frame he had on his desk. You had given it to him as a gift a long time ago, it had a picture of the two of you on your first date. He had ice cream on his nose and you were leaning pack against him to take to picture, a smile on your face.

He smiled, then brought his hand up to touch the bracelet you had given him that hung over the corner of the frame.

The android couldn't bring himself to discard these memories of you, or his feelings for you. He had cursed himself many times for the way the relationship had gone.

It was perfect to start with, the two of you started off with a healthy and loving relationship. Soon, that died down as Connor threw himself into his work and stopped spending time with you. This came with a constant wave of fighting that ended up in the two of you separating.

Now, all he wanted to do was spend time with you. He thought back to the night he truly lost you. The beat of his thirium pump picking up as he recounted the events.

~~flashback~~

He came into your home one night, hoping to spend time with you. It was late, rain coming down hard on the pavement outside. Connor had walked to your house that night so he was drenched, his fringe stuck to his forehead as he looked for you in the house.

You were sat on your bed, reading something. He had smiled at you, the way you looked filled him with joy. You seemed so happy and cozy.

Then you looked up at him. Your expression went cold as the two of you locked eye contact and your body language changed. He could tell you didn't want him to come closer.

"Is everything okay darling?" He asked, tilting his head slightly.

"It's been two weeks and you haven't even found time to come see me." You frowned up at him.

"I got busy- I'm sorry-"

"Connor, you're allowed a break. You should take a break. You didn't want to. You didn't want to spend time with me."

"I- I'm sorry I've not been the best boyfriend-"

"You don't need to worry about that anymore."

"What do you mean?"

"It's over. You're not a boyfriend anymore."

He noticed that tears welled in your eyes as you spoke, your head however was tilted away from him. It hurt him unlike anything he'd ever experienced.

All Connor had wanted in that moment was for you to look at him and tell him it was okay. He just wanted to be held by you after a long day at work.

~~end~~

Connor was shaken from his daydream by Hank insisting it was time to leave. He had been staying at Hanks for a long time now and saw the older man as somewhat of a father figure.

He tidied his desk, putting things back where they needed to be briefly before putting his jacket back on as he had taken it off while working and slung it over his chair.

The android stood and straightened his tie. Hank watching him, ready to go home, shook his head as Connor tucked both of their chairs into their desks.

Both of the men grumbled at the weather, Hank had parked down the street so they would have to get wet. Connor reached his hand out into the rain, gathering a small pool of water in his palm before stepping out.

Hank pulled his jacket close to him in an attempt to stay somewhat dry. The men walked down the street together, somewhat hurried as the weather struck down at them.

There were rushed footsteps behind them. Suddenly, Connor stumbled forward a few steps as you collided with him, your arms wrapping tightly around his waist as you buried your face in his back.

Hank grumbled as he watched, deciding to keep going down the street and sit in his car while he waited for this to play out.

Connor lifted a hand and placed it over the top of yours, he knew it was you.

"I'm sorry," you sobbed into his jacket.

"I'm sorry too," He responded.

"I still love you,"

"Even after all the fighting and me not spending time with you?"

"After everything, it's still you that I love."

He pulled himself from your grasp, you reached out desperately trying to hold onto him.

Connor turned, cupping your face with his hands as he leant down to kiss you. His hands were warm, tilting your head up slightly to look at him as his lips touched yours.

Your skin felt electrified under his touch. Your heart missed a beat and your eyes opened wide. His left hand moved down to hold your waist, pulling you closer against you.

It was a short while before he pulled away, straightening his posture as he looked down at you.

"I love you too," He muttered.

"Can we begin again?" You asked, your tears were slowing at this point as you looked up at him, gripping his jacket hard.

"Yes," He leant down and kissed your forehead.

Headlights flashed over the two of you as a car honk filled your ears. Hank shouted at Connor out of his car window, something about wanting to go home.

Connor left you with one final kiss before taking his jacket off, draping it over your shoulders and running off to climbing into Hanks car. He left you stood in the rain, your face flushed with a blush as you took in the smell of his jacket.

The two of you smiled at each other as Hank drove away. You pulled his jacket tight around you, smiling to yourself as you head home.

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[honey-beann]

Good for Sharing

Nines x Reader Angst

Note: This fic is based upon the poems mentioned within this ask, and is pretty heavily steeped in angst (though I was sure to end it on a more hopeful note this time). I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 3,133

It was the first of the month, and your fingers pulled deftly at the small segments of the orange, shredding the paper-thin flesh with a practiced ease that Nines couldn't quite comprehend.

Your hands were gentle yet confident, your nails never once piercing the delicate surface of the fruit that you held so loosely between your fingertips and palms.

You smiled up at him softly, your eyes shining with a quiet and peaceful type of joy that remained entirely unknown to the android sitting across from you.

It was mid afternoon, and the two of you sat outside in the warm sunlight at your insistence.

"If we have to do this."

You'd said,

"We should at least have a little fun with it, don't you think?"

Nines did not think.

But he did nod.

And from there, you had guided him outside of the large compound that housed your office and out to the greenery below, where small purple flowers had begun to sprout out of the ground now that the rainy season was over.

Distantly, Nines could hear water dribbling out of a culvert not too far from where the two of you were sitting atop a stone step that stemmed from the pathway, and he was reminded of the garden that lay somewhere in the depths of his mind, and the voice that had taught him everything that he'd known.

That was why he was here.

To unlearn.

Once the revolution had ended, most androids, after having deviated, went on to live normal lives filled with that feeble sense of accomplishment that all biological beings seemed to strive for.

But Nines was unable to do so.

Something gripped him even still, from deep within, pulling him away from whatever emulated humanity his "freed" brethren had achieved.

He had deviated, but he was still so stuck.

There was still a harsh layer of programming that seemed to dictate his very personality and being, and it permeated every sense of self that he was apparently supposed to have.

Sometimes, it confused him, the fact that he could not quite relate to those around him who had been so eager in their expression and so capable of thinking with their "hearts" rather than their minds.

Other times, it just frightened him.

He would never admit it aloud, but one of very few emotions he had felt since his awakening was fear.

Fear for what he was and what was wrong with him, fear over whether or not it was possible for him to change, and above all else, fear of what it may have felt like to feel in that same way that everyone else did.

What was it like to hope and express so simply? To grieve or hurt?

Was it worth moving forward if there was no going back?

In the end, Markus had answered that for him with his new "support resources".

It appeared that for many androids who were in some ways like Nines, built for violence and without that integral ability to connect with others,

Deviancy did not fill in the missing pieces of the puzzle.

So now, he and many other androids all over America saw people like you.

Trained in a skill that he could not comprehend, and meant to be closer to a friend than a therapist, he was supposed to see you on the first and the fourteenth of each month, and somehow, you were supposed to teach him that evasive art of emotion, of humanity.

He was unsure of how anyone could do this, but, out of curiosity more than anything else, had agreed nonetheless.

At worst, he would meet a new face. Being a deviant who was not in touch with his own emotions made for a boring life. The more people he could introduce into it to give him something new to focus on, the better.

So here he was

Sitting outside with a near stranger as you peeled your orange across from him, offering him that kind smile as if you had it in infinite supply and were required to get rid of some stock.

The birds were chirping, and the water was running, and the day was as peaceful as could be.

But Nines never much cared for the silence, so he spoke through it.

"What made you take this job?"

He asked curiously, watching as your hands ceased movement for the briefest of moments, as if your thoughts had required just a twinge more focus for a second or two, before you answered.

"I like making friends."

You said simply, and Nines rose a brow at that, but did not say anything more. He did not truly see the value of friends. Sure, he found people to be entertaining, but there was a tiresome quality to being viewed that he did not enjoy nearly enough for it to be worth building strong relationships.

So instead of commenting, the android simply nodded, as if he understood.

He could see in your eyes though, still alight with amusement, that you knew he did not.

You were silent for a few more moments as you wedged your finger between the two halves of the orange, splitting it in twain before you began removing the silky white film from the dual outsides.

Finally though, after it seemed that the part requiring your attention had passed, you brought your gaze back up to Nines.

"What made you accept this opportunity?"

The android was surprised to hear your question, but in the end decided to be honest. There was no sake in lying, not if he truly wished to learn anything.

"I was curious."

He said simply, and you nodded before inspecting both halves of the fruit in front of you, smiling with what appeared to be satisfaction.

It intrigued Nines to see you so appeased by something as simple as an orange, but before he could ask about it and your obvious contentedness, you reached out and offered him a freshly peeled half.

Nines stared at it for a few moments before his gaze moved back up to yours.

He rose a brow.

"What for?"

He asked, unmoving despite knowing that you wished for him to take it.

"You."

You replied simply, smile never wavering, even as he still didn't move to take the fruit from your hand.

"I can't eat it."

He stated matter of factly, but to that, you just nodded.

"I know. But it's still for you."

At that, Nines grew even more confused than he already was, but, intrigued about where you could be going with this, reached out and took the orange, feeling its soft flesh squish beneath the sturdy pads of his fingertips, his grip too strong, as if he weren't made to hold onto something so easily crushed.

And, to be fair, he wasn't.

Even still, if you were at all upset by the way the orange half was almost instantly disfigured within his palm, you didn't show it, simply choosing to slowly peel a segment of your own orange away from the large section you were holding in your hand before popping it into your waiting mouth.

Nines spoke again.

"Why an orange?"

He asked, watching as you shrugged your shoulders casually, swallowing your bite of the slightly tart fruit before you replied,

"My sister and I always used to split them. They're good for sharing."

Nines rose a brow at that,

"Only for sharing?"

You nodded,

"I think so. At least that's what my sister and I always said. I would peel it because she could never figure out how to on her own, and she would eat half to leave me with just the perfect amount."

Nines nodded, as if in understanding, and perhaps, some small part of him was honest in that.

"But I can't eat it."

He said simply, causing you to smile once more,

"That doesn't matter, you can still smell it can't you? Feel it? Either way, you'd better learn how to enjoy it, because it's yours."

Nines hummed in response to your words, watching as you finished your half of the orange before sighing blissfully and moving to lay yourself down atop the grass.

He stayed on the concrete path, but watched without judgement or disdain for your playful actions.

He didn't understand you, but a part of him liked that. It made you equals.

He left that day with your name locked into his calendar for the fourteenth of the month.

Because maybe there was something to sharing an orange with you.

When he returned later that month, you'd had another orange to share with him, and to his surprise, another for him to peel himself.

"To practice."

You'd said as you presented it to him shortly before you started peeling your own, the afternoon sun warm on your face and back as it shone down from above.

Nines had watched you for a few moments, noting the way that you used your thumb to pierce the firm rind of the fruit just enough to break the seal, but never enough to stab the sweet citrus inside.

He tried to do the same, but instantly, his thumb plunged directly into the center, spraying juice everywhere.

Much to his surprise though, you didn't laugh or correct him, you just shrugged your shoulders and offered him a half of yours, somehow already peeled so cleanly he was almost envious.

"You'll learn."

You'd said.

There hadn't been an ounce of hesitance in your voice.

He believed you.

Months passed, and to each visit, regardless of the season, you always brought two oranges.

And at each visit, he always failed to emulate your delicate hands, crushing fruit after fruit with what he would come to learn was his own rash eagerness to succeed.

He was impatient and irrational, never waiting long enough to hear a single soul out, never caring to make a friend.

Unless of course, they were you.

He learned these things about himself, and with each coming realization, there was always the soothing smell of orange in the air, and thus the knowledge that it was okay for him to be irrational and impatient here.

Here was with you, and where you were, there was not only a space for him, but also an orange for him.

You peeled the oranges, and he made sure you were left with the perfect amount to eat afterward.

You were a team.

Friends.

And then, slowly, more.

And it was with this development, that Nines learned that he did not have hands gentle enough to peel an orange, but he did have hands gentle enough to hold you.

And twice a month, the two of you would sit in his kitchen, each with an orange, and you would peel them.

You were ever an expert, and always had your half to share.

Nines, on the other hand, even after years, had yet to learn, and struggled to follow your example.

Still, you always assured him that his slow, and sometimes seeming lack of progress, was okay.

You would always have enough for the two of you.

And what else mattered?

Well, it turned out, as the years marched onward, a lot.

Because sure, Nines was much better at understanding and expressing his own emotions with your continued support...

But as he watched those around you, he realized that there was so very much more.

None of which he could provide you with.

Cold and stern, he was not made to have a family, and when he told you this, he had seen that perfect light dim slightly behind your eyes.

"That's okay."

You had assured him,

"We can get a cat."

So you did.

You walked into that rescue shelter together, hand in hand, searching for a kitten to take home with you, something to nurture with all of that extra love you had.

But life had other plans, and you left there that day with an elderly orange former tomcat named Clementine.

You called him Clem.

Nines did too.

He was the second thing he ever loved.

The two of you had three wonderful years with that sweet old cat before he passed away peacefully in your arms one night as Nines gently pet his head, watching as he slipped away to some vast unknown that the android knew he would never be able to follow him into.

You cried into his soft fur, leaning against your love's chest as you held Clem close, whimpering over and over about how you couldn't put him down, how you couldn't bare to let him grow cold.

Nines had soothed you to the best of his ability, until finally, you had agreed to help him return sweet Clementine to the earth where he belonged, a beautiful and perfect part of the world.

You planted an orange tree in the soil above where you buried him.

It blossomed far earlier than what ever should have been possible.

You told Nines that they were the sweetest oranges you had ever eaten. He still couldn't peel them.

You assured him you were happy to keep showing him until he learned, no matter how long it took.

But now, there were more daunting issues on the android's mind, ones that far exceeded being unable to peel oranges.

You had grown lonely in the year since Clem had passed, even with Nines by your side,

And it seemed like every party you attended had some new mother, once an old friend, with a child for you to hold so dearly that the sight filled him with a sickening dread.

You yearned for a life he could not give you.

And even worse than that, he yearned for you to have a life that no other could take.

He had mourned the only other creature he had come to love and adore with such fervor as you.

He could not bare to do it a second time.

He had once wondered so innocently what it felt like to grieve.

A large part of him wished then that he had never known.

An even larger part of him wanted to ensure he never felt that way again.

He peeled his last orange with you on the first of the month, a decade to the date since your first meeting.

That evening, with a heart as heavy as lead he bid you farewell, watching as you tried to no avail to persuade him to reconsider, to let you back in again.

But at each slight falter, he saw you crying into soft orange fur, or dancing with a child he could never raise, and he held tight to his resolve.

He tried to get you to keep the home you owned together for yourself.

You told him with tears in your eyes that you loved him too much to take away all that he had worked so hard to earn.

There was a great deal of pain involved with living alone in a home that love had built, he found in the empty months toward the start of your absence.

Still, he could not bring himself to leave.

Your pictures were in the hall, the walls around them sun bleached so heavily that it seemed the shape of the frames would always remain, and how could he so casually abandon one of so few traces of you?

And your beloved cat was in the ground, grave marked by the orange tree that for the very first time ever, neglected to bear fruit that year.

Nines took it as a sign, and did not peel any oranges.

The second year after you'd left, you called him.

"Just checking in." You'd said, voice teary.

It was the anniversary of Clem's death.

Nines understood.

He let you speak, even though your voice hurt to hear.

He'd hoped you would have moved on by now,

But knew far too well why you had not,

So he neglected to comment on how desperately you deserved to love and be loved by someone, anyone else.

He was sure you would find that someday, whether he reminded you of your worthiness or not.

"I miss you."

You told him.

"I know."

He said.

Then, he sighed.

"I miss you too."

There was a strong silence, and, sensing that you had finished saying all that you needed to, he said the words he had been dreading having to speak since hearing your beautiful voice again after having gone so long without it.

"This will probably be the last time I answer."

He said gently, and he heard you sigh and breathe a shaky breath from the other end of the line.

"I know."

You whispered,

"I love you."

Nines felt a tear drip down the left side of his face at these three simple words, but returned them with a deep and painful honesty,

"I love you too."

He hung up shortly thereafter, because he knew you never would.

After that, the orange tree stopped blooming again for another three years.

Until finally, one bright summer day, on the first of the month, Nines exited his home to find a single ripe orange on the tree.

He picked it carefully, almost as if he believed it might turn to dust before his very eyes if he gripped it too firmly.

After this, he sat on the cement steps leading up toward the house, and, with a deep breath, pressed his thumb against the firm rind of the fruit.

It split beneath the pressure, but to his surprise, his finger did not go through.

Carefully, and with so much focus you would have thought him to be diffusing a bomb, Nines pulled away at that leathery peel until only the supple fruit beneath remained.

He stared down at it in what was almost surprise, before he took a deep breath and pressed his thumb against the seam, splitting it in twain just as he'd seen you do a thousand times before.

He stared down at the two halves, vision slightly bleary with unexpected tears until finally, he pulled his phone out of his pocket, and typed your name in.

He didn't know if you still had the same number, if you had him blocked, or if you would even bother to read his message if you saw who it was from.

But he knew he had to tell you, because there was no one else in the world who deserved to know more,

No one else in the world who would've ever believed he could do it.

'I peeled an orange today.'

He typed carefully, taking a deep breath before finally pressing 'send'.

And since oranges were good for sharing, he sat beneath that tree with Clementine,

And did just that.

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AO3

#dbh x reader #c: nines #nines x reader #rk900 x reader #dbh x reader angst #dbh nines x reader angst #dbh angst

[clopinasworld]

"Connor, what are you doing? Obey! That's an order!"

#detroit become human #dbh connor #connor rk800 #dbh #dbh gifs #tw flashing #rk800 #dbh rk800 #i love this ending for connor #it also has a lot of angst potential especially if hank is dead like he was in my run #my gifs #dbh gif #detroit: become human #gif

[homicidal-slvt]

Yandere Ralph with female human S/O runs away with Kara outside

"All I Had"

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Ralph x GN|Y/N

Human|Y/N

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Warnings: Angst, Yandere, Kidnapping, Violence, Generally Disturbing

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You ran as fast as your legs could carry you hand in hand with Kara, she had just saved you... Given you a chance at freedom.

You were free from Ralph... At last you were free.

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"C'mon!!! Eat it!!! Ralph got it for you!!!"

He was swinging around a dead animal and your stomach plummeted, the smell filling the decrepit house was wretched and you just wanted to hurl.

You wanted to hide away and pretend none of this happened, pretend that this crazed deviant hadn't kidnapped you and was holding you captive.

You had shown him kindness when no one else did, you were so gentle towards him... You never realized your caring nature would come back to bite you in the ass.

"I... I can't eat that... Ralph... Please-"

A sudden slam made you flinch and you curled into yourself, tears threatening to spill as Ralph got visibly upset by your refusal. He paused though when he saw your teary eyes.

"No no no... Ralph's sorry. Don't leave. Don't leave Ralph don't ever leave. Ralph loves you."

You were shaking as he wrapped you in his arms forcing you into a tight embrace, you wanted to push him away but you couldn't, you were too afraid of what might happen if you did.

You were lucky he snapped out of it this time, sometimes when his anger is triggered he... Doesn't realize what he's doing till it's too late.

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Ralph was beyond upset. Rage and heartache fueling his soul as he was ready to destroy everything and anything in his path.

You were the one thing that mattered most, he just wanted to keep you to love you. Why would you run away?

He just didn't understand. He couldn't grasp the concept.

He had to find you... Somehow... He just had to. You were the one thing that brought warmth into his life. He needed you.

"You're all I had..."

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