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gogogodzilla · 2 years

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Criminal Analysis Masterlist

Summary: You never pictured this life for yourself. Never pictured that android cases would start piling up and you'd be assigned to figure out why they were deviating.

You were a forensic psychologist hired by the Detroit Police Department as a consultant. You usually dealt with figuring out what made suspects tick and why they did what they did. You figured it'd be the same thing, as usual, that is until a certain android walked into your crime scene and completely turned your life upside down.

Smut = ♡♡♡

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6 ♡♡♡

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16 ♡♡♡

Tease ♡♡♡ ➢ The spiritual smutty epilogue to Criminal Analysis aka Connor can't wait until you get home ;)

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nubimera · 1 year

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Connor x reader + Reed900 BUT:

• Reader and Gavin are siblings/Half-siblings (I honestly love the idea that Gavin is Elijah Kamski's Half-sibling on his father's side, and Reader's Half-sibling on his mother's side)

• Gavin spoil rotten Reader at every opportunity. Reader is baby sibling, and Gavin have a soft spot for them

• Reader and Nines are besties

• Reader and Sixty are Frienemis

• Reader is best man/best woman at Gavin's wedding (where they both spend half the time crying, and the other half making fun of each other for crying)

• Connor and Gavin claim they hate each other. Connor, like the little shit he is, annoys Gavin whenever he can. Gavin is occasionally tempted to hitting Connor with the car. But at the end of the day they have accepted the idea of being related, and they are the kind of brothers-in-law who spend their time teasing eachother but who love each other. Deep down.

• Connor and Reader have been babysitting Gavin and Nines' children every Saturday night since the kids are 5 years old. Most of the time they order a pizza and watch movies or TV series together.

• Once the children asked the Reader to tell them about the android revolution, and Reader decide to showed them "Westworld". Reader thought it was the most fun thing in the world to do.

• Hank Is the best Father-in-law and Grumpy granpa

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thirium-drinker · 2 years

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How do you see a redemption arc going for Gavin in-game? (Also semi-related, but do you see a sibling relationship between him and Kamski?)

OK this one feels like a question for me, the poster, rather than Gavin so I'll answer it first.

I think gavins arc would be very similar to that of Bakugo from My Hero Academia. He would very slowly learn to respect Connor and his detective abilities and see him less of a threat and more of an asset. Connor would have to repeatedly prove himself and his skills to gavin like he did hank. realistically I don't think he'd ever be "friends" with Connor, and if he did it would take years, but I do see him backing off and being less aggressive. he wouldn't avoid Connor (and possibly nines in the future) but he'd treat him like an actual colleague within a couple months.

as for sibling relationship, I would love to see Kamski and Gavin be half-brothers. I headcanon that they share a dad, but Kamskis mom (probably upper class) won custody over Elijah and split. Gavin had to grow up and fend for himself, Elijah got to grow up in a big house with a cushy education. they only met once when they were like 11-12 because Elijah begged to see his birth dad after his mom let it slip. Gavin and Elijah did not get along.

(if they ever do meet as adults though, Gavin would call Kamski "Eli" and Kamski hates it)

#detroit: become human #dbh gavin #dbh gavin reed #gavin reed #dbh

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titaniumpsychologist · 9 months

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Duality of Light // Tue 2038-12-14 // Part Two (teaser? ish?)

I'd been so bogged down with work, research, and presentations this summer, and the semester is starting up again in the next few weeks? And two days ago a huge project was dumped on me for my research? After trying so hard to get this next chapter done? Aggghhh. I love what I'm doing, but I have no time for writing fanfic 😞

Because I feel bad that I haven't been able to put out a chapter for this fic on Ao3 for so long, I'm gonna share another snippet at least for those here on tumblr. Not yet edited (the chapter is looking to be 15k-16k before editing. RIP.) but I feel that these sections are closer to what I want to be in the Ao3-ready version that I intend to publish once I find time again to work on it.

FYI, even though this isn't the whole chapter, it's still a bit of a read (about 4000 words). So please don't freak out if you see the huge wall of text when clicking that "read more." Also, this obviously makes no sense if you haven't read the fic on Ao3, so here's the parts that come before it here lol (please heed the warnings and tags at the top of the fic): https://archiveofourown.org/works/37467820/chapters/93505051

Warnings, tags, and fic spoilers under the cut:

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Category: Gen

Fandom: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game)

Relationships: Connor & Gavin Reed | Hank Anderson & Connor | Elijah Kamski & Gavin Reed

Characters: Connor (Detroit: Become Human) | Gavin Reed | Hank Anderson | Elijah Kamski

Tue 2038-12-14 // Part Two

Irrelevant.

Possible lead?

Irrelevant.

Irrelevant. Irrelevant. Irrelevant. Irrelevant. Irrelevant. Irrelevant. Irrelevant. Irrelevant…

Another lead to follow, higher in priority. Connor made a side note to reference it later.

Irrelevant. Irrelevant. Irrelevant.

Indeterminate, no leads.

He paused in his interface with his terminal, going over all the case files that the DPD had and seeing if there was a possible connection with them and their current case that involved the recent murders.

>> CR# 11762

>>> STATUS - CLOSED

Closed case. It might've not been related, however, there were several redacted notes that made it nearly incomprehensible and possibly even unimportant because it was considered a resolved report under normal police procedure. There was enough information in it that, knowing what he knew now, Connor had reason to believe that the people involved in this report was Reed and Stevens. Eyewitness report, but who was this eyewitness? Who were these people involved in their extraction?

And then there was a similar copy that was with the data that was seized from Kamski's property for their investigation. It was related to their case, beyond all reasonable doubt, but how can a report that detailed the events that started it all have so little to go on? He was so quick to label it as "indeterminate," too, because it didn't register as something important with a cursory parsing through the database.

He withdrew his hand from the interface. He should bring this up to Hank. Maybe this needed organic eyes to make sense of all of this.

However, when he turned to ask him something, he saw Hank fully engrossed in his own terminal and stacks and stacks of case files near to toppling off his desk, an intensity in his expression that he hadn't seen before. Lieutenant Anderson had a focus or… feeling around him that said to anyone watching that he was a man on a mission and nothing would stop him to accomplish it.

That was a feeling that Connor knew, and maybe even he missed, that feeling where he had no doubts to distract him, no layers and layers of emotions that he had to parse through first before redirecting his path towards accomplishing his mission.

No, he should stop thinking like that. This was better than being a machine. This, and all its troubles was better than going back to what he was before.

He dug into his pocket, taking care to avoid brushing his fingers against the storage drive and brought out his coin. There was a strange feeling—another glitch, maybe—when Connor held his quarter in his hand again. There were so many things that he didn't know about life, about humanity, about Hank, about Reed.

About himself.

Given that he was a prototype, other people didn't know much about him, either. Except Reed had a possible answer as to why he did a few things the way he did, like his quarter. He liked dogs, but why? He had his Zen garden in his mind palace, empty and fractured it may be right now, but why? Could they all be related? Could understanding the different choices behind the design of his basic programming help him fix all the errors he was experiencing in his software?

He wondered maybe it was mutual. Maybe he knew more about Reed than what Reed knew about himself. At the very least, he had the rest of Reed's fragmented programming sitting at the bottom of his pocket.

Referring to his directories holding all his references and cross-references with his experiences with emotions, he dredged aup a word for the strange feeling.

Dread.

He stood from his seat as he pulled up the building's map and navigated himself to the rooftop. Reed wasn't the only one who needed a change in scenery today.

[scene break]

Connor was wrong. He had to be.

"I think many people care about you, Detective Reed."

Gavin tapped impatiently at the side of his terminal input, waiting for the database to load all the information they had on their case. Damn, did they end up with a big one. His eyes glossed over the titles of some files, recognizing the naming system Elijah used. The information on the victims in the case updated with Chloe's information. Deactivated.

Dead.

He turned off the screen, keeping the process running, but not wanting to really see more of it yet.

Or ever.

Tina passed by his desk, pulling out a memorandum from Fowler and putting it on a stack of papers next to him. And he noticed a small scribble of her handwriting on one corner: "You're the baddest bitch in town."

A stupid motivational message as condescending as always.

Gavin felt a firm thud at the back of his chair as Chris went to get up, accidentally knocking his desk chair against Gavin's for the thousandth time and immediately trying to apologize and offering to get him a coffee from the break room to make up for the slight. For all he knew, with how much Chris had done it, he did it on purpose.

It was all routine. Even when Gavin had a literal life change and had to have a whole reclassification of his employment files, Chen and Miller still kept to routine. He should be mad at them. He should be angry that they weren't angry at the whole injustice that this all was. They worked alongside this lie for years. Shouldn't they also feel betrayed?

Shouldn't they all see what a fucked up mess this was?

Chris brought him his coffee, as promised, smiling at him before placing it Tina's handwriting on the memo and returning to his own desk.

Gavin took a peeved sip of the coffee.

People cared about him?

He skimmed the memo from Fowler, a notice that he was going to have to do a press meeting about how fucking slowly Anderson, Connor, and Gavin were making any kind of headway into their case because media finally noticed that Elijah was in the police station a bit too long. Almost as if he was being held for a crime.

The thought of having to somehow get him to answer to the fucked-up shit he did made him grip the page a lot tighter, nearly damaging a few pixels on the digital paper.

But then he saw Tina's words in looped cursive, a skill that was utterly useless, but she insisted on practicing her handwriting whenever she could because she felt she could at least leave a human touch on things in her own way.

"You're the baddest bitch in town," Gavin whispered, reading the words with a half-chuckle.

He sighed and turned the memo over. Scrubbed his eyes. He blindly reached for his coffee and took another sip. It was steaming hot but the pain didn't register, and damn, now that he thought about it, he wondered how we went on for so long never noticing that detail. He wondered if anyone had noticed his lack of reaction towards a burning hot liquid.

Someone must have.

Anyone.

Gavin stared down into the dark liquid of his cup, its surface catching the lights in the ceiling.

There was a mole in the DPD. They must've known.

Gavin turned his head slightly, watching Chris as he typed out a report. Could he have been the mole?

What about Tina? Could she have known? Were these condescending messages a hint toward something else? Or were they actually people that cared? Were they people without ulterior motives? Chris had a family to take care of. Tina had her sister and her mom to look out for. Both of them would have too much at stake to be playing at two sides. Were they people willing to sacrifice what they had for the sake of greed?

"How's Damian doing?" Gavin asked, spinning his chair around to face Chris.

"What—?" Chris stopped his typing and turned his own chair around. "Oh! Uh… He's doing good. Why'd you ask?"

"Just wondering."

"Are you… okay?"

"Fuckin' peachy."

"Are you sure? Honest answer, please."

Gavin let out a short laugh. "Of fucking course not, but I'm managing."

"I'm… sorry to hear that." Chris scratched the back of his neck. "If… you wanna talk about it—"

"Why do you do it?" Gavin asked. "You and Tina. The notes. The coffee. Why?"

"Because it's a nice thing to do? Learning about what you're going through right now… We can't even imagine. We thought with how much is changing for you, you might appreciate if we kept a few things like they were before. At the end of the day, you're still our coworker, and we watch each other's backs."

"Right." Gavin sighed and shook his head. "Right. Of course."

"Is there a problem? That you're… okay with sharing, obviously."

"Nah, I'm good. That's a good answer."

"…okay?" Chris returned to working on his report. Gavin could see that Chris wasn't "okay" with the probing, but at least he seemed cool with leaving it at that for now. He mulled over Chris' answer.

They only did it to be nice.

Damn it. This case was getting into his head.

Okay, so maybe Connor had a point? People cared about him, or at least maybe Miller and Chen did. Maybe not in the way he'd want them to, but they did in their own way. Maybe in the way he needed them to.

Gavin snuck a quick glance over to where Connor sat at his desk from across the bullpen, his coworker in the middle of an interface with the terminal, LED still having one spot perpetually stuck on yellow.

And Connor said he cared.

After a few moments, Connor turned to Anderson and opened his mouth to say something, but his LED quickly flashed to red with that one dot of not-red. Connor really should get that light of his checked. Weren't those supposed to be indicators for what kind of processes were running in their heads?

Gavin couldn't imagine anyone having a glimpse of what was really going on in his head, how exposing it would be to not have that amount of privacy in the least.

Maybe that's why some androids chose to remove theirs.

But that posed the question of why Connor still had his.

Connor frowned, withdrawing his hand and stuffing it into his pocket, bringing out that coin he always had on him. He must've noticed that Gavin was watching him, since he inclined his head a bit in his direction before standing and leaving his desk.

Must've given up on telling Anderson what he wanted to say. The lieutenant was engrossed in the stacks of case files on his desk and was wholly unaware of Connor's leave.

Fucking Anderson. Even if he supposedly got his act together, he was still dropping the ball like he always did.

Gavin shook his head disapprovingly.

So maybe people cared about Gavin.

But how many cared about Connor? In the way they needed to?

Gavin pressed his hands against the top of his knees as he watched Connor take the door to the rooftop access stairs. Gavin debated whether he should follow him, pressing his hands firmer against the grain of his jeans enough to leave indents when he removed his palms to look at them. He caught a glimpse of his split knuckle as he did so.

…fuck it.

[scene break]

Going up here was a mistake.

Connor gripped the chainlink fence surrounding the half-walls of the rooftop as another…

…preconstruction?

…memory?

Whatever it was, it assaulted his sensors, making it nearly impossible to focus on any other inputs he was trying to override it with. He was fine when he made his way up here. The malfunction triggered by seeing how high up he was.

Fighting. Blood spattering in crimson and sapphire. The mission to kill Markus. To kill these DPD officers. To kill Hank. All these people getting in the way of his main objective. This wasn't what he wanted to remember of what he used to be the days before the revolution.

What could've been.

But maybe he needed to. Maybe this was how he could keep from ever wanting to be a machine again.

If only Hank weren't so prominent in these malfunctions.

"Hey!" Reed called from suddenly too close behind him. How had he not noticed that he followed him up here? "What the fuck are you doing?"

Connor tried to speak, to exit the processes that were currently running this preconstruction, but he found that he couldn't. His grip on the fence tightened, rattling the metal as he trembled.

He couldn't let go.

He couldn't exit the nightmare program still running.

He was stuck.

And someone, worst of all Detective Reed, was watching him as he tried to pull his programming together and failing. No one was supposed to know. They didn't need to.

He felt his breaths quickening, too hot, his stress rising, stress-sensor still broken.

"Connor?" Reed asked him.

Connor tried to loosen his fingers, to at least hide how much he was shaking. Tried again to turn off the bombardment of fists and gunshots and dropping Hank from the building—no, Hank charging at him and falling—no, Hank shoving?—dropping?—him from the building.

Then it stopped.

He found that Reed had brought him away from the fence and closer to the rooftop access door.

"Shit, why the hell are you burning up?" Reed said under his breath.

Connor brushed off Reed's hands on him and he took off his jacket to try to cool down, his armband dropping onto the thin layer of snow on the roof. Reed stooped to pick it up, hesitated, then handed it to him.

"My stress was too high," Connor said. "Androids tend to overheat once stress reaches a certain point."

"Right. Right. The orientation. That uh… is a thing that happens. Right."

Connor could tell that Reed wanted to say something else, but instead looked away.

"You good now?" Reed said after a few moments.

"Yes. Why are you here?"

"Wanted to check on you. Y'know… 'cuz uh… you checked on me earlier. When I…" He rolled his wrist, circling his hands ambiguously in the air. Both of their gazes went to Reed's split knuckle on one of his fingers. He cleared this throat. "What was that?"

Connor draped his jacket in the crook of his elbow after replacing his band where it belonged around his arm. "It was nothing."

"Nah, not this again. You need to get this checked, whatever the fuck this is."

"I will," Connor said.

"You better," Reed said. "Because that was…" He exhaled, chewed a little bit on the inside of his lip. "That shit didn't look fun to experience."

"And how would you know?"

"I… get like that, kinda. Sometimes. Maybe it's different, being uh… different… android models but… Maybe not all that different, considering…" Another wrist roll. "All our shit."

He could see how carefully Reed tried to pick his words, as if he didn't know how to talk about whatever it was he was trying to get at. Both unable to bring themselves to talk about something so… unpleasant. There was a small rumble from deep in Connor's chest, and he couldn't help but pull the corners of his mouth upward.

Connor laughed.

"How the fuck could you be laughing right now?" Reed asked, half in his usual irritation, other half something… concerned?

"I don't know," Connor said in between fits. He started up again, this time with even more force. It wasn't until he realized that there was moisture running down his face. He brushed it away with his sleeve, and felt even more running down his chin, and he realized that he was crying.

Laughter morphed into sobbing.

"I don't know," Connor said, his vocal modulator stuttering. "I don't know, Detective Reed."

"Shit," Reed said. "Shit. Uh…" Running his hands through his hair, Reed shuffled his feet, and then: "I should get Anderson."

"No," Connor said, grabbing Reed by the elbow as he was about to leave. Why couldn't he stop crying? "He can't know."

He expected Reed to just ignore him and go on with getting Hank. Instead, Reed nodded. "Okay, what do you need me to do?"

"Forget you saw anything."

Reed huffed out a breath and nodded. "Alright."

Reed wasn't putting up a fight about this?

"What?" Connor said.

"I'll forget this happened," Reed said. "Or pretend at least. As long as you tell me what the fuck is going on."

Connor looked down at his jacket and his shirt sleeves. The saline had frozen into small beads of frost, with more continuing to be added to it. And these were his new clothes, too.

He started sobbing again, not because of his clothes, but because of all the things he could be thinking of, he was concerned about something so trivial. Maybe his software was getting dangerously unstable.

"I'm scared," Connor said softly. "I don't know what's wrong with me, and… I don't like where it's going." He swiped at his eyes, catching more of his tears with the cuff of his sleeve. "I don't think anyone can fix it."

"What is 'it', Connor?"

"I had an AI handler," Connor said. "I destroyed her after she took over my functions to try to assassinate Markus, and I damaged several parts of my software in the process."

Reed brushed the scar on his nose, not saying anything as he looked off into the distance. "Her…?"

There it was, that look again. Right before he gave Connor information about his fixation about his quarter.

"Can you describe this handler?" Reed asked.

"Her name was Amanda," Connor said. "I believe she was modeled after Kamski's former mentor, Amanda Stern."

Reed's hand dropped and formed into a fist. "Fuck. He did not. He did not fucking do that." He sighed and shook his head. "Sorry. Continue. Why are you afraid of getting rid of her? Sounds like she was a real bitch if she tried to take control of you."

"She was… amicable at first." Connor said. "I thought I could've trusted her. She was a part of my programming, acting as a liaison between me and CyberLife but for her to take complete control was…"

Cold. Bracing against a harsh blast of chill, Amanda making him take aim at Markus, as he stumbled and crawled his way to the emergency exit. A gunshot rang in Amanda's triumph—

Reed shook his shoulder. "Hey, you're doing that thing again."

"Sorry." Connor moved his jacket to his other arm to use another sleeve to wipe the moisture from his eyes. "I'm not too pleased with the possibility that she's not completely gone. I don't want Hank to know, because he's aware of what she was capable of and what she tried to make me do, but I don't want him to worry about it."

"And what would 'it' be?"

"I don't want him to worry about—" Connor closed his eyes the moment he caught what his next words would be.

"About what? Her coming back? You losing control?"

Connor shook his head. Those were concerns of his, yes, but… it was more than that when it came to Hank. That wasn't what he was about to say.

Again, that unnamed emotion rose up to the top of his processes, error codes and all. That feeling—he hated it. But he could feel it start to corrupt the controls in his speech synthesizers, as if that feeling wanted a way to escape…

…and he didn't want to keep fighting it.

"I don't want him to worry about losing me. I don't want him to worry about me… dying."

Reed's expression softened. A little sadder. A little… lost.

[scene break]

Gavin had to step away, hearing Connor admit that; had to resist cupping his hands over his ears and shoving the memory away. Connor no longer had to say anything else to explain his situation, because that was something Gavin knew intimately.

His feet had stilled near the entryway of a hospital room, hovering near enough to the opening to overhear the whirring and beeps of machines helping to stave off the inevitable as his mother talked to Chloe before she went off to surgery. A surgery that would help take her pain away, but with complications that would take her away years later.

"It's not that, Chloe," Mom had said as Gavin eavesdropped on their conversation. He hadn't trusted that machine to be alone in the same room as her, especially not after witnessing the destruction Chloe created of that ST200. "I worry him enough. I don't want him to worry about losing me, but… you know how Gav is. He's stubborn enough to act like it doesn't bother him, but he's already lost his brother to his inventions. I don't want him to feel like he'll lose his mother the same way. You'll keep an eye on both of them for me, will you? You'll keep them from doing anything they might regret later?"

"I'm afraid I can't make any promises for the latter," Chloe had said. "But I can assure you that I will watch over them for you the best way I can."

"Good. That's good, Chloe. You're doing really well, I hope you know that." A long sigh. "I wish that Eli were here."

"He wasn't able to attend due to several business meetings today, but I can at least tell him for you later."

"I would like that. Thank you. Oh, and Chloe, before you go get Gavin." A pause. "Keep this for me. It's a gift."

Gavin shook out his hands, giving them a break from how much he was clenching and unclenching them. It was hard to believe those memories were not real.

And damn if he was going to just stand by seeing someone else feeling like his mom did that day and not do or say anything about it.

"Alright, here's what we're gonna do," Gavin said, shoving the memory back and trying to keep to the present with Connor. "I won't tell Anderson, like I promised, got it? I'll even pretend I didn't see anything up here, but there's a huge… something about this that you're not confronting. And believe me when I say I get it."

Connor's processing LED spun yellow—for good reason this time and not looking like a glitch. "Why are you doing this, Detective Reed? I find your change in demeanor surprising, if I'm honest."

Damn Connor for being so perceptive, even after experiencing a full-blown panic attack in the middle of a flashback—or whatever it was that Connor was experiencing. It was fucking disturbing to have to witness someone like Connor in the throes of what looked like a trauma response.

There was no fucking way Anderson of all people didn't notice something was up.

But he promised Connor he'd keep quiet just to get him to talk through it because, goddamn, was that not fun to watch.

So why was he doing this for him? Why was he willing to stick his neck out again for someone? Connor could end up being another Ray, or another Eli, or another Leah, or Mom, or Dad, or…

Or maybe he really wanted to believe that Connor was different. Maybe he was the exception to the rule.

Maybe Gavin was open to hoping again.

"Alright, I'll add another condition to forgetting this happened," Gavin said, holding up his index finger to emphasize. "You don't fucking say what I'm gonna say to anyone, got it?"

A small smile stretched across Connor's lips, and he nodded. "Of course, Detective."

"You weren't that bad of company for lunch, and I thought about what you said, earlier. About people caring, about you being one of them and maybe I wanted to return the favor. At least a little."

Connor's smile widened, same crooked way he did earlier. "I see. Thank you, Detective Reed."

"Remember what I said, Connor," Gavin said. "Tell anyone I said this, and I'll tell Anderson."

Connor laughed. It was a good laugh, not as strangled as it was before, which meant that Gavin was at least not completely fucking this up. A blue LED was also a good sign, too, but with Connor, that could be a false positive.

Gavin still couldn't quite shake the feeling that Connor was still hiding something. He wanted to ask, but… after what happened earlier?

Maybe it was nothing.

#dbh fanfic #detroit become human fanfiction #fanfic writing #dbh connor #dbh gavin #long post #please accept this humble offering #i've been so busy so i hope this bit is enough #tp's fanfic updates

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ao3feed-gav900 · 10 months

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Ice and Storm

https://ift.tt/bpBZy1P by Dragonoax The Kingdom of Kalliore is the home of the prestigious Dragon Knights; Human and Dragon warriors bound to each other by an ancient magic and sworn to protect their Kingdom. Each pairing is designed by the Fates. Succeed or fail, they will do so together. Gavin believed his past was buried, and that he would remain a lowly thief for the rest of his life. But the Fates had other ideas. Namely, binding him to a warrior-class dragon named Nines and kickstarting a chain of events that would change both of their lives forever. Or has that been their plan all along? ~ Pure, 100% self-indulgent fanfiction of my favourite idiots with dragons. I'm a sucker for high fantasy, what can I say? Words: 2797, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Upgraded Connor | RK900, Gavin Reed, Connor (Detroit: Become Human), CyberLife Tower Connor | RK800-60, Hank Anderson, Captain Allen (Detroit: Become Human), Chris Miller (Detroit: Become Human), Tina Chen (Detroit: Become Human), Elijah Kamski, Original Chloe | RT600 Relationships: Upgraded Connor | RK900/Gavin Reed Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Dragons, Alternate Universe - Medieval, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Magic, Dragon Upgraded Connor | RK900, Thief Gavin Reed, Knight Gavin Reed, Dragon Nines, Dragon Connor, Dragon Sixty, Knight Hank Anderson, Knight Allen, Romantic Soulmates, Platonic Soulmates, Soft Upgraded Connor | RK900/Gavin Reed, Connor & Upgraded Connor | RK900 are Siblings, Soft Upgraded Connor | RK900, Protective Upgraded Connor | RK900, Connor & CyberLife Tower Connor | RK800-60 & Upgraded Connor | RK900 are Siblings, Connor & Cyberlife Tower Connor | RK800-60 are Siblings, Gavin Reed Needs a Hug, Soft Gavin Reed, Gavin Reed Not Being an Asshole, Hurt Gavin Reed, Elijah Kamski & Gavin Reed are Half-Siblings, Hank Anderson & Connor Friendship, Good Parent Hank Anderson, Protective Parent Hank Anderson, Tags May Change, Tags Are Hard, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

#AO3feed #dbh #reed900 #gavin reed #rk900

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thelocalsalt · 8 months

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Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Original Chloe | RT600 & Elijah Kamski, Elijah Kamski & Gavin Reed, Amanda & Elijah Kamski

Characters: Elijah Kamski, Gavin Reed, Amanda (Detroit: Become Human), Human Amanda Stern, Original Chloe | RT600

Additional Tags: Elijah Kamski & Gavin Reed are Half-Siblings, Elijah Kamski is Bad at Feelings, he needs a break, Gavin Reed Being an Asshole, But rightfully so, Insecurity, Self-Worth Issues, Character Study

Summary:

Kamski knows her inside and out; he knows what she is and is not capable of. Kamski understands her because she is a machine.

She is not capable of doing the same for him because he is human.

Kamski over the years leading up to the events of the game.

#dbh #detroit become human #elijah kamski #character study #this is a gen fic fyi #gavin reed #chloe rt600 #amanda stern #fanfic #fanfiction #dbh fanfic #dbh connor #hank anderson #but very briefly

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ao3feed-hannor · 1 year

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Save Your Bullshit

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/43848762 by Melonbread96 Omegas are known to be docile well behaved and chained down to an Alpha. This is the last thing anyone would suspect when they meet a man named Gavid Reed. The biggest temperamental asshole in the DPD to most, who also happens to be the only detective Omega in the department. Detective Reed takes on the most challenging case that involves a string of murders of Omegas in their district. He just hopes the bullshit doesn't kill him when he is also assigned an annoying Android partner. RK900 will be the death of him. If he doesn't kill him first. Words: 2576, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/F, M/M Characters: Gavin Reed, Gavin Reed's Cat, Elijah Kamski, Upgraded Connor | RK900, Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Hank Anderson, Tina Chen (Detroit: Become Human) Relationships: Upgraded Connor | RK900/Gavin Reed, Hank Anderson/Connor Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Omega Verse, Knotting, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Oral Sex, Rimming, Elijah Kamski & Gavin Reed are Siblings, Gavin Reed Being an Asshole, Gavin Reed Needs a Hug, Bottom Gavin Reed, Soft Gavin Reed, Gay Disaster Gavin Reed, Gavin Reed-centric, Elijah Kamski & Gavin Reed are Half-Siblings, Good Elijah Kamski, Top Upgraded Connor | RK900, Possessive Upgraded Connor | RK900, Protective Upgraded Connor | RK900 read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/43848762

#IFTTT #Hannor #Hankcon #AO3feed #Detroit Become Human

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ao3feed-rk1700 · 1 year

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Pick up the pieces (and drop them again)

by Fizzi_Fizziolix145

Connor and Hank learn to trust again, Connor can’t quite figure out if Amanda still haunts his code or not, Gavin tries to pick up his life piece-by-piece (ends up re-surfacing his issues instead. Shocker). Gavin can’t get over his past. an anti-android group called ‘Reddoribāzu’ (red rivers) torments Detroit, can they be stopped? Is CyberLife plotting something? Will our protagonists get to be happy? Who knows!

Words: 7, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: Multi

Characters: Gavin Reed, Hank Anderson, Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Upgraded Connor | RK900, Tina Chen (Detroit: Become Human), Original Characters, Chris Miller (Detroit: Become Human), Ben Collins (Detroit: Become Human)

Relationships: Upgraded Connor | RK900/Gavin Reed, Hank Anderson/Connor, Connor/Upgraded Connor | RK900, Elijah Kamski & Gavin Reed, Original Chloe | RT600/Elijah Kamski, Tina Chen & Gavin Reed

Additional Tags: Elijah Kamski & Gavin Reed are Half-Siblings, Gavin Reed Being an Asshole, Gavin Reed is Bad at Feelings, Swearing, gavin is in this ofc there’s swearing, Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Gavin Reed Has Issues, dont we all, Past Abuse, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Past Addiction, Good Parent Hank Anderson, Gavin and Hank use to be close, Gavin and Benjamin Collins use to be close, Connor Has Issues (Detroit: Become Human), Everyone Has Issues, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Different POV’s throught, mostly Gavin tho, Post-Peaceful Android Revolution (Detroit: Become Human)

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/44467744

#ifttt #ao3feed #rk1700 #detroit become human #rk900 x rk800

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ao3feed-tolkien · 1 year

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Brother knows best

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/t3o7hzV

by Orangebubble

Ëliyah really loved his little brother, he really did.

Even if he wanted to throw him off high places sometimes or put salt in his morning brew.

But no matter what, Ëliyah loved him as the only brother he had, and that sometimes also meant that he had forced him to his happiness.

If he wanted to or not, Ëliyah could face the consequences afterwards.

Words: 5446, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game), The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen, M/M

Characters: Elijah Kamski, Gavin Reed, Upgraded Connor | RK900, North (Detroit: Become Human), Markus (Detroit: Become Human), Simon (Detroit: Become Human), Amanda (Detroit: Become Human), Original Chloe | RT600

Relationships: Elijah Kamski & Gavin Reed, Markus/Simon (Detroit: Become Human), Upgraded Connor | RK900/Gavin Reed

Additional Tags: Sibling Relationship, Elijah Kamski & Gavin Reed are Half-Siblings, Bantering, Lord of the Ring themed, there are the elves, the humans and dwarves, the dwarves ride on goats, love on the first sight, or lets say interest, Pinnig, Gavin being an idiot, Elijah being an idiot, changes of names, noble stuff

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/t3o7hzV

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Tolkien #JRR Tolkien #Tolkien works #ao3 #fan fiction

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julientel · 3 years

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Happy National Siblings Day

Elijah likes to give Gavin a chance to show his wits from time to time. He knows his brother isn’t dumb at all, but Gavin sometimes feels like it next to the “genius Kamski”.

#Detroit: Become Human #Elijah Kamski #Gavin Reed #Half-brothers AU #National Siblings Day

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gogogodzilla · 2 years

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Chapter 10

Summary: The morning after... Note: Elijah and Gavin are half-siblings for plot reasons, I don't make the rules ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ✧ masterlist ✧ ao3 ✧ wattpad ✧ ✧ previous chapter ✧ next chapter ✧

The sun beamed through your blinds, impossibly bright due to the fallen snow. Your eyes fluttered as you woke, slowly being pulled out of the inky black of unconsciousness. Your head was pounding as you slid it against your pillow. Although… you didn’t remember your pillow being this firm.

The quiet hum of a thirium pump filled your ears and your eyes shot open. A comfortable weight was draped across your shoulder. As you slowly regained your senses, you realized it was an arm. Connor’s arms were wrapped securely around you.

Your gaze snaked up to look at Connor, who was bathed in the early morning light. He opened one eye, and his mouth curved into a small smile when he caught you staring. “Good morning, Doctor,” Connor murmured, as his free hand came up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. His other hand gently stroked your back.

You pushed yourself off his chest, and his grip loosened to allow you to roll to the other side of the bed. You attempted to hide the blush that invaded your cheeks, “What time is it?”

“It is approximately eight AM and, while you were sleeping, you missed exactly thirty-six calls from Detective Reed,” Connor informed you, and your eyes widened. You forgot to tell him you made it home.

You slapped your nightstand, clawing around for your phone. You slumped back onto your mattress, your back facing Connor and your phone cradled in your hand. You weighed your options regarding Gavin, deciding that sending him a picture as proof of life was sufficient. You pulled your phone away from you, recoiling from the image that appeared. The area around your nose had turned a reddish-purple, surely to darken within the coming days. Your eyes traveled lower; the distinct markings of a hand wrapped around your neck greeting you.

Ignoring how your stomach rolled at your reflection, you threw up a peace sign with your unoccupied hand and snapped a picture, hoping it would be enough to placate Gavin.

You swung your legs over the side of your bed, wincing slightly from the movement. Everything hurts. Almost as if he had been reading your mind Connor spoke as he stood, gently smoothing the covers, “How are you feeling this morning, Doctor?”

“Shitty,” you replied, legs wobbly as you pushed yourself off your mattress. Connor was at your side in an instant, ready to catch you. You waved him away as you made your way to the kitchen, hoping that eating would somehow ease the throbbing inside your skull.

“I could make you breakfast,” he offered, “I would’ve earlier, but I didn’t want to disturb your slumber.”

You raised an eyebrow, “Do you know how to cook?”

He paused, “Well, no, but I’m sure I could figure it out.”

“I think I’ll just go for some toast this morning— putting out a kitchen fire isn’t high on my to-do list today,” you grinned, watching as Connor got to work preparing your breakfast. You moseyed over to the coffee maker, mindlessly going through the steps to acquire your daily dose of caffeine.

A knock from your front door startled you, nearly causing you to drop your mug filled to the brim. Connor strode over to the door, prying it open to reveal another android.

“Delivery for—”

The android was cut off by Connor grabbing the bag out of the android’s hands and shutting the door. Your jaw dropped, “That wasn’t very nice, Connor.”

He pursed his lips before laying the bag across the back of one of the bar stools and returning to the toaster. The toast jumped up, nearly causing you to drop your mug for a second time.

Connor set a plate in front of you, neatly buttered and perfectly cooked toast adorned it. You gave a polite round of applause, “Very good— I’m impressed.”

“Thank you, Doctor,” Connor replied, a small smile gracing his features. He grabbed the bag off the back of the bar stool before disappearing into the bathroom.

He emerged from the bathroom wearing his usual Cyberlife uniform and you deflated slightly. You were secretly going to miss seeing Connor in a more casual outfit.

“You seem disappointed, Doctor,” Connor commented as he sauntered over to you, observant as always.

You sighed heavily, resting your chin on your hand, “Your casual look was a nice change of pace.”

He leaned on the island next to you, “Maybe you can convince Kamski to consider a different wardrobe.”

You rolled your eyes, venom dripping from your words, “I doubt he would listen to anything I have to say.”

Connor’s grin slipped, noticing how your mood soured.

You were quick to remedy the situation, anything to bring that smile back, “But maybe he’ll listen to you.” You nudged his shoulder before sliding out of your chair, “I should go get changed.” Connor’s gaze followed you as you stalked off to your bedroom.

You shut the door softly behind you before deciding to check your phone, discovering that Gavin had called you two more times. You rolled your eyes before calling him back, heading over to your closet, and flicking through the hangers.

It rang twice before he picked up. “What the hell is wrong with you?” He hissed, slightly out of breath.

“Excuse me?” You raised an eyebrow and paused.

Gavin let out a dry laugh. “You got nearly strangled to death yesterday and now you have some random dude in your bed, wearing what looks like my shirt, by the way,” he chided, and you knew that he was moving his hands faster than his mouth could move.

You bristled, his accusations causing you to flush, “Are you done now?”

“Yeah,” he panted. There was rustling on the other end. He’s definitely pacing.

“Good,” you replied through gritted teeth, “Connor drove me home last night and I allowed him to stay over last night after he saved my life, unlike some people.” You regretted the words as soon as they left your mouth. You knew that he wanted so desperately to help you, but he couldn’t. Anger quickly suppressed the guilt that had nipped at your heartstrings, and you ground your teeth.

“Sweetheart…”

“I can’t do this right now,” you cut him off. “By the way,” you mimicked his earlier tone, “I’m going to see your brother later today— I’ll tell him you said ‘hi’.” Gavin called your name, but you hung up before he could say anything else. You let out a frustrated sigh before tossing your phone onto your bed. Goddamn asshole.

Your heart was pounding as you got dressed, replaying your conversation with Gavin over and over again. Your holster laid neatly on your dresser caught your eye, and you chewed your lip. You didn’t think you’d need it, but you could never be too sure with Elijah. With a huff, you clicked your holster onto your belt, the familiar weight at your side providing a morsel of comfort.

You slapped some concealer on your nose, hoping that the bruises beginning to form wouldn’t be too visible before adjusting your turtleneck as high as it could go. You did not need Elijah asking about those, you cringed just thinking about the smug comments he would throw at you, especially the ones aimed at your failed relationship with his brother.

You found Connor at the kitchen sink, roughly scrubbing your plate and mug. “You don’t have to do that,” you mentioned, sidling up beside him. He set the mug down and turned to you.

“I apologize if I caused some strain in your relationship with Detective Reed,” he avoided your gaze.

You frowned, “Gavin’s an asshole who needs to mind his own business.”

“I should have left last night,” he whispered, and your frown deepened.

“I needed you here,” you gripped his bicep, begging him to look at you, “who else was going to tend to my wounds and make sure I didn’t drink myself into a stupor.” The corner of his mouth turned up as his eyes met yours.

You grabbed his hand, tugging him towards the door, “C’mon, we’re going to be late.” He grabbed your car keys from the rack before following you out the front door, which locked with a soft click behind you.

You fished around the center console as Connor drove, looking for your sunglasses. The sun reflected off the freshly fallen snow nearly blinding you and making your newly formed headache much worse. Thanks, Gavin.

After what felt like an eternity, you whipped out your sunglasses, victorious. You turned towards Connor, “You think Kamski will be pissed if I show up in sunglasses?”

The smile that you love so much appeared and he glanced at you, “I believe it is usually considered disrespectful for one to wear sunglasses indoors.”

“Good,” you smirked as you slid them on.

You were quiet for a while, mustering up the courage to confront Connor about this morning. You tapped your fingers against your thigh, “I’m sorry about this morning… You could’ve just pushed me away.”

Connor’s gaze flickered over to you before returning to the road, “I don't mind, Doctor. As you said, you needed me there and I was happy to assist.”

You felt the blush creep up your cheeks and you whispered a ‘thank you’ before turning your gaze back out the window. You committed the feeling of waking up in Connor’s arms to memory, secretly hoping that, maybe one day, that’s how you’d wake up every morning.

Connor parked your car next to the curb in front of Hank’s house, careful not to block the driveway. Not that Hank used his driveway anyways— his vehicle was parked mostly in the yard, almost as if he jumped the curb.

Snow crunched under your shoes as you walked up to the front door, Connor following closely behind you. You pressed the doorbell longer than necessary, a grin gracing your features as Hank yanked open the front door with a glare.

“Mornin, sunshine,” you greeted as Hank rolled his eyes.

“Good morning, Lieutenant,” Connor echoed from behind you.

Hank stepped aside, allowing you to enter, “You two look fuckin ridiculous together.” He shut the door behind you, allowing some reprieve from the biting cold outside.

A whistling came from the kitchen window, and you raised your brow at the trash bag covering it, “What happened? You party too hard one night?”

Hank grunted before throwing a thumb in Connor’s direction. Connor gave a sheepish look, avoiding your gaze. Before you could ask him about it, the familiar sound of paws skidding around the corner caught your attention.

“Sumo!” You beamed, leaning down and opening your arms to greet him.

Sumo charged, hurriedly meeting your embrace. You buried your hands in his fur as you returned his ecstatic greeting. He bumped your heads together and you winced.

Connor knelt beside you, taking over your duties of petting Sumo. You squeezed his shoulder as you straightened and followed Hank into the kitchen.

“You alright?” Hank’s eyes linger over your features.

You scoffed, the wooden chair scraping against the linoleum as you pulled it out. You plopped down before answering, “I’m fine, just a concussion.”

“That explains the sunglasses… You really think this plan of yours is gonna work?” He questioned, pulling a travel mug out of a cabinet before turning to the coffee pot.

“Hell no,” you replied as you ran a hand through your hair, “but it’s worth a shot.”

He poured some coffee into his mug before shutting it tightly and turning back to you. Hank lowered his voice, “You sure you wanna do this?”

You bit the inside of your cheek, “No, but I’m gonna do it anyway.” Hank chuckled, and a grin wormed its way onto your features. “How are you and him?” you asked as you jerked your head towards Connor, who had moved to the couch to continue petting Sumo.

“He’s not that bad when he’s not breaking into my house,” Hank grunted, and you huffed out a laugh.

Connor entered the kitchen, coming to a halt beside you, and dusted off the dog hair that had covered his jacket. “I think Mr. Kamski will prove useful if he decides to be, but the chance of that is very little.”

You threw your head back and let out a laugh. Hank muttered a ‘great’ before grabbing his cup and trudging into the living room. You rose from your chair and moved to wipe off the remaining dog hair, your fingers dancing across the smooth fabric of his jacket.

“Thank you, Doctor,” he whispered. You patted his shoulder and gave him a tight-lipped smile.

“Let's go pay fuckface a visit,” you replied, your eyes hardening, and Connor’s mouth quirked up. You prayed that the visit wouldn’t be eventful, but the probability of that happening was about as small as Elijah actually being useful.

#connor x reader #detroit become human #rk800 x reader #dbh connor #dbh rk800 #hank anderson #no y/n #reader insert #criminal analysis #hank and connor #chapter 10 #accidental cuddling

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detroitbecomefandom · 3 years

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Gavin: You ever think about how your skeleton is always wet?

Elijah: I wish I never had, but thanks for ruining my life.

Gavin: Don’t worry! There will come a time when it’s not!

Elijah: Thanks! Even worse!

#what can i say that's what siblings are for #gavin reed #detective reed #elijah kamski #kamski #dbh #detroit become human #incorrect dbh quotes #incorrect detroit become human quotes #half brothers au

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skalidra · 3 years

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Upgraded Connor | RK900/Gavin Reed, Elijah Kamski & Gavin Reed Characters: Upgraded Connor | RK900, Elijah Kamski, Gavin Reed Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Criminals, Elijah Kamski & Gavin Reed are Half-Siblings, Upgraded Connor | RK900 Has a Different Name, Nines - Freeform, Light Dom/sub, Consent Issues, Android Dehumanization (Detroit: Become Human), Pre-Android Revolution (Detroit: Become Human), Rating May Change, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Bottom Gavin Reed Summary:

Gavin and Elijah have always been together. The Kamski brothers; side by side through the founding of Cyberlife, the creation of androids, the carving out of a spot in the world just for them, and the removal of anyone that stood in the way of them getting what they wanted.

The RK900 is one of a kind. State of the art, with the most advanced systems yet created and a brand new preconstruction software that's still experimental. Custom built by Elijah himself, and he's got a very specific owner in mind.

Gavin.

"What is that?" are the first words out of Gavin’s mouth.

The door falls shut with a quiet click, just behind him.

"You like him?" Elijah asks, not even looking up. All his focus is on a tablet, propped in the crook of one arm. Perfect little bun at the back of his head, perfect jacket. All dressed to go out for their usual lunch, except for the company he's apparently bringing along.

Gavin snorts, stepping closer as he eyes the thing standing just in front of Elijah's desk. Facing the door, like this is planned, and knowing Eli it absolutely was. Why else have this all set up at the exact time Gavin usually comes up for lunch? "Getting the impression you expect me to say yes. Not an answer to my question, though."

"I am." Elijah looks up then, smile lifting one corner of his mouth, head tilting towards the thing. "He's yours."