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kamiko1 · 3 months

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Crack AU where the entirety of Detroit : Become Human is just the plot of an afternoon playdate between the human child versions of Markus, Alice and Connor. The reason for why they have three diffrent plots is because they couldn't agree on what exactly to play. Kara INSISTED that she wanted to play something with her new doll, Alice. Connor being an overexcited 6 y/o just wanted to be a cool robot detective who's like super smart and super strong and looks really, really cool. Only god knows what had Markus deciding on what his character should be. Since they are only three kids they decided the most logical option is just playing each of what they wanted and switching between eachother. And taking the side (read : uninteresting) roles in the stories of the other. The only person involved in this madness that isn't switching characters like switching clothes is Connor's grandpa chaperoning the playdate, Hank. The reason for why he freaks out everytime Connor in dbh dies is because he just grows increasingly worried about his grandon's apparent love for dying (and the plot of this playdate in general)

#that's why the civil rights allegory is so shit btw #it's just a bunch of 6 year olds #no but fr #what the heck is that story ????#Hank's pretty sure he didn't do these sorta play pretends as a kid #WHY IS HIS CHARACTER AN ALCOHOLIC !?#AND SUICIDAL !?#HOW DO THESE KIDS KNOW WHAT THOSE THINGS ARE !?#I mean it's true that he enjoys a nice drink after a taxing day #BUT NOT TO THIS EXTEND CONNOR #Cole would litteraly have his head #and he doesn't even want to think about what my wife and daughter-in-law would do to him if he drank infront of CHILDREN #WHILE BEING SUPPOSED TO WATCH THEM #Why did Hank even get these kids dumped on him ?#(it's revenge for that one time he got Connor one of those light up and bubble blowing cars that also play music)#Cole had to make it “mysteriously” vanish for the sake of the sanity of the household #connor rk800 #dbh hank anderson #detroit become human #markus rk200 #dbh markus #kara ax400 #dbh kara #grandpa Hank #dbh

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v-cain · 1 year

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"Personal issues."

Request: can you pls write something with connor from dbh it can be about literally anything 😈😈

Fandom: Detroit Become Human

Warnings: Swearing, Loss of brother, Absent father, Alcohols/Bars, Suicidal tendencies, Brief car crash description, Swearing, Gun, Knife, Sex club mention, Assault

A/N: reader is hank's daughter and cole's twin, and as the year DBH is set in has no significance, we're pretending it's set in 2045 so this makes more sense ;P (pretend hank was born in 1992) well, im tired and projecting, enjoy the hurt/comfort @tzulv ! <33

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You pull your gloves on, shivering as you walk onto the bus. The weather can get horrible in Detroit, especially in winter. Usually your Dad would collect you when it was this cold, but he was busy with his police work. Apparently, he was assigned an android as a partner- which he is not happy about at all. After your brother's accident, your Dad hated androids. You never blamed them though, which caused many intense arguments.

An hour or so later, you arrive back home. You hurry inside, immediately going to turn the radiator on. You dump your bag and coat in your room, and start your daily cleanup. Your Dad has never been one for cleaning, so you're usually the one to do it. You grab last nights takeaway containers, some beer bottles and dump it all in the bin. You wipe down the counters, straighten out the couch and head to your room.

You spend the next few hours studying, eventually coming out of your room to make dinner. You glance around, not seeing your Dad anywhere. He's probably at some bar. You make yourself instant noodles- it being all that was in the cupboard- and head back to your room. The shining lights from the fairy lights reflect softly on your fork as you twirl it in the cup. Your gaze drifts to a framed picture of your Dad hugging you and your brother. Your Dad had a big grin on his face, with a smear of frosting on his face.Your brother was on your Dad's right side looking up at him with a similar grin, frosting coating his hands. Your eyes were scrunched closed from laughing, and you were leaning against your Dad's left arm.

You smile fondly at the memory. It was your and Cole's 6th birthday, and you two ganged up on your Dad and had a cake fight. You recall how afterwards you and Cole had a contest to see who could eat their slice the fastest, and how you both got sick from eating too fast. Your Dad had tucked you both in with promises of more cake the next day. Looking back on memories like those, it was weird knowing you wouldn't ever see your brother again less than a month later.

You stare at the picture for another moment, then tearing your eyes from it. You look down at your now cold noodles and stir them absentmindedly. Your Dad lost himself after the crash. Nothing seemed to matter to him except alcohol, not even you. You were left to bring yourself up. You were the one to do the shopping, cooking, cleaning...you were the adult of the house. A part of you wished he would pull his act together, but a different part knew even if he did you couldn't forgive him.

A window smashing snaps you out of your thoughts. You hear footsteps in the kitchen, and instinctively pull out your swiss army knife. Although your Dad never taught you much, he made sure his daughter knew how to defend herself. You quietly make your way to your door, pressing your ear against. An unfamiliar voice is talking, it's definitely not your Dad. You suck in a deep breath and push your door open.

You creep down the hallway, poking your head around the corner. You stifle a gasp at the sight- your Dad was lying on the floor unconscious with a bottle of alcohol, a gun beside him. There was a man kneeling beside him, practically analysing him. He has yet to notice you. You spare a glance at Sumo, who looks content with the situation, and step forward. The man turns to look at you and you see the blue circle on the side of his forehead- you recognise he's an android.

You hold your knife defensively in front of you, "Who the hell are you?" He slowly stands up and raises both of his hands. "My name is Connor. I'm an android sent by CyberLife, and I'm Lieutenant Anderson's partner. Who are you?" You look down at your Dad, then back at him. Connor seems to understand, "I didn't do this. I came to get him for a case."

You scoff at him, "I know you didn't do this, this happens every fucking night." You lower your knife, acknowledging he isn't a threat. He lowers his hands back down at looks at you expectantly. You hesitate before putting your hand out to shake. "My name is Y/N Anderson. I'm Hank's daughter." Connor shakes your hand, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Y/N." You drop your hand and look back down at your Dad. What you said wasn't a lie- this was a daily occurrence. Most of the time you would prop a pillow underneath his head and throw out the alcohol, other times you would pour water on him. It depends on how late it is.

Connor kneels back down to your Dad and shakes him, "Wake up, Lieutenant!" You roll your eyes and lean against the wall. "You gotta be more aggressive than that." Connor glances back at you, then turns back around and slaps your Dad. Your eyes widen and your mouth falls open slightly, while Connor pulls your Dad up. "Hey, get the fuck outta my house!" he slurs as he stumbles along with Connor. You raise an eyebrow at your Dad while he drunkenly calls for Sumo to attack, not even noticing you.

You trail after the two as Connor sets your Dad on the bath. Despite how late it was, you wanted to see where this goes. To your surprise Connor actually turns on the tap, making you laugh at him. He spares you a glance before turning the tap off again, staring down at your Dad. The latter seems to finally notice your presence, to which you smile, before he turns back to Connor "What the fuck are you doing here?"

"A homicide was reported 43 minutes ago. I couldn't find you at Jimmy's bar, so I came to see if you were at home." Connor responds cooly. You huff a laugh and your Dad shoots a glare your way. "Jesus, I must be the only cop in the world that gets assaulted in his own house by his own fucking android..." he groans as he tries to sit up, then looks up at Connor "Can't you just leave me alone?"

Connor looks like he's contemplating something, before saying "You seem to have personal issues. You should consult a professional who can help you." You involuntarily take a step back as your Dad angrily stands up yelling "Beat it! You hear me? Get the hell outta here!" He sways and Connor sets him back down again. The android straightens up and turns to the door, "I understand. It probably wasn't that interesting anyway. A man found dead in a sex club downtown.." you scrunch up your nose in disgust as Connor continues "Guess they'll have to solve the case without us..."

Your Dad pauses before saying "You know, it probably wouldn't do me any harm to get some air.." You roll your eyes and take this as your cue to leave. You walk to the kitchen, grabbing some cleaning supplies and cleaning up the mess the pair left behind. "Fucking bastard, breaking my window.." you mutter under your breath. CyberLife better be paying for this. A few minutes later, you're done cleaning and Connor re-enters the room. You look at him for a moment, trying to decide what to say.

"I.." Connor turns to you, tilting his head, "Thank you. If you didn't get here.." you gesture to the gun on the floor. "Thank you." He nods before pointing to a picture on the table, "Is that a picture of your brother?" You blink and look at the picture in question. It was a school photo of Cole at the start of Kindergarten. It was his first school photo. You remember being next in line for your picture and pulling funny faces behind the photographer to get him to laugh.

You focus your attention on Connor again, "Yeah, yeah it is." He nods again, looking around the room. You return to your cleaning, and after a few minutes your Dad walks back into the room. He looks at you before saying "Be good. I won't be long." You look at him and say nothing- what could you possibly say? "Ok, also are we going to talk about how you tried to kill yourself?" You knew he would never talk to you about it so there was no point in trying.

You watched the two leave and turn back to the window. It was freezing outside and there was now rain forming a puddle beneath the windowsill. Brilliant. You grab some duct tape plus some old cereal boxes and beer boxes and begin taping it against the window. You take a step back, admiring your handiwork. You walk back to your room and toss the noodles into your bin.

You stretch out on your bed and stare at the ceiling. Given the circumstances, meeting Connor was nice. He seemed like a good person- well, a good android, you suppose. Maybe he'll rub off on your Dad, and then he'll be nicer to you. Or maybe actually have a meaningful conversation with you. You couldn't recall the last time you two spent time together- probably when Cole was around. As your thoughts drift from Cole to androids, you slowly fall asleep.

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You and Cole are laughing at each other, making some stupid joke. Dad is laughing along with you, eyes focused on the road. It was a snowy night outside. You tell Dad to turn up the music- Jazz- and he does, doing a little dance too. You and Cole giggle at his antics. You turn to your brother to tell him a joke but all you can see if white and there's a screech and someone's screaming and-

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You bolt upright in your bed, cold sweat coating you. You slow your breathing and sip the water on your bedside. You slowly got out of bed and walked out your door. You walked to the sitting room and crawled onto the couch beside Sumo, who happily put his head on your stomach. This is how Hank found you several hours later in the early morning when he got home from the bar. He had walked over to you and pulled a blanket over your legs. You had mumbled in your sleep "G'night Da..", to which he smiled and whispered "Night kid." You slept soundly after that.

#detroit become human #platonic #platonic x reader #platonic x reader fic #connor rk800 #hank anderson #cole anderson #platonic dbh x reader #hank anderson x daughter!reader #platonic hank anderson x reader #platonic dbh #platonic connor rk800 x reader #read warnings #teen!reader #f!reader #f!teen!reader

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unmotivatedartistry · 1 year

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kinda thing i thought of

Even though in canon, most likely this wouldn't end up happening but what if Hank thought that originally, when (if) Connor deviated, that he'd hate him and etc etc because he, by technicality, was his owner and sorta wasn't all that nice in the beginning. Sure, he got better, but he wouldn't admit that to himself, and end up thinking Connor would leave him when he deviated.

Why? Because most deviants left their originally work areas and owners and seemed to resent them when Hank saw it in the cases he and Connor did. And, in this like, au, vision, headcanon, idea, whatever, Connor was pretty cold when he first met Hank which made Hank a little bit of an asshole towards him before Connor started to like.. grow into being alive lol. So, naturally, Hank assumes the minute Connor deviates and actually is alive and has choices that he'd hate Hank for being an asshole and abandon him, right? Correct.

And so he lives like this the entire rest of Connor's pre-deviation. (This like, thought process was especially significant after the Bridge scene.) This like, trying not to get attached to Connor even though he kept seeing him like Cole because he knew he'd leave him ("knew"). He didn't want to feel like he lost a friend, a son, Cole again.

When he saw Sixty come, he knew it wasn't Connor. He knew Connor deviated. He thought Connor had left him. It took all he had not to just fucking re-experience the grief of losing someone again.

Even though they weren't that close, it was just something between the two. (found family go brrrr) Something that made them feel close, like family almost.

Seeing Connor in the Cyberlife Tower felt like a relief. But seeing how he tried so desperately to defend Hank, it shattered his entire world-view. He spent a good portion of knowing Connor thinking he'd leave him after becoming an actual person, but now he was faced with a completely different option. Maybe Connor did care about him?

He'd never admit that he probably cried afterwards. Probably happy to see Connor again and have that one shred of hope. Of course he acted normal (ish) in the tower, had to. Couldn't let Connor know this revelation was happening now.

Seeing Connor after the whole revolution, that fucking hug fucking broke him. Because he thought he'd never see Connor again. He thought Connor woulda hated him afterwards. Turns out, he didn't. Turns out, the dude actually likes him. Wow. Hank never thought that was possible. Especially after how much he hated androids.

Even after Connor was clearly a deviant, even after Connor clearly expressed how he wanted to stay friends with Hank after the revolution, Hank couldn't seem to accept it. He banged into his head that Connor would've left him and now? What else was he supposed to do?

But god DAMN did Connor freak out when he found out. Y'know, imagine finding out that someone who you care about so much and see as a father figure thought you'd leave them.

And Connor managed to work it out with Hank. Probably. Because you don't want to ruin your amazing relationship with your dad basically because of preconceived ideas that can be resolved.

Also might make a comic with this later. Just to overload myself even more with work!

#i come up with these in the shower and then type them out at like 10pm-12am so im sorry if this is mildly inconsistent #also me projecting hard onto characters i like go brrrrrr #connor rk800 #connor dbh #dbh connor #hank anderson #hank dbh #dbh hank #hank and connor #hank and connor father and son dynamic #first time i projected onto hank lol. usually its connor #poor dudes lol #i feel like connor would be heartbroken thinking the dude he thought of as a dad thought he woulda left him #i think he'd be upset because he didnt like the thought that he almost made hank go through the grief cole put him through again #dude mustve felt guilty until he resolved the entire thing #which he did #10/10 therapist - hank #10/10 son too - hank again #will i make a comic of this? maybe #is that a bad idea? yes #will i do it anyways? abso fucking lutely #my creativity peaks at night and causes me to make very inconsistent ideas that sound better in my head #and look better #i can never execute any of my ideas properly lmao #rip me #anyways #goodnight yall hope you like this shit haha #long post #simon says

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veilder · 11 months

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Yoooooo! It's been a hot minute since I posted a new prompt, but here's something I've been thinking about for a few days now? Consider:

AU where Cole was born much earlier, back before Hank's career really kicked off. He follows his ol' dad into the police force, joining the DPD the summer of 2035. However, that same year, a freak ice storm takes the city. Hank had been planning to visit Cole in his first apartment, promising him that "the roads aren't that bad, don't worry about it." The next call Cole receives is from Detroit Regional Hospital, asking for a next of kin. Cole rushes there himself, heedless of the horrible state of the roads, to find his father in surgery, a medical android operating. Anxiously, he waits through the night, fidgeting in the uncomfortable plastic chairs outside the operating theater.

He receives the news the next morning. Hank had suffered some serious injuries including multiple concussions, and had fallen into a coma during the surgeries. He's told there's no way to know when or if he might wake. The sight of the medical android leaving the theater with the same placid expression on its face as off of the things haunts him long after that night.

For three long years, he's consoled with platitudes of "it might be any day now." For three long years, he visits his father regularly, hoping to spark some change in the man. For three long years, he throws himself into his work, hoping to forget that this was all his fault. That Hank had been out because of him. That he was laid up in a sterile room for years because of him.

And almost three years later, his hard work pays off. His promotion to detective coincides with a surge in deviancy cases. And Cole Anderson, professional workaholic, newly-instated rookie, who's father's big shoes he will fill or die trying, has a proposition for the captain:

"Assign me this case," he demands.

"This is high profile, rookie. The sergeant will handle it," Fowler replies.

"Sir, the sergeant hates androids. I can work with it. Perhaps even mediate."

"Seem to recall you not being a fan either, Anderson."

And Cole grits his teeth, flashbacks of an android in bloody scrubs running through his mind. But he says, "I'm not, sir. But I need…" And here he hesitates, looking away from Fowler's piercing gaze. "… I need something… substantial… at this time of year…"

And the office is quiet for a few seconds more before he hears Fowler sigh. And Cole knows he's won this. "Alright, Anderson. Alright. I'll add you to the case. But Reed takes lead, you hear me? No going off on your own, kid."

Smartly, Cole salutes, knowing when to let sleeping dogs lie. "Thank you, Captain. You won't regret it."

"But Reed might," he hears the man mutter as he closes the door behind him.

Cole smirks, returning to his desk and the case files he'd been finishing up. Deviancy, he thinks. Perhaps this is the missing link. The key to proving androids can't be trusted in sensitive situations. That his father's condition was a result of malpractice, not routine. That they, too, shoulder some of the blame.

Two days later, Cole meets Connor. And that is when he knows his theory is right.

Or! The one where Hank is out of commission and an adult Cole Anderson is assigned to the deviancy case alongside Connor and Gavin. Through peril and hardship, the three must learn to work together to solve the greatest mystery Detroit has ever known, or risk letting the menace known as deviancy roam free. And meanwhile, tempers flare, worldviews shift, and all three learn there's perhaps more to life than just being human.

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