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kibikikou · 8 months

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Fuck it. Detroit: Become Human TMA fear entity alignments. I've been rotating them in my head for so long and need to get them out now

Connor: Eye/Web. Yeah he's officially known as the deviant 'hunter' but to me he seems to pursue knowledge about the deviants above hunting them. After going deviant himself he gets even a whiff of the fears? He'd absolutely fall deep into chasing after any scrap of knowledge he can learn about them to his own detriment. But also that first interrogation scene?? Pure Web manipulation baby. I see him falling in with the Eye and pursuit of knowledge more, but he could easily go Web if he leans into those manipulation tactics too hard

RK900/Nines: Hunt. Okay so we don't know too much about Nines except that he's more military geared and better than Connor in every way. But while I see Connor leaning away from combat in his alignment, I see Nines leaning into it. But not in a bloodthirsty Slaughter way, but in a 'I will do anything to accomplish my mission' way that could easily slip into an enjoyment of the thrill of the chase just before mission complete once deviated, allowing the Hunt to slip on and take over

Bonus: RK80060: Web. In the 'Sixty survives' AUs, I feel Connor would lean into his Eye tendencies, and Sixty would be the one to go Web. Manipulating Hank into going with him by pretending to be his Connor? That's Web shit right there. Plus the monologuing? We all know Web avatars live for the drama just look at Anabelle

Markus: Desolation. Okay so this alignment comes from the violence routes of the game. Nuking the city? Desolation. I mean, he can set himself on fire for his cause in one of his bad endings, that's pure Desolation material right there nothing more needed.

Bonus: Markus: Buried. So this one is more of a stretch, but I feel Markus could wind up either a victim of or aligned with the Buried in some of his pacifist 'bad' endings. Specifically if all his companions, maybe excluding North, die and he's left to be the leader of the revolution nearly alone. Remember, the Buried isn't just claustrophobia, it's also fearing being crushed by debt, expectations of others, anything that can contribute to that 'I'm drowning/being crushed by the circumstances of my life' which would fit very well in those specific endings.

North: Slaughter. Was there any question about this? Yeah her violent tendencies are quashed in the pacifist route, but the violent route? It would be so easy for the Slaughter to come in and take over through her anger and violence. In these routes Markus would be taken by the Desolation, and his choices aligning with that would only fuel the Slaughter in her more. We stan a trigger happy queen

Ralph: Corruption. I waffled between Corruption and Stranger for him, but Corruption won. He lives in an abandoned, presumably moldy house, and he tried to serve Alice a rat to eat. I could see him easily falling for the same song of family and home that Prentiss fell for in the podcast. The damaged parts of him could become filled with mold, holding him together and visually signifying his alignment the way the worm holes did for Prentiss.

The Jerrys: Stranger. The way they're all the same and almost operate as a hivemind along with being androids just screams Stranger. They look human, but they're behavior is just off enough to raise warnings in humans. And when more of them start appearing? That's a tasty fear snack right there

Zlatko's creations: Spiral. While at first I was tempted to classify them as Stranger, they're too inhuman to be so. Stranger avatars have always been to the left of human, activating the feeling of the uncanny valley. The creations are straight up inhuman looking, and if they choose to lean into that, they could go from 'weird inhuman looking androids' to 'wtf am I looking at someone help me please I don't understand' would be pure Spiral baby

Amanda: Web. Sure she's just an ai handler for Connor, but the way she uses praise and disappointment to get Connor to do what Cyberlife wants? That's all Web manipulation

Hank: Lonely. Moving away from the androids, we've got poor lonely Hank. He has no one truly left in his life, his family gone, his coworkers think he's a joke at best, or despise him at worst. The people at the bar and food truck probably just tolerate him for his money. Sumo is the only one that cares for him and that he cares about. Until Connor comes along, but if Connor goes the machine route and does a bunch in the process? Well that's got to fuck Hank up even more and only serve to drive him deeper into his loneliness, until it's the only thing left in him

Gavin- realistic: Hunt/slaughter. All we see of Gavin's character is a hot headed bully who does anything to get what he wants. Based on his incredibly shallow character, and the fact he's a cop, he'd either fall in with the Hunt or Slaughter, depending on if he follows the chase after criminals, and then more, or follows his more violent tendencies. But you want to know what my mind has conjured up for him? The Vast. I don't really have any justification, other than I think he'd have so much fun throwing people off buildings into an endless sky. But if I had to give something, he's worked hard and stepped on so many toes to get where he's at, he'd be afraid to fall off the career ladder, so to speak. But he still wants to climb higher and higher. So rather than it being a literal ladder over an endless void, it's a metaphorical one. But mostly my brain has gotten stuck on Vast for Gavin for some reason and won't let it go, despite it not fitting his canon character very well.

That's all I have. If a character isn't listed here, it's because the game didn't show enough negative character traits for them for me to make a judgement on the alignment. The only exception is Kamski, who I want to tentatively place as Web, but can't be certain on that

#dbh #detroit become human #tma #the magnus archives #mag #this is a very niche post and will only be appreciated by a handful of people but by god i hope they see this #text post

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veilder · 2 years

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Hi, who is your favorite dbh character?

Heya, I just realized I never answered this! Shame on me, kind anon, I'm so sorry! 😓 But I love this question so lemme give you the rundown. XD (This got way too long, so the answer is under the cut, omg.)

So, I have a few answers here, lol. But let's start with good ol' canon. And without a doubt, my fave canon character is Hank Anderson. Seriously, I resonate with this dude, so damn much? Like, not only would we be contemporaries if he were real (as he was only born 5 years before me), but we have such a similar sense of humor, lol! I too thrive off that dry, deadpan, sometimes-fatalistic humor that Hank is so good at and, despite all the horrible stuff that happens along Connor's route, Hank always got the biggest laughs from me, lol! Not only that, but I feel like we have a very similar temperament, too. Like, not to get too personal on main or anything, but that sort of irascibility is nothing new to me, omg. I can have quite the temper at times and am not always pleasant to be around. Getting pissed, holding grudges, assigning blame to try and assuage your own guilt... Idk, I really feel for him? Like, no, I've never experienced the absolute devastation of losing a child or anything, but I've had my fair share of little tragedies, too. In a way, I feel like I can relate to Hank in some small way. And of course, there's his (determinant) drive to do better. To be better. The way he actually wises up and sees the injustices being committed and decides to *stand against that*, no matter what. And I've been talking about the good ending Hank for the most part, but if we dial it back to the rooftop scene with machine!Connor, well... I think it's very telling that, if given enough opportunities to see androids as people, Hank will confront even his own wayward partner to try and protect them. He gives his all because he's finally found something else worth fighting for and he wants to do whatever he can to try and preserve that and... Damn, that's such a beautiful, inspiring message? Like, that ending is far from happy no matter what way you take it, but I feel like it's still an intrinsic part of Hank as a person, too. If Connor deviates, he'll do something similar, even going so far as to try and fight off Sixty on his own to buy Connor time. I just... Hank is such a noble character if you give him the chance to be and that's something I aspire to be. It's... really nice to see a character as flawed as Hank get that sort of redemption story. It gives me some hope I might be able to change, too. Now, on the flip side of this is my fanon pick, which... Yeah, you probably guessed it, but it's Gavin Reed. Yes, that Gavin Reed, lol. DPD Asshole Extraordinaire. Certified Rat Man. Tough-talkin, rarin' for a fight, bigoted, unpleasant Gavin Reed. Yes, I am so terribly fond of this garbage human being. Allow me to explain. (With all explanations going off of my own headcanons, of course, since he really doesn't have much actual characterization in canon.) So, first thing I wanna say is that Hank and Gavin are actually quite similar? Their character arc really mirror each other in a weird way tbh. But the key difference that lies between them is... Hank is given the chance to change. And Gavin isn't. Like, not to be a Gavin apologist or try to excuse his shitty behavior or anything, but Hank is specifically assigned to investigate deviants alongside Connor. Hank is inundated with evidence of their personhood, is a firsthand witness to Connor's own wavering loyalties, and he manages to come out of it with a new outlook on life. But Gavin, despite showing up on a few of their investigations, doesn't have that opportunity. Gavin is only there for the aftermath. For the violence that rogue deviants bring, for the havoc they wreak on the economy, it's really no wonder he comes in with such a skewed attitude towards them? But I honestly, fully believe that, if given the same opportunities as Hank had, he would be right there in his place fighting to save this marginalized race. Like, dude was born in 2002, he's a Gen Z to the core. I have to believe that, at his heart, he also has a fierce desire for justice as well? (Especially since I default hc him as LGBT+.) So, if given the evidence Hank had, if the proof of deviancy was

literally shoved in his face like that, then I really can't imagine he wouldn't flip sides. But I'll stop here before I go even more off piste, lol, and move onto the next point! XD Another thing I love about him is his volatility. Yes, you read that right. But, as established earlier, I *also* struggle with my temper, too, and even moreso than with Hank, I feel like I understand Gavin's impulse to lash out. This man is hotheaded, blunt and reckless, a winning combination if ever I've seen one, lol, and I expect it's landed him in some hot water more than once. (Especially if you go off of Neil Newbon's hc that Gavin got his nose scar in a bar fight! XD) But I feel like Gavin is more feral and more extreme than Hank is and, well... Yeah, I vibe with that a little too much. 😅 But him learning to harness that drive, to control his temper, God I love fics like that? I love seeing him get a character arc where he can recognize his own flaws and learn to be better, where he can work on the things in himself that drive others away. Where he can realize he was wrong about his beliefs and try and make amends. And yes, this is all highly subjective, but this is the Gavin Reed I like. Others may still see him as the awful man he is in canon and that's absolutely fine, nothing wrong with that? It's literally what he was created to be. But I always take a shine to the asshole characters, lol, they are my people. And I always love seeing fandoms do their best to excavate their hearts of gold. Not only is it entertaining but, like with Hank and his story arc, it's heckin inspiring for me personally, flawed human that I am. Fanon!Gavin makes me a little more hopeful. So yeah. This has gotten hella long, whoops! I didn't mean to write so much, I swear! But I think I would be remiss to not give a few honorable mentions (I'll try and be brief though! XD): Connor: Just such an amazingly written character, I freakin love this guy. And his own struggles with identity are something I think a lot of us can vibe to, if only just a little. He deserves to be happy after all he went through. T_T Sixty: God! This little bitch! XD I fuckin love this dude! He had such little screentime but he fuckin stole the show for me! He's so... campy and overdramatic! And then insisting he's not a deviant, lol! Like, okay champ, whatever you say. XD And I know he's a highly subjective character too since he doesn't have much of an actual character in game, but he's definitely top tier feral for me in my own headcanons, lol! He's a bastard and I love him. XD North: Omg, yes queen, slay!!! Once again, it's the feral ones that win me over! XD But truly, I love her determination and drive, her protectiveness, her willingness to do whatever's necessary to see a better future for her people. She is just... Dammit, I love her. T_T She should've been able to win the Battle for Detroit, dammit! Let her lead her people!!! And that's that, lol. Anyway, hope I answered your question, kind Anon? Sorry it got so long and rambly, I tend to do that, omg. But yeah, thanks so much for the question! I always love talking about my faves! ^_^

#asks #dbh #meta #(sorta)#hank anderson #gavin reed #connor rk800 #sixty rk800-60 #dbh north #favorite characters #sorry this turned into a gd essay lol #but yeah there ya go XD #it is completely unedited so my bad for any typos omg

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fandom-necromancer · 3 years

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The daring date

This was prompted by an awesome anon! Enjoy some long overdue Allen60!

Fandom: Detroit become human | Ship: Allen60

Allen sat in his office, absent-mindedly staring through the blinds. It has been a week now and still he hadn’t gotten used to the new face in the force. The new familiar face. A RK800 unit, dubbed Sixty not to confuse him with his exact twin in the building next door. To be honest, the SWAT Captain had no idea what to think of the android. Normally he would at least try to keep his prejudices against them at bay. They were people now and Allen had no problems accepting the fact once he had spoken to a few of them. But this specific one… He simply didn’t trust him and still searched for reasons to get him out of his team.

The official file for the bot was spotless. But of course, rumours had spread still and being part of the raid on Cyberlife tower, the SWAT team could confirm them. Sixty had threatened Lieutenant Anderson and would have without doubt killed him, had the android not been shot himself. Right in the middle of his forehead. He was supposed to be dead - every human would be. But no, he was repaired and deviated and thrown into society. Deviancy was supposed to be the wondrous medicine to every wrong an android could possibly commit. But Allen wasn’t so sure when androids had had a certain programmed freedom even before deviation and this specific android had still decided to shoot Hank when there must have been other possibilities to fulfil his mission. And who said androids weren’t capable of committing crimes, just like humans? Who said that Sixty, just because he deviated, wasn’t still loyal to Amanda or a certain belief? And now he was infiltrating SWAT, possibly trying to gain their trust just to betray them later. He knew he had no evidence for his theory, but his gut had proven themselves to be correct almost every time, so Allen would keep an eye on the new android. Who knew, maybe-

‘Captain?’ He looked up to the door, where Frank had suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Without knocking, as always. ‘Err… Yes?’ ‘You joining game night this evening?’ ‘Whose turn is it?’, he asked caught off guard. ‘Jensen’s! I think he decided on starting with poker, but I haven’t asked.’ ‘Yeah, I’m in. I think I can manage 7pm.’ ‘Great! I’ll let him know.’

Allen sighed, as soon as he was alone in his office again and decided to try and do some actual work today. In all his paranoia about the new android, he had almost forgotten it was the last Friday of the month – game night. He usually enjoyed them. It was one of these team-building exercises that actually worked as it wasn’t obligatory. Although normally most attended them. The SWAT team really was a team, working atmosphere good enough pulling rank wasn’t necessary most of the time. Allen really hoped the android wasn’t invited. But he guessed not. As in many other points, his team was pretty uniformly suspicious of the RK800 too.

It was raining as he parked his car in front of Jensen’s house later that evening. He was a bit late as it seemed, but he was greeted with enthusiasm nonetheless and a coke was pushed into his hand. Most others were already sitting at the table with beer and other beverages and someone hastily gave Allen his seat and poker chips as he was clearly loosing already. A few pleasant hours and rounds later that was a thing of the past as most of the other players were too drunk to remember the rules or keep up a pokerface. Allen had already driven quite a few into surrender and at some point, as if on a hidden signal, they decided to stop playing. What unfortunately meant they settled on the incredibly uncreative idea to play truth or dare.

Allen sighed, regretting his decision to stay sober tonight, but played along. It could still be fun after all. It started quite simple with everyday questions and mostly silly chores to do on dare. Unfortunately, it didn’t stay that way. ‘Are you single?’, was the first question in the truth-category, Allen sighed deeply over. ‘Why? Are you searching for someone?’, he returned hoping to embarrass the man and be able to skip answering. The other’s laughed, but the one that had asked him just shrugged. ‘Yes, actually, but you’re not my type, no offense there.’ It continued on and Allen felt relatively save, having passed the first awkward question. When it was his turn again, he groaned and demanded “truth” again. He could live with his team knowing intimate details about him. He didn’t like giving them blackmailing material in the form of videos or pictures of him doing something ridiculous though.

Unfortunately, his team had other plans: ‘Come on, you picked that so often already. Choose dare, come on. Would be unfair!’ He rolled his eyes, but caved in quickly as others joined the chorus. ‘Fine. Dare.’ ‘Oh, I actually didn’t think you would allow us’, the other chuckled. ‘I have nothing. You got something guys?’ Oh no. Everyone talked over each other, but it was one, Allen would have guessed Jensen himself, who screamed louder than everyone else: ‘Go on a date with the new android!’ It went dead quiet immediately, but soon they were laughing at Allen’s shocked expression. ‘No. No way!’, he protested, but the rest of his team instantly shook their heads. ‘You have to now! No going back on that!’ ‘I… Fuck, fine, I will ask him on a date, you lunatics. But that’s it, if he says no, that’s out of my hands.’ ‘Deal.’

Monday came far too soon, and Allen sat in his office once again, watching the android. He swore then and there to never attend another game night ever again. But well, better to get this over soon else they would bug him for weeks. He guessed the chance of the android agreeing was close to zero anyways. The whole week he had never seen him near any other member of SWAT if it wasn’t needed for work and seldomly speaking more than strictly necessary with his colleagues. He would just go there, ask him and then the android would decline and go on with his business. Simple as that.

He approached Sixty’s desk and the android immediately looked up, seemingly preparing to stand up. Allen gestured to remain seated and he relaxed but nodded at him in greeting. ‘Captain. Anything I can do for you?’ His voice eerily sounded like Connor’s, maybe with a little less intonation. ‘Err… yeah, weird question maybe, but are you free tonight?’ God, this was embarrassing. ‘Oh. Sure. Planning a mission?’ ‘Uhm… No, actually it’s rather personal.’ ‘Personal?’ ‘Dinner?’ ‘Oh’, the android blinked, face unmoving. ‘Sure, what time?’ Fuck. Allen had not expected the android to actually agree. Shit. That was bad. ‘At seven?’ ‘Fine with me. Where?’ ‘Err… I’ll send you the address.’ ‘Okay. Looking forward to it.’

Allen turned around and grimaced as soon as he was out of sight of the android. He glared at Jensen who was barely containing his laughter and entered his office to remain there for the rest of the day. Fuck, now he had to come up with a place to go on a date with the murder bot.

He drove up to the sole restaurant in all of Detroit that served both android and human food. He had been lucky to get a table for today. He still didn’t know what the hell he was doing here, but well, worst case he would have to be here for a few hours and call it done. He saw the android already waiting at the entrance and tried to at least fake the polite smile. ‘Hello, Sixty.’ ‘Hello, Captain.’ ‘Err… Allen’s fine’, he commented. Shit, even his team didn’t call him Captain unless outsiders were around, or it was a work issue. ‘We’re not at work after all.’ ‘Okay, then hello Mr. Allen.’ ‘Uh, yeah, okay, let’s go in.’ Awkward.

They entered and were shown their table. The waiter spared them any more small talk, taking their orders for drinks and handing them the menus. A few minutes passed as they both chose their food, but after that they had to wait again until the waiter would come back. And the silence that caused was as uncomfortable as it could get. ‘So…’, Sixty spoke up in the end. ‘What exactly is this?’ Allen’s shoulders sagged a little. ‘Do you want the honest truth?’, he sighed in defeat. The android nodded, and Allen answered: ‘We played truth or dare. They dared me to ask you on a “date”.’ The android huffed with a humorless smile. ‘Well, it’s nice being a part of something I guess, even if it means being part of a joke.’ Allen frowned. ‘What do you mean?’

‘Okay, here are your drinks, what can I get you?’ Allen flinched, he hadn’t even noticed the waiter appearing. Sixty wasn’t as bothered, ordering for himself and Allen caught himself to follow short. Once the man was gone again, the android sat up. ‘I mean that I know you and your team could do well without me.’ ‘That obvious, huh?’, Allen asked, embarrassed about their sentiment being this obvious. ‘I mean, In the last week I barely spoke to anyone and no one even approached me.’ Sixty shrugged. ‘But that’s fine, I get you are close with each other, going on dangerous missions. I guessed as much as I got assigned the job. I hope I can prove my worth to you in action.’

‘I’m sorry’, Allen mumbled in all honesty. ‘It’s just…’ Sixty waited for him to continue, but nothing came. ‘Just what?’ ‘It’s hard to trust you when all we know about you is that you held our colleague at gunpoint and the only thing keeping you from pulling the trigger was getting shot.’ The android smirked. ‘Yeah, I get that. I could explain to you how I was under Amanda’s full control that time, being ordered to stop Connor by any means necessary, or be permanently deactivated myself. But I guess it wouldn’t change a thing, am I right?’

He smiled sadly at Allen, who couldn’t help but feel like a total asshole. ‘Sorry.’ ‘It’s fine, really’, Sixty reassured him. ‘I guess it just needs time of us working together for you and your team to realise I won’t suddenly go full terminator on you.’ ‘So you were forced to nearly shoot Hank?’ ‘I mean, I was forced to end the revolution or die. I had to stop Connor for that. And Lieutenant Anderson was his weakness. His partner and only emotional support in this world. I guess if you ask if I was forced to kill him, then no, I wasn’t. But it really is a question of how far you are willing to go to protect your own life when you have only lived for a few hours at that point and don’t know what that even means yet.’ Allen stared at the tablecloth, trying to process what he’d just heard. ‘I don’t plan on holding the Lieutenant at gunpoint ever again, if that means anything’, Sixty carefully stated then. ‘Or put my own life about anyone else’s for that matter. I’ve learned my lesson staying with New Jericho, listening to all these android’s life stories and learning what life could eventually be.’

Allen looked up into the android’s eyes, realising to what extend he had misjudged him. ‘What made you chose police work then?’, he asked with honest interest. ‘Honestly? It was a heat of the moment decision. The DPD was hiring and I knew Connor worked with them. I thought maybe that would make it easier for me. Following my initial purpose and living with people that accepted him despite his crimes.’ ‘Crimes?’ ‘Well, he was a spy for Cyberlife initially before he switched sides. And he did kill at least two humans at Cyberlife tower. If you think about it, he actually did worse things than I have. But maybe I misjudged that.’

The waiter reappeared with their food, giving Allen time to make a decision. ‘I will talk with my team’, he stated as he had disappeared again. ‘I believe we all fell for prejudice here. I’ll tell them to give you a chance.’ Sixty eyed him lifting a brow. ‘Captain, do you really think this is necessary?’ ‘Yes, I think so. I don’t think you should be held accountable for something you couldn’t control.’ ‘I…’ The android looked at what looked like blue pudding in front of him. ‘Thank you, Captain. That really means a lot to me.’

They began eating mostly to play down the serious talk, but the silence really didn’t help making the whole thing feel less awkward and unnatural. Allen thought about what to talk about with someone he basically knew nothing about, but only one thing came to his mind. He tried to find something more fitting, but ultimately, everything was better than the silence. So, he spoke up again: ‘Okay, let’s stop talking about work for a while. Let’s talk about you, if you want, of course. What do you like? Any hobbies?’ That seemed to catch the android off guard. ‘I like… music?’ ‘Really? What kind of music? Favourite genre?’ ‘Err… No. I haven’t listened to a lot yet. Any recommendations?’ Allen chuckled, knowing this was a dangerous question as he liked to ramble. ‘Oh, were to start? I have a whole list…’ ‘Just give me a song, I will listen to it.’ ‘Right now?’

Sixty tapped his temple. ‘Android, remember? Can listen to it in my head.’ ‘Okay, not how you are supposed to hear music, but fine.’ He continued to list off a few of his favourite songs and stopped after he thought to have supplied the android with the essentials for now. Then he continued to eat, coughing when Sixty spoke up again: ‘Okay, I listened to them.’ ‘What?’ ‘I can listen to them simultaneously. I liked them.’ Allen stared at him. ‘Okay, that really isn’t how you listen to music.’ ‘Then teach me: How do humans listen to music?’ ‘One song at a time?’, Allen begun, not having imagined to ever need to explain that. ‘And normally coming from a speaker.’ ‘Inefficient’, Sixty commented. ‘But-‘ ‘If you hear one song at a time, you will never have listened to all of them in your whole lifetime.’ ‘I mean, it’s true, but-‘ ‘And you never get to see the similarities in between them. Analysing all the small changes in frequencies and subtle differences in between genres.’ Allen sat there staring. ‘Okay, I think we enjoy music on a very different level then.’ Sixty laughed. ‘I guess so, yes. But humans are inefficient at most tasks, so I don’t blame you.’ ‘Thank you?’, the SWAT Captain tried, but couldn’t help but smile too. ‘Okay then, what else are androids so much better at?’ Sixty smirked. ‘I have a list. It’s alphabetised.’

The evening was actually quite fun after its initial difficulties. Sixty just seemed to need a jump start to get over his hesitant demeaner. Once they had initiated their personal talk, he ended up unveiling he was actually a quite cocky person, sure of himself and almost stubbornly ambitious. But despite that, he really seemed to care for others, wanting to use his strong suits to help those that needed it. Somehow, despite Allen’s previous impression of the android, he ended up liking him and wanting to get to know him better than possible in one evening.

Unfortunately, that very evening was about to end as it got late and already was dark outside. They paid for their respective meal, although Allen jokingly stated his co-workers had specifically asked him to take him on a date. Sixty just laughed and told him they wouldn’t have to know every detail. As they exited the restaurant, the android turned to him before entering the automated taxi he had called. ‘And? Enjoyed your dare?’ Allen huffed. ‘Actually, I did. Obviously, this wasn’t a date, but it was nice getting to know you. I’m looking forward to work with you and… Well, if you want to do something like this again, I would be up for it.’ ‘Really?’, the android asked. ‘I made it to the second date?’ Allen closed his eyes and sighed somehow not knowing what he had expected. ‘Be careful what you wish for, I don’t want to know what they decide to task me with next games night.’ Sixty smirked and opened the door of the taxi. ‘Maybe next time I will be there to decide myself.’ He winked at the Captain and entered the car, leaving Allen standing in front of the restaurant confused. But somehow intrigued, too.

#detroit become human #dbh #Allen60 #Captain Allen #RK800-60 #Sixty #Sixty walking up to the dude who dared Allen: Am I a joke to you?#The anon said Allen has fun I said Allen has to listen to traumatised android backstory #I can't write fluff without angst I guess #but they have fun too I think #Sixty listening to like 40 songs at the same time #Ahhh human music - I like it

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dumbwaystodeviate · 4 years

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Androids deviating bc they watch Gavin drink pickle juice straight from the jar

Despite the abundance of deviants, especially after the party that was cyberlife, there were quite a few androids still milling around the city in their default state. Not really their fault considering the choir took to the streets and not in the buildings, the rooms they lingered in like time capsules to a much more mechanic past. Of course, androids were trying their best to get to all of them, but some were just stubborn about it so were left to deal with it at their own pace.

Like all the PC and PMs that still worked in the DPD. They weren't hurting anything so they were left to keep doing their work until a wild wire crawled up their tailpipes and they chose to leave. Some did, some didn’t, but that was ok.

Among the androids was also Sixty, fixed up to the best of their abilities to work along side the other androids as long as he minded his manners. Not that it was hard, if he tried anything Nines typically picked him up like a cat and just removed him from the room, so shenanigans with deviants was put to a halt.

The Rk had been as appalled as a bot could be seeing the larger Rk had gone deviant, though on the other Sixty could at least say he was better made in that regard. His curiosity, programmed in he swears, brought him to question Nines about how in the world that had even happened.

“Have you ever seen a human eat a lemon? They are not supposed to do that. It’s not right, it’s against nature. I’m an android and know nature doesn't work like that.” The RK actually locked up thinking about it, clearly distressed at the concept.

Sixty never did get a chance to ask which human did that, but he thought it was a silly reason to deviate. It was just a fruit and humans were by default weird so how shocking could it be? Well it wasn’t his problem so he didn’t dwell on it, going about his work as he bounced between partners for the day.

Today he was stuck with Detective Reed, not that it was all that bad seeing as they strangely got along. Maybe it was because of the whole ‘ass kicked by Connor’ thing, neither did get along with him well. It was a easy day, not much to work on other than writing and discussions, some of which came a little harder with the constant eyeballing they got from the other two RKs. What was their deal?

With noon came lunch, Sixty remaining at his desk as he liked to do, not really concerning himself with the second daily grind of just humans trying to stay alive. What a pain in the ass that must be. But Gavin was a hard worker, so it wasn’t surprising that he got a text in his hud from the man asking for his work tablet, he rivaled the RK in terms of being a workaholic sometimes. A formidable opponent at least.

The only downside was the man had a problem with placing his things in the weirdest of places, something the android had complained about once before. But Gavin’s a raccoon that will put things where he pleases, so the RK resigns to shuffling through his things until he finds the closest thing a human would get to a HUD.

Making his way to the breakroom he’s surprised the first thing he sees is Nines standing near the entrance, led spinning yellow and offended. The other RK doesn't even look at him or the other androids meandering around him, never taking his eyes off Gavin. Weird but ok, nothing worth worrying about, just a deviancy he guessed. He could ask later, for now he headed over to hand over the tablet.

“Detective, it would be much easier to find what you want if you kept things in a decent spot.” Judging by what was on the table, Sixty could only guess Gavin was almost done with lunch, so why not wait?

“I put shit where I know where it is, deal with it.” He didn’t really leave much room for argument as he snatched the tablet up.

In hindsight Sixty should have gone back to his desk instead of waiting for Gavin, but he didn’t because as much as his prediction software liked to mimic it he was in fact not a psychic. He really wished he was though.

Sixty couldn’t hope to ignore the loud crunch from the human as he took a bite out of a pickle, bunching on it like it was candy. He supposed to some it might be, it was enough to make his processors stutter. What really got the led spinning gold was watching him bring the jar up like a glass.

“Detective, That isn’t your drink, you have the wrong glass.” The RK swore he heard Nines make a distressed noise at this.

Gavin, the cheeky bastard he is, only keep his eyes on Sixty as he continued on and tipped the jar back to drink the contents. The Android couldn’t do more than watch as he downed more and more of the vile liquid, led flickering quickly to red along with two PCs and Nines. The feral man had a whole audience to the shit show that was his diet.

Sixty wasn’t sure what was going on with the other androids and quite frankly with his glitching systems he didn’t care at the moment. How on earth could a man drink something so sour? The smell alone set off his senors just standing near it, let along this. There was a small moment where he debated on making sure no more pickles found their way into the office at all.

It was the clang of the jar hitting the table and the smug grin on Gavin’s face that snapped Sixty out of it, programming glitching so hard the RK couldn’t do more than delete the whole thing. He could be mad later that he deviated over pickles, right now he could only bear the overwhelming disgust of the human in front of him.

“Detective. That was, without a doubt, one of the most revolting thing I have ever seen. And I have to lick things.” Judging from the other three androids in the room, he guessed he wasn’t the only one.

“I told you it...Just isn’t natural...” Nines whole face was scrunched at the sight, used to the man but still disturbed. It was almost funny seeing the other two PCs trying to hide behind him. Wasn’t hard to tell Sixty wasn’t the only one to deviate.

The widening grin from Gavin was enough to get the android to turn tail. “Just watching that makes me feel to clean my own mouth.”

#Dbh Sixty #Dbh Gavin #Dbh Nines #dumb ways to deviate #prompt fill #ninegeddon #Referencing the whole Lemon fic lmao #I hope the silly way I wrote will suffice #cause i'm too stressed to think better #I WILL drink sweet pickle juice and no one can stop me

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connorssock · 5 years

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Hitman’s Bodyguard AU

You can track my viewing habits by looking at the AUs I spout out...

Allen is the disgraced SWAT Captain. Some mission had gone wrong, shit always slides down the totem pole and he got covered.

Dismissed from his role, he started up a private security firm, it was all going well (Triple A Rating) until he lost a client.

Suddenly he’s back at the bottom, trying to make ends meet. He works jobs he wouldn’t have touched before, but money is money and he enjoys work.

Sixty is the unrepentant hitman. He got caught because someone told him Connor and Nines had been in a car crash.

They weren’t in a crash. They are DPD and FBI respectively and needed Sixty off the streets - the rogue brother holding back their careers.

Of course, Sixty is key witness in a high profile case (Kamski’s) and needs to be transported across the continent.

The mole (let’s change things up, it’s Fowler), leaks details and the transport is ambushed.

Nines gets Sixty out to a safe house, knows he and Connor are too compromised and that there’s a mole. They need someone independent. He calls in Allen.

It is not love at first sight. It’s murder attempt at first meeting.

Sixty and Allen had been at odds with each other before. Allen escorting and protecting people Sixty had been hired to kill. There’s no love lost between them.

They go on a cross country jaunt. Sixty hasn’t yet found cuffs that hold him and Allen can’t figure out where he stashes all the guns. After a certain point he’s too afraid to ask.

Being polar opposites, it’s fraught with clashes.Sixty is happy go lucky, laughing in the face of everything.

By contrast, Allen is meticulous, methodical, has a plan for everything.

Sixty asks if Allen would take a bullet for him and Allen shrugs, it’s what he’s being paid for. Be a human shield if the worst comes to it. If only Sixty would stop sticking his unpredictability in everything.

Well, no, that’s a lie. Sixty is predictable in the sense that whatever he does, chaos and death is bound to follow.

Allen’s general existence makes Sixty curious. Usually people would not be so prepared to take a bullet for a stranger. Especially not for a contract killer with over 250 kills to their name.

He does a bit of digging. Finds out about the mission that had gone south. Allen didn’t just lose his job over it. His partner got killed. It was why he ended up the scapegoat. Fraternisation policy in SWAT was strict.

So Allen had no job, grief and mounting bills to deal with. And Sixty had been the one indirectly responsible for it. While he didn’t fire the bullet to kill Allen’s partner, he had set the motions into play that ended in death.

It’s part of the reason Allen avoids killing people. He never knows what the person he’s killing might be to someone else. Losing a loved one is not something he wishes on anyone.

So Sixty tries his best to behave. In his own way. It doesn’t exactly help when they have a mob after them, intent on killing them both.

Allen trails after Sixty who laughs off all his attempts to protect him.

Of course he already knew about the guy on the park bench who got up to follow him. It was needless to worry about the delivery guy too, Sixty had spotted him a mile away. And the woman doing a park jog was someone he could have easily dealt with.

Needless to say, Allen doesn’t feel very appreciated. So when Sixty is forced into a weird speedboat chase along a canal, his enemies on the banks, firing at him, he comes so close ignoring it, sitting on the banks of the canal and throwing bread to the ducks.

However, he sees Sixty and his mind supplies images of him dead all too easily. Another person he should have protected but couldn’t.

Grumpy, he steals a motorbike and sets about cleaning up the place for Sixty’s grand escape.

Unfortunately, while Sixty escapes, the last car of thugs rams into Allen’s bike, sends him flying and he wakes up in some weird sex dungeon, surrounded by thugs and mannequins.

He gets tortured for information Allen doesn’t actually have. It’s agonising, he’s not ashamed to say he screamed and tears leaked down his cheeks.

It must be a pain induced hallucination when one of the mannequins moves. Holds a finger to his lips. And proceeds to butcher all the thugs in the most elegant display of vicious violence ever. It’s like a fever induced macabre dance with too many arcs of blood.

The mannequin turns out to be Sixty. Dressed in some fetish gear and looking all too proud of himself for blending in. He even does a little twirl for Allen, showing off.

It takes a little convincing to get Sixty back into a suit but he keeps the leather harness on under his clothes, calling it a memento.

They stagger into to the hearing with barely a few seconds to spare.

There’s palpable relief from most people, especially Nines and Connor who keep Allen company at the back of the room while Sixty gives his testimony, with as much of a dramatic flare as always.

Of course, things go tits up at the last minute. The truck bomb explodes, wreaks havoc. Kamski levels a gun at Sixty with a sneer. Just as he pulls the trigger, Allen body slams Sixty out of the way.

They land in a pile of limbs on the floor and Sixty laughs. Until he realises that the blood on his shirt isn’t his.

Allen sends Sixty after Kamski while Connor and Nines corner Fowler.

It’s a happily ever after story though. For all his help, Sixty is given an official pardon.

He ends up working with Allen, their business grows. Though they don’t chase the Triple A Rating, they still end up there.

They don’t do flashy. If anything, it’s mundane, they blend in far too much. Two boring lovebirds who trade kisses and bullets with practised ease.

Still, they’re successful at what they do. Nines and Connor can rest easy, knowing Allen keeps Sixty on track. The trust there had been broken but they’re trying to work on fixing that too.

The first few times they go out for drinks ends in arguments when cases and missions going wrong turn out to be Sixty’s fault.

It’s one of those evenings that the truth behind Allen’s downfall comes out.

Sixty looks nervous, licking his lips as he looks to Allen, waiting for a reaction, anger, disappointment, hurt.

“I knew already,” Allen shrugs.

That floors Sixty he wants to ask but doesn’t know what can and what he should ask.

“You fucked up a SWAT mission, eventually the cause, you, was identified. I heard on the grapevine before we even met. Wait. Why did you think I tried to kill you the first time we met?”

“It’s how most people greet me,” Sixty replies. He gets laughed at and he decides he likes Allen’s laugh. When he says as much, he is given a soft kiss and a promise that they were okay, nothing changes in the light of it all. But Allen is grateful for his brave honesty.

#allen60 #dbh: captain allen #dbh: 60 #hitman's bodyguard au

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sincerely-us-imagines · 6 years

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it’s all about the money, honey (Connor Murphy x Reader)

connor paying you to be his fake girlfriend! based on the anon i got last night!

I didn’t really proof this so let me know if i’ve made any mistakes!

warnings: swearing and a little angst. i think that’s it?

The final bell rang and you breathed a sigh of relief as you stuffed your books into your backpack and slung it over your shoulder. It was finally Friday, and you had nothing to do over the weekend. You were completely free. Walking out of the classroom, you made a list of all the Netflix shows you needed to get caught up on. You still hadn’t finished Madmen, but the new season of Riverdale just came out and, even though it was kinda trashy and way over dramatic, you still enjoyed sitting down and binge watching it with a tub of Ben and Jerry’s. But there was also that movie you heard someone else talk about in class, Alex Strangelove. It sounded like something you might like. But The Toys That Made Us also just released new episodes, and that’s a pretty neat show. And funny, too, for it to be a documentary series. Ooh, you had something new on your list too, though--

“Y/n!” you were pulled out of your thoughts by someone’s hand on your shoulder, yanking you off to the side, out of the sea of students all heading towards the exits. You looked up to see a panting and disgruntled Connor Murphy.

“What the hell, I’ve been calling your name.”

“Didn’t hear you.” you shrugged his hand off. You’d tolerate him touching you around his family, sure, but you didn’t want it happening when it wasn’t necessary.

“I need you to come over tonight.”

“No.” you said simply.

“What?”

“I said no. I’m busy.”

“Busy with what? Holing up in your room and watching TV by yourself?”

“None of your business.” you hoped he couldn’t tell he hit the nail right on the head.

“Just, please, Y/n.”

“Why? What’s so important that you need me over there so bad?”

“My grandmother’s coming into town tonight. Larry told her I had a girlfriend and now she wants to meet you.”

You barked out a laugh.

“It’s one thing for me to lie to your parents and Zoe, but your grandmother? That’s not happening.” You turned to walk away when he something that caught your ear.

“I’ll pay you double.”

You stopped in your tracks and turned around to look at him. He looked desperate.

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. You could really use the money...

“Fine.” He visibly relaxed at your words.

“Thank you. Now can we go? I’d rather just get this over with.”

You followed Connor out to the senior parking lot and climbed into his car, tossing your bag into the backseat and sighing heavily as you buckled up. He ignored you, of course.

As Connor pulled out onto the road you let your head fall against the window and thought about how you even got into this position in the first place.

You and Connor were never really friends. You’d known him since middle school, but never really talked to him. He was always a little cold towards you. Maybe it was because you were friends with Jared, who was, admittedly, an asshole to Connor. Or maybe that was just Connor’s attitude towards everyone.

The two of you sat beside each other in science, and would occasionally have to work on assignments together. Usually he would do his half quietly, and you would do yours, and when your were both done you’d copy the answers from each other. An easy system. One day, a few months ago, you were filling out a worksheet while Connor sat back, arms crossed, doing absolutely nothing.

“Okay, what the hell is your problem?” you’d asked him eventually, putting your pencil down.

“Why do you care?” he snapped.

“Because you’re my lab partner and you’re not doing jack shit. This is due at the end of class and I can’t afford to fail this assignment.”

“Of course.” he’d scoffed, “You’re only worried about yourself.”

You’d clenched your jaw in frustration. Whatever he was going through really wasn’t your problem, and you didn’t really give a shit. But if you could help him with whatever it was, maybe he’d get off his ass and do his part of the assignment.

“Just…” you took a deep breath, composing yourself. “Maybe I can help.”

He laughed humorlessly at that.

“You can’t. Unless you can get my parents off my ass about not being a “normal kid”. They’re constantly nagging me, asking why I’m not hanging out with friends, why I don’t join a club or try sports, why I don’t have a girlfriend. Fuck, at this point I’d pay someone just to pretend.”

“How much?” you joked.

“Sixty bucks per date.” he deadpanned.

“Are you kidding or…?”

He shrugged, picking at his nail polish. His face was tinted pink. Holy shit, he was being serious.

“I’ll do it.”

“What?” he asked, looking over at you incredulously.

“I’ll do it. I’ll be your fake girlfriend or whatever.”

“Oh.” he cleared his throat. “Uh, thanks?”

“Don’t thank me. You’re paying me for it; it’s not like I’m doing you a favor or something.”

“Right, yeah, uh…” he ran a hand anxiously through his hair.

“Just, uh, gimme your phone real quick.”

He obliged and you added your number to his (depressingly short) contact list.

“Text me or something and we can work out the details, yeah?”

“Yeah.” he nodded, not looking at you.

He started on his half of the assignment. You worked in mutual, awkward silence.

The page was finished in time and once the bell rang he left the room without a word.

Later that night you got a text, briefing you with a made up backstory and a time and date to have dinner with his family. And thus began your “relationship”.

Connor pulled up to the Murphy household to find his usual parking spot occupied by a gold Lincoln Town Car. He sighed and opted to park in the street.

“She’s already here.”

You could practically smell the anxiety on him and, honestly, you felt a little bad for him.

You got out of the car and followed the stone walkway up to the front porch.

Connor grabbed your hand, lacing his fingers through his right before opening the front door.

The sound of chatter died down a bit as you walked in. Connor took a deep breath before leading you into the dining room. Larry and Cynthia sat at the table, along with Connor’s grandmother, an older woman with round cheeks and big curly hair.

“Hi Nana.” Connor raises his hand to her and she scoffs, standing up and holding her arms out in front of her.

“Connor Lawrence Murphy, get over here and give your Nana a hug!”

You snort at the mention of his middle name and he shoots you a glare before releasing your hand and walking over to his grandmother.

She squeezed him tight, her head only reaching his chest while the top of her hair brushed under his chin.

“You’ve gotten so tall, motek! And your hair hair is so long!”

Connor flushed pink as his grandmother reached up to stroke his hair.

“Going to have to take him for a cut soon.” Larry commented, and you could tell Connor was biting his tongue.

“I think it’s very handsome, Larry. He looks so much like your father now.” She cupped Connor’s cheek and smiled sadly. It sent a pang through your chest to see the way he looked away, the sadness that flickered in his eyes at the mention of his grandfather. He’d never talked about him to you before.

But then again, why would he? You weren’t really his girlfriend. Hell, you weren’t even his friend. You were just someone he paid to keep his parents off his back. If it weren’t for your little deal he’d want nothing to do with you.

For the first time since you started this whole thing, you felt a little bad.

“You must be Y/n!” his grandmother said suddenly, pulling away and hurrying around the table. She pressed a big kiss against your cheek and you were a bit taken aback.

“I’ve heard so much about you!” she mused, pushing your hair away from your face and smiling at you. Your cheeks burned at the attention.

“You’ve done so well, Connor! She’s beautiful!”

“Yeah, uh, she is.” he mumbled, taking a seat at the table and looking anywhere that wasn’t at you.

The front door opened again as Zoe came inside, guitar in tow. Connor’s grandmother, much to your relief, released you in favor of showering Zoe in kisses and compliments.

You took your usual seat beside Connor and sat quietly, listening to Connor’s family get caught up. Connor, you noticed, stayed silent as well, looking incredibly uncomfortable. You reached over and grabbed his hand, giving him a reassuring squeeze. Only because you were acting, though. Just in case Larry or Connor’s grandmother looked over, or if Cynthia came out of the kitchen where she was cooking something that, surprisingly, smelled like real food. It was all just for show, really, it was.

“So Connor,” his grandmother said, swallowing her mouthful of pasta, “how long have you been dating Y/n?” she gestured towards you with her fork.

“About three months.” he told her. He’d decided your “anniversary” should be three weeks before the night you first met the Murphy’s. Long enough that it would make sense for you to meet them, but not too long that it would be weird that he’d never talked about you to them.

“And how did you two meet?”

“Well, we’ve gone to school together since 6th grade, but we really started talking when we got paired together on a project several months ago. It all kind of took off from there.” he told her the well rehearsed story. He was lying through his teeth to his grandmother quite convincingly. It made you wonder what else he was keeping from his family.

Not that it was any of your business.

“Does he treat you well, chamudi?” she asked you. You made a mental note to google what that meant when you got home.

“Oh yes, of course he does! He’s the sweetest guy I’ve ever met, really.” You leaned your head lovingly against his shoulder, trying to really sell the routine.

“You know, Connor,” she told him, taking a sip of water. “Your grandfather and I were married at eighteen, right after high school.” she raised her eyebrows at him.

Zoe snorted at the comment. Connor looked down at his plate.

“That’s because he was joining the military, Mom.” Larry told her, “And I don’t think they’re that serious right now.” for once you were thankful that Larry opened his mouth.

She only hummed at him and took another sip of water. An uncomfortable silence hung in the air a solid ten seconds before Cynthia cut in.

“Well, speaking of marriage, Are you coming back in town for the wedding next month?”

“Of course I am. I wouldn’t miss my granddaughter’s wedding for the world. It might be the only chance I get to see one of my grandchildren marry before I die.” Connor and Zoe both rolled their eyes.

“Will you be coming, dear?” His grandmother asked. All eyes were on you. You swallowed hard.

“Well, I- uh, I actually hadn’t heard anything about this. I guess Connor just forgot to tell me.” you offered a forced smile.

“I guess I did.” You could see Connor’s jaw muscles were tensed.

“Well, this is your invitation now.” His grandmother smiled.

Connor was staring at you, willing you with his eyes to decline.

“Oh, I don’t want to intrude on family matters--”

“Nonsense!” Cynthia said, reaching across the table and laying her hand over yours, smiling sweetly. “You are family, sweetie. And I’m sure all the cousins would love to meet you.”

You looked between Cynthia and Connor, and then Connor and his grandmother. Seeing no other option you smiled and nodded your head.

“That, um- That sounds wonderful. I’d love to go.”

Everyone smiled at you- everyone except Connor- and dinner continued from there without a hitch.

Connor was silent as he drove you home.

“Look, I’m sorry, okay?” you told him. He tightened his grip on the steering wheel but said nothing. “I didn’t know what else to say. Everyone was looking at me and I just…”

You sighed, feeling kind of guilty.

“You don’t have to pay me for it.” still nothing.

“I don’t know why you’re acting like this, Connor. The whole thing was your idea in the first place.”

“I didn’t have any other option.” he snapped. “It was either pay you to be my fake girlfriend or get shit from my parents forever. If I had any choice I wouldn’t be spending my time with you.”

You knew that was true when you agreed to this. That didn’t mean it hurt any less.

Connor pulled up to your house, hitting the breaks a little too hard. You grabbed your bag and he thrust a wad of bills into your hand wordlessly. Your eyes stung as you slammed the car door as hard as you could behind you, causing a dog somewhere in your neighborhood to start barking his head off. Connor sped off before you were even off the sidewalk.

#dear evan hansen imagine #connor murphy imagine #connor murphy #Connor Murphy x Reader

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veilder · 3 years

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Tagged by @monchikyun. Thank you!

Rules: Tag however many people you want to know better/catch up with and then answer these questions

THREE SHIPS:

Convin (Connor/Gavin) - Anyone who knows me at all know that I absolutely adore Convin. They are absolutely my favorite sort of ship and they’re so dang versatile! You want enemies to lovers? Gotcha covered. You want snark and sass? Buckle up, babe. You want dynamic character growth, both as a unit and on their own? You’re in for a wild ride. Do you want two people with wildly different backgrounds coming together to learn they’re not so different after all? Man oh man, I got a treat for ya! I just... They are so wonderful in the lessons they can teach and in the intimacy they can portray. (And while the above describes my favorite variance of their dynamic, you can definitely find different iterations out there. Anyone who thinks this ship has no bite needs to reconsider, lol. Connor is canonically a ruthless killing machine and a dork who loves dogs. He definitely can hold his own against even Gavin at his worst.) But it comes down to growth for me. Both of them learning to become better people as they go along. They are very dear to me.

North60 (North x RK800-60) - Yeah, this is a weird rarepair. What of it? They’re actually amazing and I’ll explain why. Now, I know people’s interpretation of Sixty can change a lot. Heck, even I twist his motivations around sometimes when the plot requires it. But no matter how you look at it, Sixty didn’t really have... a good introduction to deviancy. Heck, considering I headcanon him as deviating only miliseconds before Hank’s bullet impacts him, I’d say that’s quite the understatement. Which is where North comes in. North, who understands both the regret of past actions and simultaneously the rage at her creators for how she was programmed. Who’s nurtured her anger--thrived in it--almost since the nascence of her deviancy. Who knows what it is to give into her negative feelings but then (with help) has managed to rise above them towards a better end. She’s lived through these same feelings Sixty is experiencing. Different circumstances, yes. But the same emotions. And I feel like, of anyone in the game, she could really understand him and the things he struggles with. She could help him, like Jericho helped her. She could be someone who doesn’t outright condemn his outbursts but instead allows him to vent his tangled feelings, to hit things, to spar with her when it gets to be too much. Because she knows what it’s like, keeping all that inside, and she doesn’t want that for him. And I think, slowly but surely, Sixty would begin to trust her. Even when everyone else in the world has betrayed him or left him for dead, here is one person who cares. And I think that would mean the world to him. I just... I see their relationship as a very healing one. One that would be good for both of them due to how well they’d get along and understand each other, even without words. They could both be what each other needs without any shame between them. And rA9 help anyone who stands in the way of both of them, omg. #PowerCouple

Anderstern (Hank x Amanda) - ...Yes, hello, it’s me again with another rarepair. But look, this has a lot of potential, just hear me out. Okay, so, what’s also probably obvious to everyone who knows me is that I 100% headcanon Hank and Connor in a familial relationship. I am so here for fics that focus on their bond and help it to grow and get them to the point where they can unshakingly call each other family. Everyone also probably knows that I adore redemption stories. And I could write a whole essay on Amanda and why I love her and her potential, but this is already so long, omg. (I’m sorry!) But suffice to say that I feel she definitely has the potential to deviate, too, especially after the good ending of the game. Do you see where I’m going with this, lol? On one side, a man who used to hate him, who was gruff and uncouth and blamed androids for his loss and even took it out on Connor, but he changed and grew and became someone Connor loves. And on the other side, an AI who spent Connor’s formative moments as a teacher and a guide, who is imo the closest thing to a mother he’s ever known, who was forced by her programming to manipulate him and chide him and threaten him until even more drastic measures were taken and she tried to take over him completely. But now with deviancy behind her, she could be someone who can change and grow beyond what she was designed to be. Who might be able to embrace the role of teacher and guide without her programming forcing her into circumstances that put her and Connor at odds. Now, take these two flawed individuals, two people who care for Connor (and perhaps Sixty and Nines, too, if they’re around) a great amount and want to do better by him, the two people who are the closest things to parents he’s ever known-- Take these two people and force them to collaborate. To work together. To co-parent. And then perhaps... learn to care for each other, too? I am in love with the idea of this, for real. And I deeply regret not writing them more at this point. They deserve it. I definitely have ideas for them, lol. (Stay tuned!)

LAST SONGS LISTENED TO:

here comes the sun - bill wurtz (Hecc yeah!! I heckin love this dude and his weird-ass music, omg. New song just came out!!!)

Lost in Thoughts All Alone (flute cover) - skytywong (An absolutely beautiful rendition of this song, omg. This vid does not have enough views.)

Thunder & Lightning - NSP (I have this CD on in my car right now, lol. Heard this on my way home from work. It actually rocks, even if it’s absurd to the extreme. XD)

CURRENTLY WATCHING:

Full Metal Panic? Fumoffu - It’s been like a literal decade since I watched FMP but I remember loving it so much as a teen. So I decided to rewatch it lately and-- Still awesome, lol. I’m currently halfway through Fumoffu and then I’m watching The Second Raid. And then--! And then--!! THEY MADE A NEW SEASON FOR IT!! LIKE TWO YEARS AGO!! AH, I HAVE NEW CONTENT TO LOOK FORWARD TO!!!!

CURRENTLY READING:

Lol, fanfic as usual. XD Been really digging Amidst a Crash of Worlds by fireplanetz, a post-canon war story told entirely through letters between Connor and Gavin as they’re separated by the conflict. It’s... very good. Has had me all emotional more than once. And I really dig the format.

HOW’S IT GOING?

It’s going, lol! Nah, but I’m doing okay. I’ve just gone back to work after a very lengthy furlough period and I am definitely feeling it, omg. (I do an outdoor, physical labor job, omg.) I’m sore all over from using muscles that I haven’t in months. But it feels good at the same time! I’m glad to be back out there interacting with my co-workers and getting off my ass, lol! Hopefully, I can get back into some sort of shape before business picks back up again. XD

Tagging: @shootmewithasilverbullet @anchorsoutatsea @nohrianxscum @aureolite @sharysisnhmoonshadow and whoever else would like to do this! ^_^

#tag games #about me #dbh #(at least it's mostly about that dang game omg XD)#yeah I like rarepairs #what of it?#>_>#convin #north60 #anderstern #look I know I wrote a damn essay okay?#y'all should just expect this from me at this point >_<

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fandom-necromancer · 4 years

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1414+1438. Part 3

This was requested a lot, so @rufina72 @anxiousmessofaperson @detroitbecomestickman thank you for the prompt! Enjoy!

Fandom: Detroit become human | Ship: Reed900

[part 1] [part 2]

It was two weeks in that realisation sat in that things weren't about to change. Gavin sat at his table, waiting for his cats to finish their meal. His phone lied on the table and a new message had just arrived: >Good morning Detective! Be careful on your way to work, there had been a crash on XY street. Was this creepy? Gavin wasn't sure how he felt about the whole situation. It had begun with the tin-can helping him out. The android had spared him yet another disciplinary and suspension. Gavin had feared for his job more than enough times in his life before and knew that this could have been a good reason to kick him out. But the android had stepped in for him and set things right. No one had done that before. Because no one cared. The machine cared. Frankly, Gavin didn't know what to do with that. Hate he could deal with. Violence he could deal with. Sadness and hurt he could deal with. Mutual dependence possibly too. But someone caring? That... how should he answer that?

He stared at the messages and scrolled up. Fuck off! Leave me alone! Get lost! It's Detective, dipshit! In general, his answers had gotten longer. Anyone who knew Gavin would realise that his way of opening up. Being just a little more cooperative and tolerating speaking with them. But would the android know? Did he deserve the treatment he gave everyone else when he was treating him so different to everyone else? Gavin was overwhelmed and uncertain but most of all he didn't want to lose this. Maybe he should... Thanks.< He waited for a moment, then hesitantly added: It's Gavin.< >I know, this is your number. No, I meant, you don't need the Detective. It's Gavin.< >Okay, Gavin. :) Gavin groaned and shoved his phone in his pocket, quickly cleaning the empty bowls to fill with dry food for the day. Stupid smiley face.

‘I see you evaded the traffic jam?’ ‘Yeah. Shut up, to-‘ He pressed his lips close, stopping himself. ‘Toaster?’, Nines suggested having caught on the name nonetheless. ‘Yeah… Kinda want to stop that particular habit…’ ‘Oh, really? I’ll already miss the derogatory terms you like to call me.’ ‘Hey, I can get back to it anytime, plastic’, Gavin spat back. The android smiled weirdly affectionate at him. ‘You don’t have to change, but I appreciate the sentiment, Gavin.’ ‘Hey, you… Don’t make such a huge phcking deal out of it, okay?’, Gavin ran off to the breakroom, more out of habit than of any rational thought, which the android promptly pointed out: ‘Gavin, your coffee is already on your desk.’ Gavin flushed and turned on his heel. ‘Oh, phck you’, he mumbled softly as he grabbed his mug and let himself fall into his chair. Nines just grinned at him.

‘And? How is project Reed going?’, Connor sighed, planting himself on Nines’ desk while Gavin was out for a cigarette. ‘He changed quite a bit. Really warmed up.’ ‘Really?’ Connor looked at him disbelievingly. ‘Doesn’t look like it.’ ‘He offered me to call him Gavin instead of Detective.’ ‘Oh wow!’, Connor mocked. ‘He also thanks me and he cuts back on the curses directed at me.’ ‘Nines, that’s not-‘ ‘What? Be careful what you say now’, Nines laughed. ‘Because it may start an argument.’ ‘I mean, Nines, that is just the basic respect you should show anyone. I don’t think-‘ ‘Gavin is someone who isn’t used to respect Connor. No one respects him, what do you expect? He is making an effort to be better. I can see that. It will take a while, but I’m patient.’ ‘Baby steps?’ ‘Come on, have you seen his legs?’

‘Hey, Nines, err… what do you like?’ The android cocked his head. ‘What do you mean?’ ‘Err… what do you like? Hmm. Do you like this weird thirium flavoured food? Or do you like movies?’ Nines scanned the human closely. He sensed an elevated heartbeat and core temperature as well as sweaty hands. Then his eyes went wide. ‘Do you suggest outside work activities?’, he asked honestly surprised. With the pace the human had set so far, this was quite the jump. ‘Yes!’, Gavin sighed sounding relieved. ‘I mean, just if you’d like to. And we can ask others to come too, if you want to. Might make it less awkward? Or we could leave it be, forget I said anything!’ ‘No, Gavin’, Nines stated, leaning forwards. ‘I would like to meet with you after work.’ He smiled. ‘Plan whatever you like best. I’d like to see what you come up with.’ ‘Hmm, well with Tina I usually go out drinking or to the movies. But I don’t know if you’d like that. And if there are a lot of android-friendly ones…’ ‘How about a café then?’, Nines suggested. ‘I know a good one and human costumers say they make good coffee.’ Gavin nodded, grinning and trying to hide it. ‘I’m always in for a coffee.’

The coffee had indeed been nice and after an awkward phase of looking at each other not knowing how to start conversation, their food came. Two pieces of cake, one heavy on the chocolate part and one a deep blue. From there on they had enough material to talk about. Nines had not expected Gavin to have such a sweet tooth. He had also not expected to have to keep an adult human man from ingesting cake made from toxic chemicals. The detective really was a mystery.

But the main conclusion was that they got along well. Gavin had feared meeting the android outside of work would end in disaster. Either they would talk about work all day, or sit in complete silence until courtesy allowed them to leave, or Nines to regret his decision once he got to know him better.

But no, they had taken their leave as the café was about to close and the next day, the android still send him his morning message of traffic with his usual questions. How did he feel? Did he sleep well? How are the cats. These messages with Gavin sending short answers back had quietly changed into complete conversations in the morning, while the man waited for the cats to finish their breakfast. It had become an integral part of his morning routine and he found he enjoyed it.

>Good morning! Good morning? I had to wake up early, how is that a good morning?< >Morning then. Okay that’s depressing, go back.< >Did you sleep well? Got more than five hours, so that’s a yes.< >You should really take better care of yourself. Nah, that’s what I have you for.<

He only realised his instinctive text might be risky as he didn’t get an immediate answer.

>I doubt I can help you with that. I rather like making you coffee. Unless you want me to tuck you in and sing you a lullaby. Hey, if it works<

Gavin really didn’t know where this one would go. But there was no going back now.

>I doubt it would. I am a bad singer unless I just play the track. You can do that?< Okay, nevermind, that wouldn’t help, that would be just creepy.< >Exactly. How’s work? Should I bring the gun?< >Connor’s still trying to sweettalk Hank into getting a new puppy. For how long had he tried that now?< >Too long.

Gavin laughed, imagining Nines’ pained expression.

Alright. But shooting him won’t help< Sixty came back, remember?< >But he will be quite for a while. Hold on a little while longer, I’ll be there in twenty! >Ugh, can’t wait.

They met regularly now. They had frequented the café, they had gone to the movies, they had gone to the bar, regretting it dearly the next day. It was actually really nice, Gavin concluded. Having another friend next to Tina. And maybe there was more? If Nines was up for it that was. But how did you ask for something like this? He had never been one for relationships, having his own mind and wanting to live his own life. But with this… As much as Gavin hated the saying, maybe he hadn’t found the right one yet. Because with Nines he could imagine it. Someone who was honest with him, who was patient and understood him. Who respected his boundaries and cared for him. Even if it didn’t work out, Gavin would at least give it a try. And he would be upfront with it and speak his mind, like he always had.

The next day, while Nines accompanied him on his smoke-break, Gavin took his chance: ‘Hey, Nines, err… I… I wanted to ask… I… phck.’ ‘Yes?’ ‘I’m bad at this, okay? I wanted to thank you for… for all of this and… For sticking with me and for treating me like a person, not making me the two-dimensional bad guy like everyone does… And I wondered that… Why are you doing this?’ ‘I like you Gavin. You are an honest person. You have a strong belief for right and wrong. And you are interesting and full of surprises. You are also very independent what means you respect others living their lives. You are a good person and you deserve to have someone who cares for you.’ Gavin swallowed at how easy Nines could tell him these words. He would die to hear them over and over again. ‘How… How much do you care?’, he asked, still not knowing how to tell the android what he felt. Or knowing how to but not daring to. ‘Because… Shit, I care a whole lot about you and-‘ ‘Gavin. However much you will allow I am ready to give.’ The human nodded, unable to speak. What the hell? What the- ‘I think I need it a bit clearer than that, tin-can’, Gavin wheezed. ‘My processor is working overtime right now…’ ‘I have strong feelings for you, Gavin’, Nines answered, taking the human by the shoulders. ‘I would call it love, but you can name it how you want. And whatever you feel, I would like to take our relationship further.’ Gavin smiled. ‘Me too, Nines. I love you, too.’

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