caught thread-handed

So indulgent stupid AU time plz watch zoeys extraordinary playlist. #dbh #DetroitBecomeHuman #hankanderson #connordbh#hankcon #harmoniwritessometimes "Might as Well Face It."

#Hankcon - Sleeping Troubles There are days when Connor is unable to initiate stasis. It doesn’t matter how well the day may go nor how stressful. He’ll only realize after he’s gone home with Hank. After dinner and letting Sumo out one last time before bed.

So uh, cam-boy Connor isn't the most original idea but after watching a hentai with an exhibitionist lead and really enjoying it I got kinda inspired somehow. #hankcon Drabble in the replies.

lunch at chicken feed won the poll, might just thread the whole thing cause it's pretty short. --- Once they've both pulled themselves together again Hank restarts the car, pulling back out onto the street. "You mind if we get some lunch, Con?" he asks. "I really am hungry."

I told you I'd shoot. "In Our Bedroom After The War" It's a sad one. Takes place after the ending where Con shoots himself. Y'all are getting screenshots because I didnt want to kill my feed with tweet spam. P2 in replies#dbh #DetroitBecomeHuman #fanfiction #angst #hankcon pic.twitter.com/KMpAzz4uVF

the russian roulette chapter won the pole, so here is the beginning! the rest will be up on ao3 shortly! --- Hank’s just about finished typing up his reports when he notices Connor go still, his LED circling yellow.

HMMM okay here's a lil something more. takes place when hank n con are driving to the Eden Club, after the russian roulette ordeal, same universe as my previous thread: https://t.co/HEZtS2fC6k ⬇️⬇️⬇️

HMM okay. just a lil something. for now ;) ❄️🌉❄️ “You didn’t shoot.” It’s not a question, and even if it was, Connor doesn’t have an answer. He stands, his arms wrapped around himself, as much a defense from the cold as it is from Hank’s scrutiny. He shivers, looking out

💕Hankcon Valentine's Day Thread💕

if anybody wants to jump in and co-thread the raunchy old timey nightgown hankco fic, let's do this thing. I can't promise I'll be swift in my replies, lol...............but the offer is here if you like historical smut 👀👇

*rolls up sleeves* I've never written fanfic in my life but I'm going to attempt some so here goes --- Connor pulls his fencing mask off, giving a small sigh as the air cools his skin. He wipes at his forehead and moves a piece of his hair that sticks to it with sweat.

Hank has terrible seasonal depression. He’s had it every year since the accident. Each Christmas Connor helps him fight off the depression and make the holidays a little better. The first year didn’t go as well. Hank proceeded to drink himself into a stupor and they had got into-

Connor and Hank having rough,sweaty,desperate sex because Hank was injured during a case and Connor doesn't want to lose him.

I know it's November but I don't care I have vampire ideas for Hankcon rn so- Brought to you by: that primal feel when you suck out ice cream through a small hole in an ice cream cone Cw for normal blood and vampirey stuff, vampConnor human Hank, willing blood donor

Oh yeah guys remember that dude in the square in dbh playing his guitar and singing? Doing his little Jim jam? So anyway, Connor, a deviated android post-revolution who never met Hank, opts out of returning to the DPD and instead finds a love for music.

Story Time :D "This...fucking...thing!" Hank smacks at the side of the screen and his hand glides through it. He misses the good ol' days when computers had monitors instead of projections. It was a lot more satisfying to smack something solid.

Connor had wanted to see the stars. He could easily access star charts and high-resolution images from observatories all over the world, but it didn't feel the same as he imagined it would to watch the night sky himself. Of course, it wasn't possible to see much from Detroit.