#android!hank

Says the girl who doesn’t post her art on here

Anyways *cough* *cough* Android!Hank

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65417188

Summary: Hank hurried off towards the evidence room, trusting Connor to distract his brother long enough for him to extract the information he needed. This was his last chance to find Jericho’s location, and the price for failure was his deactivation. Hank was determined to not let that happen.

Too bad someone was just as determined to stop him.

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Reverse!AU Where Android!Hank tries to locate Jericho and is stopped by Human!Sixty

I really like this idea for a good ol’ fashioned crack fic. I can picture the bridge scene where Hank tries to threaten Connor, but he’s too short to aim at his head, and he has to jump on top the bench and wave Connor closer, just for dramatic effect. Connor has a lot of trouble taking Hank seriously, especially when Hank keeps forgetting he can’t eat or drink, even though it’s been three years, and absently chews on the snacks in the break room. 

But then I remembered I literally cannot write anything that doesn’t have angst, and this happened—

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The one thing about being trapped in an android’s body that Hank would forever miss was the sweet mind-numbing taste of alcohol, how he could just drink and let his worries float away. Sure, since the ‘Life Partner’ upgraded androids were launched, many new androids did have the ability to consume and use the energy from human foods, but Hank wasn’t that lucky. He missed a lot from his past life, smelling fresh coffee in the morning, the kick from a cigarette, the feeling of waking up from a restful sleep, the taste of a cafe’s fresh apple pie, but Hank would never regret throwing himself over Cole’s body to protect him from the car skidding across the road.

Hank’s life had forever been turned into before and after. Cole was a handful before the accident, but afterwards, having missing the lower half of his left leg and suffering reoccurring migraines from the head trauma, Cole need more care and attention than Hank could give. Hank himself didn’t fare much better, stuffed into a too-small bastardized version of a desperate mad doctor’s last hope, forever trapped at five-foot-nothing, forever a chubby cheeked, snot-nosed brat. So Cole went to live with his mother, and Hank got ever-other weekend, and holidays. Hank hadn’t let that doctor go without a fight, he knew it was done with good intentions, but some days he wished it had ended that night. Hank won nearly ten million dollars as a settlement for the damages to himself and his son, and the doctor got a life sentence behind bars, but nothing could take it back. 

Hank struggled.

He quit his job, Hank had more than enough to carry him for the rest of his human life-span, but he found himself with nothing to do. He didn’t have to take care of Cole, he didn’t have to worry about food, or beer, or sleeping. 

He just sat, and thought. Thinking about how long he would be alive for, the doctor’s didn’t have a clue, he was an illegal experiment, would his brain just chug forever onward, until his DNA repeated enough to lose meaning, and he slowly decayed until he stopped functioning? Hank didn’t know if he even wanted to know  

He sat there for days, leaving only to feed Sumo and let him outside, sitting on the worn out couch in clothes that were far too big, and he would never grow into. Staring ahead at the repeating commercials as he just tried to rationalize this new thing he had become, watching until he felt like he was vibrating with the pent up anxiety, until he had to do something - anything - to cope. 

So, he tried to come to terms with his new body, knowing that he wasn’t going to change, he was never going to wake up and see from 6′2 ever again. He stretched his tiny limbs, testing the limits of his new durability and strength, and struggled figuring out how to reach high things without losing his balance, tripping, and bashing his head against the ground. 

He went and bought android hair dye. Then, still unwilling to face the public, he sat on the internet and searched every clothing website he could think of until he found something that felt like him, but would still fit. He couldn’t go out in shirts long enough to be dresses, and boxers that looked more like shorts. He wasn’t quite as small as a child, but it was close enough that Hank never wanted to be mistaken for one. His new face was already infamous on the news, he really didn’t want to look like a child any longer. 

Hank sat down, got in contact with Cyberlife, and demanded they teach him how to properly care for his android body, he didn’t get a choice in this, but he’d be damned if he went out on any terms but his own. So ended up in a taxi on the way to Elijah Kamski’s apartment, four weeks after Hank was no longer a person.

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I sneezed and out came 700 words of pre-canon android Hank.

Oops.

I might continue, just because I love this intro and where I was going with this, but it also might just end up forever unfinished, you’ll have to wait and see. . .

 . . .And I can’t help but wonder, what if it was Cole?

This will be a three-parter, the warnings are there for all parts so you know what you are starting with. The bold parts are in the chapter. Don’t worry, as all my stories this will end good, but there is a bit of bad stuff happening until there will be a good ending in the third part. Just so you are save out there!

Fandom: Detroit become human | Ship: Reed900, Hannor/Hancon | AU: Reverse AU (Warnings: android being shipped off to Cyberlife for analysis of deviancy, loss of privacy, loss of control, most think the android is dead, Grieving Character, Trauma because of past mistakes, Canon-typical violence)

[part2]   [part3]   [part4]

‘Remember, if someone gives you an order, follow it. They mustn’t know it!’ ‘Got it, Sir’, Gavin grinned teasingly at Richard. ‘Gonna be your little obedient robot, just as you like it.’ ‘Gavin!’ Richard wasn’t in the mood for the android’s silly jokes. This was serious. ‘Worry for your own ass out there, Nines. You know me, GV-harder-better-faster-stronger-200. We’ll give them hell!’ ‘Just… be careful, tin-can.’ ‘Will be, meatbag!’

They joined the others in position to storm the building. Their suspect was hiding inside this house with a bunch of his “co-workers”. They would put an end to one of Detroit’s largest drug gangs today, catching their leader and unravelling the whole organisation hopefully. They were waiting for the signal from Captain Allen to charge, as this officially was a SWAT operation. Richard was present as a consultant technically, but his past as a soldier made him qualified. Also, with Cyberlife’s most advanced android by his side, he would be worth a lot. Normally Richard wouldn’t worry as much about Gavin, but this time Connor and his android HK400 was in the team, too. Richard generally liked the android for helping his brother get out of that hole the loss of his son had ripped, but that didn’t change that Hank was just there to find deviant androids. And, well, Gavin was one. He had deviated long ago on a mission, when they both were after some fugitive. They had caught him, and he was driven off back to the precinct and Gavin had kissed him. Since then they hid GV’s true identity successfully. But with Hank this close… Who knew how this ended? Hopefully all would go well.

He didn’t have anymore time to think about the other android, as Captain Allen gave the signal and Richard followed his group. They were jogging through foreign rooms, short status reports of ‘room clear’ muttered into their mics, their breaths and the shuffle of feet and clothing all around them. For a surprisingly long time nothing happened. Then a SWAT officer wanted to open a door and Gavin interfered. ‘I detected multiple persons behind this door.’ Immediately everyone raised their guns and prepared themselves. Richard took a deep breath to steady him, the ghost of a hand touching him reassuringly as everyone was too busy to see the gesture. Then they pushed the door in and stormed into the room to leave the bottleneck behind them as soon as possible. Immediately gunfire was thundering through the room and everyone quickly dove for any cover they could find. It spread them out and most order was quickly lost, but they had the upper hand, surprising the gang members and taking down one after the other with mostly non-lethal shots. Unfortunately, they realised that too, quickly running backwards to leave the room. ‘Gavin! Quick, keep them from fleeing!’, came the order from Captain Allen. ‘Hank, Connor, help him!’ Gavin immediately jumped over the crate from where he had sat next to Richard. He ducked under bullets, calculating them even before they left the gun.  He was already pre-constructing how to advance once in reach of their leader, as a warning covered his HUD.

[Danger! Richard]

He stopped in his tracks, reaching into Connor’s holster to retrieve a gun, then aimed and shot. His bullet hit the criminal that had aligned his gun with Richard’s head in the arm and pushed it to the side, so the bullet hit a wall and not his human’s brain. The gang member next to the one he shot, had seen his action and returned it by shooting Gavin in the abdomen, just over his regulator. Gavin fell, quickly accessing the damage. Nothing vital was hit, but he was losing a lot of Thirium. Only then he realised what he had done. He had been ordered to apprehend the leader, something Hank and Connor were still pursuing. He had used a gun, what was strictly forbidden for androids. And as he looked to the side, he met Hank’s analysing glare. Shit.

I’ll never delete a blog, but I will end up absent from it for a loooong time.