#dbh conner

Didn’t know what to draw for this so

alright, y’all liked the first part to this so i will be continuing, but a fair warning it won’t be updated super regular for a while. and as of now i can’t think of a title, i’ll edit the fics once i get one! without further ado, he’s pt. 2

Fandom: Detroit: Become Human

Pairing:  honestly not too sure, probably Connor x Reader or Ralph x Reader

Warnings: cursing, mentions of drinking, vague allusions to a panic attack, and spoilers to the game

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“-N/). (Y/N)!” Said ‘girl’ jerked her head up at the sound of her name. She let out a small ‘hmm?’ still pretty deep in thought. “Fuckin’ Christ girl, I’m heading out. You have your key right?” The voice, who belonged to Hank, asked. (Y/N) nodded and continued typing up the files at her desk.

“Yeah, I got it. Don’t stay out too late Lt.” Hank rolled his eyes at the (H/C) girl and walked out of the station. (Y/N) finished up her case files and the started getting her things together. ‘What a long day’ (Y/N) made her way outside where a cab was waiting.

After telling it the directions to Hank’s house, and a short ride, (Y/N) was home. She exited the vehicle, walking up to the door and unlocking it. As she made her way inside, she called for the St. Bernard whom she shared the house with. “Sumo, I’m home!”

Upon hearing his name, Sumo ran and tackled (Y/N) to the ground. “Hiya buddy!” She cooed, rubbing the dogs fluffy face.

Once (Y/N) and Sumo finally got off the floor, the android made dinner for Hank leaving it in the microwave. After making dinner, (Y/N) made her way to the couch and started watching TV. A couple of hours soon passed and (Y/N) decided to go into ‘rest mode’ on the couch till morning.

Hank eventually came home in the middle of the night, while (Y/N) rested. The next morning both Hank and (Y/N) went to the police station, very little conversation on the way. “How was your night at Jimmy’s?” (Y/N) asked quietly, knowing full well Hank could have a massive hangover. Hank just shrugged and mumbled something, but the android brushed it off as tired grumbling.

The remainder of the ride was silent minus Hank’s music, they soon made it to the police station. Upon walking in (Y/N) noticed an another android standing near Hank’s desk. The deviant girl grabbed the lieutenant by his sleeve. “Hank! Why in the fuck is there an android next to your desk?”

The older man sighed, “He was bothering me last night. He’s apparently helping us with the deviant cases.” Hank scoffed, trying to continue towards his desk.

(Y/N)’s thirium pump (heart) raced as she yanked on the man’s sleeve again. “Hank Anderson! I am a deviant! An android! He’s going to figure that out! And then… then I’ll be gone…” She whisper-yelled, making sure no one but Hank could hear her. Hank cursed silently, scratching his beard.

(Y/N) was obviously starting to panic; Hank grabbed her shoulders. “Hey, kid! Calm down. Go wait in the break room, I’ll deal with this.” (Y/N) took a few deep breathes and walked into the break room.

The android made Hank a coffee and waited a few minutes before seeing him enter the break-room. “Here, I made you a coffee.” Hank thanked her quietly and took a seat across from her. “So, I think I may have figured out how to continue helping and working on cases without worrying about your new toy.” Hank scoffed at her word choice for the new android.

The (H/C) android continued, “I’m going to go see Elijah Kamski.” Hank sputtered into his coffee, giving her crazy eyes.

“Are you looking to get deactivated? Jesus…” The older man stood up and started pacing slowly.

“I know it’s not the greatest idea but I have a 97% chance of deactivation if that android sees me… with Kamski I only have a 47% chance of getting deactivated. I personally like those odds more.” Hank slowed his pacing to a stop before letting out a sigh, ruffling his shaggy hair.

“Fine… I’ll tell Fowler you feel like shit or something.” He grumbled, still not 100% on board with the plan. (Y/N) gave the lieutenant a big hug and thanking him.

“Hank, you are sent by god. Did I say that right?” She asked, a small smile still lingering on her face.

Hank rolled his eyes, “It’s godsend. Now get outta here, Fowler isn’t going to buy my bullshit if you’re here.” The deviant nodded then continued her way out of the precinct, calling a cab.

A cab was in front of the building in less than 3 minutes. The nervous girl entered said cab, giving it the address to Kamski’s home. ‘What a crazy day… Cyberlife is getting intense with the deviant issues… Well, we’ll see how this goes.’

Hank: *stares at Connor intently*

Connor: ...

Hank: *bites the burger with determination*

Connor: