hi uhmuhmuhm could i request connor dbh helping his s/o re-wrap the bandages for his s/h scars? maybe they got re-opened on accident and in the end they decorate the bandages with little drawings?? if youâre uncomfy with writings this by all means lmk i donât wanna request smthn like this again!! have a lovely dayđ«¶đœ
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A/N: Thank you so much for the request, it's such a cute idea and I loved writing it! I hope this did your request justice! I'm not too familiar with s/h and hope this makes sense. Please know that if you're struggling with anything like this, you're never alone.
WARNINGS: past self-harm scars (not descriptive), blood
Y/N was laying back on the cushions of his couch, eyes locked on the entertaining movie that was playing on the tv. His eyes trailed each scene, his mind numbing as he got into the action.
An itch on Y/Nâs arm makes him quietly grumble, his eyes remaining on the screen as he scratches his wrist. But instead of feeling the sweet satisfaction of easing an itch, he feels a strong burning sensation. Y/N winces as he looks down at his arm, eyes widening as he sees where exactly he had scratched.
Y/Nâs previous wounds had been opened up due to the excessive scratching on his wrist, Y/N used his other hand to cover the cuts that had started to seep blood.
Y/N stands up, bee-lining to the bathroom to avoid making a mess. He rushes past Connor, who had been in the kitchen. Y/N steps into the bathroom, closing and locking the door as he turns the tap on. Y/N cups water in his hand before letting it gently fall onto his burning wounds, wincing at the feeling.
Connor turns his head at the sound of loud and rushed steps, his LED turning a soft yellow at the sound of the bathroom door quickly closing. He puts aside whatever he was doing to walk over to the bathroom, gently knocking on the door as he called out to Y/N.
âY/N? Are you okay in there?â
Y/N turns at the sound of his boyfriend, sighing as he walks over and slowly opens the door. Y/N looks into Connorâs eyes, a slightly saddened look on his face as he brings his arm into Connorâs view. âIt was an accident, I didnât mean to reopen them..â
Connor looks down at the wounds, his irises scanning the severity of it, seeing they were Y/Nâs past self-inflicted injuries. He notices Y/Nâs distress and nodded slowly, joining him deeper into the bathroom. The android holds his hand out to Y/N, taking his hand in his own as he guides the worried man to the edge of the bathtub.
âItâs okay, Y/N. Letâs get them cleaned up, okay?â
Connor smiles up at the man as he grabs a first aid kit from the sink cabinet, opening it and crouching in front of Y/N. Connor pulls out some wipes and a bandage, gently cleaning the weeping wounds, they hadnât been fully opened, only letting out small drops of blood.
Connor gently wraps the bandage around Y/N's wrist, making sure it was tight enough to stop the bleeding but not tight enough to cause the man discomfort. "Does it hurt at all, love?" Connor looks from the wound into Y/N's eyes, giving him a soft and reassuring smile.
"Just stings a bit. Thank you, Connor."
Connor nods before leaning his head down, gently pulling Y/N's arm up to place a soft kiss on his boyfriend's bandages. "There, all cleaned up." Y/N's worries seem to disappear at Connor's soft actions, giving a thankful nod to the android.
"I love you, Y/N."
"I love you too, Connor. Thank you."
Connor stands up from his spot, gently pulling Y/N up with him. The android wraps his arms around his lover, pulling him close as he kisses his cheek. "I'm always here for you, Y/N."
Y/N gives the other man a small nod, thankful for his partner's care. Connor takes a hold of Y/N's hand again, gently pulling him out of the bathroom and back into the living room. Connor pulls Y/N over to the couch, signaling for him to sit down.
As Y/N sits down, Connor walks over to the nearby desk, grabbing a couple markers and bringing them over to where the other man sat. Connor holds up the markers before smiling at his partner.
"Which colour do you want?"
Y/N confusedly smiled, pointing to one of his favourite colours of the bunch, Connor handing it to him. Connor puts aside the other markers as he grabs one for himself. Connor pulls off the lid and brings the tip to the newly wrapped bandages, he looks up into Y/N's eyes, almost like he was asking for permission.
Y/N realises what Connor wanted to do and warmly smiles, nodding softly before Connor gently doodles on the bandages. Connor starts off with soft little squiggles, then starts to use a little more focus as he draws the face of a familiar dog.
"Look, it's Sumo."
Y/N giggles at the sweet gesture, grateful for Connor's ability to calm him and brighten his mood. Y/N takes off the lid from his own marker, drawing small little pictures beside the ones Connor drew.
The two spent the evening laughing at their poorly drawn doodles, making each other smile as the night grew darker and Y/N's worries were replaced with gratitude.
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Prompt: In this universe, you are supposed to receive a tattoo of your soulmateâs name on your 18th birthday. Â However, you being the lucky winner, never received one on that special day. Â After years go by, you began to accept the fact that maybe you were never destined to have a soulmate until one day, on August 5th, 2038, you see a certain individualâs name gets written on your wrist. Â Not only is it odd that your soulmate tattoo wasnât given to you on your 18th birthday but that in reality, your soulmate isnât even human.
Word Count: 1749 words
A/N: Hi friends! Iâm back with another part!  Just an FYI, I skipped through âThe Nestâ chapter since I didnât think it really fit with how I wanted the characters to develop so we are just going to pretend that never happened.  Iâve also skipped through some other chapters from the game that I thought were too boring and I really donât want to bore you guys. This part and the next one are going to be kind of slow but I swear it will pick up a little....hopefully...I donât know. Â
Feedback is always appreciated and I know this part sucked so nitpick all you want! (I need it because writing is really not my strong suit).Â
Connor was facing a dilemma. Â He knew what his purpose was, how he was supposed to hunt deviants and search for their source of deviancy. Â He also knew that he was a machine, a machine who was not supposed to feel emotions or disobey his master. Â However, the moment he met you, everything seemed to change within him. Â He no longer truly knew what he was or how he was supposed to act. Â For the first time ever, he did not know what to do.
Connor opened his eyes and was met with the sight of the peaceful Zen Garden. Â The words, âTalk to Amandaâ appeared at the corner of his eye. Â Connor looked around the area before landing on Amandaâs figure standing on the center island by a wall of roses. Â He slowly made the walk to her while trying to formulate proper sentences which would not upset her nor make him lose her trust.
Once Connor had reached a comfortable speaking distance from her, he introduced himself, âHello Amanda.â
Amanda looked over her shoulder before replying, âConnor, itâs good to see you.â
Amanda smiled at him before snipping off a flower in front of her. Â She proceeded to congratulate Connor on successfully locating the deviant as well as properly extracting a confession. Â She also praised Connor for his achievements while also asking a series of questions of what he has discovered along the way. Â
Amanda paused for a moment as she sprayed her flowers with water. Â Connor had hoped that their conversation would be over so he wouldnât have to face any more of her questioning, especially ones involving you.
âBoth Lieutenant Anderson and Officer (Y/L/N) have been assigned to the deviancy cases. Â What do you make of them?â
Connor paused for a moment, carefully thinking of what to say. Â âLieutenant Anderson seems a bit dysfunctional. Â He clearly has some personal issues which impact his professional behavior. Â He also seems to want to have nothing to do with this investigation or Androids overall.â
âUnfortunately, we have no other choice but to work with him,â she replied, âWhat about the other?â
Connor paused once more, but this time, he was taking more time to properly say what he wanted to say without upsetting Amanda. But what could he say?  He couldnât tell her that he hasnât stopped thinking about you since last night or that the image of your smile was engraved in his mind.  After careful thought, Connor spoke again, âShe seems to be very invested in her work, unlike her coworker.  However, she also seems to be troubled by something, more troubled the moment I introduced myself to her.  Overall, sheâs a very intriguing character and I wish to learn more about her.â
Amanda stopped what she was doing and slowly turned around to face Connor. Â âMore and more androids are showing signs of deviancy. Â If they are not stopped, destruction and chaos will occur. Â You are the only one who can stop this outcome. Â There are no room for...distractions,â she ended, clearly referencing Connorâs description of you.
Connor nodded as he watched Amanda walk away.
You anxiously tapped your fingers on your thigh as you sat on your couch. Â You kept glancing over at your phone which sat face down on the coffee table, taunting you with its presence. You were eager to call Hank and talk to him about the events of last night and what it had felt like to meet Connor; however, you were worried about how he would react which kept you from making the call. Â
After a few more minutes of you contemplating whether or not to bother your easily-annoyed coworker, you picked up the phone and pressed the dial button on his profile. Â
âHello?â Hank asked.
âDo you think, and Iâm asking out of full curiosity, itâs possible for someoneâs soulmate to be an android?â you asked without warning.
âWhat?â Hank asked. Â
âDo you think itâs possible for someoneâs soulmate to be an android?â
âHell no, Androids arenât alive; they arenât meant to have soulmates. Â Wait, why are you even asking this?â he asked, clearly uncomfortable with your question. Â
âThink about it Hank, my tattoo says Connor, my soulmate tattoo says Connor. Â The next Connor I meet just happens to be an Android detective working with us, this has to mean something.â
âOh hell no, you donât actually think that that plastic cop is your soulmate do you?â
âJust hear me out Hank,â you replied.
âLook kiddo, I donât have time for this,â he said as he threatened to end the call. Â
âHank!â you exclaimed, stopping him from doing so, âjust listen.â
You heard Hank sigh through the phone before he replied, âContinue.â
âLast night, when I met Connor, it wasnât like I was just meeting another Android, it was like I was meeting another human being. Â And, I donât know, I just canât stop thinking about him, how he acts, how he talks. Â Itâs like Iâm a teenager all over again experiencing a first crush or something and itâs driving me insane. Â Last night was the first time Iâve felt like that with anyone in a very long time and I canât just ignore it,â you said.
Hank stayed silent for a couple of seconds as he processed everything that you had just said. Â âPlease say something,â you begged, worried of what Hank might think.
âI donât buy it,â he said.
âWhat do you mean?â
âI donât think the universe made you wait this long for a fucking Android. Â You deserve better than that,â he replied.
Before you could object, Hank had already ended your call, clearly thinking that you were delusional. Â You leaned your head back against your seat while running your fingers through your hair in frustration. Â Maybe you were crazy and maybe you were in over your head; however, nothing else could explain these rush of feelings from the night before. Â
The next time you ran into Connor was later that night when you heard someone knock on the front door to your apartment. Â You carefully put down your cup of tea before getting up from your seat to answer the door. Â You truly did not expect to see Connor standing at your door. Â
âHi Connor,â you said with a bit of surprise, âWhatâs up?â
Connor looked at you up and down for a split second, noticing how you had on black rimmed glasses for a -1.00 prescription and you were wearing comfortable loungewear. Â
âHello Officer, sorry to bother you so late. Â I have just received word of another deviancy case just downtown and wanted to inform you. Â I also thought it would be better if you were with me before I talked to Lieutenant Anderson.â
You smiled and nodded before replying, âCome in, just give me five minutes.â
You took a few steps back, opening the door wider, allowing Connor to walk in. Â Connor looked around your home thinking to himself that it was very cozy and comfortable for one person (maybe even two). Â
âIâll be right back, but make yourself at home,â you said before retreating to your bedroom to get dressed. Â
Connor took this opportunity to learn more about you, in hopes to better his relationship with you. Â The first thing that caught his eye was the lonesome white mug on your island which was still steaming. Â Connor took a second to analyze the contents of the cup. Â He noticed that you had brewed a cup of tea, assuming it was your favorite, with exactly 15 grams of sugar. Â
Connor exited your kitchen and came across a photo album which sat in the middle of your coffee table. Â He picked up the book and noticed a photo of you and Hank with the words, âHappy Birthdayâ engraved on its cover. Â
Connor opened the book and flipped through the photos of you and your presumed close friends at the DPD and various locations in Detroit, all of which had you in mid laughter or with a huge smile on your face.  Connor found your smile so charming and genuine. He lightly traced the outline of your face with his fingertips, the edges of his mouth turning slightly upwards. He was so captivated by your photo that he failed to notice you had already left your room and was standing next to him.
âWhat are you looking at?â you asked as you tried to tame the stray hairs on your head and pull them in a proper ponytail.
âI was-I was just looking at your photo album,â Connor said, somewhat startled by your presence.
You laughed slightly before placing your hand on his shoulder, âSorry for scaring you.â
Connor quickly glanced at your hand, the warmth of your fingers seemed to burn through his skin. Â
âDo you want to see something funny?â you asked, snapping Connor out of his thoughts.
Connor nodded slightly before handing the photo album to you. Â You quickly flipped to a certain page of the album and pointed at a picture of you and Hank. Â Connor studied the picture for a bit, trying to understand the situation. Â
âIs that Lieutenant Anderson,â he paused, âin a crab costume?â
You laughed inwardly before replying, âYes, yes it is. This picture was taken on Halloween and we made a bet the night before. Basically, if the Detroit Gears beat the Boston Celtics, I would have to wear a ridiculous costume of his choice; however, if the Celtics won, Hank would have to wear a crab costume.  Guess who won,â you said in between laughs. Â
Although Connor did find Hankâs appearance to be very entertaining, he was completely drawn to your laugh. Â The pictures he had seen in your booklet did not truly capture the beauty of your smile. Â The way your eyes crinkled up, how your eyes literally lit up, and how the sound of your laugh was very pleasant to listen to, almost like a melody. Â Your laughter made Connor begin to smile and for the first time, he had experienced genuine happiness. Â
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âAnyways,â you said before your eyes met with Connorâs. Â
You both froze for a brief second getting lost in each other's eyes. Â After a few seconds, you shook your head slightly and cleared your throat, breaking the silence between the two of you. Â You closed the photo album in your hand and placed it back in its original position. Â
âReady to go?â you asked Connor.
Connor nodded before following you out of your apartment and into the cold night air of Detroit. Â
Hi! Me again. I think I now read all Connor x male reader fan fics and I need more. So that is my request. Connor x male reader. Also, If you are comfortable doing so, could you add a little bit of spice? Not much. And only as long as you are comfortable. Luv u
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A/N: Thank you again for the requests, we really appreciate it! Unfortunately neither of us feel comfortable writing spice yet, but I tried to make it seem like heâs head-over-heels for the reader instead! Most dialogue at the start is taken from the actual game, I think itâs obvious where it doesnât become canon anymore.
Connor was determined to catch these deviants; they had caused too much harm, and he was ready to put an end to them. "Hank," he heard Fowlerâs voice, turning, he saw a young man in uniform behind him. "This is Detective L/N; he will also assist you in your cases." He continued. Before Hank could complain, Fowler had left the group. "Evening Lt." You give a quick nod to the older man. He groans before muttering a greeting. Connor couldnât help but stare, you seemed.. different. Your gaze turns to the android "And who might you be?" You send a small smile his way. "My name is Connor, Iâm the android sent by Cyberlife." He quickly rises from his seat, offering it to you instead. You thank him as you take a seat, hastily checking through deviant cases as Connor stands beside you.
Hank had taken both you and Connor to âChicken Feedâ, his favourite food truck. You stood against one of the tables with Connor as Hank stood in front of the vendor, ordering food for himself. "I donât mean to alarm you, Detective, but I think Hankâs friends are engaged in illegal activities." You couldnât help but chuckle at the android, this wasnât your first time being partnered up with Hank, so you knew not to worry. "People do what they can to get by, I think itâs fine as long as it doesnât hurt anyone." You shrug. Connor slowly nods, your laugh making his circuits buzz; he felt what he assumed, people call, butterflies? He had never felt his insides do that before and made a note to talk about it with Amanda later. You pat him on the shoulder and say, "Donât worry âbout Hank; he's a bright guy." Connor felt his skin heat up at the touch, his fan speeding up as he overheated. Now he was worried. Before you could ask if he was alright, Hank had come with his meal.
It wasnât until after you had met Kamski that you brought his behaviour up. He had chosen not to shoot Chloe, instead choosing to lose any information he couldâve gained from Kamski. You had all met back up on the bridge. Hank sat on the bench facing the river as you and Connor leaned against the railing. You looked over at the android beside you. "Why didnât you shoot her, Connor?" You meekly asked. Connorâs face scrunched up, "I-Iâm not sure, I just couldnât." He looked down, staring at the water instead of at you. "Con" His eyes drift upward, the same butterflies rising in his chest. "You showed empathy, empathyâs a human emotion, Connor." Connor felt conflicted at that. He wasnât a deviant; he couldnât be. But when he looked back at you, he couldnât get rid of the way you made him feel. The thoughts he had of you drifted through his mind, ones he knew he couldnât pursue. Wait, feelings? Thoughts?Â
The next day, Connor went to Hankâs house, determined to get an answer to how he'd been feeling. He was about to knock but saw that the door was unlocked, so instead he walked right in. "Lieutenant," he said, nodding at the man sitting down. "Jesus fucking Christ, Connor. Knock next time, god." The gruff voice echoed through the room. "Sorry, Lieutenant, itâs important." Connor takes a seat beside the rough-looking man. "Why couldnât you go bother Y/N instead?" Connor quickly shook his head. "I was going to, but I think it involves him." Hankâs curious gaze lingers on Connor. "Go on," he insists. "My system has been acting up whenever I come into contact with Y/N." Hankâs brows furrow as he gestures for the android to continue. "My body heats up, and I feel a sort of buzzing in my chest when he speaks." He says, placing a hand to his chest, the sound of his fan overworking at the thought of the young detective. Hank chuckles before erupting in laughter. Connor tilts his head at the older man's actions.
"Youâre in love, Connor."
Connor dead-panned. Love? He wasnât in love. He wasnât able to love; Androids arenât able to love. His mind races over every interaction the two of you had, scanning over every detail. Shit. Maybe he was in love. "-onnor?" Heâs brought back to reality by the amused Lieutenant. "Itâs alright to be in love, Connor. In fact, I think heâs fallen for you too." Connorâs quick to reply, "Heâs in love with me? How do you know?" Hank shakes his head. "You youngsters are so obvious it hurts." He pauses. "You should go tell him how you feel, Connor. God knows youâre not gonna get anywhere talking to me about this."
Hank was right. Connor rushed out, hearing the gruff manâs laughter as he left. He was quick to reach your house, quickly knocking. He heard a muffled "Coming" from behind the door before you opened it. Looking at you now that he knew what heâd been feeling was nerve-wracking. "Hey Connor, whatâs up?" You open the door, dressed in casual clothes he hasnât seen before. He canât deny how good you look right now. He reprimands himself before looking into your eyes. He had never felt so nervous to speak up before. "Y/N." You nod, smiling curiously at the oddly jittery android. "Yeah Con?"
"Iâm in love with you, Y/N." You choke on the breath you had taken, his straightforwardness catching you off guard. "Oh wow." You pause. "I wasnât expecting that." You awkwardly laugh. "I, uh, I think I'm in love with you too, Connor." Connor's cheeks flush blue as he smiles. You feel yourself grin wider at the blushing android. You slowly reach a hand to his cheek and ask, "May I?" Connorâs head tilts in confusion. "Kiss you, Connor. May I kiss you?" You giggle. Connorâs eyes widen before nodding, your smiles being felt on each other's lips. Connor was the first to pull away. "Does this mean weâre together?" You take a breath before nodding. "If thatâs what you would like, Con." The now blue-faced android rests his head against your chest. "Thank you, Y/N."
A/N: This is so much longer than I thought it would be, I was only expecting to write 400 words or so. I think I hit 1000 lol. Sorry if there is a lot of filler. I'm really bad at writing for Connor, sorryyy.
Hi! I wanted to request a Connor(dbh) x male reader story. I'd love to read more of your stories!
Morning Routines
A/N: Thank you so so much for the request! I haven't played DBH in a while so apologies if Connorâs a bit ooc. This hasn't got as much romance as I was hoping it would, but I hope it's still alright. Just let me know if something is off and I'll fix it.
The sound of loud beeping wakes you up, you grunt as you turn, snoozing the alarm. Collapsing back on the bed, you look over at your boyfriend beside you. His LED starts to turn on as he opens his eyes. You run a hand through his hair "G'morning Connor" You rasped, flashing him a lopsided smile. His yellow LED flickers before remaining blue "Good Morning Y/N '' His lively voice ringing in your ears. He smiles as you lean down, planting a kiss against his lips. The two of you share a passionate kiss before you slowly lean away, properly sitting up on the bed.
You stretch your muscles, hearing a couple pops. You steadily get out of bed, still dazed and tired, you make your way to the bathroom. You hear Connor shuffle out of bed and his footsteps heading to the kitchen. You splash some cold water on your face, the feeling waking you up. You slick a few pieces of flyaways down, deciding to fix yourself up after you've eaten.
You make your way to the kitchen, the smell of (Favourite Breakfast) filling the house. You watch as Connor gets it ready, clearly focusing on perfecting it. You walk over to him, placing your arms around his waist, smiling into his neck. "Thank you, Love" Connor grins as he puts it on a plate, turning to place a chaste kiss on your cheek before setting the plate on the dining table. "Of course" He replies, the both of you sitting down.
The two of you talk as you finish your breakfast, conversations of work, plans for the next week and the wellbeing of each other fill the kitchen. You stand once you've finished your meal, bringing your plate to the sink to wash it, you stop as you feel a hand on your shoulder "I'll do it, get yourself ready" The brunette tilts his head as he grins. His soft voice making your heart swell, you thank him before making your way to the shower.
You lean your head back as the warm water hits your chest, taking a quick minute to relax before actually cleaning yourself up. You're out of the shower a few minutes later, you put on your work clothes, quickly drying and styling your hair before brushing your teeth. Once sorting yourself out, you go back to the living room, seeing Connor waiting for you on the couch. You sit next to him, bringing an arm around him as the two of you watch whatever was playing on the tv. Your head moves to lean on his own placed on your shoulder, softly kissing his forehead. The two of you sit in peace, relaxing as the quiet murmurs of the tv filled the room.
A/N: Thank you so guys for the requests, we really appreciate them!