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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Fandom: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game) | Rating: Explicit | Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence | Relationships: Hank Anderson/Connor/Gavin Reed, Connor/Gavin Reed, Hank Anderson/Connor, Hank Anderson/Gavin Reed, Elijah Kamski & Gavin Reed, Original Chloe | RT600 & Gavin Reed, Original Chloe | RT600/Elijah Kamski
Summary:
Zachary’s eyes meet his, in contempt. Unwilling to talk. The first step they need to overcome. Connor's duty as main interrogator is to get any information he can out of their detainee, be it relevant, unclear, an answer to a non-issue. Find an opening. Follow through.
“Your file says you worked for CyberLife for twelve years,” he continues, “as the head of software. What did that entail?”
“I verified android operating systems and programmed communication security.”
Pursuit: Communication security.
Chapters: 20/?
Additional Tags: Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Android Gavin Reed, Gavin Was Always An Android, Post-Pacifist Best Ending (Detroit: Become Human), Angst, Anti-Android Sentiments (Detroit: Become Human), Gavin Reed is a Mess, Connor is a Mess (Detroit: Become Human), Swearing, like a lot of swearing, Elijah Kamski Being Elijah Kamski, Eventual Smut, Slow Burn, Anxiety Attacks, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Child Abuse
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Hank Anderson/Connor/Gavin Reed, Hank Anderson/Connor, Connor/Gavin Reed
Characters: Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Gavin Reed, Hank Anderson
Additional Tags: Fluff, Implied Sexual Content, Love, Love and affection: Gavin's secret kinks
Summary:
The rain was so heavy, it was as if Heaven was split open, and the world was left to drown in the carnage.
Here, Gavin was in his own little corner of the world. There was a gorgeous man beside him, somewhere beyond himself he heard Pan playing with her toys. Nothing could touch them here.
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AN: I genuinely hope y'all are doing okay. The last few weeks have been extremely stressful and depressing. I hope you know you're allowed to feel through all of it. I def have been <3 Enjoy this new angsty Hankconvin while I work on my mountain of other wips 😎🤣
Bring me back to life again
Ch 1: Sleepless nights screaming like all these voices in my head
Fandom: Detroit Become Human
Ships: Gavin/OC, Hank/Connor, past Hankvin, eventual Convin & Hankconvin
Content Warnings: Domestic Violence/homophobic language
Tags: Hurt/comfort, angst, Post Revolution, Gavin's dating a real piece of shit, Hank and Gavin are exes(for now), Connor/Gavin slow burn, established HankCon
Summary: No one notices Gavin. For years. Until one day, the worst possible person to, does
Preview:
Gavin's dissociation carries over into the next day. He can barely focus on the words on his screen. It’s probably only a matter of time before Jeff puts him on administrative leave. He can’t do this job and not be present. Innocent people get hurt when that happens.
Tina’s made her rounds twice this morning to check on him, only to get her head bitten clean off for her trouble. Thankfully, everyone else took the hint and avoided him like the plague.
Well, everyone but one.
“Good morning, Detective,” the bot chirps brightly, souring Gavin’s already shit mood. His eyes don't move off the screen he's pretending to read.
“What do you want, plastic?”
“I was just bringing you the coffee you asked for.”
Gavin blinks up at Connor. Was he still fucking asleep? He definitely didn't ask the bot for coffee.
“Huh?”
Connor’s smile only got wider, setting the mug of hot coffee on the man’s messy desk.
“I have the voice recording,” he offers, playing the voice clip through a secondary speaker.
“‘Hey! Get me a coffee, dipshit! Well? Get a move on!’”
Gavin winces at his own harsh tone on the playback. He really was in a mood that day…
“You’re bringing me the coffee I asked for,” Gavin confirms, “5 months ago?”
Fandom: detroit become human
Ship: Gavin/OC, Hank/Connor, Hank/Connor/Gavin
Preview:
As they pull up to the familiar food truck, Connor can’t help but smile in amusement.
“The Chicken Feed?”
“What, did you think I was taking you somewhere fancy for our first date?” Gavin sneers sarcastically, misinterpreting Connor’s amusement with the location for its low price point and not its relation to Hank.
Connor holds his tongue and follows Gavin, allowing the situation to play out as it will.
He doesn’t have to wait long.
“Hey Connor,” Gary jeers, “you swapping Dicks for the night?”
Gavin’s head snaps to Connor before he realizes what's been right in front of his face the whole time.
“Ha ha very funny asshole,” Gavin grouses, slapping some bills on the short counter.
“Hello Gary,” Connor nods amicably, “It’s nice to see you too.”
“You must have a type,” Gary says to Connor, starting Gavin’s regular order. “Grouchy with bad taste.”
“It’s your food dickhead,” Gavin objects.
“I’m not the one eating it three times a week,” Gary counters.
“Three times a week,” Connor repeats.
“Hey, don’t rat me out to a cop bot, okay? He’s up my ass enough as it is.”
“Oh, that I’m sure of,” Gary chuckles into the grill loud enough for both Gavin and Connor to hear.
alright no promises on when this is gonna be posted on ao3 but I've been working on the next chapter of Bring me back to life again
Content Warning: Non Consensual Drugging, Sexual Assault
April 27th, 2039: 11:37 PM
Lt. Anderson’s House
[Interaction Successful]
Connor is still smiling when he walks into the home he and Hank now share. Finally, he had an interaction with Gavin go right.
Hank’s sitting at the kitchen table, reading one of the paperback series he’s been hyperfixating on as of late. At least until Connor reaches the kitchen.
“Hey Con,” he greets, setting the book and his glasses down, “how did it go?”
Connor smirks; he should have expected Hank to be waiting up anxiously like a parent of a teenager. Even if he did try to hide it well.
“Better than expected,” Connor nods, locking up behind him for one more moment of stall. “Worse in some regards.”
“Worse how?”
“I don’t think Gavin is cooking the Red Ice. But whoever was there before, definitely did.”
“Okay, well, that's half good, I guess.”
“I agree. Have you eaten?”
“Yes, Mom,” Hank chuckles, brushing Connor off in favor of his book. “Glad you’re home.”
“Me too.” Connor squeezes Hank’s shoulder and kisses the top of his head before excusing himself to the bedroom.
He doesn’t tell Hank about the bruises, yet. Mostly because he’s trying to figure them out for himself. Along with the bad feeling in his gut that flairs like an instinct that a robot shouldn't be able to feel.
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April 28th, 2039: 1:03 AM
Gavin’s apartment
Gavin wakes up to heavy pressure on his side and a rough grip over his mouth. His heart breaks out into a sprint; his body readying itself for the fight it’s about to have. His first instinct is that it's an intruder, some junkie looking for cash, or maybe a con he put away, broken out to finally get their revenge. But once a familiar cologne assaults his nostrils, he’s seething, wishing it were a burglar.
“Noah,” he grits, yanking the hand off his mouth. “What the fuck are you doing here!?”
“Aw baby,” Noah purrs, a sliver of moonlight illuminating his sinister smirk. “I knew you'd miss me.”
“Get the fuck off me!”
“I know we fought sweetheart,” he coos, ignoring Gavin to reposition his body, long legs on either side of him, pinning down the blanket and him under his weight. “but I forgive you.”
Even in the darkness, Gavin can see that his eyes are only pupil. He frowns. Noah’s high as shit. Great.
Gavin sneers hatefully.
“I don't forgive you!
Noah only chuckles, winding his hands up his arms until he has Gavin's wrists pinned too.
“Get off me, Noah!”
“Aw, even after I brought you a gift?”
“Don't fuckin’ want it.”
“Open up, baby.”
“I said no!”
But before Gavin can finish objecting, Noah is blowing some sort of powdered something into his open mouth.
He chokes, attempts to spit it out, but the substance absorbs all the remaining spit in his mouth.
“Noah,” Gavin groans, A bad feeling blooms in his gut.
“See, I knew you'd like it,” Noah chuckles, biting his lower lip. “Cooked it up just for you.”
Gavin can’t feel it. His head is swimming, His limbs sink like stones into the mattress. Fuck. He wants to bite, scream, fight, punch, cry, but he can't move. Not really. He wants to move, but he isn't sure how to get his brain to communicate with his limbs.
Noah's lips are on his throat, kissing just under his ear and sending heat down to his gut. Gavin knows he should be revolted. Instead, his dick is throbbing. He's not sure if it's the fear, the conditioning, or the drugs. All options suck.
He's gonna kill Noah. When he has control of his arms again, that is. He just has to make it till morning. When backup with a gun will be here.
