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Chapter 4 is up, and the theme is Calm. Enjoy the fluff everyone!
“Come on, Connor, it’s time to go,” Hank said from behind Connor, breaking through his focus. They were at a crime scene, or more like revisiting a crime scene. The murder had happened two nights ago and they’d made no progress since. Connor was hoping he might be able to find more clues.
“You can head home, Lieutenant. I can continue looking around on my own,” he said, not bothering to turn around. His focus was already returning to the scene. Tape outlined where the victim, an AV500 named Troy, had been found. No biocomponents were missing which likely ruled out black market sales as a motive, and no thirium was taken either. No, what wasn’t in Troy’s body had been splattered along the wall and pooled around him. Despite the two days that had passed, Connor could still see it. He’d died from-
“Like hell, I’m leaving you here alone,” Hank interrupted his thoughts again. “You’d probably spend the whole night here.”
“I wouldn’t,” Connor replied.
“Uhuh,” Hank didn’t sound convinced, “And what if whoever did this comes back, huh?”
“At least then I would have a chance to catch them,” he muttered. He hadn’t meant to say it out loud, knowing how Hank would react, but it was too late now.
“Are you serious right now?”
“I need to solve this.” Connor crossed his arms over his chest, staring hard at the tape outline. This was the third homicide case to come to them this week, and the only one with any evidence.
Hank made a noise of exasperation but Connor tuned it out. Troy had died from blunt trauma to the head, damaging his processor. The apartment showed signs of forced entry, so it likely wasn’t someone he knew or at least anyone he was on friendly terms with. And adding to that was the fact that it hadn’t just been one blow. No, whoever did this had struck him over and over until his face was barely recognizable. Connor couldn’t place if the hatred was personal or bigotry, but there was no question about the emotion driving this crime.
“Connor, look at me.”
Troy had tried to fight back or struggle at the very least. The coffee table was shoved out of place and a lamp was knocked over, shattering the bulb. He hadn’t managed to land any blows, not any that left evidence behind. No blood or thirium from another android. Connor had taken enough samples to be sure of the second. But maybe closer inspection could reveal something he missed.
“Connor!” Hank stepped in front of him now, blocking his vision and giving him no choice but to acknowledge his partner. He clenched his jaw, glaring at him.
“Yes?"
“What’s gotten into you?”
“Nothing has ‘gotten into me’, Lieutenant. I’m trying to solve this case.”
“I thought we were over this obsession with completing missions.”
Connor stiffened, crossing his arms over his chest. That wasn’t what this was about, surely Hank knew that. “There is nothing wrong with wanting to do my job,” he snapped back.
“All I’m saying is that you’re gonna burn out at this rate, kid.”
“I’m fine, and it isn’t really any concern of yours, Lieutenant. You can leave whenever you want,” he tried to move around Hank but was caught by a firm grip around his arm.
“Like hell it isn’t my concern! Jesus fucking Christ, do you always have to be this difficult?” he near shouted. Connor couldn’t place his expression. It wasn’t angry, but it certainly was intense. He felt his own irritation faltering in the face of it and he looked away.
“I am not being difficult on purpose.”
“Could’ve fooled me,” Hank sighed, grip loosening marginally on his arm. “I get that you’re frustrated by our progress on this, but staying here all night isn’t going to fix that. You need a break.”
A small frown tugged at Connor’s lips as he met Hank’s eyes again. “I know… But I don’t think I’d be able to stop thinking about it even if I left now, so,” he shrugged, “what’s the point?”
“The point is you need sleep.”
“Stasis.”
“Whatever. You need to rest. So just come home now and we can come back here first thing tomorrow, alright?”
“Okay,” Connor finally relented.
“And no thinking about the case.”
“Hank-”
“Connor.”
Connor glared a little. “Fine.”
Hank always complained about him being too stubborn, and yet it was always the lieutenant who seemed to win out in the end. Hank smiled, dropping his grip to Connor’s hand instead and tugging him out of the house. It felt wrong to be leaving without having made any progress but Hank didn’t give him a moment to pause now that he’d agreed to leave, and before he knew it they were in the car.
He hadn’t paid much attention to the time before, but now Connor was noticing just how late it was. It was already dark out, the sun having set at some point while they were investigating.
Hank switched the radio from the heavy metal that was playing earlier to a jazz playlist. It wasn’t quite as lively as what they usually listened to, taking on a more mellow tone. Connor knew what Hank was trying to do but that didn’t stop it from working. The music was soothing, easing stress levels he hadn’t even noticed had risen in the first place. He relaxed back into the seat, allowing himself to enjoy it until they got home.
“Less grouchy now?” Hank smirked at him as he turned off the car.
“I was never grouchy in the first place,” Connor said, getting out. Hank followed behind. He was still smirking at him, and it almost made Connor feel a little embarrassed. Maybe he had been a tad agitated. He could realize that now that his stress levels had lowered.
“The music helped,” he admitted.
“There we go,” Hank unlocked the front door. Sumo was overjoyed to see them, treating their prolonged absence with all the drama he felt it deserved. That meant nearly knocking Connor to the ground in his excitement to plant his paws on the android’s shoulders, and it was only Hank’s steadying hand that kept him upright.
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Opps, meant to post this yesterday but it totally slipped my mind. Chapter 3 is out and the prompt is Troubled.
Here’s a little preview~
Hank glanced up from his computer screen to the desk across from him again, probably for the millionth time in the past hour. Connor sat in his chair, posture tense and LED spinning a stressed yellow. His eyes were fixed on his own terminal, but Hank doubted he was actually paying much attention to it.
A blinding snowstorm raged outside. It’d started light, but then ramped up too suddenly for them to leave. Now the roads were covered, far too dangerous to drive on, leaving them stuck here until the damn thing passed. Them and a few of their other coworkers who had the misfortune of working the same shift. Hank had already decided that he and Connor were going to take the next day off as soon as they got out of here since they were basically working a double now.
The wind howled outside and the lights over the bullpen flickered momentarily. Gavin swore from off to the side.
“If this shit deletes my fucking report…”
Hank ignored the grumbling, paying more attention to Connor who had flinched - really more of a twitch - and now looked even more locked in place. He rolled his chair away from his own desk until he was parked next to Connor.
“How’re you holding up, kid?” he asked, keeping his voice low.
Connor only looked at him for a moment before his eyes glanced around the room then settled back on his computer screen where the same case file had been open for the last hour. His LED flickered red for half a second then cycled back to yellow.
“Fine.”
Hank sighed and scooched his chair closer. “You know you can tell me if you aren’t, right?” he pressed.
“I know,” his eyes looked over Hank’s shoulder at the rest of the bullpen again, “but I’m managing. I’m okay. Really.”
Hank wanted to press more but didn’t see that ending like he wanted, so he simply patted Connor’s shoulder and rolled back to his own desk.
“Alright. But you let me know if that changes.”
“Of course, Lieutenant.”
Hank rolled his eyes. They were well beyond the point of formal titles, and yet Connor still insisted on calling him that at work. Hank would almost call it endearing, but he’d never say it out loud. After all, his reputation as a hard-boiled police lieutenant was barely hanging on by a thread at this point.
He pulled up a case report of his own and began working his way through it. For once his backlog was short, just this and one other case. He and Connor had taken to splitting up the things fifty-fifty and he was almost positive the android had already finished his stack. Hank was trying to drag his out to have something to do while trapped in here, but he could only go so slow with these things.
A coffee break certainly wouldn’t hurt that goal. He’d already had a couple, but it’d been at least an hour so he was due for another. He stood up from his desk, taking one last glance at Connor, before grabbing his mug and meandering over to the break room. Tina was in there, nursing her own cup of coffee and staring down at her phone.
He went to the coffee machine, which was thankfully still hot. Looks like Tina had made a fresh pot. He picked it up and poured the steaming liquid into his mug. The liquid burned when he took a sip, but it helped wake him up.
”Think this’ll pass anytime soon?” he asked. Tina glanced up from her phone for a moment, giving a tired sigh.
“Not likely. The storm doesn’t stop until two at the earliest.” And then they still had to wait for the plows to pass through and clear the roads.
“Of course...” he muttered. He’d really hoped he wouldn’t have to spend the whole night here, or at least that it’d be the plows holding him up and not the storm. Instead, they’d have to sit through another seven hours at least of this. He took another sip of his coffee, leaning against the counter behind him. His slacking off was cut short though when he heard Gavin raising his voice from the bullpen.
“Could you stop it with the fucking light show already, tin can? Some of us are trying to focus,” he snapped.
“I didn’t realize you were so incompetent a light is enough to prevent you from working,” Connor snapped back. Hank’s eyes widened, and he turned to Tina who had an equally shocked expression.
“The fuck did you say to me?”
”Can you leave me the fuck alone for one night?”
Tina’s jaw dropped and Hank swore under his breath, setting his mug on the counter and speed walking out of the break room. He heard Tina following behind him. He’d only heard Connor curse once before, and he knew it couldn’t mean anything good. Everyone in the bullpen was staring in varying levels of shock, Gavin looking the worst of them all. He was also the first to break out of it though, face twisting in anger.
He shot up from his desk and stormed toward Connor. Hank knew he needed to intervene, but he only made it halfway across the bullpen before Gavin reached his partner. He fisted a hand in the android’s shirt, yanking him up.
“Don’t touch me!” Connor shouted, and at the same moment, his fist connected with Gavin’s face. A loud crack rang through the room followed by the detective cursing and screaming as he fell onto his ass. Hank would’ve congratulated Connor for finally socking the asshole if he didn’t see the barely concealed panic in his eyes. And then Connor sped from the room, disappearing down the hallway leading to the interview rooms. Gavin stumbled to his feet ready to follow, but Hank stepped in, grabbing him by the back of the shirt and halting him in his tracks.
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shoutout to everyone who wants to infodump but cant string together coherent thoughts to form sentences and instead just look at you like this
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Chapter 2 is up, and the prompt is Light!
Like last time, here’s a little preview below, and the rest is on my AO3.
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Hank pulled into the small parking lot, ignoring the dingy state of it even as his shoe crunched on a discarded soda can as soon as he stepped out of the car. The afternoon sun sinking towards the horizon behind him illuminated the selection of bottles displayed in the front window of the liquor store. He walked up to the window, peering in at the selection. Light glinted off the bottles reflecting off each other in a way that seemed to illuminate them like a beacon. It was just what he needed.
He went through the door, the small bell at the top ringing his entrance. He went to the back of the store, scanning over the various bottles of whiskey lined up on the shelves. He’d need to get a small one, something he could bring home unnoticed to keep Connor from bitching at him about it. Connor was a good kid, but he was still an android. He didn’t understand that sometimes Hank just needed this, needed something to block out that cloud hanging over his life that crept up on him again and again. And because Connor didn’t get it he’d look at Hank with those disappointed puppy-eyes of his and make a fuss about how good Hank had been doing lately. That’s the whole reason there wasn’t already any liquor at home.
But Hank wasn’t doing good, not by a long shot. He’d been cutting back on drinking, but that didn’t mean he was okay. No, that cloud was back again and today it was storming. Connor would just have to get over it for tonight because Hank needed this. This is what would really help him to ‘do good’. Or at least he’d be so drunk he wouldn’t care.
He picked up a bottle of the strongest stuff he could find, but one small enough to slip into the pocket of his coat. They were deep pockets, thankfully, but not enough to go for his usual bottle of Black Lamb. This would have to do.
Bringing the bottle up to the counter, he paid and then slipped the bottle now wrapped in a paper bag into his coat. It was a comforting weight, a reminder that he was close to finally being able to drown out this shit day. All he had to do was get home and lock himself in his room. Connor might pout, but it wouldn’t matter as long as Hank didn’t have to see it. He could pretend it wasn’t happening right along with everything else as he enjoyed his drink.
As soon as he was in his car the bottle tempted him, but even in his current mood, he knew he should at least wait until he got home. So he cranked up the stereo until the car’s frame vibrated with heavy metal beats. He screamed along with the lyrics the rest of the way home.
When he pulled into the driveway the sun was grazing the horizon, ready to disappear before the hour was up. The lights were on in the house, glowing a soft yellow.
Instead of immediately getting out, Hank sat in his now quiet car. Hank had been forced to stay later at work to wrap up a few case reports he’d been putting off so Connor got home ahead of him. While it gave him the opportunity to stop for his drink, he still wouldn’t be able to completely avoid him. With all the lights on that meant Connor was in the living room, which wasn’t surprising, but it meant he couldn’t sneak in unnoticed. He tapped his finger against the steering wheel, waiting a few more seconds as if it could magically make Connor not be waiting to bother him the second he walked through the door. The lights remained on.
Hank groaned and heaved himself out of the car before trudging up to the door. Up close now, he could hear Connor’s voice drifting through from inside. He was saying something to Sumo in the most awkward baby voice Hank had ever heard. Hank’s lips twitched but didn’t make it all the way to a smile. Maybe if he was lucky Connor would be too distracted with the dog and Hank could do what he wanted.
He pulled out his keys, double-checking the whiskey was still safely concealed in his coat pocket, before unlocking the door and pushing it open. Connor was in the kitchen, crouched in front of Sumo with a hand squishing either side of the dog’s face. He looked up at Hank’s entrance, the smile remaining as both he and Sumo got up.
“Welcome home, Hank,” he greeted. Sumo bounded over, nearly knocking Hank down in his excitement. He gave the dog a few quick pats to hopefully placate him enough to slip by.
“Hey,” he returned the greeting, eyes darting to the hallway. If he just continued walking now he could be in his room and continue on as he planned. The bottle weighed down his coat on the side and Hank belatedly wondered if it was obvious something was in the pocket. He started toward the hall.
“If you’re hungry I made lasagna. It’s almost finished baking,” Connor said, causing Hank to pause. The kid didn’t seem like he was suspicious of Hank yet. He was fidgeting but his LED was still a clam blue.
“Chris gave me the recipe. He promised it wouldn’t be too complicated, so it should come out okay,” Connor added.
Connor had been absolutely terrible at cooking when he moved in with Hank after the revolution. It wasn’t something he was programmed to do and his first dish looked more like a poisoning attempt than a meal. But he wasn’t deterred. And instead of just downloading the program, he decided he was going to learn how to cook the old-fashioned way. Maybe that was why he always got this nervous energy about him when making something new for the first time.
“It smells good. I’ll have some after I get changed,” Hank said. It did smell good, really good actually, now that Hank bothered to pay attention. And the way Connor’s smile brightened at his comment killed any impatience he may have been feeling. He could always eat real quick and then have his drink.
He went to his room, and quietly closed the door behind him. He took the whiskey bottle out and quickly stashed it in one of the drawers in his closet. Then he changed out of his work clothes into something more comfortable. He didn’t linger too long, knowing he probably wouldn’t leave the room if he did, and went back to the kitchen. Connor was pulling a dish from the oven, and the whole room was filled with the smell. Sumo stood near the counter, eyes tracking the food as he dripped drool all over the floor.
Hank walked up behind Connor to peek over his shoulder at the lasagna. It was a little burnt around the edges but otherwise looked as good as it smelled. He grabbed a plate and a fork, and let Connor cut out a serving for him. It was practically overflowing with meat and cheese, spilling out onto Hank’s plate as soon as Connor put the slice down.
“I see you didn’t mess with the recipe to make it healthier,” Hank noted, taking his plate to the table. Sumo lay down next to him, resting his head on his feet to better beg for a taste.
“I wanted to follow the recipe exactly first. I can make adjustments next time,” Connor said. He went to the fridge and grabbed water for Hank and a thirium for himself. As an android, he couldn’t really eat, but he’d still usually have some thirium to sit and eat with Hank so he wasn’t just staring at him.
“Besides, I figured you would enjoy it more this way,” Connor noted as he also took a seat. Hank nodded in agreement, cutting into the pasta with his fork and taking a bite. Connor really didn’t skimp on any of the ingredients however unhealthy, and it was everything a lasagna should be. It was warm and savory and maybe a little heavy on the tomato sauce, but it was delicious all the same. Hank took the time to savor it, then noticed Connor watching him from the corner of his eye. He raised an eyebrow.
“Do you like it?” Connor asked.
“Yeah, you did really good with this one, kid,” Hank said, taking another bite. Connor grinned and stopped staring at Hank to sip on his thirium.
“I’m glad. I’ll have to make sure any changes don’t mess with the flavor too much.”
“Y’know, some foods are supposed to be unhealthy. It’s what makes them good,” Hank pointed out.
“Healthy food can taste good too. Maybe if I added some spinach…”
“As long as it’s not cauliflower again.”
“That was one time,” Connor was almost pouting now, and Hank couldn’t help but tease him a little more.
“I’m pretty sure the pizza wasn’t supposed to be wet.”
Connor had attempted to follow the trend of replacing dough with cauliflower but it’d failed spectacularly. The cauliflower had never reached a dough consistency and instead ended up as a bunch of small chunks mushed together in the general shape of a pizza. Adding cheese did not help and baking it somehow just made the cauliflower wet. That was one experiment Hank hadn’t been able to choke down.
“It wasn’t supposed to be wet. I did what the recipe said, but it wasn’t clear on how to prepare the cauliflower.”
“Pretty sure it’s 'cause it was never meant to be a dough.”
“No, I just need to do more research,” Connor protested, a half-second of yellow flickering through his LED. It was too easy to tease Connor, but he didn’t want to end up actually upsetting him.
“Don’t worry about it. I’m sure you’ll figure something out,” he said, taking another bite of his food. “I’ve messed up more times than I can count cooking. The first time I tried to boil eggs I forgot about them. Set the whole fuckin’ pot on fire.”
Connor’s eyes widened, “you must have left them for a very long time for that to happen.”
“Probably didn’t help I had the heat turned up to max either.”
Hank shared a few more stories of his worst cooking failures, most of which took place when he first moved out of his parents' house. It felt good to share the memories with Connor, to see the amusement flash across his face at all the ways Hank managed to fuck up eggs. But all too soon he’d finished his dinner and his thoughts pulled away from the warmth of the kitchen to the bottle awaiting him in his room.
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I’m really excited for this event, so shoutout to @dbh-found-family for putting this on again! I missed the first prompt, but I'm here for the rest!
This one is for "Darkness"
I’ll post a little preview below, but you can check out the rest over on AO3.
Enjoy~
They’d been working this case for over a week now and today they finally located their suspect’s apartment. They’d been expecting resistance, so Connor was ready when he fled the moment he realized they were with the DPD. He chased after the man without a second thought, and could hear Hank cursing as they burst out the apartment doors.
They ran down several blocks, turning corners at every opportunity. But every turn the suspect made in an attempt to slow Connor down only did the opposite, hindering his own progress. He seemed to realize this, as in a panicked motion he started trying to knock things over as he went, trash bins and one pedestrian unfortunate enough to be out for a walk.
The gap between them widened by a couple of yards as Connor paused long enough to stop the poor woman from falling over, but it wouldn’t take long to catch up again. It wouldn’t take long before the suspect ran out of energy. He ducked around another corner, a narrow alleyway between two buildings. Connor was only a few seconds behind him, turning the corner and ready to launch himself down the alley.
He wasn’t ready for the metal bar that swung at his face, proximity warning going off in the same instant it made contact. It cracked across the bridge of his nose and his processors stuttered to a halt.
It took 31.64 seconds before a reboot was initiated. Connor groaned as the pain was the first thing to register, a sharp throbbing that centered between his eyes and radiated around his head. The next thing he noticed was how dark it was. He was lying flat on his back, and should have been staring up at the sky, but his vision was filled with nothing but black. He brought a hand up in front of his face, a sinking feeling settling in when his eyes still picked up nothing. He’d been ignoring the damage report but now he brought it into focus, actually taking in the information. Both of his optical units were showing as disconnected, likely irreparably damaged.
Pushing himself into a sitting position, he almost fell back over as his gyroscope protested the motion. But he managed to fling a hand out and catch on a nearby wall before that happened. He dragged himself closer so he could lean against it for support.
Aside from his optical units, nothing else had been severely damaged - a fact that helped to ease his rising anxiety at least a little. Though his gyroscope had suffered a minor crack, which would make getting up difficult without help. He accessed his communication program to call Hank. The lieutenant only took one ring to pick up.
“Finally catch the guy?” Hank asked. That was usually what these calls were about, notifying Hank so he could get the car and they could bring their suspect in.
“No, he got away. Sorry, Lieutenant.”
“Seriously? How the hell did that happen?” Hank asked incredulously. Connor felt a spark of annoyance, not at his partner, but at himself. If he’d been more prepared he could have avoided this situation. It was quickly followed by shame now that he had to tell Hank how he’d messed up their case.
“He caught me off guard.”
“Connor, what happened?” Hank asked, tone suspicious. “Since when do you get caught off guard?”
Connor should have known that a vague answer would only make things worse.
“Can you come get me? Then we can talk about it,” Connor asked. He knew he couldn’t get out of telling him, but he didn’t want to be alone in this alley anymore. He wanted Hank. It was unnerving to be without his sight, especially when he wasn’t exactly sure where he was.
“Why don’t you just come back to the apartment?”
“I can’t currently see.”
There was a moment of silence before Hank was shouting, “What? What the hell do you mean you can’t see?”
“I mean I can’t see,” Connor snapped, and grimaced as the pain spiked in his head. “I can send you my location, but I don’t think I can find my own way back.” He accessed his GPS, sending the location to Hank.
“No, don’t move. I’m actually closer to you than the apartment anyway,” Hank sighed, and then his voice softened a little, “Just hold on, son, I’ll be there soon.”
“Can you stay on the phone?”
“Yeah, of course. Let me know when you can hear me getting close.”
Connor relaxed a little, listening to the sound of Hank’s breathing and footsteps over the phone while he waited. It only took a minute before he could hear the lieutenant getting close outside of the connection.
“I can hear you now,” he said. The sound of footsteps paused, then picked up again.
“Yeah, think I hear you too.”
The call dropped, and a moment later the sound of Hank swearing came from the entrance of the alleyway.
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Chapters: 1/2
Fandom: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Hank Anderson & Connor
Characters: Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Hank Anderson
Additional Tags: Whump, Connor (Detroit: Become Human) Whump, Worried Hank Anderson, Deviant Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Post-Pacifist Best Ending (Detroit: Become Human), Hank Anderson & Connor Parent-Child Relationship, Hank Anderson and Connor Live Together, Hank Anderson and Connor are Family, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt, Bullying, Harassment, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicide Attempt, Depression, Guilt, Connor is a Mess (Detroit: Become Human), Connor Has Issues (Detroit: Become Human), Poor Connor, Good Parent Hank Anderson
Series: Part 5 of Whump Trope-a-Thon 2023
Summary:
All Connor wanted was to make up for what he did as the Deviant Hunter and prove that he could do more than hurt. But most other androids won’t even give him a chance, going as far as to harass him any time he’s near. It starts to get to him and Connor begins to wonder if they’re right. Maybe he doesn’t deserve to live.
#amow tropeathon 2023#angst#detroit become human#dbh connor#dbh hank#poor connor#tw suicide attempt#tw bullying#whump#hurt/comfort
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Hank Anderson & Connor
Characters: Hank Anderson, Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Gavin Reed
Additional Tags: Good Parent Hank Anderson, Connor (Detroit: Become Human) Feels Pain, Deviant Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Post-Pacifist Best Ending (Detroit: Become Human), Hank Anderson Takes Care of Connor, Hurt Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Sickfic, Gavin Reed Being Less of an Asshole, Worried Hank Anderson, Worried Parent Hank Anderson, Hank Anderson and Connor are Family, Hank Anderson & Connor Parent-Child Relationship, Poor Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Whump
Series: Part 4 of Whump Trope-a-Thon 2023
Summary: Connor is having a very bad day. Lights are too bright, sounds are too loud, everything is too much. Or, Connor gets a migraine and Hank is there to help him feel better.
#amow tropeathon 2023#sickfic#detroit become human#dbh connor#dbh hank#sick connor#connor whump#hank and connor
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Hank Anderson & Connor
Characters: Hank Anderson, Connor (Detroit: Become Human)
Additional Tags: Hurt Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Connor (Detroit: Become Human) Whump, Whump, Beating, Poor Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Hank Anderson & Connor Parent-Child Relationship, Worried Hank Anderson, Blood and Violence, Restraints, Undercover, Undercover Missions, Protective Hank Anderson, Deviant Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Post-Pacifist Best Ending (Detroit: Become Human), Hurt/Comfort,
Summary:
Hank and Connor are on an undercover mission trying to bring down an android trafficking ring. After a week Hank is completely done with it and wants nothing more than to take Connor home and return to their normal life. It only gets worse when Connor causes trouble and Hank is expected to be the one to punish him. It's the last thing he'd ever want to do, but what other option was there?
#amow tropeathon 2023#spy/military#detroit become human#hank and connor#dbh connor#whump#connor whump#dbh hank#dad hank
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Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Characters: Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Hank Anderson
Series: Part 2 of Whump Trope-a-Thon 2023
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FISH (!!!)
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Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Hank Anderson & Connor
Characters: Hank Anderson, Connor (Detroit: Become Human)
#amow tropeathon 2023#detroit become human#environmental#connor and hank#whump#hurt connor#writing challenge#dbh#dbh connor#dbh hank
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So many prompts and so little time… T-T
Whumpril 2023 approaches!
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Tag potential triggers and NSFW accordingly.
If you want to be counted as an official participant and have the chance to be featured on the blog, post your content during the month of April. You can still use the prompt list after April ends.
I can’t guarantee that every single work will be featured but I’ll try to reblog as many as I can.
To increase your chances of being featured here, tag your post with the event name and the prompt of the day that you used (For example: #whumpril2023, #whumprilday1, #red alert)
You can also @ the blog, @whumpril.
Full write-up of the prompts can be found under the cut!
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Thinking I’ll do this if I can find the time. Maybe if I do some prep in advance…
Welcome to AMonthOfWhump's March Trope-A-Thon!
This March, we wanted to celebrate the beloved tropes that bring this community together. Each day of the event will be devoted to a different trope, with optional prompts below to jumpstart your creative engines. Bring us your favorite takes on environmental, fantasy, and team dynamics! Chill us with spy or military whump or a captivity story! Make us weep for the angst or crave a comforting mug of soup with a sickfic! And most importantly, have fun! 😊
Event Dates: March 12-18
Event Tags: #amow tropeathon 2023; #environmental (or #sickfic etc)
Transcript of the prompt list below the cut:
Environmental
Rockslide, Building Collapse
Rain, Snowstorm
Exposure, Lost
Comf: Come in From the Cold
Captivity
Creepy Captor
Conditioning
Pet Whump
Comf: Sunny Days
Spy/Military
Interrogation
Undercover Mission
Barracks, Training
Comf: Patching up a Wound
Fantasy
Magical Exhaustion
Wing Whump
Wish Gone Wrong
Comf: Magical Healing
Sickfic
Fevers
Cold, Flu
Headache
Comf: Blankets & a Hot Drink
Team Dynamics
Hostage Situation
Recorded Message
Take Me Instead
Comf: Rescue
Angst
Misunderstandings
Betrayal, Perceived Betrayal
Catharsis
Comf: Reassurances
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Honestly an accurate depiction.
when fanfic authors say that they don’t decide what happens in the story that the characters make the decisions i imagine it like this:
writer: *sitting down* type type type type *squinting at the screen* type type type
writer: *gasp* WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT…… type type type
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Sorry for image quality, my scatterbrain forgot I had to worry about image size on tumblr...
#detroit become human#dbh#dbh comic#connor rk800#dbh nines#connor and nines are brothers#hank is so done#dbh hank#my own art
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bois being dumb ʚ♡⃛ɞ(ू•ᴗ•ू❁)
#dbh comic#rk brothers#detroit become human#connor rk800#nines rk900#rk800 sixty#too funny#i love these three
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If you would ever so kindly reblog for larger sample size, I'd appreciate it <3
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