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The Double Life of Connor, The Deviant Detective by TheProphetMich
Fandoms: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game)
15 Dec 2023
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Connor gets appointed to the DPD as the first (non-prototype) android detective months before deviants enter the public eye. He continues to work alongside Hank after he deviates and saves androids while pretending he's still a machine.
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damn ts is hella good KEEP READING u r on chap 8 SIKE i finished it
BRO THE FUCKING HOSTAGE CHAPTER FROM AN OUTSIDE POV>>????? FUCKING GENIUS.... makes me wonder if this connor is even the connor from the game lol
i was like... OH YAY THE HOSTAGE!!! OH FUCK THE HOSTAGE (WHEN I REALIZED DECKART WAS GOING TO FUCKING DIEEEEEEEEE ))
He stepped into the observation room. The light was on and Amy’s eyes were bright with contained panic. “Deckart hasn’t responded to any of my messages.”
Connor stilled. “I’m sure he’s fine,” he said as he sent a message of his own. “How long—”
“Four hours,” Amy answered. “He doesn’t always respond instantaneously, but I started spamming him. He would’ve sent something back by now.”
Connor paced. “The incident wasn’t in our sector.”
“Police scanners aren’t separated by sector. What if he took it, anyways?”
“He wouldn’t.” But that wasn’t quite true, was it. He wouldn’t have taken it if he was halfway across the city, but if he’d been relatively close… “We only go in pairs. He knows that.”
Amy slumped against the wall. Connor reviewed the news report and enhanced the footage the best he could. “Only one officer was killed,” he said. “The body in the pool. It’s wearing a SWAT vest.”
“He could be injured,” Amy said. “He could be in critical condition at a hospital for all we know.”
AUGHHHH BRO THIS SHIT FELT MORE LIKE A REVOLUTION THAN THE ACTUAL GAME HOLY SHITTTTTTTTTTTTTT
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Commander Fox is Completely Fine by Maddy_B
Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types
16 Jun 2022
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Cody was still staring at him. Fox wasn't sure what made him keep talking.
"It's always the shinies who think they're invincible," he muttered, "who think they're above the rules."
Cody nodded slowly.
"Yeah," he said, voice a little hoarse, "that's usually how I lose them too."
Fox watched as his little brother finished the rest of his drink and stared down into his empty cup.
It wasn't the same, he wanted to say. That's a battlefield, this is the centre of the Republic, it's different. The truth is that it's not as different as it should be.
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- Part 3 of The Not Good, Very Bad, Terrible Jedi
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14 Jul 2023
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GOD this was so real and SAD OMFG
He wasn't stupid, he knew what they said about him. The brothers in the GAR said he was an emotionless robot, a pencil pusher, the 'droid of clones'. Newer brothers in the Guard called him those things too, when they read his list of rules of conduct, and their armour regulations, and how they should behave in certain situations. They laughed at him behind his back, those shinies, until they figured out why he had those rules.
They stopped laughing quickly after that.
He knew, each Clone Commander and Captain had their own rules about shinies. About when they stopped being shinies, specifically. Apparently, you're no longer a shiny in Commander Wolffe's eyes when you don't flinch if he smiles at you. Fox remembers exactly which smile they mean, the one with entirely too many teeth. He used to be able to do it too.
He doesn't see the point, anymore.
JESUS
WAIT THIS IS ALSO SO FUCKING FUNNY??? NOT JUST ANGSTY?? please speed i need this
He vaguely remembered someone telling him that natborn kids liked animals, so he started telling the Senator a story where Grizzer caught a scent and Hound didn’t unclip his lead in time, and found himself dragged across two Coruscant districts. That in turn lead into a story about his terrifying medic, Carrion, and that into a few different stories about the most idiotic and amusing ways troopers had got themselves injured whilst not on duty.
The more he talked, the heavier her weight against his pauldron was. Eventually her eyes fluttered closed one last time and Fox was left with a sleeping child Senator sprawled against his side. She looked kind of adorable, he had to admit.
Kriffing shitting karking fucking balls , he'd gone and gotten attached to the kid.
I LOVE THIS SO MUCH
THIS FIC IS MAKING ME LIKE FOX (well not canon fox, no one likes canon fox.... but this fox is ok)
"If I might-" started Koon, but he was interrupted by a booming bark. A familiar booming bark. Almost everyone in the space port turned towards the source of the noise as one.
Sergeant Hound was walking away from a newly parked Guard transport, Grizzer straining at his lead.
Nothing could stop Fox's full body flinch at the sight.
Hound walked up to their group, uncaring that everyone was staring at him and the slobbering massiff beside him. Once Hound reached them, he stood to perfect attention, Grizzer beside him. Grizzer's entire body quaked with excitement as he gazed up at Fox.
Fox's temple began to throb warningly.
Hound had never stood to perfect attention in his damn life.
"Sergeant Hound," Fox greeted, trying to remain calm and professional.
"Sir," Hound replied. As always, he made it sound like he was saying 'shit head'.
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Fox snapped back into parade rest so quickly he was pretty sure he gave himself whiplash.
"General, I apologise-"
Koon held up a hand to silence him.
"Do not worry about it, Commander Fox," he tilted his head and zeroed in on Hound, who was still slouched. Grizzer whined at Fox again.
"Does Commander Fox tell a lot of jokes, Sergeant Hound?" the Kel Dor General asked mildly.
Fuck fuck fuckity fuck.
"Oh yeah," replied Hound enthusiastically, "Fox tells jokes all the time. His favourite is that my growth tube was actually a septic tank, because I'm such a huge pile of stinking shit."
Pipes made a choking sound and Game visibly twitched.
WHEN I TELL YOU I FUCKING CRIED OF LAUGHTER
BEST FIC EVER???
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There’s nothing wrong with the smile. It’s not one of the terrible, toothy ones Connor had given in their first days of knowing each other. It’s subtle, and looks like it fits on Connor’s face—like it folds right into the fabricated creases.
It doesn’t look right on Connor.
(Or: Amanda quietly wins on the stage. The thing piloting Connor’s body is not Connor. Hank will stop at nothing to get him back.)
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AUGHHH OMG THIS IS SO SCARY im on ch16
He watches Connor through the glass until the conversation with Jeffrey ends. Connor makes a polite retreat, nodding graciously to anyone who bothers to welcome him back. He even makes a point to stop at the breakroom and get Reed a coffee, promising him that he’ll make a better effort to work together in the future. There’s not a trace of irony in his tone, and the coffee is made exactly how Reed likes it.
Reed looks incredulous, but not nearly as incredulous as Hank.
That settles it: this isn’t Connor at all.
OK THAT was funny
The spine stands straight upwards, rising out of her broken body like a flag.
WHAT IN THE EVERLOVING FUCK???? I AM SO FUCKING TERRIFIED WHAT THE SHIT
No response.
Were you looking for a weapon? A tool?
Nothing.
Hank clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth. He clears his throat, shifting uncomfortably on the cold bench. He looks up at the stars above him: the night is dark and clear.
Then he types: Were you looking for an exit?
Not a full second passes before his phone buzzes in his hand.
It keeps buzzing. Gibberish texts arrive one after another, none of them from Connor’s number—they’re all unknowns with Detroit area codes, spewing nonsense until his inbox is filled up with them.
“R” and “A” and “9” recur over and over again. Goosebumps rise on Hank’s arms.
Finally, he receives a short video file.
OH MY GODDDD I JUST GOT FFUCKING CHILLS
ooh my FUCKING GOD I HAVE NEVER BEEN THIS EMOTIONALLY INVESTED. THIS DRAMA WRITING IS SO PEAK
“It’s not worth the risk anymore,” Kamski says, loud, a man accustomed to being listened to. “One android’s life for the life of thousands. He’s expendable. Shoot him, Chloe.”
Hank hears the command. He sees the androids—one unresisting, at the mercy of the other, a gun trained between his eyes—and experiences déjà vu. He knows, instantly and intimately, that Kamski would never have forced his original Chloe to her knees on that snowy morning in November.
Someone else was more expendable.
Connor’s eyes move slowly. They lock with hers.
“Shoot him, Chloe,” Kamski says.
THE SWITCHUP???? HELLOOOOOO
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Fictober Day 4: "Will that be all?"
The phrase has been built into his programs. A polite way to dismiss himself at the end of a mission. Connor must always be polite, as part of his role as a negotiator.
Hank knows (or thinks he knows) that androids are just pieces of plastic and computer chips. The more time he spends with one, however, he begins to see other things below the surface.
This is Connor's journey to deviancy through Hank's eyes.
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- Part 4 of Fictober 2018
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Green Shoots (Second Chances) by Lauren_Ipsum
Fandoms: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game)
28 Oct 2018
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He remembers standing in the corner of a church after Jericho fell, shoulders hunched and arms wrapped round himself. Guilt isn’t a pleasant emotion to learn. But maybe Connor’s not the only one who deserves a soft touch and a second chance.