Detroit: Become Human Imagines {Requests Open}

Daddy (Connor X Hank's Daughter Reader)

Reader's P.O.V.

After a long day at work, which only involved filing reports, Dad invited Connor and I over for dinner. Connor cooked for Dad and I, since he didn't have to eat, being an android and all.

Or as a Dad would say, a fucking android.

"So, how've you and Connor been?" Dad asked as we sat on the couch waiting for dinner. Ever since his deviancy, Connor admitted to having feelings for me. Of course, I couldn't resist the handsome hunk of bolts and agreed to a relationship. Dad had become accustomed to it. Although I didn't know which one he didn't like witnessing more: Connor's blood sampling, or the occasional kisses he and I shared throughout the day.

"We've been doing really well. I'm still trying to help him communicate what he's feeling, though, since he doesn't know how to define it half of the time," I explained. Dad nodded along with my words.

"Makes sense. Emotions are a difficult thing," he threw in his two cents.

"I'd have to agree with that statement, Lieutenant," I heard Connor's voice as he approached us, spatula in hand. "I came in to inform you that dinner is ready."

"Yes! I'm starving," I cheered as I stood up. "Thank you, my love," I said dramatically, placing a loving kiss on his cheek.

"My pleasure," he smiled, sending a wink my way afterwards.

"Connor, knock it off. You look like a dork when you do that," Dad grumbled as he made his way to the kitchen.

"My apologies, Hank," Connor chuckled, keeping his playful demeanor.

"If it makes you feel any better, I think you're a cute dork," I smiled to him as I cupped his cheek with my hand.

"I don't think cute is the best way to describe me, love," he whispered as he set a hand on my hip, dominance dripping from his words.

"Not now," I whispered back. I placed a peck on his lips to hold him for the night. I knew that as soon as we got home, the dominant Connor would show his face again.

Dad had made both of our plates and grabbed a beer from the fridge, so he was completely oblivious to Connor's provocative behavior. I sat down at the table to eat, only then realizing I didn't have a utensil at all.

"Oh, Daddy, can you grab me a fork?" I asked sweetly. And to my absolute horror, my worst nightmare happened. Both my father and my boyfriend reached for the silverware drawer, realizing the other's presence when their hands brushed. My hand came to my mouth as I prepared for what's to come.

"You piece of shit," Dad growled at Connor. The android's face dropped in fear as he gulped. Dad lunged at him, and Connor barely leaped past him. "Get back here, you fucking prick!"

I chuckled in humor as Dad chased Connor around the house, visibly hyping Sumo up. He barked loudly as he excitedly joined the chase. Sumo got under Dad's feet by accident, causing the man to trip over the dog and fall on his ass. I erupted into giggles at the sight.

I guess you could say Connor went from, "I'll have her home by 11, sir," to, "Your daughter calls me Daddy, too."