Shapes of love

Taking the risk

Fiction's Title : Shapes of Love

Chapter's Title : the risk

Complete title : Taking the risk

Author : .A (also know as Keiyane, or just Kei)

Couple (Pairing) : HankCon (Hannok)

Rating : T

Disclaimer : Everything is owned by Quantic Dream...

Note : Before you go and read, and think something about it... I'm french. That's my first attempt on writing fanfic in English, and I'm fucking (Hank is my mentor, so I won't apologize for slid "fucking" in every way I can)... What I was saying is: I'm fucking sorry if my English is weird. I did my best and used two or even three websites/app to correct it (yeah, hello google trad, reverso, grammarly, hemingway...) , but sometimes the corrector and I don't agree. He is right 90 percent of the time but... Again I'm French... So be kind, and even better if you saw something wrong, put a gentle comment to point it out for me and I'll try my best to correct it next chapter... I love to learn, and I learn from my mistake... most of the time ^^

Because YES There will be more... I don't want to spell out everything, but... Another Pairing will be appearing in this fic, a bit later though. Maybe more pairing. I'm not fixed on everything right now in fact.. so... We'll see where my stupid mind goes.

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A day like others in Detroit. A day where some cops had to do their jobs outside the police precinct. Until now everything was like a regular day for regular people. But those two weren't regular people. One was an alcoholic lieutenant and the other wasn't human to begin with. They were coming back to DPD after arresting a suspect.

« Hey, Connor. Let me handle this and go patch you up. »

« I'm fully functional Lieutenant, I can do this. »

Hank sighs a bit pissed off by the way Connor always has something to say. « For God's sake Connor, do as you've told! »

« Alright lieutenant. No need to shout. » Poker face on, Connor led was glowing yellow while he left the entrance. Letting Hank dealing with paperwork, kind of fill his mouth with unachieved taste. Definitely Mission uncomplete. But Hank was so stubborn, no need to put him in a bad mood for the rest of the day.

« Then don't talk back! » Hank was always wondering why this fucking android need to argue about everything. Connor was so stubborn! He never does what was told, he's reckless and today there was a consequence. This highly qualified robot got himself hurt while arresting a jerk. Speaking of jerks, Hank did the paperwork while uniforms cops took the felon to put him in custody. No need to glare at people, they were already minding their own business, thanks to hard-boiled Hank's reputation. The only one who didn't seem to get the message was Gavin, but hopefully he wasn't there and Hank secretly hoped this would last all day long. Hey, you can be a hard-boiled middle-aged man and still believe in Santa, don't you?

Time passed, and no sign of Connor. The old one decides it was time to look for him. He did take his patch up toolbox so he couldn't be so far. Knowing the android, he should be in the restroom and that was exactly where he heads up. Hand on the door cuff, he opened up the door and his heart skipped a beating or two. Hank knew Connor was just an android, not really human, but... He got to say that... Connor was really well-built. Right in front of his eyes, a half-naked Connor was trying to put his eyes on his back's scratch, unsuccessfully. The grizzled one was surely staring a little bit longer than he should have, because it's only Connor's voice that brought him back to earth.