You all know the tale of Detroit and the revolution that took place where Androids were able to walk as their own people in society. Connor, the android sent by Cyberlife, is unsure now of what to do with his life since he has nowhere to call home now. Luckily for him someone has decided to take him in and teach him on how to become a real human. Hank Anderson. But Hank's motives are far different than the feelings for a comrade in the workforce, but rather of something far more.

(Y/n)-25 -35% detective -20% android designer for CyberLife -45% water and other vital stuff -100% nerd Connor-kinda looks 26-27(but also so innocent that you may mistake him for a 6 year old) -48% plastic -20% metal -12% artificial skin and hair -20% thirium -100% smol bean !!!!! ALSO A QUICK DISCLAIMER !!!!! -I DO NOT own any media present in this story by the way, it's all from good ol' Google -ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE SO IF THERE ARE ANY GRAMMATICAL MISTAKES I'M UNBELIEVABLY SORRY AND FEEL FREE TO CORRECT THEM IN THE COMENTS OR MESSAGE ME IDK -THIS IS MY FIRST STORY SO PLEASE DON'T HATE IF IT DOESN'T SUIT YOUR EXPECTATIONS -so yeah enjoy the story

I do not own 'Detroit: Become Human' or any of it's characters. •-----•-----• A female Android was purchased by a man named Mike. She wasn't a normal android, she was different. It was something about her model that made her 'unique' from other android models that are supposed to look after your house - •-----•-----• "Tell my something about yourself.." "Hello. I'm a third generation RN600 Android. I can look after your house, do the cooking. I speak three hundred languages. No need to feed me or recharge me. I am equipped with a quantic battery that makes me autonomous for one hundred seventy-three years." •-----•-----•

Fluff, angst and smut; you decide. ❤︎ this is a collection written by me, full of Connor X Reader one-shots. ❤︎ feel free to send me suggestions through messages! !!! this contains +18 content. i'm not the owner of the art. i'll make sure to leave proper credit when i find them. {daily updates, probably}

You are lieutenant Hank Andersons 21 year old daughter. When he brings home an RK800 prototype android by the name of Connor to watch over you, what will happen then?

" I told you I don't want this stupid piece of plastic working with me and ( Y/n )! " you heard him Yell. " Hank it's not my decision! So get along and solve these deviant cases! " you look over in the office and Hank storms out and heads back to his desk. " Stupid piece of plastic " He mumbles. you go up to him and ask " So...were working with a Android on the deviant cases? " you ask. He nods then sighs. " Yea...were working with an Android " you pat him on his back and ask. " When is he/she coming? " you ask still having your hand on his back. " Today " He says. The cover isn't mine...I do not own the game or Connor..I do own the plot I hope you will all enjoy this! :)

After the Detroit fiasco, (Name) and Connor go on to find different places where living there is nothing but a bliss. this is a story of the journey of finding the place where everything would be perfect. Along the way, there's friendships being developed, feelings being made, and drama. Because after all, there's no place like home (Connor RK800 x Reader)

In this story, Connor is Hank's son. You are the android that accompanies them. Will you finally crawl out of your programmed shell, or will you just be another piece of robotic plastic with no feeling what so ever?

"The new child android model! Obedient, Customizable, the perfect child!" Cyber life has created a new model android. The time and resources that they spent on it was deemed wasteful, so they discontinued the series, leaving A1098 the only one of their model left. Poor you, left all alone in your small, little world. Luckily, it all changes one day. (Completed)

She's the new android that came into stores all across Detroit. She'll do the housework, watch over your children, and is at your disposal on whatever you demand of her- Ę̷̩̝͚̗̳͉̫̹̬͙͕͉͎͎̩͈̪̿͊͌͛͊̉͑̾̒̀̓͛̅̒̋̈́̈́̈́͂͘̕͝ͅͅR̴̢̼͋̅͋̎̅͛̏̓͐͘̚̕R̸̨̢͔͙̥̣͉͖͍̘̗̞̤̰̰̻̹͉͇̦̠̩̫̬̹͖̺̳̬͔̯̦̹̈̑̕̕ͅͅȮ̷̧̧̡̡͓̩̹͖̩̠̘̘̞̪̲̩̺̼̱͔͉̯͕͔̝͇̼̓̃̈̆͋̋̿̈́̊̄̃̆̊̂͊̓̓̽̈́̅̀̔͋̀̍̄̿̃͘͘͘͝͠͝͝ͅR̵̨̡̡̪̙̳̠̜̠̠̻͚͖̬̰͉̘̗̫̘̣̞̼̼̲̳͚̯͐̀̒̚͜ ̷̢̧̧̨̛̪͎͇̲̲̤̩̩̪̩͔̫̟͇̯̞͍͇̲̩̖͓͉̄̓̈́̿͛̄͛̄̏͊̀̀̑̐͌̄͐͜͜E̸͓̭͊̾̇̂̒R̵̨̟̥̰̻̥͍̻̯̞̣̪̳̞̞̖̣̝̙̠͈͔̰͇̥͍͙̰͚͗̄̽̌̔͛͋͒͗͋̓̌̽͂̄͗͒̈́̀́͛̔̆̅͗̿̄̄̿̓͘͠͝͝ͅR̵̨̪͇̫̹̯̮͉͖̞͇̮̻̲͖͋̿͐͊͋͌͊́̈́͌̎̎̌̊̇͝͝O̶̡̢̧̰̥̱̤̩͖̝̱̟̲̙̠̙̬̪̠͖̬̘̮̔R̵̡̢̳͎̰̝̰̩̫̘̞̙̖̗̰̖̲̘͈̼̻͂̏̍̊͒̈̈́̐̈̇̍̅ ... H̷̨̼̙͙̱̹͖̝̹̠͎̝̬͚͉̪̟̘̻͉͖͍͖͛̂̈̉̏͝e̸͎̎̔̋͒͛̋͑͛͗͒̓̑͌̂̑͐̉̄̚͘ĺ̶̛̛̛͙͊͌̆̈́̀̍̓̃̈̐͗͊̊̇̏͂͛̄̚͘l̴̬̋̇̄̓̉ơ̴̡̡͖̥̱̩̦͔̱͔̿͒̉̂̓̉̐̄͌̋̑̽͑̋̆̉̅͛̾͘̚̕͝?̵̘̗̖͖̈́͐ ̷̡̧̢͙̖͖͖̦̲͍̠̣̻̩̻̩̺͓̳̪̳̤̺̈́̀̋̈́͜C̵̛̭̳̽̈̈́̄̔̒͂͂̓̽̓̈́̑̀͆̏͌̄̑͝ą̴̟̠̪͍̰̗̝̭̠̺̰̹͎̼̰̮̪̫̰̖͙̦̻̈́̆͊͂̀͆̄̇͑̃̉̍̾̉̈́͘͜͠͠ͅͅͅň̴̨̡̡̢̨̢͓̝͚̞̭̖͖̰̻̳̞̭͇̜̻̤̪̺͇̍̒̋͊̔̄̈́̔̌͋̐̃̐̐̏̃̍̄̑͒͂̚͝͠ ̵̨̨̛̣̮̤̭̹̙̲̻̹̜̳̜̰̦̯̖̦̼̹̻͚͉̭͔̙̦̳̥͔͖̆̽̊̏̓͊̂̈́͗̂̾̌̔͂̈̎̔͑̀̊̄͌̂͠͠ÿ̵̡̜̥̱̺͖̻̰͕̥͈̹̠͕͔̟̺̭̖̾̆̓͑̑̚͝o̶̡͔̝̠̣͙͎̣̫̯̤͋̑̆̉̀͐͒̽͗̀̏̋̌́̒̀̔́͒̌̀̅̽̇̒̓̓̀̕͠ͅu̷̡̥̙͔͍̗͎̟͎̣̒͐̇͌̒̉̌͒͠ ̵̢̢̼̙̩̫̞̗̣̼̥̘̰̝̯̦̬̱͓̥̯̥̖̤̟̰̠̪̈̾h̴͙̪̠͈̥͊̏̃͜e̴͐̌̑̈́̔̔̐̒̓̚͠ar me?