❝You don't get to show up out of nowhere and ask for help after leaving me heartbroken.❞ ❝And you don't get to leave me like this. Not after compromising me. ❞ In which you think your love for Connor can be killed with distance, nicotine and alcohol. A terribly foolish assumption. Trigger warnings: Angst, Major Character Death, Alcohol, Smoking. Disclaimer! All characters appearing in this story are owned by David Cage and the creators of Detroit: Become Human, with the exception of two original characters and the Reader. I take full credit for this book's storyline. Cover edited by me, picture taken from the short film "The Remaining" starring Bryan Dechart.

*Follows the storyline of Detroit: Become Human* You've been working at Detroit City Police Department for a few years, being in the police force had been you're dream job since you were a child. Currently, you investigated human crimes. Recently, you've been given the task of investigating cases involving deviant androids. The sudden change from investigating humans to androids is going to be tough to get used to, but you knew you could handle it. They also decided to partner you up with Hank Anderson, which surprised you considering he hated androids. You had nothing against androids, unlike you're partner, Hank. You had no reason to hate them, they had never done anything to wrong you. Most of them are actually quite nice, not counting the deviants. Hank had always been like a father to you, and like any other human he would easily get upset and angered, sometimes even lashing out on you. You knew that he never meant any of the harsh words, so you stuck by his side. When you were both assigned to the same investigation, you had both decided to go to the bar to celebrate. Everything seemed fine, until an android walked into the bar. Everyone watched as he approached us. "Lieutenant Anderson, Detective (l/n), my name is Connor. I'm the android sent by CyberLife."

[Completed] You're Y/N L/N, a great student with average grades at DUAT College. Four years ago? A police officer. But your insecurities got you kicked out. Your godfather, Hank Anderson, knows why. And so do you, but you have your own perspective about it. Though you have a very particular perspective about life, you do your best to highlight your own identity as (Y/N) since the others once expected you to be just like your father in the past, but who is now a great example of shame nowadays. But who should you be? An authenticity, or just a pale imitation of your father's achievements? Everything started with that damn Android. Connor. For an obedient machine, it made you question a lot of things. It made you question about yourself. But there was something about him. He makes you feel... different. Warm. What are we talking about? He's not your type! You're human and he's an Android. That would be impossible ... Right? 》i gɛt tɦѳรɛ gѳѳรɛɓuɱpร ɛѵɛʀytiɱɛ yѳu cѳɱɛ ɑʀѳuɳɗ i gɛt tɦѳรɛ gѳѳรɛɓuɱpร ɛѵɛʀytiɱɛ wɦɛɳ yѳu'ʀɛ ɳѳt ɑʀѳuɳɗ《 | I do not own Detroit: Become Human |

"You love him, that's why you care so much for him," You thought. "You love him. You love him." -- Detroit is a bustling city-center, with those looking to strike innovative gold roaming the streets day and night. You are just a simple officer working at the Detroit Police Department. With the number of deviant android cases rising with each passing hour, you are reassigned from Lt. Anderson's short-time case partner to his long-term one, an RK800 android joining you in your mission to fight android crime. However, with everyone's attention focused on the deviants, other high-profile crime sprees go unnoticed. Those acts of injustice could very well be the downfall of Detroit, as well as your own downfall. -- Rated mature for mentions of rape, sexual assault, violence, drugs, swearing, and suicide. Just in case some of y'all are sensitive to any of these topics.

Weeks after Markus's successful protest and the evacuation of Detroit, a trail of android bodies lead Detective Connor and Lieutenant Hank Anderson to your door. It's soon apparent you bit off more than you can chew - you intended to help androids, but can't help falling for the detective amidst this new crisis. (Originally published on AO3)

"Miss (L/n)? Are you going to start complaining as well?" Captian Fowler rolled his eyes awaiting your answer. "N-No, sir." You stuttered. "Then get the hell out of my office." He dismissed you while returning to the file he was reviewing. You showed yourself out of the office and to your desk. There you saw Hank gritting his teeth as the Android was talking. As you got closer you heard the very voice from who you were suspecting it to belong to. "(Y/n), this is-" The Android cut Hank off before he could finish. "My name is Connor. I'm the Android sent by Cyberlife here to assist you in any way I can." The Android that went by the name Connor greeted. "I believe we already met." Ps: This is another female reader... Sorry T_T

You're a infamous serial killer called The Cutter. You arrive at the Slender Mansion and meet the Creepypasta's. Who will you be with, who will be your enemies?

[Completed] Y/N is a 17-year-old girl who has been isolated in a Mental Institution for 3 years now, every passing hour becoming a blur. Days are long, but nights are even longer. She's trapped in her small room, in her head. There is no escape. The closest she can ever get to the outside world is by looking out the small window by her bed, the glass is too thick to break. An old notebook is her only belonging, in which she writes her thoughts in very often. It was the same routine every single day, nothing different happened. Until she saw him. A man, maybe a bit older than her, watching her through her small window. Her little dark world is opened to so many possibilities she is nearly overwhelmed. As time goes on, however, things kinda get out of hand. ➸Disclaimers inside ( i ) ➸Cover Art: Ashiva-K-I on Deviantart

『 #8 ɪɴ ᴊᴇғғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪʟʟᴇʀ 』 The blood rushed over my body, heart beating, world spinning. It was a whole new world, I never knew something so bad could feel so good. The blood on my hands, the scream of their voices- I've done it. I've killed my first victims. This was the first murder in 2 years in our small town since Jeffery.. Now I know why he did it. The feeling, eating inside you, craving to get out. I stood there, staring at the bodies. I heard the sirens- growing closer, closer... And that when I saw him. Standing in the back yards corridor. Smiling, eyes not moving from my sight. "Found You." And that's when he grabbed my hand and ran. A new adventure began; [Trigger warnings: Murder; Rape; Prostitution]

*Book 1* Living in a Freak Show is like living in hell, but can a Joker wannabe change it all?