"Miss (L/n), you and Anderson have been assigned with an android from Cyberlife for these cases." "Really? Well...alright. When will he or she arrive?" "I don't know, but I just hope that a stupid piece of plastic doesn't mess things up around here." "It won't Sir! Besides, they'll have me and Hank looking after it! What could go wrong?" (A/N: DISCLAIMER! I don't own anything from Detroit: Become Human! Also, this story is done for female readers. I'm not good with girl x girl and guy x guy. Believe me, I'd butcher it....)

❝I'll follow you anywhere, Connor. Well, as long as it's not like...on another continent or something. ❞ [Road trip AU] In which Connor commemorates Hank's death by running for the hills, or, more specifically, a diner in the middle of nowhere. That place just happens to be where you are working. Warning! Contains foul language. Disclaimer! All characters appearing in this story are owned by David Cage and the creators of Detroit: Become Human, with the exception of original characters and the Reader. I take full credit for this book's storyline. Cover edited by me.

❝Who even needs to rule the world when you can just learn to deceive it?❞ [Cyberpunk AU] In which Connor kills himself to prevent Amanda from stopping the Android revolution and wakes up in a whole new world 30 years later. Warning! Contains foul language and mature themes. Disclaimer! All characters appearing in this story are owned by David Cage and the creators of Detroit: Become Human, with the exception of some original characters and the Reader. I take full credit for the storyline of this book. Cover edited by me.

About three months after the events of Detroit: Become Human, Connor continues to struggle with his new-found emotions. Despite CyberLife chasing after him, he has continued to work with Hank on android cases. On one particular case, however, he meets someone who will change his entire life. This book will contain swearing/cursing (Thanks Hank) It will also use female pronouns for the reader. Contains spoilers for Detroit: Become Human. DISCLAIMER: I do not own Detroit: Become Human or any of its characters.

❝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.

❝Judging by the rest of its body, the RK800 has clearly been damaged by an explosion. And yet, the skull...looks intact, other than the missing memory drive.❞ ❝We're here to fix this war machine, not to play detectives.❞ [WW2 AU] In which you work as Elijah Kamski's personal assistant and encounter your biggest challenge yet: fixing the RK800 model, which appears to have lost its memory drive during a bombing. Warning! Contains mature themes such as war, foul language, and very slight gore. 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. Cover edited by me.

Stories of the lovable and extremely handsome Connor are here to keep you satisfied until the year of 2038!

One shots involving Connor, Markus, Daniel, Luther, Simon, and Ralph from Detroit: Become Human. They'll mostly be Connor and Markus. I only do M/F, not F/F or M/M. **WARNING: STRONG LANGUAGE** **I AM NOT ACCEPTING REQUESTS AND I DO NOT DO SMUT** ** I DO NOT OWN ANY PICTURES UNLESS STATED OTHERWISE**

"Running diagnostics. . .Systems all up and ready to go. No misplacements or reconstruction needed. Model RK800, serial #313 248 317 at your service." His voice came exactly as you wanted, calm and soothing. Perfect for a negotiator. You were suspended in disbelief. "It, it worked. . . hi." "Scanning. . . Dr.(Y/N), creator assisted by a sliver of blueprints that were left by Dr. Kamski in your care at the time of his retirement. Hello, what do you need Model RK800 prototype #1 to do for you?" Perhaps a little cold and detached too, but what did you expect? You smiled gently, fiddling with the coin in your hand. "That's not necessary. . .and that model number doesn't really roll off the tongue. I shall name you." "Very well, although I would like to remind you that I am a prototype and that I am not a living being that is needed to be called by something. Ready to accept name." "Reminder accepted. . . Connor." "Hello, Dr. (Y/N). My name is Connor." You took his hand for a shake, him quickly reciprocating it once he realized it was a socially accepted action used by humans for greetings. Your eyes twinkled, making sure he took the coin even though he was about to question it. "Hi Connor. It's nice to finally meet you." |ConnorxProgrammar!Reader| Creator!Reader| Android & Human|Fem!Reader|

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