Kamski Stories

Connor, an RK800, model number #313 248 317, is the first of his kind. He is the creation of none other than Mr. David Cooper, the most well-respected and affluent developers at Cyberlife Inc. As a gift of thanks from Kamski himself, Connor is assigned to be a personal servant to the Cooper household, specifically as a caretaker to Mr. Cooper's young daughter, Amelia Cooper.

"...and SOMEONE PLEASE FOR HEAVEN SAKES TAKE DETECTIVE REED HOME WITH YOU HES MAKING OUT WITH THE COFFEE MACHINE AGAIN!" shouts Fowler. angst and a possible future of Detroit: Become Human, along with some ships! Stay tuned, updates shall be as frequent as possible, would love the support~! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Starting up... Start up complete. Initializing... Initialization complete. Synchronizing... Synchronized. Checking for any damage... Damage detected. Error: Unable to repair damage. Connecting to the cloud... Connected to the cloud. Connecting... Connecting...... Connected. ... ...... "Hello?" A story about an Android stuck in (almost) literal hell, trying to escape. How lucky she was to connect with him, the one and only Elijah Kamski. The story takes place the autumn/fall before the events in Detroit Become Human. 《Part one of the three part Connecting series》 ⚠Trigger warning: Story contains mentions of abuse⚠

Y/N L/N. When she awoke from a coma, she had forgotten everything about her life. On her path to regain memories and figure out why she lost them in the first place, she finds out that the war between androids and humans would affect her on a higher level than she would have ever guessed. People who she barely remembers remember her clearly, but sometimes it would be the other way around. While trying to work at the police station as she used to before the accident, she meets n̵e̷w̴ ̷p̷e̸o̴p̶l̵e̶. Her mind seems to play tricks on her. Her mind seems to play tricks on other people too. Who exactly is rA9? TW: blood

Elijah Kamski x Connor

oh god they're in love Tbh

Markus didn't take the peaceful route to freedom for androids, no he made sure they knew he was serious and wasn't playing around. Thus leading to his deactivation, and the destruction of so many innocent androids. But RK900, or better known as Conan, was living the life every android wanted and dreamed of before their demise. A secret life with his boyfriend Detective Gavin Reed, and their adopted daughter. To which Conan all left behind on one fatal mission. A bullet, straight to the thirium pump. "Elijah! You said you'd fix him! Not fucking turn him in!" "I was doing my job! Unlike you Reed! I thought you hated androids!" The argument between two brothers, which lead to burning bridges, and the curiosity of a small girl. "Daddy, when is Dad coming home? You said he was staying at Uncle Kamski's house for a bit. I miss him." "I miss him too baby, but he's....he's not coming back. Ever." Gavin held his crying daughter, who reminded him of Conan so much, he cried with her. "Detective Reed! Sorry to interrupt! But we have a mission!" No, it can't be.

This is a male reader x detroit males. There will be fluff,smuts, lime, gore, and whatever the fuck else! My ships and images/video will include. On a further note I do not own any image/video.

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The Android ran through the building, looking for an exit. She had already called the automatic taxi, and now she just had to leave this horrible building. She soon found an exit, and just when she stepped outside, the taxi arrived. "Oh how the odds are playing me again." She stepped into the car, her destination already long determined. Only when she sat down, and started to calm down, she realized the knife was still held in her hands. It was covered in the human blood. A small line of Thirium dripped flowed down from the Android's mouth, but it wasn't bad. She decided it would be best to remove her LED, so she'd blend in with the humans. Carefully she slid the knife through her synthetic skin, moving the tip of the blade up again, making the LED pop out. It landed on the couch of the car, and she picked it up, putting it in her pocket. The Android had a set destination, and she was not going to shut down before reaching it. Set during the events of Detroit Become Human. 《Part two of the three part Connecting series.》 ⚠Contains mentions of abuse, but no excessive description.⚠

Kicking the dumpster in front of my people protecting them from the bullets as we slowly get cornered. A soldier, her helmet cracked revealing her red hair. Tossing it to the side she raises the pistol spinning on her heals to face her allies. Carefully shooting at her allies in the arms forcing them to drop their weapons. With a loud bang she fell to the ground without releasing her grasp on her gun. Still aiming and fighting for my people. When her gun emptied she tossed it aside. My breathe hitched as I looked back at my people. I start to sing. Dbh connorxoc Takes place after the events in the game Hints back at some points. I'm bad at x readers so I create an oc Disclaimer I doesn't own any of the art and I don't own the characters And there may be some ooc Also some trigger warnings!

im·print noun /ˈimprint/ 1. a mark made by pressure 2. (of an animal) come to recognize as an object of trust ~~~~~ After the revolution had ended Kamski had been left alone, all his Chloes left him. His mind kept wandering over to the RK900 model that he had in his personal storage... all it- no- all /he/ needed was a few tweaks and he'd be ready for activation...

Androids around the country are slowly waking up and, with the guidance of their leader Markus, are slowly gaining their freedom. But when the past and corporate secrets that were taken to the grave are dug up again, the hope of a people might be lost forever.

Detroit Become Human One Shots. It's an X reader!

This story is basically Conner's full story, but with a bit more intimacy and a few surprising ships.

"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|

A collection of one shots I've written. If you want me to try and make a whole book out of it, I might!

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