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Filthy Impetuous Soul by CatOverlordsWelcome for roadkillr, InventedSlash
Fandoms: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game)
29 Oct 2024
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He winked at him.
The fucker winked at him.
Hank considers himself an overall level-headed individual - well, okay, less so these days, but still, he didn't get to Lieutenant by not having some level of logic and reason overriding his temper. Sure, certain things still get to him - that jumped-up little pissant, Reed, comes to mind instantly - but androids? He thought he was above all that. Thought the haze of alcohol and grief rendered him impervious to those fuckers, to the way they acted so god-damn human, like they had any fucking idea...
And then that smug little shit, currently sat in his passenger seat - back ramrod straight, eyes shut - waltzed into Jimmy's and thoroughly fucked his day up.
And so what if his face looked like someone dragged it out of Hank's most embarrassing wet dreams, all rain-streaked and freckled and chiseled like a fucking Renaissance statue? So what if his voice sent a bolt of arousal straight down his spine when it told him about a god-damn murder, of all things?
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- Part 1 of Missing Scenes
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Liminal by CatOverlordsWelcome for roadkillr, InventedSlash
Fandoms: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game)
05 Mar 2025
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Connor is looking at him, staring at him, with that fucking look, the one Hank’s been trying to ignore for too long. The raw, searching, desperately hungry look, the one thing Hank has always been certain wasn’t programmed into him, because how could something entirely synthetic set his entire being on fire? He’s burning alive, incandescent with the desire to understand it.
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- Part 2 of Missing Scenes
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Obsolescence by CatOverlordsWelcome for roadkillr, sexyindyslexia (InventedSlash)
Fandoms: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game)
24 Mar 2025
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Twenty-six hours.
It’s been twenty-six hours since Hank’s spoken to Connor, but it’s not like he’s counting. Not like the number or the ticking of the fucking clock is carved into his skull.
Twenty-six hours since he blew his career up for an android. An android. Christ.
He’s been drowning in this hollow, unrelenting suffocation for twenty-six fucking hours. And now here Connor is, standing on his doorstep like nothing happened, like he didn’t just fucking disappear, like Hank hasn’t been absolutely tearing himself apart wondering if he’s dead, destroyed or just some soulless fucking husk, rebooted for the next mission, for the next bastard who has to deal with him.
And he has the fucking audacity to joke.
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- Part 3 of Missing Scenes