Lepuria
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His head starts shaking before Connor’s aware of it. The idea of Markus thanking him of all things sits wrong with him. “You kissed North. You showed humans that we’re capable of greater emotions than they thought.”
“I kissed North because I was afraid I’d never get to kiss her again. We were trapped and staring down death and my first thought was that I wanted to kiss her one last time.” Connor hears Markus’ voice change with an emotion he can’t identify. “Do you know about soulmates?”
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Or the soulmate AU no one wanted.
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Exploring the post-game world of Detroit with the cutest robocop and his grumpy bf.
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A few weeks have passed. Androids are officially recognized as an intelligent species and deserving of human rights and duties. Life begins to normalize but only slowly.
Hank Anderson is having the worst time of his life. His growing friendship to Connor, Android Sent by CyberLife, came to halt when Connor joined Jericho. Hank has to deal with a new partner and with more than twice his usual workload - half of the Detroit City Police Department is out of order or town and in addition to homicides, he has now also to investigate crimes against androids.
Change comes with challenges, something Hank embraces despite his growling but also something Connor has to learn.
Maybe there are more than pragmatic reasons based on assumed efficiency for his return to the DCPD. But figuring out his new state of being is on the backburner. Androids are getting killed by what seems to be hate crimes. After all, changing right doesn't equal acceptance, as still too many humans - even in the police department - aren't shy to demonstrate.
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From Connor leaving Hank for months with no contact, to Hank being so injured from their ongoing investigation that he had to consider cybernetic parts as a limb replacement, the dynamic between the human and android became a complex emotion that Connor can’t seem to find an appropriate definition for. The closest thing he can compare it to is a “warmth” he can’t, and doesn’t want to, live without.
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Hank seeks oblivion after a rough case brings up a lot of memories. Connor interferes, and offers a mutually beneficial arrangement.
"I told you already, remember? I'll be whatever you want me to be. Your partner, your buddy to drink with, or..."
"My fuckbuddy," Hank said, interrupting him.
Something in Connor's face shuttered. Hank had the briefest of moments to wonder if maybe — and then Connor nodded. "Yes," he said. "Your fuckbuddy."