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Inspired by The Bells of Notre Dame.
It's the later 1890's, and amidst a rumbling city off the North Eastern coast of the United States sits the Cathedral of St. Bridgett. Built over the course of nearly 200 years to represent the salvation of sin the city was founded on, it holds a dark secret in its highest towers. Although a place of sanctuary, it is said that there is a monster hiding within its walls that nobody has ever truly seen.
Hank Anderson works for the local law, but doubles down on the side as a con artist and thief. He has no sense of faith, and feels betrayed and abandoned by a God he doesn't even believe in. However, when his gambling and addictions catch up with him, he finds himself seeking sanctuary in the Cathedral of St. Bridgett. Here is where he meets that infamous monster the lurks St. Bridgett's halls... only... he isn't nearly as horrible as the stories say.
That is if you never touch his hands.
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Owning a private detective agency in 2038 is difficult when you want nothing to do with computers, let alone Androids. In a society where everyone has an Android by their side and most jobs can be done by Androids, Hank's struggling to keep his agency alive. It's only when he finds himself an Android thrown away in the trash that he begins to warm up to them, and perhaps also finds himself in one of the most complicated mysteries he's even investigated; Who is Connor, and what is a CHOBIT?
Note: You don't need to know a damn thing about CHOBITS to read this.
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Hank can’t sleep. It’s too hot and his legs won’t stop kicking. Connor’s solution might be biting off more than he can chew.
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Detroit: 2038 is home to one of the longest running infection zones. Quarantined in Michigan and surviving on helicopter supplies has left the city in dire circumstances. It's every man for themselves, every community as empire; with the creation of super human bred and born with infection, society had finally found a means to an end... that is until those super human tools turn up missing or escaping on their own. Hank must not only find one of these escaped "deviants," but he has to work with it to discover the larger evils at work behind the scenes of the infection.
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This is ultimately a very sweet/tragic ROMANCE. There's a lot going on besides zombie setting stuff, so you're totally in the clear to read this regardless if you're squeamish to zombies or not since the plot doesn't revolve around that exclusively. This story is more about mutual survival, and love built on that bond. There's a lot of cute chapters and a lot of traumatizing chapters. It's like playing russian roulette.
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Hank and Connor go undercover, "vacationing" on a private island in the Florida Keys in a sting operation to convict an ultra-wealthy couple suspected of android trafficking.
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18 Apr 2023
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The Disappearance of Connor Anderson by Little_Red92
Fandoms: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game)
09 Dec 2018
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No one ever thinks it’s going to happen to them. But it did, oh God it did, and it’s left him paralysed, unable to process, to breathe. He needs to breathe, can feel his body heating up, short-circuiting as the gasoline ignites. He could self-destruct, he could die and, at this moment, with pain taking over every inch of him, maybe that wouldn't be such a terrible thing. There'd be nothing. No pain, no phantom hands on his skin, no memories, just darkness. He doesn't want to die, doesn't want Hank to be alone, to suffer another loss. If he died it would be for good this time; there are no more RK800 vessels to be put in, they were destroyed after the uprising.
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11 Sep 2020
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“Why did you try to kill yourself?”
The question slips out of Hank’s lips and weighs heavy between them in the dim light of his kitchen at two in the morning. Two glasses of whiskey sit on the table, the better part of a bottle warming their bones, and Connor stares at the amber liquid like it could take him somewhere else.
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11 Sep 2020
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Mr. Henry Anderson: Room 298 by blackeyedblonde
Fandoms: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game)
02 Mar 2020
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Mr. Anderson’s been under for nearly three days when he utters his first waking word.
It’s a miracle Connor was in the room to even hear it, really. He’s just finished hanging a new bag of fluids and checking the IV pump when he hears the unmistakable wheeze and cotton-dry smack of a human who has woken up a few hours after having their intubation tube removed.
Mr. Anderson coughs roughly and shifts in bed, still sluggish as the last of the sedation wears off through the ongoing haze of morphine. He opens his pale eyes, looks directly at Connor still sitting on a rolling stool at the bedside, and rasps one hoarse word, firm and resolute: “Fuck.”
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11 Sep 2020
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The roughness of the uneven terrain pulled Connor from his thoughts. He blinked a few times, adjusting his sights to the hotel in front of them. Hank was beside him, the small tremors in his fingers could be from the cold or their mission.
Connor preferred if they were nonexistent. The lieutenant hadn’t slept well in years, but these past few days had been worse than normal. The android figured it was their mission, it’d been the only thing to recently change.
“Hank,” Connor started, rolling the name on his tongue with some difficulty. Even after everything—The Revolution, deviancy, their friendship—Connor found it difficult to call the lieutenant by his first name, now more so that he had to. “You could’ve asked for a reassignment,” he said, cutting to the chase.
Hank shifted his gaze to Connor, his scowl softening before he spoke, “Homicide and Red Ice cases are my specialty, Con,” Hank sighed, “can’t just quit now ‘cause I’m a little uncomfortable,” he continued, a smile playing on his lips.
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Hank and Connor go undercover and Connor fucks it up more than once
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11 Sep 2020