#dad hank

[lesbianwyllravengard]

And more detroit become human characters as textposts! bc I can’t quit

[poorlydrawnandroids]

Every man (and android) for himself. 

More siblings content because idk that’s just the 2023 mood. My brother and I brought it in by drinking gross champagne and singing to the cats. Happy New Year!

[mooseonahunt]

[platonic/familial] As somebody once said to me regarding Sixty, “Mah brain damaged boi.” I think he deserves to drink thirium however he well pleases

(based off the stock image of a man drinking coffee out of the pot)

[connorwhumpaddict]

“A Happy Birthday”

(A Feel-good fic, father/son relationship)

Summary: Hank get’s thrown a surprise party by his friends and colleagues at work, but that is not the only surprise he receives OR the time Connor calls Hank ‘Dad’ for the first time.

Warning: None! Just feel-good, fluffy, Hank/Connor/father/son goodiness.

Art: By me

“Come on Hank, we don’t wanna be late for work.” Connor called impatiently, waiting at the entrance to the DPD.

“Relax kid, work isn’t going anywhere and we’re in good time. Why such a rush?” Hank chuckled as he made his way towards the android.

“I’m just.. Excited.”

“For what? Paperwork?” Hank laughed goodnatured. He’d finally reached the door, which Connor was holding open for him, and he reached out and ruffled the kid’s brown locks for good measure as he entered.

“Ah! Hank, not my hair! I finally styled it perfectly this morning!” Connor protested and moved away from under the hand and immediately began shifting through his thick locks to get it back in order as he shot Hank a slight glare and a pout, which only made the older man laugh harder.

Sometimes the kid reminded him of a overgrown pup, not that he minded. Connor had filled his life with energy and joy he hadn’t thought possible for him to ever regain after Cole’s death and his following divorce. It was like the kid had given him a purpose again and it’d helped turn his life around for the better. He’d managed to quit drinking, he’d started exercising and loosing weight and while he still enjoyed the occasional visit to the Chicken Feed, Connor had personally helped him change his eating habits to a more healthy and balanced diet. He couldn’t imagine his life without Connor in it anymore, a thought that had scared him at first, but now made him feel blessed and thankful.

“Alright, my bad.” Hank chuckled and wiped a tear from his eye. He placed his arm around his partner’s shoulders. “Let’s get you to that paperwork you’re so excited for then.” He grinned and lead the way towards the office, he opened the door and…

“SURPRISE!!” The crowd of officers and colleagues yelled out in unison at their entry, almost giving Hank a damn heart attack.

“What the hell!!” He shouted out, startled.

The crowd laughed and cheered at his reaction and started throwing colourful confetti in the air. Hank noticed several of them had adorned festive pointed hats, among them captain Fowler who stood with a wide grin of his own as he clapped his hands in joy and no doubt amusement of his lieutenant’s surprise. A banner was hanging from the ceiling above them all, reading ‘Happy birthday Hank!’ in bold letters.

That’s when Hank realised what day it was, September 6. His birthday.. Which he’d totally forgotten.. He turned to Connor who was still standing at his side, but now with a wide smile of his own.

“You!” He pointed accusingly at Connor trying to act stern and angry, but already feeling his facade cracking into a smile. “You did this!”

“Maybe.” Connor laughed making Hank laugh as well.

Hank hadn’t celebrated his birthday in years. He hadn’t felt like he had anything to celebrate by turning a year older, hence why he hadn’t even bothered to notice todays date, but he actually found.. he didn’t mind this.. For the first time in a long time, the prospect of celebrating his birthday with his colleagues he’d finally reconnected with and with Connor. It sounded.. Nice.

“Come on birthday boy take a seat, we have another surprise for you!” Tina called and pulled out Hank’s desk chair for him to sit.

“Goddamn, I’m not sure my heart can take anymore surprises today. I’m an old man now after all.” Hank joked, but still made his way to sit as instructed.

“Nonsense! 55 is the new 25, everyone knows that.” Chris said, making the crowd laugh.

The lights were suddenly dimmed and Hank watched as Connor exited the break room, carrying a large cake with two lit candles in the shape of the number 5 on top. The kid was smiling that bright smile of his and as he walked towards Hank’s desk the people around him started singing;

“Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday dear Haaank

Happy birthday to you!

From good friends and true

From old friends and new

May good luck go with you

And happiness too!”

As the song ended everybody started clapping and cheering. The kid had made it all the way to stand in front of Hank’s desk, his eyes shining as bright as the blue of his LED at his temple, his face partly illuminated by the soft glow of the candles.

“Happy birthday, Dad!” Connor said, smiling widely at Hank, with the cake held out in front of him, proudly.

Hank’s eyes widened and his face fell slack in shock as he looked up at the kid from his seated position. His heart suddenly hammered in his chest and his tongue felt dry in his mouth, making him speechless. Connor immediately seemed to realise his obvious slip-up as he clamped his mouth tightly shut and his LED chanced from its calm blue to a fast spinning red and his eyes turned wide and panicked. The crowd around them had also fallen silent and looked skittishly between Hank and Connor, the atmosphere suddenly thick with a panicked awkwardness.

“I-l mean happy birthday Ha..Lieutenant!” Connor stammered out, unable to hide his growing distress. “I’m.. So sorry.. I’ll..” an uncomfortable pause followed. All eyes were on Connor, the silence was deafening.

[WARNING: Stress levels 78%^] His HUD offered uselessly.

Connor sat the cake down on Hank’s desk, possible with a little more force than was necessary, and rose into the machinelike posture of attention he’d been used to before he turned deviant. “I apologise for my indiscretion, lieutenant. I promise it won’t happen again. Please enjoy the rest of your birthday, I’ll offer my service to help run patrol the rest of the day should you have need of me.” He reported in a forced monotone voice of indifference, although he was sure his red LED betrayed his inner dread and panic. He needed to get out of here before he’d make Hank even more uncomfortable with his presence. With that he made a beeline for the exit.

The sight of Connor turning and walking away finally snapped Hank out of his stupor. “Wait..” He said, but his voice was hoarse and didn’t carry far enough to be heard by the fast disappearing Connor. “Wait!” He tried again, his voice a bit stronger. He pushed himself away from his desk and fought to stand up in jerky movements. His body felt light and heavy at the same time, making it hard to move, but he finally managed to get up with the help from some of his friends around him. Connor had already left the office in a speed walk and Hank took off in a run to catch up with him. He pushed the door open to the reception area and spotted Connor at the other end of the room. “Connor!!” He yelled out in a strong voice this time.

His voice must have carried the sort of rushed desperation he felt in his stomach, because Connor finally paused in his steps and turned around to look back at Hank. Hank swore he could feel his heart almost breaking at the sight. Connor’s eyes were wide and sad, his LED was still spinning a wild red and the kid just looked so utterly defeated and broken. Hank picked up his pace and raced across the space, not caring people were staring and had to jump out of his way as he came barreling through not to get hit. All he focused on was getting to Connor as fast as possible.

He skidded to a stop mere inches from the android who looked up at him with those damn sad puppy eyes. The machinelike facade had disappeared completely, leaving only the insecure and vulnerable core of the real Connor back, who immediately began a stream of hurried explanations and apologies;

“I know what you’re gonna say lieutenant, I know I was out of line and I’m so sorry! It just.. Came out of me!! I didn’t mean to, I j-just..” But Connor was interrupted as he found himself being suddenly pulled forcefully into a tight embrace, as Hank squeezed him close to his chest and burrowed his chin against the side of the android’s head. Connor’s senses were filled with the smell of Hank’s cologne and the feel of the strong arms that were wrapped around his shoulders. Without conscious thought he found himself immediately returning the gesture and curled his arms under Hank’s and holding on tight on his broad shoulders. He could feel his stress levels falling considerably already.

“Connor.. Son.. You can call me Dad if you want to.. Of course you can!” Hank said, his voice wavering slightly as he fought to hold back tears.

Connor felt his thirium pump increase its rhythm and replayed Hank’s words in his memory-banks several times, positive he’d heard him wrong. But after several replays he was sure he’d heard correctly. “R-Really?!” He asked in disbelief.

Hank tightened his grip even further around his boy. “It would be the best birthday gift I’ve ever received if you would.” He said in a half crying and half laughing into Connor’s hair.

Connor felt his own eyes overflowing with emotion too and burrowed his head into Hank’s shoulder. “Thank you..” He cried, his voice slightly muffled by Hank’s jacket.

“Please, say it again.. For me son..” Hank asked and gently placed one of his hands at the back of Connor’s head.

Connor tightened his own hold even more and smiled into the soft leather against his face as more tears feel from his eyes. “Thank you, Dad..”

THE END

[polyoptigon17]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Hank Anderson & Connor Characters: Hank Anderson, Connor (Detroit: Become Human)

  Additional Tags: Hurt Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Connor (Detroit: Become Human) Whump, Whump, Beating, Poor Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Hank Anderson & Connor Parent-Child Relationship, Worried Hank Anderson, Blood and Violence, Restraints, Undercover, Undercover Missions, Protective Hank Anderson, Deviant Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Post-Pacifist Best Ending (Detroit: Become Human), Hurt/Comfort, 

Summary:

Hank and Connor are on an undercover mission trying to bring down an android trafficking ring. After a week Hank is completely done with it and wants nothing more than to take Connor home and return to their normal life. It only gets worse when Connor causes trouble and Hank is expected to be the one to punish him. It's the last thing he'd ever want to do, but what other option was there?

[bloodyrobot]

human intern! connor and his terrifying crush on the dpds newest detective, the rk900 😩 😩

[garbinge]

Contaminated (2/?)

Bishop Losa x OC Lara Barrera Losa (Father/Daughter Duo) annnndddd eventual Angel Reyes x OC Lara Losa (Romantic Pairing)

TW: Mention of familial loss, death, murder, car accident, blood, domestic abuse, relationship abuse, more t r a u m a.

A/N: A little Uncle Hank and Niece Lara being awkward and shy followed up by some classic girls supporting girls. Next chapter will have some more Dad Bish, he’s just currently cleaning up our girl’s mess right now. Hope you guys enjoy!

Chapter Index

Word Count: 2.3k words

Contaminated Taglist: @est1887 (Let me know if you want to be added!)

It was practically 2AM at this point as Hank and Lara sat awkwardly quiet in the van as they drove down the empty interstate. The MC van wasn’t new to her, she knew the vehicle and the man driving it well, but knowing how she left mixed with the situation that led her here made everything even more tense than imagined.

The silence was eating Hank alive so he decided to speak up. 

“Are you cold? Do you want me to turn down the air?” He asked as he went to fidget with the dials. Trying to just make the girl he looked at as a niece comfortable. 

“No, I’m ok.” She responded, hands sitting in her lap as she mindlessly played with her jewelry on her hands. 

Hank nodded and put both hands back on the wheel. A couple cars zoomed past them on the highway, but besides the occasional speeder, they were the only ones on the road. A sign that read “Oakland 5 miles” passed overhead and Lara wondered how much longer they would be driving. 

“Are you hungry or anything?” Hank spoke up after a few minutes again. He scrunched his face up after asking once he noticed Lara jump at the unexpected noise, now double guessing if that was an okay thing to ask. 

“What do you got?” Lara looked over at him curiously for the first time. She needed something to keep her mind occupied and sitting in silence was not helping.  

Hank leaned over and rummaged through the side compartment of the van. He took out a couple pieces of paper, folded up scrapyard forms, and gas receipts until he pulled out an unopened chocolate bar and a bag of peanuts. 

“The prospect always keeps junk hangin’ around.” The side smirk grew on his face as he handed them to her and shrugged.

“One man’s trash.” She said with a courteous look and opened the Hershey bar as Hank went and turned on the radio to ease the silent tension as they continued to drive.

The ride was only 10 more minutes but it felt like an eternity. If Lara was being honest, although not talking was torture for her brain, the thought of having to explain anything to Hank seemed more torturous. He was an amazing uncle– kind, thoughtful, but hard to talk to about the deep stuff, as his niece that is. She was sure when Bishop approached him on club business he had a whole different persona, I mean how else do you get to be the Sergeant at Arms of an MC?

Hank put the car in park which made Lara snap out of her thoughts and stare up at the tiny house they pulled up to. She took in the area as she climbed out of the van and made her way to the front door. Before either of them could knock the door was being opened and Francesca Loza stood there waving them in.

Lara looked around the house as Frankie and Hank whispered by the door, clearly talking about her. 

“Just look after her, you know?” Hank offered up to his daughter. 

Frankie nodded and looked at the girl who was clearly uncomfortable and decided she’d take her father’s advice. Which is why she then kicked him out. 

“Alright, go.” Frankie shooed her father out the door and he raised his hands up innocently as he walked out the door just as quickly as he entered. 

“You want some water?” Frankie asked as she walked past the girl to fill up a glass despite Lara’s lack of response. 

Lara awkwardly followed and grabbed the glass that Frankie put on the counter. 

“Alright, so we’re gonna do the quiet thing, that’s cool.” Frankie said when she realized Lara wasn’t going to speak. 

She escaped into the back hallway and Lara thought she was just going to stay back there which would leave her alone with her thoughts. But almost within seconds the girl was back in the kitchen with a bunch of folded clothes in her hand. Lara froze when she saw the clothes and then looked down at her own to see the blood all over her current outfit. A look of worry filled Lara’s face which Frankie clearly could read off of her immediately. 

“It’s not a big deal.” Frankie spoke so nonchalant you’d think they were talking about spilt milk. “You know who our dads are?” She shrugged and left the clothes on the counter as she opened the fridge looking for something to quickly put together. 

She took out some produce along with a container of meat and placed them on the counter before turning around to the island in her kitchen where Lara stood on the opposite side. 

“Do you eat meat? I have soy chorizo too, we don’t discriminate in this house.” She turned back around and grabbed the ingredients she stacked up and brought them onto the island. She paused for a minute and looked directly at Lara before speaking again.  “We just don’t tell Hank he’s eating a vegan based meal.” She smiled spreading everything out for Lara to get a look at. 

“I’m a carnivore.” Lara said her first words since entering the house and then immediately flinched at the thought of her statement. 

Frankie understood her thought process immediately, that was something great about her, she could read the room swimmingly, and all of her psychology classes made that skill even more useful. Turning around she rapidly put the beef away and replaced it with the soy chorizo. 

“Cool. Well this is a new brand so you can tell me if it passes for the real stuff cause then I can add it into Hank’s secret menu.” She smiled trying to move the conversation along as to not upset the girl and keep her calm. 

Lara laughed and nodded, grabbing the clothes but not sure where exactly to go.  

“Bathroom is down the hall to the right, my shower is broken right now otherwise I’d let you hop in, but the sink works and there’s some washcloths in the linen closet.” She pointed with the wooden spoon in her hand. 

Lara entered the bathroom and stared at herself for a couple moments. She wanted to cry but there was nothing left in her. No emotion, no tears, nothing. If anything this entire night felt like a fever dream. 

Grabbing one of the washcloths, she began to let the water run and wipe herself down from the blood and dirt currently stuck on her being. As the towel moved down her bruised arm, her mind flashed to Jesse grabbing her and slamming her against the wall. The shriek she let out when he had her pinned against the wall filled her mind like a song would when it would get stuck in your head. Her eyes shut tight and body leaned on the counter as her head dropped. Memories kept flooding her mind as she cleaned off the blood and it drained out into the sink. 

“You think you can just show up because you have nowhere to go? We broke up a month ago, Lara.” Jesse said, storming through the house. 

“I literally have nowhere else to go. I got kicked out of my old place. I have like no money because you took all of my savings and spent it on bullshit!” She said with an attitude as she chased behind him in the house.

 Lara thought this was what rock bottom looked like. Begging her shitty ex for a place to live. But looking back this moment might have been the least cringey of the day. 

“What a low life like you? No friends? Nowhere to go? Shocking.” He scoffed and pushed past her shoulder aggressively. 

Standing in the kitchen looking around, she realized there was no reason to be begging for anything from this man. He didn’t help her when they were together, he obviously wasn’t going to help her now. At this point she figured she’d try her luck at a shelter or try and get some money for a motel, you know, take things day by day. 

“Whatever I’m out of here” The attitude still dripping from her tone, rightfully so. Adding a nice eye roll and head shake as she walked by him, giving him the same shoulder check he just delivered to her. 

“You and that fucking attitude.” And with that statement his hand gripped the girl's arm practically cutting off her circulation and slammed her against the wall which caused her to shriek. 

The constraint he held on her was so tight that she could feel her skin bruising as the seconds passed. She felt her heart racing similar to when you’d get your blood pressure taken although if things kept up like this her vital signs would be non-existent. When she shrieked his hands moved to her mouth and then down to her neck restraining her from screaming anymore but also crushing any way for air to make it down to her lungs.

“I always told you that mouth was going to get you into trouble.”

She scrambled her hands around and came across something on the counter. The hesitation that consumed her was probably the last bit of innocence she had left in her. Lara knew what was in her hand was a butcher's knife and the damage it would do could be irreparable, but as she realized there wasn’t a single breath of air coming through her, she just went for it. Stabbing the knife into the man’s body and almost immediately he fell to the ground letting her go to slide down the wall. 

“You stupid bitch.” He spat as he lay on the ground. His next move was where he made the mistake that took his life. Taking the knife out, he bled out within seconds. Not able to say anything, just fight for air like Lara was moments ago. 

Lara sobbed. Not for the loss of his life but for the fact that she had caused someone's loss of life. 

Lara exited the bathroom with her change of clothes on. As she entered the kitchen she saw the plate of food on the island waiting for her and Frankie scrolling on her iPad as she sat on the counter. 

“Thanks.” Lara said as she dug into the food, not holding back, there was only so long a candy bar and bag of peanuts could hold someone over. 

Frankie smiled and let the girl eat in peace while she also ate a plate of food. Eventually the two began small talk, which turned into friendly talk about their past. They weren’t complete strangers, the two had known each other when they were younger teenagers. They were friends in fact, but once things started to go down hill with her family, Frankie was one of the people that Lara pushed away with ease. 

“So why are you in Oakland?” Lara asked as she leaned back in the bar height chair with her now empty plate in front of her. 

“Finishing up my last semesters of school before I come back down. I’m surprised my dad didn’t mention it on the way over. He’s counting down the days until I’m home.”  

“If it means anything, he didn’t really mention much on the ride. He hasn’t changed at all.” Lara smiled. 

“They never do.” Frankie said with deeper meaning behind her words but keeping the conversation going so the statement went by in passing.

“Must be nice to have him want you around. Bishop practically pushed me out the door when Aiden died.” 

The mention of Lara’s dead brother was said with no emotion and such ease, which was something that didn’t go unnoticed to Frankie. 

“Although they live a very similar life, there are differences, being the president of a MC versus a member, even an office patch.” Frankie explained. “I’m sure he did what he thought was right, but that probably didn’t feel good for you.” She validated the girl. 

“Just very accustomed to losing people, you know.” 

“This life, being the daughter of– whatever the fuck you want to call it, the MC, of an outlaw, it’s very… unique.” Frankie explained. 

“Unique is what you describe something from a thrift store, this life, is fucking traumatizing.” Lara bluntly said. 

“I’m used to being the only blunt person around.” Frankie laughed. 

“I guess you met your match.” Lara raised her eyebrows. 

“Match made in hell.” Frankie retorted and both girls laughed. 

The two of them did dishes and wiped the counters down as they talked and just bullshit the rest of the night away until both of them decided to retreat to the living room. Both of them sat on the couch and watched some late night cartoon that was on TV but neither of them were truly watching it, they were both in their own thoughts. Lara digesting the events that happened earlier while Frankie digested the best way to handle everything moving forward. 

“I’m sure they deserved it, you know.” Frankie said to break the silence, not expecting a reply.  “Not sure what happened but in most cases, it’s usually you or them. And you gotta put yourself first cause otherwise, no one else will.” Frankie added on. “You don’t have to talk about it, yet. But if you want to, I’m here.” Frankie paused before taking her eyes off the girl and back to the TV. 

Lara didn’t give an answer, a trait she carried over from her father, but simply draped the blanket she had on over Frankie’s legs to show her she was thankful and appreciative of her and the two sat in silence for the rest of the night letting their thoughts ruminate and their friendship blossom.

[chaotickatie03]

Detroit: Become Family

So I had this DBH fanfic idea for a while and I’m not doing anything with it so I thought if I shared it here someone might write it or use it for inspiration for their own work!

The main plot was gonna be that Detective Hank fosters Nines Droid, when he finds out that Nines has a younger brother he goes to find him and foster him too so the brothers could be together. And the fic was gonna be the three of them grow closer and Hank eventually adopts both boys.

These were some points I wrote down for each character:

Detective Hank Anderson; 34, Foster Father to Nines & Connor Detective At Detroit Precinct Fosters Nines, & Soon After Connor Adopts Sumo For Connor Adopts Nines & Connor At One Point In The Future

Nines Droid; 16, High School Prodigy, Asexual Mom Became Sick And Died In Hospital, When Nines Was 9 Father Became An Alcoholic After Her Death, Gave Up His Parental Rights When Nines Was 12 Has Been In Bad Foster Homes Became Separated From Connor At Age 14 Moved In With Hank At 15, Asked About His Brother

Connor Droid; 10, Autistic, Home Schooled Mom Became Sick And Died In Hospital, When Connor Was 3 Father Become An Alcoholic After Her Death, Gave Up His Parental Rights When Connor Was 6 Has Been In Bad Foster Homes Became Separated From Nines At Age 8 Moved In With Hank At 9, Reunited w/Nines

Gavin Reed; 17, High School Dropout Abusive Father Bad Side Of The Law

Tina Chen - 17, Gavin’s Childhood Friend Chris Miller - 10, Connor’s Friend/Neighbor Markus Manfred - 10, Adopted, Autistic (Lower On The Spectrum), Connor’s Friend Simon Lambert - 10, Shy, Markus’ Friend

Then I had a few ideas on either one shots in the series or things that could happen in the fic:

Hank Fostering Nines, Starts Looking For Connor, Fosters Him, Brothers Have A Heartwarming Reunion.

Hank Adopts Sumo For Connor!!

Nines & Gavin Meet For The First Time At Police Precinct

First Day Of High School, Nines Sees Gavin Again

Connor Meets Chris & Became Friends

Bullies Being Mean To Chris And Connor, Protective Nines

Maybe Gavin Babysitting Connor, Protective Gavin

Connor Goes To A Support Group And Meets Markus

Anyway, pls someone write this or something similar, I’m not going to I would really love to be able to read this!!