One of my favorite things in the world is protective Hank—I eat that shit up breakfast, lunch, dinner, snacks, and desserts baby. It’s a tag in every one of my fics and it always will be. And the best part? It’s canon
Hank is NATURALLY protective ‼️ He makes Connor stay behind him anytime they go headfirst into something that could be dangerous—he makes the android who can (in many cases) survive a gunshot stay behind him when they walk into danger ??????????
He turns Connor away when Kamski is being a creep ??????
He stops the android designed to accomplish the mission anytime he’s about to do something dangerous to accomplish said mission (i.e., the roadway and the rooftop)
And the scene near the end when he tries to intercept the gun the SECOND Connor’s clone turns it towards Connor—ARE YOU KIDDING ME ⁉️
tags: fluff and smut, fantasizing, first dates, first time
summary:
"While many of the items on the list are things he could easily achieve with some time and dedication, the last item on his list is perhaps the most ambitious.
He knows, theoretically, he’s capable of performing the act. Admittedly, he’s still been entirely unable to give the hardware a test run to completion, but it’s there, and the software currently installed to run it may be basic, but upgrades and updates are readily available and getting better all the time.
If Hank wants him to try more human things, copulation, from Connor’s understanding, is incredibly human.
The difficulty will be in finding a partner."
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Connor has a list of human things he wants to try in the name of cultural exchange. All he wants is Hank's help in crossing off each item.
Happy Holidays! Many thanks to @connor-sent-by-cyberlife for this cosy, wonderful event! HankConAdvent24 ❄️
Thank you for letting me be part of it 🩵
Feeling a mix of emotions and with a healthy dose of scepticism, Hank Anderson's eyes sweep over the huge ice skating rink right in front of them.
Jesus fucking Christ. He's fucked.
As soon as Connor turned his big, begging eyes on him, Hank already knew there was no way in hell he was going to win this fight. As always, he was utterly powerless against the overwhelming force of these sad puppy dog eyes.
His fate was sealed.
stupid sexy priest by connorsjorts
pairing: hankcon
rated: E
tags: Demon/Priest AU, but basically a romcom, they're falling in love via sloth and gluttony your honor, Mutual Pining, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Banter, Sexual Repression, AND MORE! click the ao3 link for the full list
summary:
Hank is a demon working in Hell’s Corruption Division. He’s got a new—annoying—assignment: Father Connor Stern.
Connor is stubborn. Obedient. Holier-Than-Thou.
Hank can’t wait to get this particular assignment over with—but luckily, he’s got a pretty simple plan. If he can tempt Connor into committing each of the seven deadly sins, that should be enough to get his boss off his back. He just needs to convince Connor to eat a box of Oreos. Get him to smoke a little weed. Try to get him laid. Easy enough. Straightforward.
Falling in love with the priest is not part of the plan.
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heeyyyyyyy the first chapter of my demon/priest hankcon romcom is out for this year's DBH Big Bang! I had SUCH a blast working with @connor-sent-by-cyberlife , @frenchpichux , @samishin , and @zeppersart ! They all have been doing a phenomenal job on the artwork and have been so much fun to collaborate and brainstorm with. Go give them some love and I hope you enjoy what we've made! 😇🙏😈
this stunning movie poster of a cover was created by Pichux and Samone (samishin) and the first chapter features incredible art by Connor-sent-by-Cyberlife and Samone as well!
And of course--huge thanks to Sev and Tine from @dbh-bb2023 for organizing this event! It's been so much fun 💖💫 ✨
Hi everyone ! Hope you’re all doing well ! Here is another update for the TWD au... Thank you for your support, even though I’m not really active lately. I’m always so happy to come back here and post something, even if it’s not much. I progressed a little on my comic, it had been a while ! I have something like 7 parts left to draw... Anyway ! Thank you for your patience and your support <3
Surprisingly I really love this au, and I’m kinda proud of the character development I’ve done here. Hope you’ll enjoy this update !
They went through a building infested with walkers with experimented ease. Outside, snow was starting to cover asphalt and concrete with a soft white coat. Winter was setting in, as they probably approached the end of the year : now they couldn't just camp outside, because of the cold and the weather, so everyday, way before the sun started declining, they had to look for a shelter. Getting closer to buildings and former residential areas meant they would come across more undeads… and eventually other humans.
Connor was afraid Hank and Cole would try to help or talk to anyone unwarily, but the two less experienced survivors seemed to have learnt a few things in the past months. They had spotted a group of people running away from an alerting number of walkers, but neither Hank nor Cole had said a word about helping them. Instead, they profited from the other group's misfortune to move forward unnoticed.
That night, as per usual, they had found an abandoned house and barricaded themselves in one room with a wood stove. Days were becoming shorter and shorter, which meant nights were getting longer everyday. They had found a few board games or cards that could keep them entertained, and it was a new ritual for Cole to ask for a game after dinner.
Then he would read a little or listen to some music -they had found piles for the walkman- and finally fall asleep, leaving the two adults alone for a couple more hours.
Hank : We have to stay here for a moment. We're getting short on food supplies, and hunting will become harder, now it's winter. We need to go check for food around the neighborhood.
Connor : Alright.
Hank : … I'm sorry, I know you want to find your brother quickly but…
Connor: No Hank, you're right. Food is our number 1 priority now, and it's only the beginning of the season.
Hank : … Man, winter sucks in the after world.
Connor : Hm… what a shame. It was my favorite season before.
Hank : Why ?
Connor : I love when shops get their Christmas decorations, the lights, the ugly sweaters, mulled wine, hot waffles, the sound you make when you walk in the snow.
Hank : … Yeah you're right. Ugly sweaters are something. But the cold ? Your feet are always damp, your nose always red. The damn car that won't start. And Christmas carols, I really can't stand them.
Connor : … I'm gonna miss the Christmas Market. And Thanksgiving. It must almost be Thanksgiving.
Hank : … Hey, don't think about it. We should try to sleep too.
Hank didn't really move from his place on the floor, only grabbing his blanket and taking his shoes and coat off.
Connor : You're not sleeping on the couch?
Hank : No thanks. Almost sure it's full of worms from what I've seen.
Connor : Ugh. You're going to be cold if you sleep on the ground. Plus you gave Cole your sleeping bag...
Hank : Right. I had forgotten about that.
Connor : … You know, we could share this futon. Guaranteed wormless, I checked.
Hank let out a low, husky laugh, but finally moved in his direction. He shaked his blanket over Connor and himself, covering them together.
Hank : Thanks, Con.
It took a few more minutes for them to find the best positions. The futon that had seemed quite huge to Connor when he was sitting on it all alone looked a lot smaller now that Hank was lying by his side. They had little to no room to move, or they would soon be stuck to each other. Hank was lying on his side, facing the wood stove and Cole. Connor was lying on his back, staring blankly at the ceiling, detailing in his head the cracks and the spots of mold. He soon decided it was too distressing and turned on his most comfortable side, his eyes now fixed on the back of Hank's grey sweater.
They slowly fell asleep.
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Hank woke up in the middle of the night, not sure of what had taken him out of dreamland : he could still see bribes of his old house, Cole's last birthday party, his laughs and excitement as he was opening his presents. Weird enough, the neighbor who let them in her bunker months ago was there too. And so was Connor, giving Cole a serrated knife. Back in the past, Hank would have freaked out if his boy was being offered a knife on his birthday, but in his dream, he was very happy to know Cole had a good weapon with him. He had come to Connor to thank him for the thoughtful gift, and had given him a piece of that delicious cake : the young man seemed happy.
Usually, Hank was woken up by the sensation of cold gripping his body because the fire was dying, or the sinister howling of winter wind in the holes of the buildings. This time, it was none of these : he was buried under his blanket, on a mattress, Connor's warmth radiating in his back, the room had the windows and the doors sealed with old towels and cardboards. The wood stove was still running hot for the three of them. Everything was quiet.
Connor : Hmmh…
Almost.
Hank turned on his back slowly, realizing Connor was a lot closer than when they had fallen asleep. The young man had probably slowly slided in this position, attracted to the hollow created in the futon by the Lieutenant's heavy frame. Connor moved in his sleep, growled, and threw his left arm and leg over Hank's body. He was squeezing him tight, tighter than Hank would have expected him to be capable of in his sleep. Boy, what a strong grip he had ! The grey haired man could now feel Connor's contours against his own body, the shape of him filling the smallest gaps between them.
Hank's right arm was getting numb from the tight hug, he proceeded to take it out of the grip to cover the younger one's shoulders softly : now, Connor's cheek was resting against Hank's breast, his left arm locked over his belly. For a moment, the former police lieutenant thought that being one of those big Teddy bears from funfairs must feel like this more often than not.
But then Connor let out a small whimper, along with a lascivious move from his hips. Uh-oh.
Connor : Hhhmm… Please…
Hank hated that his first thought was to wonder who Connor was dreaming about. Bad, bad horny brain, he told himself, blushing furiously. The younger man was unmistakably hard against his thigh, and his skin felt so hot through his clothes. He was rocking his hips almost lazily, his breath heavy, grabbing Hank's chest with a naughty hand.
What the actual fuck.
Hank didn't move - only his hand reflexively squeezed Connor's shoulder, because he was only human. He didn't even know how to breathe now, only exhaling and inhaling mechanically, shakily, as Connor was keeping his lustful rippling.
The brunette was moving languidly, letting out a few growls of contentment here or there. It wasn't frantic, or needy, it was soft, reminding Hank of lazy morning sex he had had in the past : the slow, warm, idle moments of tenderness before leaving for work. He wanted that. He wanted that with Connor.
The movements slowed down and died with a last satisfied sigh from the young man. He buried his face against Hank's chest, squeezing him tight for a few seconds before relaxing. The silence in the room was heavy, and Hank couldn't even think straight, his eyes staring fixedly at the dark ceiling. The revelation hurt : his panicking heartbeat, the heat invading his chest and the final realization that, yes, he wanted more with him …
He couldn't ruin the precious dynamic they had. Connor was his friend before everything else, and Cole wouldn't bear it if the brunette decided to leave just because Hank couldn't keep it in his pants. No, he wouldn't ruin anything.
With this said, Hank closed his eyes.
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They spent the next few days checking out the area to find more food before walking to the next town. The task was becoming harder and harder with time, as other survivors were converging to the same places to resupply: most of the shops were totally empty by now, giving the three humans no other choice than to look out for anything useful in the numerous houses. One in particular seemed interesting: wood planks were screwed all over the doors and windows, leaving only one way in, a window on the second floor.
Connor : I'll go check.
Hank : You sure ? I mean, you'd have to climb on that tree and walk on the roof… I'll go.
Connor : No offense but look at the house. If you step on it you'll break through the floor. Cole could walk on it but he's too short to get up there. Leaves only one option.
Hank : What tells me you're not gonna pass through the floor too ?
Connor : If I do, will you come help me ?
Hank : Of course…
Connor : Alright then. I'm going.
The young man started climbing the fence, then the tree. Hank and Cole watched him worriedly : after all, the last time Connor had been on a tree, it didn't exactly end well. After a few minutes, he finally got to the open window and with a smile and a wave, he slid inside. Hank sighed, both in relief and exasperation.
Hank : What a stubborn kid !!!
Cole : … Dad ?
Hank : Hm ?
Cole : Do you like him ?
Hank : Of course I like him. Don't you?
Cole : No, I mean… are you in love ?
The man blinked, replaying the scene in his head, not sure if he had heard correctly. Cole smiled smugly at him -and sure enough the boy was starting to take the brunette's bad habits. That smile was already endearing on Connor's face, but Cole looked adorable, his eyes shining with self confidence.
Cole had always been a shy kid : at school, he definitely wasn't the leader of the band, and had been mocked sometimes by his classmates for being fearful and for seeking adults' help when in difficulty. Since the beginning of their journey, Cole had grown more mature, and had gained in self confidence. Hank was really happy that the whole situation -and Connor- helped Cole on this point.
Hank : What makes you think that?
Cole : I started having suspicions when you kissed him on the forehead when he was sick.
Hank : … Am I that obvious ?
Cole : Why don't you tell him ?
Hank : What ? No, it's not happening, pumpkin. I don't want him to run away. We work nice, the three of us, don't you think? Don't wanna ruin that.
Cole : Hm…
Cole walked farther, trying to stay balanced as he was stepping on the edge of the pavement.
Hank : It's between you and me, Cole. Don't say a word to Connor, I count on you.
Cole : I can keep a secret, I'm not Sheryl.
Sheryl was a girl in his former school. She couldn't keep a secret. Hank wondered what she had become.
Cole : But you know, if Connor runs away from us just because you like him, I don't think he would deserve you anyway.
Hank watched his son thoughtfully for a moment, and smiled at the words : good boy.
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They were only a few hours of walk away from Pittsburgh now, but the sky was dark and cloudy that morning : a snow storm was coming. The little party had found a shelter in one of the nearest houses before they got stuck in the eye of the storm. The wind was shaking all the walls and howling like an angry beast at each gust of snow.
Connor : We're stuck in here now.
Cole : … I'm cold…
Hank : The fireplace is sealed… if we light a fire we will die from the smoke.
Connor: Take your blankets and sleeping bags and cover yourself at best. Then we'll have to stay really close all night to stay warm.
They did. Hank being bigger, he found himself holding the two younger boys close in his arms, trying to envelop them as much as he could.
Hank : Cole ? You okay ?
Cole : Hm-hm…
Connor : What about you ?
Hank : 'M fine… stay close and we'll get through this.
Connor shifted under the blanket that was covering the three of them together and put his arms around Hank's waist, burying his lips against his neck. His hot breath was blowing on his nape, sending shivers down his spine.
Connor : Hold on, Hank…
The man tightened his grip on the young one, hearing a sigh of satisfaction near his ear. Hank's back was contracted from the cold, but under the blanket, between his strong arms, Connor and Cole were radiating with warmth. Especially Connor.
Connor : I'll keep you warm I promise…
The whispers only sent more shivers in his spine.
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Pittsburgh was infested with walkers : the only safe way through the city was on the rooftops. Most of the time, they could jump from one building to the next one, or get across by walking on a bridge made by other survivors.
Sometimes they had to climb down and cross a road or two, and things could get a lot more dangerous then. They had had a few close calls : Cole was almost caught by a walker hiding under a car. Hank shot the undead without thinking, drawing the attention of all the other creeps around. Herds were the most dangerous thing to get caught in, especially in a city, where it was easy to be trapped. As they were trying to escape, Hank fell down the wooden floor, and they were separated.
Connor and Cole had searched for him the next few days, only to find him again with a hand-made brace on his ankle.
Cole had run and jumped in his arms crying, for the first time in a while. Connor had stood close, watching thoughtfully, not sure if he could hug Hank too. The man opened his eyes again, Cole still tightly pressed against his torso, and motioned his arms towards the younger man, with a relieved smile. The dark-haired man smiled in response and ran in his embrace as well.
Hank : God… I love you… I love you two so much.
Connor hugged him even tighter and Cole's sobs melted with relieved laughter.
Summary: “I was connected to his memory, when he fired I…I felt him die…” his voice was unsteady. “Like I was dying.” A shudder ran down Connor’s spine. He didn’t want to die. He really didn’t. He remembered when Hank had threatened him with his gun and had asked him if he was afraid to die, he had already felt a ghost of this fear but not like that, it hadn’t been close to that. Hank wasn’t shouting anymore; he was just staring at Connor who was looking for words. His lips were trembling and his voice broke at his next admission.
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Connor feels Simon die and is hurled into deviancy
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