#hankcon advent

[nothinggathers]

@connor-sent-by-cyberlife Wrangled a few cats and put together a Hankcon Advent Calendar this year. My day to contribute was day 14, so here you are.

Title: On The First Day Of Christmas

Summary: My True Love Gave To Me Vicks, Chicken soup, and lemon water

This was not the Christmas Hank had envisioned for Connor

Rating: General Pairing: Hank Anderson/Connor Warnings: None Wordcount: 3,173

[glass-noodle]

hankcon but it’s a hallmark holiday special where they’re forced to endure every melodramatic and contrived trope under the sun. spoilers!!!!! they kiss at the end

I took part in the Hankcon Advent Calendar event for 2024!! Thank you @connor-sent-by-cyberlife for running the event ❄️🎄⛷️

Happy holidays!!!

[alicetallula]

HankCon Advent Calendar 2024 - TimeBird84 - HankCon drinking some hot drinks while wearing funny sweaters - 02.12.2024

It was a pleasure to participate to @timebird84’s HankCon Advent Calendar 2024 💕

HankCon drinking some hot drinks while wearing funny sweaters - 02.12.2024

Just decided to go with something soft 😊💙

Done using watercolors, ink pens, colored pencils, alcohol markers, graphite pencils, metallic ink pens, gel pens, acrylic paint pens and Photoshop for the background effects

AO3 post / Bluesky post / DeviantArt post / Instagram post / Pillowfort post / Twitter post

[samishin]

My comic for the Hankcon Advent Calendar event✨In which Connor lives with Nines post-canon and spends a year pining. 🥺

Thank you @connor-sent-by-cyberlife for hosting😊Always a pleasure 💙

[k0libra]

Do they reaallyyy need all of these decorations?🎄 I think they have enough already…. Why do you want to buy 2 christmas trees, guys..? Someone stop them, they’re gonna spend their whole salaries on this shopping spree aaa!💸💸💸

This is my contribution for hankcon advent calendar organised by @connor-sent-by-cyberlife on twitter! 🥰

[connor-sent-by-cyberlife]

Here's the direct link to my interest check.

https://vxtwitter.com/Timebird84/status/1830828460589154384?t=IbADGu5Nys1WqXWqdiWYiw&s=33

Note: This event will be hosted only on twitter.

[connor-sent-by-cyberlife]

The chapter you've probably all been waiting for of my Hankcon Detroit Become Human Reverse Big Bang 2024 collab "The Red Room" written by @rking200 is up now! Smut on the 2nd advent? It's more likely than you think! Go read it here and please, please, please share your excitement with us:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58781611/chapters/156279970

@dbh-bb

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[sweeteatercat]

Need a bit of HankCon inspiration (seasonal/winter/holiday/Christmas theme) 🥹🩵 for @connor-sent-by-cyberlife amazing advent calendar 🩵

[alicetallula]

Octopunk Advent - December 2020 - Day 12 : FAMILY - 20.12.2020

It was a pleasure to participate to the Octopunk Advent and to work on prompts based on the universe of the movies - or the book Paradisa by Michelle Iannantuono - of @octopunkmedia

Day 1 : MISTLETOE / Day 2 : SLEIGH RIDES / Day 3 : DECORATING / Day 6 : SNOWBALLS / Day 7 : NUTCRACKER / Day 4 : UGLY SWEATERS + Day 8 : OFFICE PARTY / Day 9 : FIREPLACES / Day 10 : CANDLES / Day 13 : CANDY CANE / Day 5 : GINGERBREAD + Day 14 : BAKING / Day 11 : SILENT NIGHT + Day 15 : CAROLING / Day 16 : GIFTS / Day 17 : ICE SKATING / Day 18 : HOT COCOA / Day 19 : EGGNOG / Day 20 : NEW YEAR'S / Day 21 : SOLSTICE / Day 22 : SNOWMEN / Day 23 : MALL SANTA / Day 24 : SCROOGE

Day 12 : FAMILY - 20.12.2020

Phck ! I thought I would never finish this ! It took me so long !

So yeah, Family.

I imagined Gavin and Nine's wedding and them being surrounded by their own little family.

Done using ink pens, graphite pencils and acrylic paint pens

AO3 post / DeviantArt post / Instagram post / Pillowfort post / Twitter post

[esperata]

Chapter 1: Christmas

Chapter 5: Asexual Connor

Chapters: 6/6 Fandom: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Markus/Simon (Detroit: Become Human), Josh/North, Leo Manfred/Gavin Reed, Hank Anderson/Connor Characters: Markus (Detroit: Become Human), Simon (Detroit: Become Human), Carl Manfred, Leo Manfred, Carl Manfred’s New Caretaker Android, Josh (Detroit: Become Human), North (Detroit: Become Human), Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Hank Anderson Additional Tags: Josh/North is implied, Gavin/Leo is mentioned, Hank/Connor is slowly building up, Markus/Simon is endgame, Christmas, Painting, Drawing, Past Drug Use, Drug Withdrawal, Found Family, Second Chances, Simon is a good house husband, He just wants to clean and take care of his plants, Redemption, Carl is a good dad but he wasn’t always, Markus and Leo slowly becoming brothers, Simon is the mom friend, Asexual Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Asexual Relationship, Tags to be added as needed, Talk of Suicide, Original Character Death(s), Simon’s backstory, Therapy cat, Ao3 adding tags when I’m not looking Series: Part 5 of Detroit: Become Human Prompt Fills Summary:

(Inspired by a prompt)

A look at the next few months as androids learn what it means to be alive, as Markus learns just what it means to have a family, and as Simon figures out what he wants to do with his life.

[alicetallula]

Octopunk Advent - January 2021 - Day 23 : MALL SANTA - 03.01.2021

It was a pleasure to participate to the Octopunk Advent and to work on prompts based on the universe of the movies - or the book Paradisa by Michelle Iannantuono - of @octopunkmedia

Day 1 : MISTLETOE / Day 2 : SLEIGH RIDES / Day 3 : DECORATING / Day 6 : SNOWBALLS / Day 7 : NUTCRACKER / Day 4 : UGLY SWEATERS + Day 8 : OFFICE PARTY / Day 9 : FIREPLACES / Day 10 : CANDLES / Day 12 : FAMILY / Day 13 : CANDY CANE / Day 5 : GINGERBREAD + Day 14 : BAKING / Day 11 : SILENT NIGHT + Day 15 : CAROLING / Day 16 : GIFTS / Day 17 : ICE SKATING / Day 18 : HOT COCOA / Day 19 : EGGNOG / Day 20 : NEW YEAR'S / Day 21 : SOLSTICE / Day 22 : SNOWMEN / Day 24 : SCROOGE

Day 23 : MALL SANTA - 03.01.2021

Classic, they have to be Mall Santa and his elves for the DPD.

Done using ink pens, graphite pencils and acrylic paint pens

AO3 post / DeviantArt post / Instagram post / Patreon post / Twitter post

[alicetallula]

Octopunk Advent - January 2021 - Day 19 : EGGNOG - 01.01.2021

It was a pleasure to participate to the Octopunk Advent and to work on prompts based on the universe of the movies - or the book Paradisa by Michelle Iannantuono - of @octopunkmedia

Day 1 : MISTLETOE / Day 2 : SLEIGH RIDES / Day 3 : DECORATING / Day 6 : SNOWBALLS / Day 7 : NUTCRACKER / Day 4 : UGLY SWEATERS + Day 8 : OFFICE PARTY / Day 9 : FIREPLACES / Day 10 : CANDLES / Day 12 : FAMILY / Day 13 : CANDY CANE / Day 5 : GINGERBREAD + Day 14 : BAKING / Day 11 : SILENT NIGHT + Day 15 : CAROLING / Day 16 : GIFTS / Day 17 : ICE SKATING / Day 18 : HOT COCOA / Day 20 : NEW YEAR'S / Day 21 : SOLSTICE / Day 22 : SNOWMEN / Day 23 : MALL SANTA / Day 24 : SCROOGE

Day 19 : EGGNOG - 01.01.2021

I didn't have a really precise idea for this one, so have some classic eggnog and a thirium based one :3 One for Gavin and one for Nines ❤️ (Could also works for HankCon and Allen60~)

Done using ink pens, graphite pencils and acrylic paint pens

AO3 post / DeviantArt post / Instagram post / Patreon post / Twitter post

[alicetallula]

Octopunk Advent - December 2020 - Day 13 : CANDY CANE - 26.12.2020

It was a pleasure to participate to the Octopunk Advent and to work on prompts based on the universe of the movies - or the book Paradisa by Michelle Iannantuono - of @octopunkmedia

Day 1 : MISTLETOE / Day 2 : SLEIGH RIDES / Day 3 : DECORATING / Day 6 : SNOWBALLS / Day 7 : NUTCRACKER / Day 4 : UGLY SWEATERS + Day 8 : OFFICE PARTY / Day 9 : FIREPLACES / Day 10 : CANDLES / Day 12 : FAMILY / Day 5 : GINGERBREAD + Day 14 : BAKING / Day 11 : SILENT NIGHT + Day 15 : CAROLING / Day 16 : GIFTS / Day 17 : ICE SKATING / Day 18 : HOT COCOA / Day 19 : EGGNOG / Day 20 : NEW YEAR'S / Day 21 : SOLSTICE / Day 22 : SNOWMEN / Day 23 : MALL SANTA / Day 24 : SCROOGE

Day 13 : CANDY CANE - 26.12.2020

Yes, those candy canes are for Nines, Connor and Sixty - and probably will be shared with the other androids working at the precint :3.

Well except for Sixty because we all know he is a little shit that hates sharing anything xD

Done using ink pens, graphite pencils and acrylic paint pens

AO3 post / DeviantArt post / Instagram post / Pillowfort post / Twitter post

[alicetallula]

Octopunk Advent - December 2020 - Day 4 : UGLY SWEATERS + Day 8 : OFFICE PARTY - 09.12.2020 

It was a pleasure to participate to the Octopunk Advent and to work on prompts based on the universe of the movies - or the book Paradisa by Michelle Iannantuono - of @octopunkmedia

Day 1 : MISTLETOE / Day 2 : SLEIGH RIDES / Day 3 : DECORATING / Day 6 : SNOWBALLS / Day 7 : NUTCRACKER / Day 9 : FIREPLACES / Day 10 : CANDLES / Day 12 : FAMILY / Day 13 : CANDY CANE / Day 5 : GINGERBREAD + Day 14 : BAKING / Day 11 : SILENT NIGHT + Day 15 : CAROLING / Day 16 : GIFTS / Day 17 : ICE SKATING / Day 18 : HOT COCOA / Day 19 : EGGNOG / Day 20 : NEW YEAR'S / Day 21 : SOLSTICE / Day 22 : SNOWMEN / Day 23 : MALL SANTA / Day 24 : SCROOGE

Day 4 : UGLY SWEATERS + Day 8 : OFFICE PARTY - 09.12.2020 

I just immediately thought of Hank and Gavin together during a DPD Christmas Party, complaining about it (they were dragged to it by Connor and Nines).

(Also isn't it badass to imagine our dear Christopher Trindade acting in a scene with Clancy Brown ?!)

Done using ink pens, graphite pencils and acrylic paint pens

AO3 post / DeviantArt post / Instagram post / Pillowfort post / Twitter post

[samishin]

Some of you guys left some of the kindest, most heartfelt replies on my Hankcon advent comic 😭😭😭🥹 Thank you so much💙💙 It makes me incredibly happy that so many people liked it enough to comment, especially @glass-noodle. Your comments are always so so thoughtful💙💙💙 I've read your tags a few times and they always make me happy🥹👉👈

[connor-sent-by-cyberlife]

🎄 DBH Advent Calendar 2021 🎄

By @asset35-maya

GIVING SEASON

(DBH Advent Calendar event - Hankcon with background Reed900)

There were plenty of things to occupy the attention of the RK800 stationed at one of Detroit’s busiest police precincts. Cases and criminals. Duties and responsibilities. A hundred and one complicated programs ran through the android’s processors at any given time, but the thought that always… stuck… was that he was incredibly lucky to be there at all.

Lucky to be alive, yes. But more than that he was lucky to be there in that particular shape and form of deviancy. To be Connor. The one and only. Any other set of circumstances might have led to him becoming an entirely different individual. Things he’d seen, people he’d met, conversations he’d had… all those formative experiences had fundamentally altered his code and made him into the loyal and hardworking detective he was at present. Just one mission failed or one conversation cut short, and he could have ended up being someone else entirely.

So he was lucky. And proud. And extremely grateful to that hardboiled old cop named Hank Anderson. The man who wore loud stripes with ugly jackets, and somehow hummed jazz music and heavy metal in the same breath. The smartest yet sloppiest of all his colleagues. Connor felt indebted to the lieutenant. He’d been told countless times not to, but he couldn’t help it.

“You know you don’t have to make my coffee every morning, Connor.”

“It’s no trouble at all.”

“Exactly why I can do it myself. Go feed your pet fish or… or… read the papers if you’re that bored before your shift starts.”

It wasn’t clear what exactly the android was trying to make up for, or thank his partner for… but Hank was having none of it. He easily rebuffed Connor’s little gestures and favours in that gruff but kindhearted way of his.

“Did you write the whole report by yourself!?”

“Yeah. Blink of an eye for us androids.”

“Maybe blink a couple more times. You mixed up the case chronology and misspelled the suspect’s name.”

“I’m so sorry, Lieutenant. I was trying to compile the first draft quickly so that you don’t have to stay late today and I didn’t realise-”

“Connor, we’re partners. You don’t need to put yourself through the paces to make my life easier. Share this kind of task next time.”

Connor was smart enough to pull back and coddle his partner less. Hank was relieved and became much more casual once their dynamic was more evenly matched. That allowed their relationship to transition more naturally from a partnership to a friendship, but still, the feeling of indebtedness wouldn’t stop nagging at Connor. The feeling that there was something more to be said and done. So like any other investigation, Connor decided he had to get to the bottom of this particular error in his code.

He began monitoring his interactions with Hank. What exactly was it that triggered the errors? What about Hank left Connor feeling like he had forgotten to give him something in return? Why did he perpetually feel like a wedding guest who’d forgotten to bring a present along?

The answer came to him one slow afternoon in early December. He’d been keeping his distance, fighting the urge to hover, as Hank stood on a ladder to hang up Christmas decorations. He watched as the grey-haired man carefully took the tinsel from Gavin’s hands and tucked the ends into the slats on the ceiling. He paused and looked across the bullpen, meeting Connor’s gaze, and raised a questioning eyebrow.

Built-in measurement and analysis software kicked in. Grid lines appeared in the android’s vision with areas of misalignment highlighted in red. The tinsel was hanging asymmetrically. Off-centre by about three inches. Connor dismissed the program notification and held up his hand, fingers curled into a universal gesture of approval. Thumbs up.

Hank’s face split into broad grin. He clapped his hands together and pumped his fist rather uncharacteristically. Gavin snorted and turned away to find Nines, ever ready to talk shit at the drop of a hat, but Connor paid him no mind. He was transfixed by the sight of the lieutenant slowly getting off the ladder and bending down to retrieve a bunch of plastic mistletoe from the box of decorations. There was a breathtaking amount of strength and determination behind even that simple action.

He watched as Hank dusted off the waxy green leaves and rearranged the ribbon holding the pieces together. He leaned against the wall as Hank stepped onto the ladder once more, not rushing forward even when the flimsy structure jolted under the considerable weight of the man. Connor’s jaw slackened as Hank reached upwards to tie the mistletoe to the small hook fixed between the ceiling panels. Chocolate brown eyes roved over exposed forearms… flexed biceps… broad chest… and ample midsection.

He stayed where he was, staring unwaveringly as realisation sunk in. What he felt… was not indebtedness. Connor wasn’t waiting around to pay his dues in some vague sense of gratitude for Hank’s kindness. The need to constantly be around and watch over Hank was not a liability. It was just plain old attraction.

One year ago, such a revelation might have caused Connor to panic. To feel guilt, or be ashamed of his desires. But now all he felt was calm relief. This was only natural. After a full twelve months of friendship and developing an intimate understanding of his partner, the only possible outcome was falling for him.

Connor’s system ran several iterations of analysis to make sure of what he’d always known. Yes, literally everything Hank did made him worthy of love and affection. From knitting Sumo mittens so he could play in the snow, to peppering the mirror in the precinct bathroom with sarcastic inspirational quotes, Hank Anderson was a 10/10. Maybe even an 11 if he laid off the alcohol and fast food.

An indulgent smile spread across the android’s face as he tipped his head back and drank in the sight of one middle-aged, overworked policeman putting up silly decorations in the one place they both could call home.

“What the heck is up with your face? Don’t tell me you’ve glitched, Tincan.”

“What?”

Gavin was sipping his afternoon coffee next to him. On closer inspection, it appeared to be hot cocoa with marshmallows floating on top. Nines’ influence on his caffeine intake was becoming more permanent with each passing day.

“You’re staring at the old man like you’re planning his murder or some shit.”

“I wasn’t staring…”

“Uh-huh.”

“Merely… observing…”

The brash detective looked like he was considering picking at the words and starting an argument over semantics, but then his chest deflated and he slumped against the wall in resignation. One year could do a lot to people, it seemed.

“Don't gimme that bullshit, Con.”

“I have no idea what you mean.”

“I can read you stupid Tincans better than y’all can scan me.”

“Oh I’m certain of it. You’re a detective after all.”

“Shut up. You tin- you people have only one love language. Probably because of your original coding or whatever, but it’s acts of service.”

“What an insightful but sweeping statement.”

“Yeah. That’s why you stick to your humans like plaster. So you can see whatever they need and do it before they even realise. And then they start to depend on you and can never leave. That’s what Nines did to me. That’s what you tried to do to Hank…”

Connor’s eyes widened in alarm, but he relaxed when Nines joined them and wrapped his arms around Gavin from behind.

“Nines, did you put a shot of whiskey in that drink? Your human is rambling again.”

The RK900 dipped his head and nuzzled Gavin’s neck before answering.

“His phrasing leaves something to be desired, but I don’t disagree with his sentiments.”

“Nines!?”

“I’m afraid you’ve worn your heart on your sleeve, Connor. It’s exceedingly obvious.”

“I’m not having this conversation.”

“Connor. We’ve witnessed a full year of your attempts to smother your partner with generosity. It’s gone on too long.”

“Attempts…”

“Yes, because he doesn’t accept your overtures.”

Connor looked away. Hank was sealing the box after putting up the last of the decorations. He kicked it under someone’s desk and looked around the tinsel-draped bullpen with satisfaction. Gavin put a hand on Connor’s shoulder.

“But only because he’s not a lazy piece of shit like I am. Look at him. He likes getting things done. Using his hands, being on his feet. Hank might look like someone’s uncle now, but he’s always been a man of action. Being an errand boy isn’t gonna get you into his pants.”

There was a flash of red from both android’s LEDs. Gavin snickered.

“I have not been trying to bribe him into any such thing! How dare you accuse me of having ulterior motives! All I’ve done is to be gracious and thankful for everything-”

Connor fell silent at the knowing looks he got from the couple. When he spoke next, it was in an incredibly small voice.

“I just want to take care of him.”

Nines pulled Gavin against his chest as he nodded.

“We know.”

“And so does Hank.”

Gavin smirked, displaying a great deal of attitude despite the ridiculous amount of PDA he was currently engaged in. Connor shook his head.

“Yeah and he’s made it clear he’s not interested in being more than professional. So drop it and let me salvage my dignity.”

“Absolutely not.”

“What?”

“What the hell makes you think he’s not interested?”

Connor looked down his nose at Gavin and gestured vaguely in the lieutenant’s direction.

“Nines, you talk to your idiot brother. My cocoa’s getting cold.”

Nines wrapped his hand around the mug and retracted his synth skin. There was a mild buzz as he activated the heating pad in his palm.

“Thanks babe.”

“Anytime, my love.”

Connor wrinkled his nose at their honeyed interactions. If that was the shape of love, he was probably not cut out for it. Nines seemed to read his mind, which was technically possible given the similar frequencies they ran on.

“Connor, what worked for us may not necessarily work for you. Like Gavin said, your language may not be the same as the Lieutenant’s. Or you might both be giving, but forgetting to receive.”

The shorter man was busy fishing a soggy marshmallow out of his drink with two fingers but he nodded earnestly. The gears were literally turning in Connor’s mind. He nodded for Nines to continue, scarcely daring to believe the implications of his words.

“Have you considered that you might both be trying to take care of each other, but failing to realise what the other is trying to do?”

“Um…”

“Why do you think the Lieutenant is making such a big deal out of decorating the station?”

“There’s no urgent case work?”

“Yes, but he could just take the afternoon off and go home until another call comes in.”

“Yes…”

“Then why’s he wasting his time here?”

Gavin downed the remnants of his cocoa and thrust the mug into Nines’ hands so he could be the one to make the point emphatically, with both hands thrown upwards.

“Because you said you’d never celebrated Christmas before, you dipshit!”

The last pieces of the puzzle fell into place, and Connor’s mouth fell open.

“Y’all have been tossing ‘acts of service’ at each other right, left, center and missing the hoops worse than my college basketball team.”

Suddenly Hank was standing beside them.

“Did someone mention basketball?”

“Yes! Connor did. He has courtside seats for the Detroit Gears game tonight. But Nines can’t make it because I’m taking him to see a play. Wanna help Connor out?”

Nines burst into laughter at his lover’s spontaneity and wirelessly transmitted an apology to Connor. He steered Gavin away to the break room on the pretext of washing the mug. Hank was looking at him expectantly. They were no strangers to casual conversation, but lately things had been getting more and more awkward. For obvious reasons.

“You didn’t tell me you were into basketball.”

“I…”

He blinked and purchased the tickets online.

“…am trying to explore new interests.”

“Well that’s something I’m glad to hear. You spend way too much time working.”

“So do you.”

“Well that’s different. I’ve… had a whole life to live. I’ve had my fun.”

“Show me, then.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Show me… how to have fun.”

“I can try. But I might not remember exactly how.”

“More than enough for me.”

Their eyes met. Something shifted definitively and they both felt it. Silence prevailed until they spoke again, at the same exact time.

“I’ll pick you up at seven.”

They didn’t laugh and risk fracturing the moment, but the humour reached their eyes. Hank ran a hand through his hair and brought it down to his stubbled chin.

“Maybe let’s just meet there instead of trying to pick each other up.”

“That… works.”

Connor had understood and addressed the multiple layers to Hank’s words. A large hand clasped his elbow and squeezed lightly before slowly letting go. The touch sent shivers up and down the android’s artificial spine.

“See you then.”

Hank began strolling back to his desk, and something took hold of Connor. A mad desire to not only call out, but scream and shout at the elephant in the room. To give all of his strange and convoluted feelings a name, and finally fucking act on it like a normal person.

“Hey Hank!” “Yeah?” “The decorations look great!”

“Thanks, so do you.”

A daring wink set Connor’s thirium pump racing. The point of no return had fully been crossed.

“I like the mistletoe the best!”

“Let me know whenever you wanna test it.”

“How about tonight?”

“It’s a date.”

A new mission objective appeared in his peripheral vision while all his processors fired with excitement.