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"Aquarium"

For @connor-sent-by-cyberlife's prompt challenge, The Deep Dark Blue

Prompt: Aquarium Date

[connor-sent-by-cyberlife]

"I thought the captain can do anything he wants...? And you want to, don't you? You were the one who told me life is supposed to be an adventure. Make it one."

Pirate Captain!Markus and Runaway!Connor who ends up as a ship's boy on Markus' ship after running away from his bourgeois (or even royal, whatever you prefer) family.

For my

Detroit: Become Human Prompt Challenge "The Deep Dark Blue"

Prompt 12: Pirates

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³ᵈ ᵇᵃˢᵉ ᶠᶤᵍᵘʳᵉ ᵘˢᵉᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ᵐᵃʳᵏᵘˢ ᵇʸ ᵐᵉᵗᵒʳᶤᵃ ᵒᶰ ᵗʷᶤᵗᵗᵉʳ

³ᵈ ᵇᵃˢᵉ ᶠᶤᵍᵘʳᵉ ᵘˢᵉᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ᶜᵒᶰᶰᵒʳ ᵇʸ ˡᵉˣᵃᵏᶤᶰᵉˢˢ ᵒᶰ ʳᵉᶰᵈᵉʳᵒˢᶤᵗʸ

[danyaselmar]

MerMay 19th - Thursday: Fish

Actually, I wanted to write a few more words here, but I'm too tired. Thank you @connor-sent-by-cyberlife for the wonderful prompt list. I wish I would have had more time this month.

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The Deep Dark Blue Day 18

Detroit: Become Human Prompt Challenge from @connor-sent-by-cyberlife

Summery:  Lieutenant Hank Anderson had been a naval officer for years. It was his life, his passion, everything he cared about now. And yet, all it took was one look from the tiny Mer child to make him willing to risk it all.  

Day Eighteen - Surfing

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Chapter Summery: Shore leave.

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Much to Connor’s relief, the rest of the crew took his discovery of being a Siren rather well.

Even Gavin seemed more interested in putting the incident behind them than dwelling on it. Although, he suspected that was mostly due to embarrassment over having been enthralled. Either way, he was glad to put it aside and move on with his life.

“Connor, you coming?” Hank called to him from the shore.

“Coming! ”He grinned, taking in a big lungful of salty air before charging down the gangplank to meet his father.

The man ruffled his hair before wrapping an arm around him while they stepped onto the beach. “Finally gettin a proper shore leave, you excited?” he asked.

“We’ve gone home a few times,” Connor reasoned, unsure why this was supposed to be a particularly interesting trip. “That’s shore leave too, isn’t it?”

Dad shrugged, prodding him forward onto the white sand. “Yeah, technically,” he agreed. “But you haven't been on a proper tropical beach since you were old enough to stand. That’s home, this is vacation.”

Feeling the sensation of his feet being swallowed by the soft ground, Connor began to understand the reasoning. It was warm against his bare skin and sifted pleasantly through his toes. "Ok, so what are we supposed to do on vacation?"

Hank smirked, opened his mouth to say something, then paused. He sent a look Connor’s way that indicated he had thought better of whatever he had intended as his response. “You have fun,” he said instead.

“I can do that at home,” Connor reasoned, ignoring his dad's odd tick. “Or on the ship. Why is this special?”

Chris laughed from behind them. "There are some things you just can't do at home," he answered for him. He was toting two large, oddly shaped, pieces of painted wood down the gangplank. Connor had never seen anything like them before, but knew they had to serve some purpose.

"Can't believe you brought those damn things," Hank teased. He gently pulled Connor out of the way, narrowly keeping him from getting smacked in the head as Chris passed.

"Jealous?" Gavin asked, pushing past the two of them and taking one of the boards from Miller.

Hank rolled his eyes and shook his head, apparently unamused by the whole thing. "If you two wanna break your necks doing stupid shit, be my guest."

"Yeah, he's jealous," Reed deduced.

Chris turned his attention back to Connor. "Why don't you join us," he suggested. He handed out the other board to him. "If that's ok with your dad, of course."

"Alright," Connor agreed tentatively, taking the board and looking to Hank and his nonchalant nod of approval. "But… what are you doing?"

"Surfing!" Gavin shouted before charging into the waves with his board.

"It's fun, I promise," Chris said. He gestured for him to follow him into the shallows.

Connor looked back over at his dad. "Go on," he encouraged. "At the very least, you can get some time in the water. It'll be good for you."

Gavin’s presence with the activity made him doubt that, but Chris would be there too. He always looked out for Connor and he seemed to like teaching him new things. It would probably be ok as long as he was there. Besides, Dad was right. It had been way too long since he’d gone for a swim. “Alright,” he agreed.

As it turned out, it must have been longer than Connor had thought since he’d let his tail out, or had ‘tail time’ as his dad would say. His fins had changed a bit since he had seen them last. They were still the same blue he knew, but they now had a silver, iridescent sheen to them that hadn’t been there before. There were new fins on his arms as well, and translucent webbing between his fingers. He liked it.

It did, however, make this ‘surfing’ activity difficult.

In order to use the surfboard properly, Connor needed to stay out of the water and keep his feet. This proved challenging as the waves crashed over the polished wood, changing flesh into scales and making him lose his balance.

Connor quickly deduced, however, that success wasn’t the point of the activity. It was fun, and that seemed to be the goal. Chris was having a good time helping him and, judging by the laughter coming from the beach, Hank was getting amusement from the watching. Even Gavin was refraining from giving him a hard time which was nice.

Exhausted from the repeated efforts, Connor and Chris both decided that was enough for the time being. He stretched out across the surfboard, staring up at the clear blue sky and letting his fins dangle lazily in the water. He took a deep, relaxing breath, closing his eyes and just listening to the waves as they crashed on the distant shore. He determined then and there that he did, indeed like vacation.

The board dipped on one side, submerging him partially as it fell under a sudden new weight. Reopening his eyes, he could see that his dad had joined him out on the open water. He was leaning on the board, smiling at him. “You have fun?” he asked.

Connor grinned in response, flipping himself over so he could see the man better. “Yeah,” he said enthusiastically.

“Told you you would,” Dad smiled, sparing a hand to ruffle his hair. “Maybe one of these days you’ll realize I’m always right.”

He laughed, then flipped his fins, making a splash that drenched his father in seawater.

“Ah!” Hank complained, surprised by the torrent. “”You little shit!” His grin let Connor know he wasn’t actually upset though despite his response of pushing him off the board.

Connor let himself sink below the water blowing a few bubbles and letting them pop on the surface in sparkling rings. Yeah, he decided, he could get used to this. Shore leave, vacation was nice.

Maybe his dad was always right.

[gauzyfruitcake]

Connor wears cool socks to school, and Markus notices. 

For the DBH Deep Dark Blue prompt: Fish

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Passion of the Sun

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/JolqTYt

by Royalr5

After serving as one of the Ocean’s loyal sirens, your voice becomes toxic and you are forbidden to speak to any human lest you drag them to their death.

It’s a lonely, quiet, and cold existence for Connor. Until he meets someone who’s light and kindness can shine beyond the Ocean’s hold.

   Written for the DBH The Deep Dark Blue challenge by connor-sent-by-cyberlife on Tumblr

  May 29th - Siren Song

Words: 2189, Chapters: 2/2, Language: English

Fandoms: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Markus (Detroit: Become Human), Other(s), they’re mentioned but they don’t really do much or have any dialogue

Relationships: Connor/Markus (Detroit: Become Human)

Additional Tags: Sirens, siren au, Tumblr Prompt, Cross-Posted on Tumblr, Merfolk kinda, but not really, thought I’d add the tag anyways, DBHTheDeepDarkBlue, Prompt: Siren Song, Fluff, Meet-Cute, Implied/Referenced Drowning, Boys In Love, Falling In Love, Mute Connor (Detroit: Become Human), but kinda because he has to be, Inspired by The Siren by Kiera Cass, The Siren (Kiera Cass), Siren song, Human Markus (Detroit: Become Human), Siren Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Fantasy

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[frankedz]

"Under Different Suns"

For @connor-sent-by-cyberlife's Prompt challenge, The Deep Dark Blue

Prompt: Two worlds

[connor-sent-by-cyberlife]

For my

Detroit: Become Human Prompt Challenge "The Deep Dark Blue"

Prompt 14: Two Worlds

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³ᵈ ᵇᵃˢᵉ ᶠᶤᵍᵘʳᵉ ᵘˢᵉᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ᶜᵒᶰᶰᵒʳ ᵇʸ ˡᵉˣᵃᵏᶤᶰᵉˢˢ ᵒᶰ ʳᵉᶰᵈᵉʳᵒˢᶤᵗʸ

³ᵈ ᵇᵃˢᵉ ᶠᶤᵍᵘʳᵉ ᵘˢᵉᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ᵍᵃᵛᶤᶰ ᵇʸ ᵐᵉᵗᵒʳᶤᵃ ᵒᶰ ᵗʷᶤᵗᵗᵉʳ

[howtodisassembleyourdeviant]

May 13th - Friday: Arctic Expedition

(RK1700)

Gavin goes to the Artic to document how Arctic Mer-people survive the harsh terrain. One of them seems sweet, sitting and watching, making little chittering noises. However, upon hearing the distress call, a large merman comes charging at the human.

I stayed up too late, but I wanted to at least do one actual submission. Thank you for setting up a fun challenge! I hope to do more! @connor-sent-by-cyberlife​

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The Deep Dark Blue Day 30

Detroit: Become Human Prompt Challenge from @connor-sent-by-cyberlife

Summery:  Lieutenant Hank Anderson had been a naval officer for years. It was his life, his passion, everything he cared about now. And yet, all it took was one look from the tiny Mer child to make him willing to risk it all.  

Day Thirty - Sinking

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Chapter Summery: Connor is sinking.

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Sinking. After who knows how long, Connor had finally decided that was the only way to describe how he was feeling. He was sinking.

His whole body drifted timelessly in a nebulous void. It was an improvement on the burning pain that had been there he reasoned. At least, he thought it was. Perhaps it was worse. It was hard to tell. How was he supposed to quantify nothingness?

All he could feel was the sinking.

He found himself wondering if this was what it felt like to drown. It couldn’t be, could it? If it was, the sensation was oddly peaceful. That couldn’t be right.

It didn’t matter either way, because suddenly the burning was back. Something was pulling him, dragging him upward even as he continued to sink.

He fought against the pull, willing himself downwards, craving the oblivion.“N-no,” he cried. Connor wanted the pain to stop, to let himself fall back into nothing. His voice came out as a whisper, barely loud enough for even him to hear.

“It’s ok,” an oddly familiar voice told him. It was muffled against the roar of fire in his ears. “I’m taking you home, stop struggling.”

Home? He had a home, he knew that. A place where he didn’t hurt. Would that still be true, or would the pain follow him? Would he find a new home in the sinking nothingness?

Connor stopped thrashing, though his aching body still twitched and spasmed. He let himself be pulled upward while his mind continued to descend.

Then, there was a new kind of pain. A cold burn instead of hot. Needles of ice cut at exposed skin and sheets of wind made him shiver. He longed again for the hollow emptiness he once enjoyed.

“Connor!” someone called to him. He knew that voice. That voice was comfort. It was safety. He wanted that voice. His exhausted, aching hands reached out blindly, begging to find its source.

His fingers finally tangled in a soft but sopping fabric. The arms holding him gave way and another, warmer set took their place. They burned, but he didn’t care as much.

“He lost a lot of blood,” the first voice he had heard said.

The sloshing of water surrounded him and beat at his skin. He was cold now. Cold and burning and sinking. Was it because he had lost blood?

“Connor,” the comforting voice was softer now, harder to hear but more relaxing. “Kiddo, I need you to open your eyes for me.”

His eyes were closed? He supposed that was why he couldn’t see anything. Connor had grown to assume that there was simply nothing to see submerged in his abyss.

“Shit, he doesn’t look good,” another, harsher voice joined them. It brought about a thrill of anxiety, like there was something in it to be wary of. “We need to get him help.”

“I know,” the voice he liked said. He sounded frustrated, worried. “Fuck, I know. Come on, son. Open your eyes.”

Son. He was his son. This was his dad. Dad wanted him to open his eyes.

He tried, he really did, but he was so detached from his body at this point, he wasn’t even sure where his eyes were. “D…ad,” he tried to say. It came out like molten copper.

“Shhh, don’t try to talk,” his dad soothed. “You’re gonna be ok. I promise, everything will be ok.”

Yeah, he would be ok. Dad was here, he always made everything ok.

Connor let himself sink completely, finally succumbing to the painless darkness.

[gauzyfruitcake]

Markus secures the Arctic as the first-ever android nation. Now he just has to survive there.

For the DBH Prompt Challenge The Deep Dark Blue, Day 13: Arctic Expedition.

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