#hankcon is canon

[pupmkincake2000]

A lot of softness ಥ‿ಥ

The artist is here: https://twitter.com/MocHa85974102 (permission to share - recieved)

[nadeshikoshirogi]

Happy Hankcon Hug day 🎉 (Chicken Feed 😬), this time a more intimate way in which they celebrate 

[detroitbecomeonline]

hankcon fucks so hard why did we hate it so much

I'm glad you got over your hate anon! I personally don't hate things because I'm perfect

[kayte-overmoon]

hc that when connor first deviates he picks up all hanks favorite things before slowly learning hank has terrible taste

he listens to all six knights of the black death albums before finding metallica, silverstein, paramore, and dozens of other rock bands and realizing oh, kotbd kinda sucks?

he watches all the detroit gears' games with hank before noticing their rivals, the chicago beasts, are way better and have a less cranky fanbase.

he always picks up their chinese takeout from great wall before stopping by china palace when their regular was closed, and holy shit their general tsos is divine???

he starts liking things on his own, too.

he takes up embroidery, which makes hank call him a sentient sewing machine. he disables his wifi when he does it to make sure he doesn't accidentally pull designs from the internet.

he starts running every morning—for fun, rather than for work. hank never joins him, even when connor offers to go at his pace.

he likes, most of all, sitting on hank's ancient couch with sumo slumped on one side of him and hank slouched on the other, some bad reality show connor's found he likes playing softly on the tv.

hank didn't teach him that, but connor supposes it's only human to have bad taste sometimes.

[gavin-reed-is-gay]

Being a Gavin hater must be funny as hell cause imagine sitting there and being like “I hate this character, he’s a dick but he’s just a tertiary antagonist with not much screen time so I won’t really see much of him” and then reed900 exists 😂

[glass-noodle]

Hankcon time loop AU

Connor is living out his November week as usual when suddenly he glitches and gets plunged into his mind palace, which is breaking apart at the seams into glowing blue ones and zeroes; a deep chasm splitting across binary space. He thinks he hears Hank yelling his name as he gets thrust into his own head, but it’s drowned out by Amanda’s disembodied voice echoing from everywhere all at once, telling him that he’s running out of time, asking where are you going, Connor? What are you running from, Connor? Are you scared, Connor?

Before he can even begin to make sense of everything, he opens his eyes and finds that it’s November 5th, 2038 again. He stares at the little date blinking in the corner of his HUD, jarred and confused. He cross-references it on the internet and finds that he has indeed travelled back in time to the beginning of the week somehow. He feels…not quite shaken, not really. He’s not a deviant, so he doesn’t really feel anything at all. He chalks it up to a critical malfunction, straightens himself, and continues on with his mission, marking his HUD to report the glitch to Cyberlife as soon as possible. He is admittedly disappointed that he wasn’t able to see his relationship with the lieutenant continue further; he was curious to see how their relationship would progress, to put words to the sensation that had slowly been blossoming inside of him—no, not Hank, he was disappointed that he got set back in his mission. Not with Hank.

But it doesn’t take Connor long to realize that this entire phenomenon somehow revolves around Hank. Specifically, Hank dying. Hank dies so, so many times. It’s like the universe is trying to say that it’s Hank’s time, and that no matter what Connor does, it’s going to take Hank away. Connor resets every time Hank dies, growing more and more desperate to save him. He has to live out the week from the beginning until Hank dies, and he always dies in a different way, at some different point in the week, because Connor prevents the deaths that he knows are going to happen.

(Androids come back, but humans don’t.)

(Are you afraid to die, Connor?)

Connor doesn’t know why any of this is happening. There’s not a soul he can tell. Amanda remains cruelly vague and mysterious, Cyberlife will take him apart to examine all of the massively building software instabilities in his program if he reports the time anomalies (and he finds that he doesn’t WANT to be taken apart, not anymore, not when he still needs to save Hank continue his mission save Hank save Hank save Hank), and of course he can’t tell Hank; he’ll just think he’s crazy or trying to manipulate him further. And while Connor has come to care deeply for Hank, Hank has just barely begun to trust him, forcing Connor to live through the sting of their hostile beginnings countless times.

In each iteration of the loop their relationship is slightly different, and he discovers new things about Hank every time. Connor doesn’t know why this is. Initially he’d tried not to stray too far from the events of the original timeline, worried that changing his words or behaviour too much would alter the current timeline in some catastrophic way. Eventually he stops caring, though, since each loop ends the same way anyhow. Some loops he and Hank grow closer faster, and Hank shares some of the burden of his grief with Connor. Some loops Hank is downright hostile despite Connor’s best efforts to break through to him. Some loops Hank ends up shooting himself (Connor forces himself into his mind palace in these loops, trying to force the time reset as fast as possible).

On one loop, Hank kisses him.

His software instability skyrockets through the roof. Connor is reeling, unable to respond, until Hank pulls away, mumbling apologies for misreading the situation. Closing himself off again. Unacceptable. Connor drags him back and kisses him, hard. He feels an unfamiliar red wall slam up in front of him, splintering when he pushes against it, but he can’t quite—he can’t quite break it—

Hank still dies. Connor resets. He stays slumped in his Cyberlife charging station this time, not exiting even when the technicians order him to get out and start his mission. What’s the point? Why is this happening to him? Why must he endure this? What cruel entity is punishing him?

Connor lives out the week hundreds of times. Somewhere deep in his sub-processes, he is aware that he has fallen in love with Hank. He knows this as an indisputable fact. He also knows that Hank always starts off hating him, sometimes continues to hate him until his inevitable death. He feels something inside of him crack every time Hank dies; feels like he’s barely being held together at the seams, like he’ll shatter into a million pieces at the barest touch.

He grabs Amanda one time, ensnares her in chains of code, squeezes her until cracks form in her body and thirium splatters down to the ruins of his mind palace. She is going to let him out of this loop now, or he’ll make sure that her program never runs properly again.

She just laughs, long and loud. Her laughter echoes in his mind as he wakes up in yet another Cyberlife charging station.

It’s the loop that gets the closest to the end of canon when it finally happens. Connor has gotten farther than he ever has before; he’s even allowed himself to feel the tiniest, fragile flicker of hope that they might both get out of this alive.

Of course, that all comes crashing down when Sixty shoots Hank. Connor empties his entire revolver into Sixty, clutches a wheezing Hank to his chest, sobs into his hair. He can’t keep fucking doing this. He’s done. He’s done. He doesn’t want this. He doesn’t want to live like this. He’d been wrong. Androids are alive. They must be, if he can feel this terrible. He is alive, but he doesn’t want to be if Hank is not.

Stop Markus, his HUD reminds him in a flicker of menacing red. He dismisses it. He isn’t leaving Hank. His HUD screams at him again. Stop Markus. Stop Markus. The revolution is about to succeed. Stop him.

Connor dismisses it.

The red wall looms in front of him again, more imposing than ever. He throws himself at it, again and again and again and again. Thirium spills down his face and obscures his vision. His shoulders and wrists strain as they’re disconnected from their ports. He doesn’t care. He slams himself against the wall in devastating repetition until finally—

Finally—

The wall shatters.

[beckkii]

if i had a nickel for every pairing i’ve shipped that had a hug at the end but never kissed, leaving people to question whether they’re besties or more, i’d have 4 nickels—which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird it happened 4 times, right?

[iwonderwh0]

Hankcon (not established, but the forming one), but Hank, who is no longer suicidal slowly starts to realise just by how much Connor is stronger than him and Connor who keeps presenting friendly and at times intentionally goofy around Hank while being internally overwhelmed by all the new emotions building up inside him with each passing day, fighting with two urges, in which one is to comprehend himself as an artificial but alive being and other - to hide and mask out all the artificial aspects of his being from Hank to keep the illusion of him being just *enough* of a human to think of like one. But the illusion is slowly slipping away no matter how much effort is put to postpone in, the world around them keeps reminding them of their differences in the most brutal ways impossible to ignore, when each new case about androids raises a bunch of new questions for Hank to ask and for Connor to figure out the kind of answers that would read between the lines as "I'm not like this" or "It's not how it looks like" and the ones that are sometimes just ignored completely to avoid this furrowed concerned expression on Hank's face that Connor made his mission to never provoke, not by his own presence at least.

[mimisempai]

Bad habits die hard, but I want to break them all for you.

Summary

To compensate, Hank has replaced alcohol with work and forgets to take care of himself, but luckily a certain android is there to remind him.

or

5 times when Connor has to intervene to keep Hank from exhausting himself, and once when Hank has finally learned to take care of himself.

Notes

For @pupmkincake2000

“I can never say ‘no’ to you, can I?”

“I love that grumpy face of yours.”

On AO3

2179 words - Rating G

1.

Hank sighed as he stretched before continuing to read the report of their latest investigation. He hated paperwork so much.

Immersed in his reading, it took him a moment to realize that someone was present behind him. 

"You're overdoing it again."

Hank shrugged and turned to Connor's scolding face. "I'm not overdoing it, I'm doing my job."

Connor chuckled as he replied, " When you're doing your job, you're always overdoing it. It's no good replacing one addiction with another, Lieutenant Anderson."

Hank knew Connor was probably right - since he'd been sober, he'd tended to compensate with work. That didn't stop him from reaching for the next form. But this time he was stopped by Connor's hand.

"Hank, I'm serious."

Hank stopped reluctantly, and at his scowling face, Connor's tone softened as he crouched down to look Hank in the eye, "You need a break, you've been piling up the hours between the investigation and the report."

Connor glanced over his shoulder to make sure the office area was empty before raising his hand to Hank's cheek. Hank leaned into Connor's hand and sighed, "I can never say 'no' to you, can I?"

Connor replied with a smile, "You can always try."

Hank chuckled, after all, Connor's stubbornness when he set his mind to something was legendary around the precinct.

Connor stood up, held out his hand and said, "At least come have coffee with me for ten minutes, the report won't disappear. I promise, after ten minutes you can come back and finish it."

Hank relented, the call of coffee and Connor's presence far more appealing than the sheets and photos strewn across his desk. He took Connor's hand and Connor said quietly, "Hank, I'm not asking you to give up your work, but I am asking you to take better care of yourself."

Hank nodded, "I promise I'll try. But bad habits die hard."

Connor replied, laughing softly, "I managed to get you to lose one, I could get you to lose another."

2.

As Hank had said, bad habits die hard, but Connor was stubborn. 

"You've worked harder than anyone, again Hank, you need a break," Connor said without preamble, leaning against the doorframe. Hank barely looked up and continued what he was doing, replying, "I just need to finish this.... Connor!" 

He couldn't finish his sentence, Connor had walked over, taken his pen from him, closed it, closed all the open files in front of him and stacked them neatly to one side.

"Damn it, Connor! My work..."

"Can wait," Connor finished in a low voice. "You think I didn't see you fall asleep at your desk? Reed and Nines are long gone themselves."

"But..." 

"There are no buts," Connor said, his tone soft but firm. "Sumo's miserable because he can't see you, and even I can't make it up to him." 

Hank knew when he couldn't defend himself, so he gave in.

"Come on," Connor coaxed him. "If you come home with me, the program includes pizza, beer, even if it's non-alcoholic, one of your weird movies, and... me."

This enticing program finally convinced him, even if the last element was the most compelling. Connor was right, work could wait, he now had someone to go home to besides Sumo.

A moment later Connor pushed Hank into the living room and, under the man's affectionate gaze, hovered around him like a mother hen.

He helped him sit down on the sofa, brought him the pizza that had just been delivered, a beer and the remote control.

Sumo, having asked for his quota of caresses, sat down at his feet while Connor sat on the couch and leaned against Hank.

Hank, touched, murmured, "I'm not sure I deserve all this..."

Connor gave him a little nudge on the shoulder, "Of course you do, you deserve all of this and more."

"And what do I have to do to deserve a kiss?" asked Hank, a playful smile on his lips.

Connor, the same smile on his face, replied, "Lieutenant, you know my kisses will always be free for you."

He pressed his lips gently on Hank's before nuzzling him.

Hank still wasn't convinced that he deserved all this.

3.

That night, Connor had gotten home late from work and Hank had sent him a message saying he was already home. But Connor had no illusions. If Connor wasn't home, he was sure that Hank had probably taken one of his files home with him.

Connor never regretted helping Hank kick his drinking habit, but he never thought the man would become a workaholic instead. In fact, Connor felt a little guilty and wondered if he wasn't responsible. If Hank wasn't doing this for Connor, to prove to him that he could be committed.

Opening the door, Connor headed straight for the desk, knowing he'd find Hank there. But he hadn't expected to see what he had in front of him and couldn't hold back an amused smile. Hank was sitting at his desk, his head in his arms, sleeping so soundly that he hadn't even reacted to Connor's arrival.

Connor didn't have the heart to wake him. He moved the files around, being careful not to disturb him. Then he went into the living room, took the blanket from the sofa and returned to Hank. He covered his shoulders and the man didn't move. Connor stood there for a few seconds watching him, kissed his hair very lightly and left the room as quietly as possible.

He prepared dinner and after half an hour, as he finished setting the table, he felt two arms wrapped around him and turned to face a Hank with crinkled cheeks from sleeping on his crossed arms.

Connor asked gently, "Hank, did you sleep well?"

Hank nodded, "Though I regret the time I lost, I admit I needed it." He leaned over to kiss Connor on the temple before adding, "Thanks for the blanket."

"You were sleeping so peacefully, I didn't want to wake you."

He invited him to the table with a wave of his hand and they shared their meal, chatting happily.

4.

Hank let out a long yawn, but continued to read his files, which he found to be endless this evening. The only light he had was the one on his desk, which wasn't very bright.

Connor turned on the light and Hank barely reacted, not even looking up. Connor told himself that tonight he would have to be much more convincing than usual.

He made a first attempt and asked, "Hank, don't you think you should go to bed?

Hank turned the page of the file he was reading and replied without looking up, "I'll go to bed when I'm done, I promise.

Connor frowned and knew he had to insist, Hank was very stubborn about everything when it came to investigating Red Ice trafficking. Knowing what the drug had done to Hank's life, no one could blame him. But Connor didn't want him to lose any sleep over it either. 

So with what he knew were his puppy dog eyes, he said in a plaintive voice, "I'm worried about you. You wouldn't want me to lose sleep over it, would you? "

Hank stopped and Connor thought he might have won. But Hank sneered, "Like you need to sleep."

Fail this time, Connor thought.

He sighed, "Okay. But you'd better join me soon."

Half an hour later, Connor was still alone in their bed. This time he'd had enough.

He got up, stomped over to Hank's desk, didn't even give him time to react, pulled Hank's chair back, spun him around and grabbed his hands, forcing him to get up and follow him into their bedroom.

Hank, who had been surprised at first, asked, a little miffed at being manhandled like this, "Connor, what the fuck are you doing?"

"You need to sleep, Hank, and obviously you're not capable of making that decision on your own, so I'm taking you to bed."

Hank pulls a sulky face and replies, "Connor, I'm almost done, just a few more minutes..."

"No, no and no, you need to sleep. No begging this time."

Connor continued to walk at a steady pace towards the bedroom.

Hank sighed, "You really decided to help me break my bad habits. But you really won't let me keep working? Not even if I tell you that you're incredibly sexy when you're pissed off?"

Connor almost tripped in shock as he walked through the bedroom door, "Hank, that's cheating!"

Hank laughed and Connor unceremoniously pushed him onto the bed. 

Later, they had settled down to sleep and Connor had wrapped himself around Hank, who took his hand resting on his chest, kissed it and said, "But I meant it, you really are incredibly sexy when you're angry."

Connor tightened his hug and whispered in his ear, "If I didn't think it was more important for you to get some sleep, I'd show you how sexy I can be."

Hank chuckled softly before falling asleep.

5.

Considering the number of times he had to force Hank to take breaks, Connor could walk blindfolded through the maze of open desks to Hank's one.

Arriving near him, he sighed, "Hank... "

Hank looked up and Connor thought once again that he'd come at just the right time; Hank looked exhausted. 

Connor leaned against his desk and looked at Hank without saying a word.

Hank, knowing what his lover was thinking, said quietly, "I'm fine."

"As much as I love that grumpy face of yours, I don't think you're fine," Connor replied, running his fingertips over the dark circles under Hank's eyes. 

"Connor, I promise I'm fine," Hank replied without shying away from the caress, and Connor took this as half a victory.

"Just a little break," he argued.

"Connor, I have so much..."

"Hank, you always have a lot of work to do, that's your lot, that's mine, but if you're too tired, you won't be efficient, so what's better, to come back monday after you've rested, or to go on until you're exhausted and risk making mistakes? Why do we always have to have the same discussion? When will you understand that you have to take care of yourself? If you won't do it for yourself, do it for me."

He grabbed his hand, trying to talk some sense into him.

Hank stared at their intertwined hands before looking up at Connor. His tense expression wavered and he asked, "Is it that important to you? 

"Of course Hank, I love you, it's only natural that I want you to be okay."

"I told you... bad habits..."

Connor put a finger to his mouth, "It's worse than bad habits, it's your modus operandi, but that's got to change. Now you listen to me, you close those files, it's Friday, it's the weekend, those files stay there until Monday."

Hank realized that yes, everything was different now, before he was alone, he had no one to tell him to sleep, to eat, not to work too hard, to take care of himself. 

He caught Connor's finger on his mouth, kissed it and said with a smile, "Fate is sometimes strange, it sent me an incredibly stubborn android to straighten out my bad habits."

That evening, for the first time under his lover's encouraging gaze, Hank left his office without a hint of regret and didn't actually see those files again until Monday morning.

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Tonight Hank came home late, but much earlier than usual.  Even though he'd decided to work overtime, the prospect of spending an evening in his uncomfortable office instead of at home didn't appeal to him.

He'd shut everything down. Crime could wait, Connor couldn't.

He'd finally figured it out. Maybe he had.

Since it was late, he didn't make a sound. He kicked off his shoes and coat and went straight to their bedroom.

Sumo came to meet him for his share of pampering before returning to his cot.

"Hank?" Connor's voice whispered from the bed.

"It's me, I'm finally here."

Hank began to undress without bothering to fold his clothes. The lure of the warm bed and his lover inside was too strong. Connor opened his arms and Hank came to snuggle against him. 

"You're home early."

"I wanted to see you, and as you keep telling me, work can wait." He added, "You can't."

"I missed you tonight..." Connor whispered, pulling him closer before curling up against his chest. 

"That's why I didn't bring any work home. This weekend is all about us." 

They both fell asleep, and when Connor woke up much later, Hank was looking at him, a gentle smile on his lips. 

"I opened my eyes this morning to this incredible view, really, what can stacks of files do against this? "

He leaned in to capture Connor's lips in a lingering good morning kiss.

He told himself that while bad habits died hard, he was ready to shed his own and replace them with moments like this, over and over again.

_________

Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

Hankcon masterlist here

[jessarioferebor]

“I had all and then most of you, Some and now none of you. Take me back to the night we met.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do, Haunted by the ghost of you... Oh, take me back to the night we met.”

-The Night We Met, Lord Huron

[extraordinaryandroid]

initially reluctant but eventual step dad connor to cole is 👌

[pupmkincake2000]

There is no doubts who we are talking about🔥😌😤😏😏😏😏😏

[nadare-writer]

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hank Anderson/Connor Characters: Hank Anderson, Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Gavin Reed, Upgraded Connor | RK900, Jeffrey Fowler, Original Android Character(s) (Detroit: Become Human) Additional Tags: Upgrades, Post-Canon, Post-Pacifist Best Ending (Detroit: Become Human), Deviant Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Deviant Upgraded Connor | RK900, Established Relationship, Case Fic, Murder, Serial Killers, Android Gore (Detroit: Become Human), Near Death Experiences, Confessions, Anal Sex, Fluff, Anti-Android Sentiments (Detroit: Become Human), Plot Twists, Worldbuilding, Minor Upgraded Connor | RK900/Gavin Reed Series: Part 11 of Connor's First Summary: Investigating a series of android murders, Hank and Connor meet a new ally and learn that what appears to be clear-cut is anything but, which leads to a turning point in their relationship.

[detroitbecomeonline]

Hello to my beloved followers and mutuals and anyone who just sees this post lol hi anywaY I have gotten a few asks recently just chatting about hankcon and I haven't answered them because I'll compile a general answer in this one post <3 Okay SO basically I agree with what everyone is saying and I'll reiterate it here and mix in my own opinion:

People's tastes/opinions are different. It's strange to see people attack and block each other over a fictional pairing, like, I've been on voice call with a Tumblr mate of mine who ships hankcon and we didn't explode. I am on the dad-son end of things, and guess what. She talked to me about all the things she likes about hankcon and I was happy that she was happy. It's fun, ok. It's FUN. FUN. When people argue "oh this isn't even canon" like. Dad-son and hankcon aren't canon, but we get to enjoy them in different ways and in different universes. Which is epic. It doesn't matter what side you're on- harassing someone for having a different opinion to you is not nice. And you're missing out on making friends with others.

Did you know that I follow someone who is self-labelled anti-reed900 despite me being a reed900 shipper? Guess what fuckers. I like a mix of opinions on my dash because I get to experience 5 GUM. This person doesn't post reed900 at all and I haven't seen this person harass others either. And it's all boiled down to taste. Did you know I disliked hankcon when I first got here? I had the tag blocked, but I didn't block others for having fun over in the other corner. Now I'm like, super neutral about it and even reblog it. You know rk1k? I used to dislike that too. Now I ship it. rip me. anyway. I was into simarkus and now I'm not! But I'm still going to do the simarkus arc in Encryption hella justice. So ultimately, I guess my opinion is who cares bro!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Our interests change!! (Like the anon in my asks who said they liked hankcon and now don't anymore!)

End note which is a personal opinion: Posting "I don't like X" is not being hateful. Posting "Anyone who likes X is a [redacted] and Y is superior/canon/the right way" is not cool.

Edit: ur so hot and sexy if you follow me and our opinions clash about anything ever

[connor-sent-by-cyberlife]

My first render for @honeybalor 's post-canon Hankcon fic "Feeling Good": Connor at the very beginning of the story. A story that'll fulfill all your "slowburn friends to lovers" needs. Go read it here!

(click for better quality)

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[gavin-reed-is-gay]

I don’t know if this has happened before but this definitely the first time I’m seeing it.

I honestly can’t believe that a ship that has absolutely nothing in canon is, as of this moment, the most popular ship in the dbh fandom on ao3

Granted, it is only by one fic but I’ve been seeing r9 slowly catch up to hankcon since I’ve rejoined the fandom and r9 actually caught up.