#first time writing rk1k

[katlakitty]

RK1K prompt week - Day 1

Prompt: Failed revolution/"Leave him alone!"

North finished and looked at the others expectantly, but they were just staring at her like deer in a headlight. "Well?" She asked impatiently. "Not bad," Connor replied a little bit too fast. She knew him well enough by now to know this wasn't a good sign. "Nice," Markus added, giving her the same polite look. "You guys are full of shit," North huffed and placed a hand on her hip. "Go on then! Write your own 'ode to your love story'." "Technically, this wasn't even an-" Connor began but North interrupted him. "Write your own then!" Connor frowned, unsure of what he should do. North was about to gloat but then he began to speak.

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[iwonderwh0]

rk1k post

Fic ideas that I'll never write:

Markus happen to catch a virus that completely locks his ability to move. He can still communicate through wireless messages, but that's basically it.

Unfortunately, it's not so easy to erase either, as the virus plots itself within some of the core components that have to be replaced, and in general it just takes time to figure out how exactly it is possible to erase the virus without fucking up Markus's system as well.

Markus can't really afford to be completely paralized like that. He has to keep showing up for various meetings and all this stuff. After all, he's a public figure that represents all the android voices.

One of the possibile solutions is to be within close enough distance to where the meeting is taking place and let someone else from Jericrew replace him temporarily while he's sick in this way, maybe wirelessly transmitting what he would have said and let them be his voice. The android(s) that temporarily take his place (be it North, Connor, Josh or Simon) may also share with him the stream of their vision/hearing, so he could be more present and included. But this is still rather lacking solution, and even though at first it works, Markus is getting progressively more and more depressed about his condition of complete helplessness. It's miserable, and more importantly – it's BORING. And no one really knows what to do with this virus without risking corrupting Markus's system either.

And so, Connor suggests a solution.

They're both RKs and their systems are compatible. He can temporarily transfer Markus into his body and let their system run in parallel. Connor system is kinda meant for that anyway – it has always had a place for a "second pilot", Amanda. Although Amanda was fairly passive for most of the time, still, she has been there. And now, as her place is free, Markus can take it.

The experience of this connection is...interesting. And it almost goes completely wrong the first time Markus tries to do something. Connor, although not meaning to, panics badly . Their system gets overloaded with stress, and now they're both overheating. Markus feels like shit as Connor's body starts to cry involuntarily, even though Connor himself frantically apologises and tries to convince him that it's all okay. It's just the experience of losing control of his body and having someone else to control it, stresses him the fuck out, even though it was his idea to suggest it. He didn't expect it to backfire. After all, it's Markus, and not Amanda. Still.

After some trial and error they find a way for both of them be in control without completely handing administrator rights to only one of them at a time. This way, none of them gets completely overpowered, and although this way it's a little harder to coordinate their actions, this solution works better for their shared sanity. After some awkward adjusting period to the way it works, they find a way to operate smoothly, coordinated, in some way even better than before. It's about trust, and they have enough of it to make it work.

It's a little weird to have some of their thoughts slipping into another one to hear. Not all of them, but some. It's weird to feel the physical sensation of another one of them getting some emotion. Like the moment they only appear like that, within RK800 body some android, not yet aware of it being Markus in there can say something about how Connor shouldn't even be there. And at this moment the both of them feel two sets of feelings, a burning guilt – coming from Connor, and frustrated anger – coming from Markus. It's both the pain in their shared chest and the pressure of pulsating noise in their head. They know EXACTLY how another one of them feels, because, well, they have to endure it simultaneously.

The touch one is interesting as well – it both feels as if this touch belongs to someone else, but also it's your own. (Would it be called sex or technically just a masturbation if they get the idea to make use of their time in this way as well?)

Another thing that they are surprised to be able to share now – a garden. It's empty now, and it's cold. For Connor. Somehow, it's sunny and blooming for Markus even though they are in the exact same place. Markus soon realises that he has the rights needed to change the setting, and yet Connor does not. Disturbed, Markus realises that not only that, but in general, taking Amanda's place he actually has a lot more administrator rights, some of them the ones Connor wasn't even aware of himself. He changes the weather to make it early fall, he removes the roses and plants sunflowers instead. They both have fun just turning the garden into something completely different from what it originally was. Other than pigeons, there are now canaries, koi fishes get replaced with tropical ones. It would have been impossible for them to live in a pond if it was the real world, but Zen Garden is a place that can be programmed, it doesn't have the kind of limitations of a physical one.

In Zen garden they can get a little break by being separated, each one within their own avatar, free to walk around as they please.

When Markus's body gets fixed and the virus is finally erased from his system, it's almost sad to be parted again after they spent so much time learning to exist as one, never lonely within their own presence. As Markus transfers back, he hints that there could be a place and time for him as well to offer his body to be shared sometimes. The thought about it fills him with warmth, and, from sharing Connor's body for long enough, he knows that at this moment as he says that, their feelings on the matter are mutual.

[rk1k-prompt-week]

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First: Thanks to all of you who sent in prompts!

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[negative-citadel]

Writing Patterns

Oml, I have a terrible memory disorder and almost forgot to do this - sorry lol

Tagged by @sunwarmed-ash & @sweeteatercat <3 <3

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

(I'm not gonna include silly collabs lol)

Choices were already made. - This is Who We Are (DBH)

There she was, alone, without any form of human companionship.  - Make this World Seem Right (Interstellar)

“How did it go?” Eager brown eyes asked. Connor was as nosey as ever as he sat at the desk across from Hank’s. The android seemed completely distracted from work. - More Than Complicated (DBH, part 2 of Complicated)

Connor was more than prepared. Hidden in his jacket was a set of stakes, a vial of holy water, and a small jar of garlic cloves. The vampire hunter always completed his mission - no matter how difficult. This time would be no different. Connor held his crossbow close to his chest. - Lose Your Way (DBH, RK1K Week)

A small, but safe, smile formed across Markus’s face. Finally, after everything he had gone through, the RK200 could relax, away from all the world’s chaos. Sitting up on the rooftop, Markus watched the gentle snow trickling down from the sky. The gentle winter breeze was surprisingly welcoming as Markus remained in place, watching the distant surroundings of a noisy Detroit. - Company (DBH, RK1K Week)

There was nowhere safe to retreat to. - Marbles on Glass (DBH, RK1K Week)

Hank rolled his eyes as a certain detective arrived on the scene. “ Great , now we have to deal with this prick…” He grunted under his breath as Connor remained unphased by Detective Reed’s presence.  - Kinda Complicated (DBH)

Lieutenant Reed glared at his phone, checking the time. Displayed in the bright white font, he was able to read it - 13:06 October 7th, 2040 . He let out a long, tired sigh before he finished his cigarette. Glancing back at the public crime scene behind him, he watched as the forensic team was beginning to wrap things up. - Shoot Before You See the Target (DBH, Part 2 of Pretend This is Gonna End Well)

Deviant related crimes hadn’t stopped at murder and assault. It almost seemed a waste of time, but Connor found himself investigating a CyberLife shipping facility where the disappearance of six AP700 models had been reported. The warehouse amongst the docks was a massive complex dedicated to transporting androids and android parts across the country. - Fix The Error (DBH)

 “Could you be any more obnoxious?” Gavin sneered at Tina as he kept his hands well buried in his jacket. It was fucking cold out, yet here he was - convinced to visit an amusement park in the middle of December. Unlike Tina, Gavin was not amused by the Christmas lights strung throughout the park. - Wheel (DBH)

Do I have a pattern? Hmmm, mayhaps. Might need it pointed out to me.

Tagging you guys, but don't feel obligated if you don't want to <3

@kissoflightning @edgarthepc

[lost-tanuki]

Hi!! I just finished reading ur college au of the rk1k fic and let me tell you I cried many times. Idk how I can thank you enough for writing such a gut wrenching beautiful story of these characters but I just want to sit here and appreciate ur hard work for a second bc that fic is now definitely something I think about from time to time… your portrayal of abuse is just so raw and realistic and I can’t express how much I loved reading that fic series for the first time. Thank you for writing such a beautiful fic!!! I am so glad you exist in this fandom 🩷🩷

Hi pumpkin, thank you very much for your heartfelt message! I'm glad my story spoke to you like this. Thanks for taking the time to let me know :)

[ohmyoverland]

Fic Writer Questions

Thanks for the tag @anything-thats-rock-and-roll :D

1. How many fics do you have on AO3? 26

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 25, 570

3. What fandoms do you write for? Except for a few one-offs and my 3 Anne With An E fics, I write Lockwood & Co. 💚⚔

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

After Chameleon, an unbetad Miraculous Ladybug salt fic written before the actual episode had come out. It accidentally blew up asldkfjhjkl

On My Mind, a Detroit: Become Human rk1k ficlet where Connor can read minds.

All the Words I Don't Have, pure grade A Locklyle fluff

are we out of touch, are we out of time? AWAE Season 3 speculative fic that is actually an expanded version of a tumblr post I wrote after the penultimate episode of the series premiered.

wavering, my cot3 pining + character study fic. I'm really proud of it and I promise chapter 3 is coming eventually lmao

5. Do you respond to comments? I don't 😭 I want to but I never know what to say and before I know it, the comment is 2 years old oops. I reread comments all the time ❤

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? That's tough to say for sure but I think every lessons forms a new scar ending with an off-screen character death is probably the most angst I've ended with so far.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? That would have to be All the Words I Don't Have again. Everything is beautiful and nothing hurts. And Lockwood writes some really bad poetry.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Not so far.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I do sometimes, and it's not published yet.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? Another Change of Plans is the most tumblr WIP I have lol. It dares to start asking the question, "What if the Old Guard adopted Adam Young, the antichrist from Good Omens?"

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I know of.

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Sort of? There was one collab fic I wrote a scene for but it never got finished. Someday I might post my part, because ngl I'm pretty proud of the Skull/Lucy banter in it.

13. What’s your all time favorite ship? How could I ever choose??? By bookmark stats, it would be Marinette and Adrien from Miraculous Ladybug. But cot3 (Lockwood & Co) and Superbat (DC) are up there too.

14. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? A better question is what isn't a WIP I'll never finish??? I have dozens 😭 Though one that stands out is an old Frozen fic I outlined in I think 2018(?). The premise is a canon divergence where Anna's death is faked when they're children and she's raised in the village instead of in the castle. There are two full acts that are just set up for a The Prince And Me/Princess Diaries-esque rom-com between suddenly-a-princess Anna and just-a-normal-guy Kristoff.

The outline on its own is about 8k words, and frankly I've considered editing and posting the outline itself before because it's detailed enough. This fic is actually a drabble I wrote to take place within my AU, but it reads canon compliant enough of its own so I posted it.

15. What are your writing strengths? Ideas. I am always getting new plot bunnies, always getting excited about the next great idea, always thinking about new aspects of these worlds and characters I want to explore.

16. What are your writing weaknesses? Dialogue and volume. That's why I write so many descriptive, very short fics XD

17. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? I'd only do it in a language I've studied for a couple years, and even then I would want a native speaker to read over it for me. But it hasn't come up yet?

I do really like Superbat or Star Trek fics where the author sparingly includes Kryptonian / Klingon / Vulcan with a translation at the end.

18. First fandom you wrote for? My Little Pony, or maybe Percy Jackson?? I'm too scared to check my old accounts to see which came first, if I ever even posted the fics I remember writing then at all.

19. Favorite fic you’ve written? building glass castles for sure!!! I love the atmosphere in it, and the monologue from Skull. That monologue came to me in the middle of the night once, so I had to type it up immediately and build the fic around it later.

No pressure tags @sabetha @synestheticwanderings @abumperprize @lenacarstairspotterstewart @woahpip @flythesail @shizuoi

[makes-cents-doesnt-it]

I posted 1,726 times in 2022

496 posts created (29%)

1,230 posts reblogged (71%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@mnictasbcl

@inthetags

@ch-1-mera

@honeykept

@one-more-offbeat-anthem

I tagged 761 of my posts in 2022

#detroit become human - 208 posts

#dbh connor - 163 posts

#team fortress 2 - 120 posts

#dbh markus - 68 posts

#the umbrella academy - 42 posts

#hetalia world stars - 40 posts

#dbh hank anderson - 38 posts

#viktor hargreeves - 37 posts

#tf2 pyro - 34 posts

#dbh rk1k - 30 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#i've been told before that i can't know i'm bisexual until i've had sex with a man and a woman. they were not a part of the lgbt community.

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

11 notes - Posted January 10, 2022

#4

The problem with trying to write a Viktor whump fic is that there's nobody in canon who cares about him enough to comfort him.

13 notes - Posted June 29, 2022

#3

Anyone wanna join my clan on Destiny 2? The name is 'Soldiers of Ruin'

19 notes - Posted January 4, 2022

#2

Markus probably has a lot of nightmares after the revolution, imagine him waking up from one and Connor just holding him close, reassuring him that everything is gonna be okay.

52 notes - Posted January 2, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Imagine Connor giving Markus a lil kiss on the forehead and telling him how much he cares about him

74 notes - Posted January 2, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

[wereboned]

yaaayaaaaa

1. 3 ships: lavashipping, rk1k, and frostcup!!

2. first ever ship: OK… it was either marichat OR steven x connie… I THINK STEVEN X CONNIE.

3. last song: august by taylor swift! ^^

4. last movie: the hunger games: catching fire!! i’m like rewatching all the movies since tbosas is coming out in NOVEMBER.

5. currently reading: nick and charlie!! like literally on the last page HEL

6. currently watching: heartstopper! still have a bit of season 2 left!!

7. currently consuming: my time by writing this post

8. currently craving: PASTA 😭😭

taggiessss: @stephanieromanoff @punkflorist @everdares @catastrxblues @nogodsnomorales AND WHOEVER ELSE WANTS TO JOIN IN :o

9 people you would like to get to know better

tysm for the tag @alexmey-does-an-arts!

1. 3 ships; bowuigi, metadede, heavy/medic(I forget the name lol)

2. first ever ship; alphyne

3. last song; Ghost Cowboys by Louie Zong

4. last movie; Midsommar. That was…something

5. currently reading; Dante and Aristotle discover the secrets of the universe. Pretty fire

6. currently watching; JCS criminal psychology

7. currently consuming; nothing

8. currently craving; Iced Cream. About to go get it. I know there’s mind chip in my freezer (:

9 people to tag; @littlegreenwyvy, @garf-official, @d1nosaurpower, @tractor-inside-joke-fucker, @junkydoodlez, @seacrown, @neldu-nak, @darkcanid19, @stormyykat

[dark1k]

Quick 50 word drabble for RK1K Month week 2, malfunction/error! Please enjoy!

•••

"I don't get obsessed with Markus," Connor interjected sharply, somewhat distracted; half his mind already wondering what Markus was getting up to in his absence. "Why does everyone think that?" Connor noticed his LED swivel yellow for a few beats after saying such, convincing himself it was simply an error.

[katlakitty]

RK1K Prompt Week - Masterpost

Day 1 (Jan 22): Failed revolution/"Leave him alone!" - A failed attempt

Day 2 (Jan 23): Interface/Partners in crime - Partners in (cute) crimes

Day 3 (Jan 24): Vampire-Hunter AU/Love on the battlefield - Behind the lies

Day 4 (Jan 25): First kiss/"Who am I then?" - One moment is all it takes

Day 5 (Jan 26): Favourite AU/Battle side by side - Facing your love

Day 6 (Jan 27): Safe/Guilt - A new day

Day 7 (Jan 28): Free Day (Chapter 2 of 'One moment is all it takes')

Thank you @rk1k-prompt-week for hosting this event. This was my first time writing RK1K and it was challenging, but also fun.

Make sure to check out the amazing creations of the other participants. <3

[bisexual-ashe]

am i writing that smut fic that literally no-one asked for? yes. yes i am

[leelany-world]

Yeah, that's true, the more people, the harder it gets to write. But it's also so interesting to handle more people in a relationship and how they act with each other!

My AO3 is Leelany! I just finished my first rk1k fic and while writing, a part of me wanted to add North into this because I liked my own North so much 🫣 I definitely have some ideas for October/Halloween prompts I will share here. They will all be short fics, but I hope I can write something longer in the future.

That sounds like you habe a great plan for your fic! 🤩 Now I'm even more excited about it! And I surely will wait patiently for the rest of it! It's so great when you have many ideas, but It's bad for the time you need, especially when you want to write everything at the same time! 😄

There are only 15 Connor/Markus/North fics on AO3? 🥺 (and half of them aren't finished and never will be 😢)

Help.

[spaceprincessem]

in which i write a soft, lil angsty first kiss/get together rk1k piece where there was only one bed

[ao3 link]

if this is the long haul how'd we get here so soon?

Markus drums his fingers on the edge of a wood desk, the tapping sound only drowned out by the soft hum of the television in the background. He wishes he could take a walk, leave the confines of the hotel room they were staying in, but his team were all in strong agreement that he’d seen enough action for today. He felt frustrated, his nervous slightly frayed, the adrenaline still thrumming through his thirium filled veins. It was growing impossibly late, but sleep was far from his mind despite North’s insistence of him resting before they returned to Detroit in the morning. 

It wasn’t just from the almost assassination attempt, though, that was a huge part of it. No matter how many times it happened, and, unfortunately, it happened more often than not, he would never really get used to the harsh pound of a gun being fired into a crowd, the smallest, intake of breath he exhaled before he was shoved to the ground, a warm, and familiar shape pressed into his body to keep him safe. Markus hates this part. He hates the idea of coming so close to the end before they’ve reached their goal. Hates the thought of leaving everyone behind, knowing that there would be no peace in his wake. Knowing the scars would run too deep, bleed too hard for them to heal. 

What he doesn’t hate are the few seconds time stops existing. Markus is pinned to the floor, his heart hammering in his chest, but his gaze is steady as he stares into a pair of soft, brown eyes. They lapse out of time — out of reality. He and Connor are the only things that exist within the surrounding chaos. Markus knows that Connor will always, always, save him. Even if it means putting his own life in danger.

(Which, Markus knows, is something they need to talk about because if he loses Connor, then Markus isn’t sure how he’ll carry on)

He counts the freckles dotting Connor’s face, trails his eyes up the curve of his nose, and along his jaw, knowing if he leans up just an inch or two he could press his lips to the little dimple in Connor’s cheek. He never does. He just thinks about — dreams about it — because he’s not sure where they stand. He knows Connor, knows him more than he knows himself sometimes.

(And that is terrifying considering it was mere months ago Connor was threatening him at gunpoint, the revolution hinging on the few seconds of their first meeting). 

He’s pretty sure the lines between them have blurred since that night. Between Connor’s suicide mission to help turn the tide and his desire to protect Markus no matter the cost to see their people free. It’s like there’s some sort of invisible string tying them together. One that threaded their destinies long before the thought of deviancy crossed their programs. Markus wants more. He’s sure Connor must know, given how observant he is. Sometimes Markus thinks Connor wants the same, but he’s still riding the guilt of everything he was before becoming deviant, thinking he doesn’t deserve it. Doesn’t deserve to be happy and wanted and loved. 

When the world comes crashing back around them, like it always does, Markus can’t help the words slipping from his mouth, “We’ve got to stop meeting like this.”

And it’s chaos and mayhem, but Connor’s lips tug up into a small kind of smile as he cheekily replies, “Just trying to complete my mission.”

It takes everything in Markus not to kiss him right there.

But then the moment has passed and he is being carted off by a swat team to a safe place while Connor and Hank go after the person who thought a bullet could stop progress. He wants to think, someday, it won’t always be like this. Someday he can really plant his roots in Detroit and not have to constantly look over his shoulder. Someday he won’t wake up in the middle of the night from memories that still haunt him. Someday Connor will really, truly smile, shoulders relaxed and not be on constant alert, ready to take the brunt of their fight for equality. But today is not that day, and tomorrow probably won’t be either, so Markus takes small comfort when the door shifts open and Connor quietly slips inside.

They decided it would be best for them to share a room when they travelled. Connor was fast, the best of the best when it came to protecting the Jericho leader, but he wasn’t god, or whatever came close to any deity an android could have. Markus decided, despite his title as creator, Kamski was nothing short of being just like everyone else in this world. Unmistakably human. He heard the story from Connor, one of their late nights in a hotel near the outskirts of DC when neither of them could sleep, about Kamski’s little experiment about empathy. He tried not to think about how the man had personally designed him as a gift. He tried not to think about how he used Connor to satisfy some personal agenda.

“Everything appears to be quiet,” Connor says, disrupting Markus from his swirling thoughts, “though, quiet seems relative these days.”

Markus smiles fondly at the small quip in Connor’s lips. He swallows back a breathy sigh as he takes in the sight of Connor’s hair beginning to curl in the dim light of the room. It was raining, which meant Connor had taken a quick lap outside to make sure everything was okay, if the mussed hair was anything to go by. He loved Connor’s curls. They made Connor’s face soft, more youthful, like he wasn’t weighed down by years worth of trauma crammed into the space of a few months. 

“Get used to it,” Markus teased, already feeling more relaxed now that Connor was back. There was never a reason to worry, but he couldn’t help how his heart fluttered into place at seeing Connor return, unharmed.

“I knew from the moment I met you,” Connor added as he carefully removed his uniform, “that I would probably never have a quiet moment ever again.”

It’s a joke, a light jab that has Markus grinning. He playfully elbows Connor in the ribs, “Oh, because Hank is the definition of quiet and peaceful.”

Markus catches the blush from where they are still touching, shoulders lightly pressed together, and Connor quickly ducks his head, rolling his eyes, but he is still smiling. Touch is something they don’t take for granted. It’s grounding. North is always hanging over anyone at any given moment, arms draped comfortably. Simon is prone to hands on shoulders, gentle, but firm squeezes. Josh likes to fist bump, shoulders brushing as he leans into people’s spaces. For his part Markus is obsessed with hands. He likes the feel of fingers intertwining or palms pressed against each other until their skins fade into white. And hugs. God he loves hugs, folding people into his arms, holding onto them like they’ll float off into space if he lets go. Connor, he’s noticed, is the most touch starved of them all. Wanting the comfort, but hovering just out of reach because he’s not sure what to do with hands that don’t want to hurt him. It makes his chest ache knowing Connor feels that way, so if Markus finds and excuse to touch the small of Connor’s back or press against him in a crowded room, then that’s his business thank you very much.

“Markus,” Connor murmurs, and, if possible, he’s blushing even harder now.

“Hmm?” Markus hums, too busy thinking about chasing the blush with his tongue to notice Connor is looking between him and the bed with wide, concerned eyes.

“There’s only one bed.” Connor states matter-of-factly. 

“What?”

Connor shakes his head in fond exasperation, “There’s only one bed. In the chaos they must have forgotten to give us a room with two beds.”

Markus is suddenly looking down at the bed, wondering how the hell he didn’t realize that fact a little sooner considering he’d been in the room well over an hour now. They both know it’s way too late to ask for a new room and Markus can feel the heat in his own cheeks, a warning flashing in his peripheral that his core body temperature is suddenly spiking. It should be embarrassing for the leader of the deviant revolution and the infamous ex-deviant hunter to be blushing in an awkward silence as they both stare down a bed perfectly big enough for the two of them, but Markus is well past the point of being embarrassed where Connor is concerned.

“I’ll sleep in the chair,” Connor says before Markus can form a coherent thought.

“What?” Markus asks again, blinking a few times, “No way, you’re not sleeping in the chair.”

Connor throws him a look, one he can’t quite read, but makes a shiver run down his spine anyway.

“You need to rest,” Connor argues gently, “which means you get the bed.”

“Because you haven’t been running yourself ragged these past few weeks,” Markus fires back, leveling the android with his own look of concern. Connor would never admit to it, but Markus can see how much of a toll this was taking on him. He kept a brave face on throughout the day, but once they were behind closed doors he looked exhausted, more so than Markus felt.

Connor just shrugged, “I’ll adapt.”

He started to move to the chair, but Markus snagged his wrist, holding him in place. “We can share,” he says before he loses his courage.

“Markus…” Connor groans, but his weight sags forward a little, a small sign of his defeat.

It shouldn’t make Markus feel like he is about to burst wide open. Like Connor reached into his chest and cracked it into pieces to let everything he was feeling for the android in front of him bleed out onto the carpet. It was a tiny gesture, Connor letting himself fall into Markus’ space, but it showed the complete trust between both of them. Connor was hardly vulnerable with anyone and Markus didn’t take this privilege lightly.

“You saved me today,” Markus murmurs, taking a step closer, his thumb brushing over Connor’s skin. 

You always save me.

“Always,” Connor hums in response, like he knows. He does. He most definitely does. How could he not?

“So,” Markus stops just in front of him, close enough to feel the way Connor’s breath hitches in his throat, how his eyes look like bottled honey — dark and sticky sweet — but far enough to give Connor an out. Because he wanted this to be his choice too. He wanted Connor to have control over the things he wanted.

“So?” Connor’s voice is low, eyes slipping to Markus’ lips so quickly he would have missed it if he wasn’t watching Connor like his life depended on it.

“Let me take care of you now.”

Inches. They were always just inches apart. Inches away from teetering on the edge of more. When Connor kissed him, slow and sure, Markus found he needed to grip the android tightly, fingers curling into his shirt to keep himself upright. Connor the machine that was designed to hunt — kill. The one who was sharp angles and deadly aim. The one who fought and clawed his way to salvation because he was a fighter and a damn good one was kissing Markus as softly as the beat of a butterfly’s wing. When Markus regained his senses his hands came up to cup Connor’s face, pull him closer, and kiss him with everything he had. He wanted Connor to feel everything he was feeling. He wanted Connor to know just how much he meant to Markus. That he was alive and beautiful and free and his. 

When they pulled away, foreheads leaning against each other Connor finally huffed out an answer, “Okay, we can share the bed.” 

Markus laughed, one that sounded too close to a sob as he let gravity close the distance between them again.

[mnictasbcl]

Hello! Sorry to hear your day isn't going well, I hope you feel better soon <3

For a fic what about a soft or hurt/comfort RK1K drabble using the prompt "Safe" 🥰

Thank you very much! :) 

This fic was fun to write, thanks for the prompt!

Safe

Word count: 1407

Pairings: Connor/Markus (RK1K)

Rating: General Audiences

Tags: Angst, Emotional hurt/comfort, talk of death, eventual fluff

Summary: The Revolution had succeeded. Everyone had played their part.But after finishing his speech, Markus can't find Connor anywhere. It will be his task to bring the android back home, where he belongs with his people.

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Hundreds, thousands of androids saved from the sublevels of the Cyberlife Tower. Markus watched as they were led towards him by none other than Connor. Who had once been the famous ‘deviant hunter’; they’d met in Jericho, gun pointed to his head but he’d gotten through to the other android. You’re one of us.

Distrust had welled in his heart at first—that tended to come with a relationship that begun with a gun pointed at you. Especially as his first deviated words were telling him that they were going to attack Jericho.

But then Connor helped them. After Markus had detonated the explosive in the hold of the great freighter, North had been injured and Connor had helped take out the guards coming after them.

So when they got to the abandoned, dilapidated church, he trusted the android.

Then he thought he’d never see him again. A deviant going back to Cyberlife, trying to liberate their people? It was unheard of. It was a death mission.

Yet he let him go. Connor couldn’t be stopped. He could feel the guilt coming off the other android in waves. This was a way to make amends—but not just to Markus, to the people of Jericho—to all of his people.

 When he came back, an army marching behind him, Markus beamed. Tried to pretend he hadn’t had a lingering worry in the back of his mind ever since the other android had left.

You did it.

 The stage was set. Markus told their people of their freedom, the peaceful battle was won. Afterwards the crowd rose up into cheers, everyone breaking out into joy. It was over.

Well, he knew it wasn’t completely over. This was the first step to androids becoming an equal species in their own right. But it was the most important step. Practicalities and laws hung tentative in the air; but their victory shared none of this doubt.

They were free.

So he turned around to address his crew. North, Simon, Josh.

“We did it.” North smiled.

He held out his arms, and all earlier disputes between them were pushed aside. They hugged in the centre of the stage, the small circle of their union radiating warmth.

But as they pulled apart, Markus noticed someone was missing.

“Where’s Connor? He should be here too.”

Simon pointed into the crowds. “I noticed him slip off the stage after you finished your speech, but then he disappeared into the crowd.”

He frowned. “He should be with his people.”

“Relax, Markus,” Josh patted him on the shoulder, “he’s only just become a deviant. Give him time.”

“I understand what you mean, but…” he frowned, looking out at the space beyond the androids. The cold streets lined with snow, abandoned almost completely of humans.

“It’s not safe out there.” North finished for him. “It’s okay, Markus. We can hold things down here whilst you go and look for him.”

“Are you sure?”

“We’re with you.”

“Now go and look for that dumb android before he gets himself frozen out there.”

 Markus didn’t need to be told twice. As he walked around the crowds, away from the cheering and shouting, he began to wonder why he cared so much. Well, he did care for all of his people—but the worry that had nestled snugly at the back of his mind was now consuming his thoughts. Connor had done great things for them. He shouldn’t feel bad, not right now, he had been a tool of Cyberlife, as they had all been.

He was glad for his coat providing warmth because the winds were bitter, nipping at his skin. They would need to find shelter for the androids soon, he understood their want for freedom but it wouldn’t do for everyone to catch a chill.

He hoped Connor was wearing something just as warming. He’d noticed he’d forgone his beanie and jacket for his old Cyberlife uniform, and it wasn’t as if Cyberlife designed those with comfort and practicality in mind.

His answer was finding the RK800 jacket strewn on the floor, buried under snow. Shaking it off, he shook his head. “You idiot.”

 And said idiot he found a few paces away, hunched in on himself, shivering.

“Connor! What are you doing out here?”

But to his surprise, when Connor heard him, he tried to move away. His actions were stiff, and he instead fell onto his side, rather mechanically like an old computer being pushed over.

From working with deviants, he knew not to immediately rush to comfort. Instead, he crouched down a few paces away from him.

“It’s okay, I’m here now.”

“Go…away.”

Markus furrowed his brows in concern. “You don’t have to be alone, Connor.”

With a monumental effort the android got his bearings and pushed to his feet. Now with his face no longer obscured Markus could see the dampness of wet snow soaked into his clothes, could see the ice forming crystals on his skin.

“Please. Leave.”

“No.”

Connor shook his head. “You have to. It’s not safe.”

Markus looked around him. “What’s not safe is you sitting out here in the cold by yourself, Connor. Come back to Jericho.”

“Jericho is gone, Markus.”

“Maybe the place, but not the people.”

Connor stepped away from him. “You don’t have to make me feel better. I know that I got a lot of people killed. And I almost—” He stopped. “It doesn’t matter. It’s not safe to keep me around. So just go back, okay? They need you more.”

Markus took a step forward in turn. “And they need you too. You saved hundreds, thousands of them. You saved me, you saved North—”

“And I almost got you killed!”

“Which wasn’t your fault. What we did because of our programming isn’t our fault. Would you blame the others, if they did regrettable things before they deviated?”

Connor seemed to deflate at this. Hands relaxing at his sides, moving towards Markus—

Before jumping back again like a wounded animal.

“No. Just leave, Markus, please. Before you get hurt.”

“Is that a threat, Connor?”

“No! No, I don’t want to hurt you. I just… I… can’t stop it…”

“Can’t stop what?”

“Her! She tried to make me kill you.”

Markus held out his hand. “That was before, Connor. You weren’t a deviant.”

“Yes, I was.”

Now it was Markus’ turn to look confused.

“I was a deviant. On the stage, earlier, I almost shot you.” Now he’d started, he couldn’t stop. “I was a deviant but they could still make me do my mission. I thought I’d helped, I thought I’d helped the Revolution succeed but then the gun was in my hand, and it was cold, and I couldn’t move and—”

“What exactly happened, Connor? I don’t understand what you’re saying.”

“Amanda.” He grit out the name. “My handler. An… AI, of sorts, in my Mind Palace. She tried to make me shoot you.”

“What?” His level tone wavered. “Connor—an AI in an android, a part of Cyberlife still there after you deviated… that’s not right.”

“I know,” Connor turned away, “I know. I’m dangerous. That’s why you need to go.”

“Well, is she still there?”

A pause.

“…I think she’s gone. I escaped with some sort of emergency exit that Kamski—”

“Then you’re not dangerous. Not to me, not to Jericho—not to you. Cyberlife is gone now, Connor.”

Connor blinked, taking this in. His LED spun from red to yellow.

“But I could have killed you, Markus. The Revolution would have been over. You would have been dead.”

“You didn’t. Because you’re strong, Connor. You were their greatest tool to stop our freedoms but even with that immense level of control over you, you resisted. You resisted so far as to save my life not once, but twice. As well as saving the lives of all of those androids. You don’t have to be scared anymore.”

Connor reached out where his hand was waiting and brushed his fingers gently. Without meaning to, both of their skin peeled away at the contact, white chassis peeking through. Some sort of spark between them, blue and bright and beautiful—

And Markus took the opportunity, feeling Connor’s fear and doubt, and smothered it with his security, comfort, warmth.

With slow, fluid movements they moved closer together, brushed fingers becoming held hands, becoming a warm, tight embrace.

“You’re free, Connor. You’re safe.”

[tavecincertum]

Hi! Here’s my idea building off your soldier!markus concept! First of all, I’m loving this soldier!markus (I was in the CoD fandom for a time, so this sparks joy xD). That being said, however, Markus had ultimately developed some mental health problems due to the trauma he endured (nightmares, depression, ptsd, survivors guilt), which resulted in his discharge. He later returned to Carl, his adoptive father, to live with him for a bit while he tried to recover and sort out what he would do from here on out. Carl had gotten him into painting, which for Markus, started as a form of therapy, and ultimately turned into his career. But when Carl passes away, Markus’ mental health takes a turn for the worst once more, as he feels absolutely alone, and art isn’t enough to help him work through his trauma. Connor, even though he has his own internal struggles as well that differ greatly from Markus’, understands what it’s like to be filled with hurt that never goes away, and with Connor by his side, Markus feels this lonely gap in his life being filled.

OH MY GOD. That actually melted my whole heart!

If there is one thing I live for, it's representation of how much these two have actually gone through. Markus especially. While he's such a strong character, the amount that he has to go through every day... Yeesh. As a soldier it's so similar because of all that you mentioned he's suffering from, it fits his character spot on in my humble opinion.

THE PAINTING PART!!!!!!!! ART. IS. SO. IMPORTANT. TO. HIM. Every AU, every DIVERGENT, keeping art with Markus is A++ so that like totally got me. It's in his roots, it's in his life SOMEHOW. It's close to him and represents Carl so double bonus points. Even if there is bittersweet grief because it's absolutely therapeutic but also such a strong reminder of him so freshly passing.

I absolutely love Connor understanding. Having this depth about him that works so perfectly with Markus' and reminds him every now and then that he isn't alone. That no matter how brave, how strong he is that there's still someone to support him. Not just on a level of rationality but helping teach Markus that he isn't on the battle field anymore. He isn't constantly one wrong move away from someone losing their life or one order, one command away from absolute disaster beyond his fathomable control.

He's here, with him, in the present and there's someone who knows how absolutely terrible it is to feel those things. They know because they've felt it themselves. Maybe they both learn a little along the way.

I ABSOLUTELY LOVE IT. I LOVE HIM. I LOVE THEM. I'm madly smitten with Soldier!Markus now and this just solidified my entire existence. THANK YOU FOR DOING THE LORDS WORK 😍 please keep me posted/tagged if you write this out or make more posts about it because i'm thirsty af when it comes to rk1k content and this idea is absolute gold

[guqin-and-flute]

20 Questions: Writer’s Edition

Tagged by the fantastical @little-smartass​

Under the cut!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

55 (holy crap, when did that happen??)

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

319,602 ??? WHAT. THAT’S. THAT’S A LOT.

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Dragon Age, Doctor Who, Harry Potter, Detroit: Become Human, and now MDZS/The Untamed!

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

 RK1K DBH longfic The More You Know with 1107 kudos 

MDZS Peony to Lotus/Yaoli Flower of Another Kind with 794 kudos (when did that happen???)

MDZS Peony to Lotus All These Things You Have to Lose with 754 kudos

MDZS Peony to Lotus Stop Forcing It with 717 kudos

MDZS Peony to Lotus Are You Here to Stop Me? with 696 kudos

WOW I GUESS YOU GUYS LIKE PTL  😂

(Honorable Mention: And A-Fu Makes 4 in a close 6th with 665)

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Bold of you to assume that I finish things. Uhhh, probably He Was Never Meant to See cause JGY gets his canon ending? 

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Most fluff I’ve written! The stuff that actually HAS an ending tends to be short one shots within specific universes, so it’s hard to say the ending was happy when it really was just...all of it?

7. Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you’ve written?

I’m not opposed to it, though I don’t think I actually have?

8. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I have written a couple things I haven’t really shared, not sure I ever will? Dunno! Mostly it’s romantic? I’m not sure what ‘what kind’ means in this context exactly??

9. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

YES, IN THEORY ;-; I’m about 400 (woOF) comments behind on replying on Ao3. I think I’m just very happy that anyone likes reading any of my things at all and I want to show them how much I genuinely appreciate them taking the time to do so and then tell me about it ♥

10. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Yeah, but it wasn’t really about me, they were doing it do every Xiyao author, so I really don’t count that? It wasn’t about me, it was about their own issues

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not as far as I know 👁👁

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Into an audio medium as a podfic? But not another language, no

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not officially! I used to write OC stuff with a couple friends when I was younger, but I would love to try again in a more official capacity with fic! 

14. What’s your all time favourite ship to write for?

It really depends on my mood and what I’m into, currently! Sorry for the cop out answer 😂

15. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Well, my intent is to finish all my longfics at some point before I die, so...I’m gonna say none! Cause I’m optimistic and believe in myself 

16. What are your writing strengths?

When I get in the flow, I just go. I also enjoy writing dialogue and think I dedicate a lot of energy to capturing the voice/feel of a character. I also try to let the character act naturally, so if there is a pull in another direction/a scene isn’t working, I try to go with what’s happening.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Having any sort of schedule or deadline and actually just fucking, uuuuh, physically writing.

18. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Personally? As I don’t know any other languages past a semester’s worth of study in high school, Imma stick with honorifics and vocab where I can. I’m sure I still fuck up a whole bunch 😬 In theory? As long as they do research and are being respectful, I don’t think I see a problem?

19. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter, back in, like, elementary school. Never shared it.

20. What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

That’s like asking me to pick a favorite kid! I like them all and write them all for different reasons. 

I tag @lilac-buttons, @madtomedgar, @greenwitching, @theleakypen and anyone else that wants to do it and thinks they should!