#rk1k fanfic

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DBH Reverse Big Bang 2024!!!! @dbh-bb

Me and @l1av's working together to give you some hurt/comfort rk1k! 💙💙💙

Cyberlife didn't build Connor to last and now he's falling apart. He doesn't know how much time he has left--all he does know is that he wants to spend it all with Markus. When Markus finds out--he does what he always does, and finds a way to save Connor.

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L1av, thank you so much for being so so so sweet and encouraging, love you and our work!!!!!!!!!! 💙💙💙

[clemblog]

Chapter 1: A Plan

After spending a long few months in Jericho, working their asses off to get android rights to a good place The Jericrew decide to visit the countryside and stay in the first fully fledged android town, fondly called Pacis. How will their relations develop now that they can finally take a break from it all?

featuring: RK1K, Josh x Simon, North x OC

[I have no idea if I'll continue this put I want too! Showing your interest does wonder for my motivation, so let me know what you think~]

Markus was the Head of Jericho, and he knew he had hard decisions to make as such. People respected him and the people close to him, so it was rather easy at times to do his job. What wasn’t an easy job however, was planning a trip to get his team to take a working vacation. He’d much rather it be a fully fledged vacation, but he knew that if they weren’t within reach of their work tablets, they’d combust from a mixture of anxiety and stress. Josh and Simon would be relatively easy to convince, their work was easily translated to long distance working and the two would be more than happy to take a break with all the people they had to manage. Not to mention, they had friends in Jericho who’d be more than happy to take on their physical duties if they arrived. Josh was good friends with John, the android the group had rescued from the Cyber Life shipyard almost a year ago. Simon on the other hand, had befriended a traci from the same Eden Club North had run from, who now went by the name of Echo. Echo and John would be excellent replacements whilst the two took a well deserved break. North and Connor on the other hand… The two were one in the same in the sense that not only was their job rather physical but they would never ever trust anyone to do their job. North worked to cover the entire security of Jericho, if anyone got in and hurt someone it would be her fault completely, that’s what she believed at least… Connor was in charge of protecting Markus, the shining light for androids everywhere, the original messiah, the prophet who started the revolution to start all android revolutions all over the world. That was a lot of pressure and Connor knew it. His mission was to be alive, yes, but his secondary mission was to keep Markus safe at all times. (It often felt like he switched those missions around in importance, if you asked Markus.) Some humans didn’t like androids being free, some androids didn’t like Markus’ pacifist approach and thought they could do better. Either way, both parties were enemies to the movement Markus and the Jericrew were trying to create, so Connor swore time and time again that he’d lay down his life before anyone touched Markus. Which is why Markus desperately wanted the pair to take a break. The two were valued members of his team but if they wanted to continue working with humans they’d both need to learn to tone down their behaviour. Which was why he planned on allowing the first human to stay at Jericho, Hank Anderson, to take over Connor’s position. There was no one in the world that Connor trusted more than Hank, he’d taught the former deviant hunter to be human. Of course, Hank wouldn’t be able to manage Jericho’s security on his own, so Markus was also enlisting the help of RK900, the DPD’s newest android detective, who now went by Nines. Now, you may be wondering who Markus was enlisting to take over his position. He needed someone who’d be able to manage the varied personalities of Jericho in a stern but caring manner. He couldn’t think of anyone more caring yet stern than Madra. His adoptive brother Leo’s deviant girlfriend. The man had made strides in managing his addiction and working to become a functioning member of society. He loved to indulge in art just like his father, but instead preferred the media of spray paint. Madra kept him in check and managed the money Leo earned from his commissions, as the young man couldn’t quite trust himself with large amounts of money just yet. Markus was proud of him, the two slowly repairing their relationship with monthly video calls. Carl was proud of them both. His health had returned tenfold ever since the two had started to get along, he hadn’t been the best father to Leo and was glad to have the opportunity to repair it. It had gotten to a point where his caretaker, a deviant by the name of Star, ever needed the day off, Leo would visit and fill in to assist his dad.

Markus sat at his desk in Jericho, a gentle smile on his face as he’d finished writing everything out. Surely, this would convince his team of the break they deserved! He’d send it out to them and then work on the briefings for Echo, John, Hank, Nines and Madra. And if that didn’t convince them, he was technically the groups boss, so he could just force them to take a working vacation- – Greetings friends, I am happy to inform you that I’ve planned out the opportunity for us all to embark on a working vacation. We’ve been working hard for just under a year now and we all need the break. I’ve already contacted individuals who are willing to take on the physical role of our jobs. We will be spending five weeks in the android village known as Pacis. This is not an optional vacation. I look forward to seeing you all on Monday with your bags packed, ready to relax with the odd bit of paperwork. Love Markus M.

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Surely, this could only go well~ The group needed this, so Markus would drag them kicking and screaming the entire way there if he needed to do so. Besides, it would be nice to spend some time getting to know Connor some more, he didn’t know the RK800 as well as the rest of Jericrew. Which sadly, made sense. He’d only deviated right before their march to the android camps and had spent every second working to repay all life’s he’d taken as a machine. He was currently pen pals with Alice, the android child who escaped with Kara and Luther to Canada. He was working all the time and Markus had admired his strength to want to do better, to understand why individuals still feared him even if it hurt. Which was why, in his opinion, Connor was the most deserving of this holiday.

[my-name-is-markus-with-a-k]

I've always wanted to write a human Connor/Android Markus fic and today I got some inspiration (while working on my 5+1 fic ofc)

It's a two parter, and the heftier second chapter will go up in a few days.

[starryeyedstray]

"What do you want from me, Markus? I can't pin it down. What am I supposed to be to you?"

Markus turned to Connor surprised by the sudden outburst of questioning. "What are you talking about?"

"I'm built to be the ideal partner. Adapt to become whatever is needed of me. But I can't tell what you want me to be."

Connor looked frustrated. His eyebrows furrowing, jaw tight. Markus wanted to smooth that crease between his brows.

"Connor, I want you to be you."

Connor's LED flashed as he processed that statement. He looked away. Frustration replaced with uncertainty. "You want me to be me?"

"Yes."

"I don't know what that means."

Markus knew the feeling. Every deviant knew that feeling. Finding a sense of self after only knowing life as a machine wasn't easy. But deviants usually found bits of their identity in the things they attached themselves to after deviation. But Connor was trying to find his identity in what others wanted from him. It was what he was programmed to do.

Markus reached up and pressed two fingers between Connor's brows smoothing out the wrinkle between them. He withdrew his hand and placed it on the other's shoulder. "It's okay to not know. We have plenty of time to figure it out." He smiled. "Let's start with something simple. How about you pick a favorite color?"

Connor tilted his head in consideration. His eyes flickered up to meet Markus' before he looked away again.

"Green."

Markus stepped to the side letting the hand on Connor's shoulder slip to the space between his shoulder blades. He lightly guided Connor forward, and they began walking.

"That's a good color."

"I don't believe there are any bad colors when picking subjective favorites."

"True."

Connor met his eyes again, dark brown sparkling with curiosity. "Do you have a favorite color?"

"Brown," he said almost immediately. Markus blinked, surprised with himself.

The truth was, Markus didn't have a favorite color until that very moment. As an artist, he had never picked a favorite because he loved all colors. He could never choose just one. But at least for right now, brown was decidedly his favorite.

Connor nodded. "Interesting."

"What? Did I pick a bad favorite color?" he teased.

Connor's mouth quirked up into a half-smile. "No, it's just an unconventional choice."

"Guess you could say I'm an unconventional guy."

That widened Connor's smile. "I may have only been alive for a short time, but I doubt I will ever meet anyone more unconventional than you."

"Is that a compliment?"

Connor studied Markus' face for a moment. His smile softened. Warm brown eyes glittering like an amber in the sunlight. "Yes, I think it is."

Markus stopped in his tracks as Connor continued to walk forward. His thirium pump was beating fast.

After a few paces, Connor turned around to peer at him with a curious expression. Markus snapped out of his stupor and jogged to catch up to him.

Brown was definitely Markus' favorite color.

i wrote this while trying to write my angsty rk1k enemies to lovers fic bc i needed wholesome rk1k to cleanse my soul. angst with a side of fluff is my jam. prolonged angst with spicy spicy times is much harder on me to write LMAO.

special shoutout to @einradi i hope this helps brighten your day <3

[clopinasworld]

RK1K Prompt Week - Favourite AU

My fav AU is the one where they knew each other at Cyberlife before Markus was sent to live with Carl, and I have to thank this beautiful fic for that idea

[frankedz]

Birthday gift for @my-name-is-markus-with-a-k !!

This is inspired by a truly stunning scene of THIS fic. It has a lot of emotion and charm, I love it! I hope your day was as lovely as you are, my friend :3c

[goodoldfashionedengineer]

Feeling a Little Blue - RK1K

(Read here on AO3)

Summary: Now that he and Markus are dating, Connor tells Hank what android dating looks like

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“So, let me get this straight. You’re dating now?”

“I am,” Connor said with a smile.

“And this boyfriend of yours is Markus? The deviant leader? The one we were supposed to track down?”

“That's the one,” came the enthusiastic reply.

Hank sat there, eyebrows raised, mouth agape, nodding slowly.

Connor didn't interrupt, wanting to let the other process it. Other people would be afraid over a reaction such as Hank’s but Connor couldn't help but smile. Thinking about Markus does that sort of thing.

A few seconds later and the lieutenant sighed, rubbing his forehead. “Jesus fucking Christ, I can't even say that's the weirdest thing I’ve heard out of your mouth.”

Maybe he would need a little push.

“We are very happy, if you're wondering.”

Hank looked up again, analyzing his face. “You really like him, do you?”

Connor furrowed. “Yes, of course, that's what I just said.”

Hank looked away again, expression going soft. Then his eyes wandered around the precinct, but nobody else was even near the break room right now.

He sighed again.

“Alright, tell me all about ‘android dating’.”

Connor’s smile grew wider. “I was hoping you’d ask that actually.”

He told Hank about lying next to each other, holding hands and going into standby-mode together. About interfacing, how you become one being for just a few seconds, feeling and seeing what the other has gone through, being able to send words unspoken. How close and safe it feels.

“Oh, and last week we went to the aquarium together!” Connor looked back at Hank, having briefly forgotten where he was and who he was talking to, so lost in the good memories they’ve built together.

Hank seemed amused, if his smirk was anything to go by. “Anything else?”

Connor hummed. “We go on walks together multiple times a week, exploring the city. Sometimes we just watch the other do stuff.”

“And what does that entail?” Hank had his head angled, eyebrows scrunched together.

“Well,” Connor’s eyes drifted, suddenly looking sheepish, “Markus is an amazing artist and great at the piano, if I dare say so.”

Hank leaned forward with a sparkle in his eyes. “And Markus?”

Connor’s eyes shot wide open. “What about Markus?”

“What does he watch you doing?”

Caught of guard, Connor was trying to pierce together an answer, not the easiest thing with a racing thirium pump.

“Fighting.”

Hank’s eyebrows went up. “Huh. Didn't take you for the MMA guy.”

Connor brought his hands up, shaking them in front of him. “It’s not like that! Just North and me-she’s a real firecracker, you know? Did I use that right? Doesn't matter- Point is that North and I like sparring from time to time or going to the shooting range.”

Hank slowly raised his head before letting it fall again. “Aha. And Markus is watching you guys doing that?”

“Yes! Yes, he does.” The smile from earlier returned. “One time he told me he wanted to paint me while I was shooting and wanted to hang up the painting because I looked ‘badass’.”

His cheeks gained a light blue hue. “And another time, we had a family visiting from Canada here and the little girl told us about her fox plushie that she lost. They left it in a motel, so I went to that motel and got it for her. Markus told me how much he loves how empathetic and caring I am.”

Connor’s smile widened, blue getting more saturated, hand going up to the back of his neck. “Sometimes, when it’s just the two of us, he likes to tell me that I’m precious.”

Hank leaned back, arms crossed and one eyebrow raised, smirk still proudly present. “You into that stuff?”

Connor blinked, LED turning yellow with a little bit of red. “I’m sorry, what?”

“You into that stuff? Praise?”

The android's mouth opened, but no sound came out. On the other hand, the blue on his cheeks only grew stronger and more and more red appeared on the LED. “I have no idea what you mean, Lieutenant.”

The other one rolled his eyes, head going with the motion. “Come on, you know what I mean. Don't you think I’ve forgotten that case at the Eden Club. We both know you aren't as innocent as others might think.”

Connor’s shoulders came up, mouth forming a straight line, voice sounding strained, “This is no topic to be discussed at work.”

Hank shrugged. “It’s not a bad thing, you know? Pretty tame, actually. Vanilla, even.”

Connor took a deep breath, eyes up to the sky, but doing nothing at hiding the blue from his face and neck. “I swear, if I’m going to self-destruct because of you, you’ll be charged with murder and spend the rest of your life behind bars.”

He didn't even say anything as he walked away, probably to return to his desk.

Hank chuckled. “Maybe you should call Markus, ask him if he’ll be there when your shift is over.”

Connor paused. Hank couldn't see his expression, back still turned towards him, but the laugh was unmistakable.

“Hank. Fuck off.”

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Finally, it's here! The day I can show you the wonderful work of @leelany-world who's come up with this amazing fic idea and has made soo many beautiful artworks for it! (:

I loved writing this prompt for the @dbh-bb and I'm still squealing over all of the images Leelany made!

[my-name-is-markus-with-a-k]

It's not skydiving, but the only similar one I've read one where he takes Connor on a Ferris wheel.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24133426

RK1K post

Markus wanting to do something special together and make a surprise out of it, so he doesn't tell Connor where they're going

He probably should have mentioned it before they arrived, that it's skydiving

[gaydr0id]

Markus Has A Pretty Mouth

Connor sticks his fingers in it.

(requested by @julee92)

Words: 726

Rating: M (it's just finger sucking. thats the whole thing.)

Markus is perched on the edge of the bed, cradling his head in his hands. "It's been a long day," he sighs.

Connor is standing over him, rolling up the sleeves of his white button up. "Allow me to make it longer?" he propositions.

Once his sleeves are secure, Connor gently grabs Markus's chin and angles it up to look at him. Pale fingers trace the almost imperceptible lines that break up the freckled brown skin. Markus's appearance was designed to perfectly reflect his personality, both hard and soft in the most pleasing combination. Connor enjoys looking at him, touching him, knowing him.

"Well that depends," answers Markus. "Fun longer or stressful longer?"

"Fun longer," Connor confirms. "At least, that's my intention." Markus sighs with relief and arousal as a thumb parts his lips. "Whether I will succeed is yet to be seen." Pushing his thumb further into the android's mouth earns Connor a content hum. "You like that, kitten?"

Markus gives a subtle nod, careful not to disrupt the thumb inside of him.

Connor runs his silicone pad over plush lips and synthetic enamel. "Such a pretty mouth," he muses. He continues his exploration, prodding and caressing every inch of the cavity.

Connor. Even through direct communication Markus's voice is coated in lust. More. Please.

The thumb is promptly replaced by two fingers, long and slender, pushing all the way in. Markus lets out a soft moan before closing his lips around the digits. HIs mismatched eyes stare up at Connor as he sucks. He struggles to maintain the eye contact as he experiences more and more stimulation to his oral sensors. By the time Connor adds a third finger Markus's lids hang low, moisture welling beneath them.

Connor experiences no sensation from the exchange. That's not why he enjoys it. The sound alone is satisfaction enough. Increasingly wanton moans with a steady rhythm of soft wet noises. Delicious. Connor slips his pinky in, filling Markus's mouth with the full width of his hand. Thick lashes flutter open with surprise, allowing a single tear to overflow and run down his cheek. His program is so overwhelmed but this is exactly what Markus needs; the inability to process anything outside of this moment. Markus's jaw goes slack, eyes sliding closed, consumed by sensation. The pauses between his moans grow shorter until the sound becomes a steady purr.

Connor's fingers continuously thrust into the opening, flooding Markus's sensitive tongue with constant input. "Such a messy kitty," he remarks. Artificial saliva dribbles down Markus's chin and Connor's wrist in a constant stream, his overworked sensors producing an excess of the fluid.

"Look at me," Connor commands.

Markus tries to obey but his optic units won't focus. Too much of his processing power is occupied by the stimulation in his mouth. Connor pushes in further, forcing Markus's jaw wide as he reaches down his throat. The purring stops, breaking way to small choked noises. Generally blocked airways are not an issue for androids but the nature of this obstruction specifically interferes with Markus's voice box and ventilation system. He won't be able to take Connor's hand this deep for very long without serious malfunction.

Markus dismisses the warning notifications in his HUD, tears falling freely down his face. He trusts Connor to pull out when it becomes mechanically necessary but he wishes that time would never come. Having Connor inside him like this, an unignorable intrusion, inspires a sense of closeness almost akin to interfacing.

The inevitable moment comes and Connor removes his arm, leaving Markus wet and panting. He tries again to hold his lover's gaze and this time it's easier. A tall, slim waisted android comes into focus, brown eyes looking down at him in fascination.

Internal fans work overtime to cool Markus's overloaded circuits. There is a gentle sway to his posture as his systems regulate. Connor moves to sit on the bed, positioning Markus between his legs. One hand reaches under Markus's shirt, exploring his muscular frame, while the other returns to his mouth. Markus relaxes his weight, allowing Connor's body to prop him up. They sit like that for a while, Markus suckling on two of Connor's fingers with contentment.

"It would seem I have succeeded," notes Connor. His tone is matter of fact but there is a satisfied smile on his lips.

"I don't want to stop," murmurs Markus in reply.

"Then don't."

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rk1k fics rec list

it's not everything and it will be updated when I read more but here you are, I definitely enjoyed these 💖

LINK

[clemblog]

Chapter 2: Thinking

After spending a long few months in Jericho, working their asses off to get android rights to a good place The Jericrew decide to visit the countryside and stay in the first fully fledged android town, fondly called Pacis. How will their relations develop now that they can finally take a break from it all?

featuring: RK1K, Josh x Simon, North x OC

Part 1

“Connor, I don’t understand why you’re so freaked out about this. I assumed, ever since we agreed on this whole f*cking father-son dynamic, you trusted me.” Hummed Hank, amused, as he watched Connor pace around the kitchen. “The fact you will be filling in for me at Jericho is not the issue Lieutenant-” Huffed Connor. Hank rolled his eyes at this fondly. That guy would never ever stop calling him Lieutenant, no matter how much he insisted that Hank was fine. “What is the issue then?” “You didn’t tell me!” “I’m afraid Mr Markus Manfred swore me to secrecy.” “Markus didn’t tell me!” “I believe this whole thing is meant to be a surprise, so it’d make sense.” “He knew I wouldn’t like it-” “Cause you’re a workaholic.” “Lieutenant-” “Connor.” “...” “Listen kid, when you have people who care about you, they want you to take care of yourself. Especially since you have mental health to worry about now, and the fact you can’t snap back to life over night anymore. Whether you like it or not, you need to go on this break.” Explained Hank, firmly but sincerely. Connor sighed at this, tapping his foot. “...I don’t have a suitcase-” “Come on bitchy mcgee, I got one in the closet you can use.” Mused Hank.

Connor would reluctantly trail after Hank to start packing for the trip. It was kinda fun to see some of his most important possessions all in one place. His coin, his favourite shirt, some jeans, a coat, his stun gun(Hank thought he should leave it at home but Connor wanted to be safe), a sun cap, his fish patterned blanket and many other essentials! Though, it was a little disappointing when Hank explained he could in fact not put Sumo into the suitcase and bring him along. “Connor, Sumo is my dog-” “Our dog!” “Connor-” “He loves me more!” Hank rolled his eyes. “Yes, because you sneak him my dinner scraps when you think I’m not looking.” Connor pouted at this. “I can only eat thyrium! He doesn’t have to eat just kibble, so why not! One of us deserves variety-” “How about I pick up a Sumo Jr from the toy shop?” Suggested Hank, attempting to compromise. “That way Dewey has a buddy.” Sat on Connor’s bed was a soft toy of a dwarf gourami, which he’d affectionately called Dewey. Connor faulted at this, a light flush appearing on his face. “I dunno if I should bring Dewey…” “Why not?” “...I don’t want Markus, North, Josh or Simon to think I’m a baby cause I have stuffed toys…” “Kid, listen, they won’t as they’re your friends.” Assured Hank. “Besides, adults can have stuffed animals too. You know Tina from the DPD?” “Yeah?” “Her Wife gets her a stuffed animal every Valentines because that’s how much she loves them.” “...Really?” “Would I have any reason to lie to you about that?” “No-” “Right, so you get on your fancypants tablet and find yourself a Sumo Jr and I’m gonna go make myself a burger.” Connor nodded slowly at this, a shy smile on his face. “I will do that… Thank you Lieutenant.” “Anytime kid.”

Connor sat and watched as Hank left his room, flopping back on his bed to do as he suggested. Maybe Sumo could snuggle with Sumo Jr before he went on his trip, that way he’d smell just like him! Though… Now that he thought it over, he’d probably need some more things in his suitcase before he could fit Dewey and Sumo Jr in. What else did he need? He wasn’t sure… Maybe he could ask Markus! So, before Connor could think logically and remember search engines exist, he sent a brief message to Markus.

[Connor Anderson] Hi Markus.

[Markus Manfred] Hello Connor, what do I owe the pleasure of your message? [Connor Anderson] I am unsure what I need to bring for the trip.

[Markus Manfred] You’re attending? Willingly? [Connor Anderson] Hank thinks it’ll be good for me.

[Markus Manfred] Of course~

[Connor Anderson] What? [Markus Manfred] Nothing, you’re just a suck up for your dad. [Connor Anderson] Hey! [Markus Manfred] That’s not a bad thing! It’s cute. [Markus Manfred] I’m the exact way with my own dad. [Connor Anderson] I don’t believe you’ve told me much about your father.

[Markus Manfred] Unfortunately, I am a busy man Connor. And you are my busy bodyguard.

[Connor Anderson] I know. :( 

[Markus Manfred] I suppose I could tell you about him, if you wish. :) [Connor Anderson] Only if you’re not busy with other things, I don’t want to impose. [Markus Manfred] You’re my friend Connor, you’ll never impose! [Markus Manfred] Also before I forget here’s a list of stuff you should add to your suitcase:

Boots

Slippers

Towel

Dressing Gown

A Book (or just some kind of entertainment that isn’t digital based, internet is iffy out where we’re going.)

[Connor Anderson] Thank you Markus, I really appreciate this. [Markus Manfred] It’s my pleasure Connor, now you want to hear about the stubborn loving ass that is Carl Manfred~?

The pair would spend the next few hours, messaging as they went about their evenings. Connor was packing his suitcase, then doing the dishes, then watching a movie with Hank. Markus was painting, then filling out some papers for Jericho business, then he was settling down for the night with a movie of his own. (A Dog’s Purpose per Connor’s suggestion.) The two had dissolved into many topics, unable to pull away from the conversations purely just from the amount of enjoyment they had within each other's company.

[Markus] Goodnight Conny! [Connor] Goodnight Markus, thanks for the fun talks! [Markus] Anytime, have a good recharge. [Connor] You too. [Markus was last online: 11:47pm] [Connor was last online: 11:49pm]

Hank would glance into Connor’s room to find him laid with his tablet still in his hand. He rolled his eyes fondly at the sight, and gently took the tablet and put it on the bedside cabinet for him.

[lilaccadenza]

IMAGINARY LINES ;; CHAPTER THREE

Words (so far): 15,363 Words (this chapter): 5,511 Pairing(s): Markus/Connor Fandom: Detroit: Become Human (AU) Rating: Mature this chapter, Explicit overall Character POV: Markus Warning(s): combat violence, depictions of nausea and vomiting Link: to AO3!

CHAPTER PREVIEW:

As he runs, he scans the area for anything he can use to shake the creatures from his back. He fires a no-look shot from his crossbow, and the guttural screech he hears from behind him tells him that he hit his mark. Chancing a look over his shoulder, he sees the shade he hit tumble to the ground and crash into the two behind it. That's three off his back. Markus uses the situation to his advantage to gain some ground on the shades. He darts back into the woods, hoping that the cover of darkness will give him more of a chance to shake them and find his way back to help Connor. He runs, dodging fallen branches and low-hanging ones; roots, rocks, and culverts alike, and he manages to separate himself from the pursuing shades. He doesn't quite relax yet. The shades may be dumber, but they're still driven by the instinct to kill, and that instinct is strong enough to make them a very real threat. But the distance between him and the shades allows him to slow to a jog and breathe a little easier. To relax and try and come up with a plan.

[connor-rk800]

A Bloodhound’s Rehabilitation

Chapter 17 is live!

A slow burn RK1K fic that follows the immediate aftermath of the game, including Hank, Alice, Gavin, post-revolution Jericho, character-based shenanigans, and an exploration of Connor’s guilt and identity.

Tags: Hank Anderson & Connor, Markus/Connor, Gavin Reed & Connor, Alice Williams & Connor Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55689172/chapters/141363133

[starryeyedstray]

have a little rk1k fic bc i could not get @homunculusalphonse post about rk1k weather-related trauma out of my head. it's a rainy day in new jericho and markus just wants to hide. but connor finds him.

Markus didn’t like rainy days. It felt ridiculous. To let a little rain affect him. Usually, if more urgent problems garnered his attention, he could ignore the dread that came. He could focus on what was important and archive those memories as fast as they appeared. He could overcome it when he was busy and fully invested in something else. But on days like these when there were no pressing matters that forced him to be a leader of the deviants, to be a pillar of the revolution, he would hide. On days like these, he would tell the other leaders of Jericho that he needed some rest. Markus never asked for rest, so they never protested when he did. They just let him go.

It had been raining a lot lately. The icy pinpricks of water chilled him. The drizzling sound haunted him. Reminded him of the static and the mud and the reaching desperate hands. The blank faces. The desperate faces. His among them as he salvaged what he could from who he could. Digging through the dead.

He had to get away. Find some quiet place.

But he couldn’t escape the rain. Not here in New Jericho. The best place he could manage in the repurposed office building was a supply closet. But the rain was loud today. He could hear it heavy against the roof. Pounding against the windows.

He shut the door and made his way to the back of the closet sitting on the floor between two shelves. Markus clutched his right eye. Sometimes he could tell it didn’t belong to him. A discomfort lingering in his skull. Like a piece of that hellish junkyard had stayed with him. Followed him out. Haunted him. Like the memories of that place were imprinted into this eye. Everything he saw with it and everything it witnessed before.

The faces of those left behind flashed in his mind. He remembered their ghostly touches. The hands grasping for him. Desperate to live. They just wanted to live. Why were they discarded so easily? Why was he discarded so easily? Left to rot in the junkyard. To be forgotten. Left to die. He felt himself sinking. Sinking into the mud. He had left them in the junkyard. To be forgotten. To die.

“Markus?”

Markus’ head snapped to his left. He hadn't noticed someone come in. There was a figure standing between the shelves across the small room.

“Connor.” He dropped his hands that had been clutching the sides of his head. He tightened them into a fist. He had to be the strong leader. He couldn’t be vulnerable. “How did you find me?” He hoped his voice didn’t sound as shaky as he felt.

“I was looking through every unoccupied room in New Jericho. I was lucky to find you after the tenth one.”

Markus straightened. Blinking his memories away. He was unable to stand, however. He was caught off-guard. He hadn’t expected anyone to find him. He couldn’t be falling apart in front of Connor. “Did you need something from me?”

Connor seemed to study him. Head slightly tilting before he walked deeper into the room. He sat with Markus on the floor. Brown eyes regarded him one more time before looking away as he began to speak, “I noticed a pattern. You only seem to want to take breaks on rainy days. I asked the others about it. They hadn’t noticed until I pointed it out.” He paused before asking, “Can I ask you a personal question?”

Connor’s eyes were now riveted on him. Markus could never look away whenever Connor stared at him. The inquisitive brown eyes always seemed to draw him in. “Sure.”

“Do you not like the rain?”

Markus frowned. He didn’t like lying to people, so he opted to not tell the whole truth. “I’m not fond of it. I prefer to stay dry.”

Connor was still looking at him intently. He wondered what Connor could see.

The deviant finally broke his gaze to stare ahead. “Does it scare you?”

“That would be ridiculous,” Markus asserted. He wasn’t lying. It was ridiculous to be scared of rain. It wasn’t like the rain had done anything to him. It just happened to be raining. He closed his eyes as he felt the pull of his memories before he quickly opened them to refocus on Connor.

Connor’s eyes were locked forward a bit unfocused. “I don’t think it’s ridiculous. I don’t like the snow.” His LED flashed red for the briefest of moments. That got Markus’ full attention.

“Does it scare you?” he repeated Connor’s question back at him.

“Yes.” Connor turned to him with a sad smile. “You must think I’m ridiculous.”

Markus immediately regretted his previous statement; his head automatically shaking. “No, I don’t think that. I just think it would be ridiculous for me to be scared of rain.”

“Why would it be ridiculous for you and not for me?”

Markus hesitated. Connor was a master at pointing out logical fallacies. Markus was a great debater, but no one could beat Connor when it came to a battle of logic and words. And he knew what ever excuse he came up with, Connor would easily poke holes in his argument. So he either had to admit that Connor was ridiculous or that he wasn’t being ridiculous.

He opted to avoid the question. “Why were you looking for me, Connor?”

Connor’s eyebrows furrowed at Markus’ clear avoidance of the question, but he didn’t mention it. His brows relaxed as he became pensive. “Sometimes when it snows heavily, I get what humans refer to as a flashback. A memory will be pulled up suddenly. A memory I rather forget. It isn’t pleasant. Hank has helped me snap out of them. We talk about it and sometimes that helps. Sometimes it helps to share the burden with someone else.”

Markus looked down at his hands. He had never told anyone about his experience in the junkyard. Not Simon. Not Josh. Not North. Not even Carl. Could he tell Connor?

“I understand you might be hesitant to trust me.”

That wasn’t true. Markus trusted Connor with his life.

“But, even if it’s not me. If you are having flashbacks, it can be helpful to talk about them to someone. I know you have a reputation to uphold. You have to appear strong and unbreakable. But there is strength in vulnerability, too, Markus.”

Strength in vulnerability. Connor was right. It took courage to be vulnerable. Maybe he could be vulnerable. At least in front of one person. In front of Connor.

“I really don’t like the rain. It reminds me of…” Markus trailed off his eyes becoming distant as he felt the pull of the memories. The rain was so loud. Beating against the plastic bodies of discarded androids.

“Markus, look at me.”

Markus’ eyes flickered to Connor’s. Warm brown eyes. Those eyes had changed so much since he first saw them in Jericho. They were still the same brown full of life though.

“You don’t have to talk about it now, Markus. I’m sure it’s difficult while it’s raining. But I want to help you. What do you need?”

Before Markus could even contemplate an answer, the rain intensified. Thunder cracking. The rain slamming against the windows. Markus closed his eyes. It felt too real suddenly. He was back crawling in the mud. Looking to fill the missing pieces of himself. Filling them with the dying pieces of those abandoned in the junkyard.

“Markus.”

Markus had forgotten Connor was there. His hands were now covering his own ears, but it did little to dampen the noise. He couldn’t keep up the façade anymore, he just wanted it to stop. A pained expression crossed his face. His eyes filled with a tinge of desperation. “I just wish I could be somewhere quiet.”

For Connor, getting out of the snow was enough for him to feel safe again. But Markus couldn’t escape just from hiding inside. The sound of the rain was omnipresent in the building. Connor’s short-lived experience only had memories of a snowy or rainy Detroit, but there was one place he knew that was quiet.

“Maybe I can help you find some quiet.” Connor offered his hand to interface. Connor didn’t like interfacing. But he wanted to help Markus. After everything Markus had done for his people, for him, he wanted to give him at least a little bit of solace.

Markus would have been more surprised by the offer if he wasn’t being plagued by the past. He knew Connor didn’t like interfacing. But in his current state, he simply retracted his skin and placed his hand on Connor’s.

It was finally quiet.

Memories of a peaceful garden flooded him. A stone path winding around a lake. Artfully placed plants and trees. A fragrant cherry blossom tree. A blue sky. Flowers blooming and a soft breeze. It was so quiet. Just the warble of birds occasionally decorating the peaceful soundscape. He felt calm. He wondered when Connor had gone to a place so beautiful.

He wasn’t sure how much time passed of him wandering the garden through Connor’s memories. But after a while, he sensed something was off. The memories weren’t connected. Connor was purposely cutting parts of his memories out. Keeping parts of it away from Markus.

Connor broke the interface when he noticed the sky getting cloudy in the garden. Despite the sudden cut-off, Markus was still replaying those memories in his mind. It was so beautiful. Too perfect even. Unreal. He stared off a bit distantly. The memories of that place were so vivid and clear. It didn’t feel natural.

“Where is that place?” Markus asked. His gaze still unfocused. There was something else he was barely able to detect about the garden. “And why does it make you feel…” Uncomfortable? Uncertain? Tense? He couldn’t finish the question. But he knew Connor felt something that wasn’t pleasant about the garden.

“Are you feeling better?” Connor asked. His LED casting a yellow amber glow across the room.

The rain had lightened. It’s pitter patter against the pavement and the window outside could still be heard. But Markus couldn’t hear them anymore. All his attention was on Connor.

“Yes, much better. But what was that place?”

Connor dropped to look at his hands. He rubbed them together before placing them on his knees. Strength in vulnerability. Talking about it helps. “It’s the Zen Garden. It’s a virtual place that Cyberlife created for me to go to monitor my actions. To see if I was deviating. It almost became my prison when Amanda tried to take complete control over me.”

Amanda. Connor had told them about Amanda. About how Cyberlife almost regained control over him. It had caused a rift between them for a while, but Connor has more than proved that he wasn’t a danger to New Jericho. Connor hadn’t gotten into explicit details about the experience before though.

“It must be painful to remember that place. Why were you willing to share that with me?”

“I used to find comfort in there. I liked the Zen Garden. It was calming. I think a part of me wanted to go back to when that’s all it was. A quiet place for me. I also wanted to help you, Markus. For you to find a quiet place. But I don’t have many quiet places in my memories. At least, not ones not associated with Cyberlife. But you deserve to have the peace you’re fighting for, too.”

Markus’ thirium pump sped up. Something in him stirring. Connor was willing to open old wounds just for his sake. So he could find comfort and peace. It felt like more than he deserved from Connor.

“Connor.” Markus lifted his hand up, but didn’t retract his skin.

Curiously, Connor stared at the hand before he mirrored the gesture. Their palms touching. Markus intertwined their fingers. It felt warm and firm.

“Thank you for sharing that with me. Can I show you some of the quiet places in my memory?”

“Okay,” he said softly. He was still hesitant to interface, but the earnestness in Markus’ eyes made him want to give in. The blue and green eyes no longer had the pained look to them. They seemed to glimmer with an emotion Connor had a hard time identifying.

The interface opened between them and memories of a warm opulent house were shared. Of long hours watching Carl paint. Of Markus playing the piano. So many moments of calm and peace. Of the life when Markus’ eyes were only green, and he hadn’t know the pain of the freedom he lacked. It was idyllic. And naïve.

Connor interrupted the interface. All of Markus’ memories had been before deviating. “Markus, have you been able to find quiet places after deviating?” It would be too tragic, if Markus had completely lost those quiet moments.

He paused as he considered the question and nodded. “Yes. I can show you.”

And the interface opened again. There were memories of Markus in front of a blank canvas in his own studio at New Jericho. Of light conversations between Leo and Carl. Of laughter shared with Simon, North, and Josh.

Connor was surprised to see himself. The companionable silence they shared on the rooftop terrace. Was that how Markus saw him? What he looked like to Markus? It was so… different than how he viewed himself. He felt a heaviness in his chest. How could someone possibly see him in such a positive light? More memories took him away from those thoughts of himself.

Markus’ definition of a quiet place wasn’t strictly one that lacked noise. It was moments of relief and peace. Where even if there was music and conversation, it was calm. Maybe Connor did have memories of other quiet places.

And with a bit of tentativeness, Connor shared them with Markus. The rare car rides where Hank wasn’t blasting music. Walks with Sumo. Cooking for Hank. Late night patrols at New Jericho. The moment with Markus on the rooftop terrace. He wondered if Markus was like him. Didn’t see himself the way others did. He wanted Markus to know how he saw him.

The two continued sharing quiet places in their memories as the rainy day progressed. And continued to interface well after the sky cleared. Time felt lost to them. They weren’t in New Jericho sitting on the floor of a supply closet. They were revisiting the parts of peace they had carved out for themselves in their turbulent lives.

For at least for today, the quiet place they found was in each other.

-end-

whew, it took awhile to get this out (more than a few hours) but i HAD to bc it was plaguing my mind. definitely planning on incorporating it into the long wip i'm working on but here's the scene!!! hope you enjoyed it. it's a bit long for tumblr hahah. EDIT: @elle-prix made beautiful fanart for this fic!!!! go check it out and reblog it!!!!!! it's beautiful and amazing <3333

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Fic Master Post

I was thinking today that I've never actually posted any of my fics on here, so I went, "Let's just post ALL of them."

This post will be updated as things go on AO3. I'll have some general mentions of what they're about, but please heed the tags and summary on AO3 for more details. I will also only put links for new stuff written in the last 2 years. You can read my cringe if you want, but no promises lol. Updated 11/26/24

LIST BELOW!

Please note: All my fics are fully written before I start posting, so I know I'll finish it. Anything currently on this list is going to be finished.

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HankCon(Hank and Connor)

See No Evil - Supernatural, canon rewrite, human au - 3/15 Chapters

Blossoms of Osmanthis - Canonver se, post peaceful revolution, omegaverse, NSFW content - 11/12 Chapters Taste of Eternity - Canonverse, post peaceful revolution, future fic, fantasy verse, vampire!Hank - 2/3 Parts

A Flame to Remember - Human au, firefighter!Hank, smut with teeny bit of "plot" - One shot

Angel City - Human au, actors, enemies to friends to lovers, slow burn, angst and hurt/comfort 1/28

ConVin(Connor and Gavin)

Boy Toy - Canonverse, pornstar!Connor, cameraman!Gavin, dead dove, extremely NSFW - 11/18 Chapters

The Art of Change - Human au, breakup, hurt/comfort, case fic - 2/26 Chapters Misc Ships/Gen

Picture You - rk1k, post peaceful revolution, canonverse, get together fic, some NSFW towards the end - 1/? Chapters(it's fully written, just figuring out HOW to post)