#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!!!!!!!!!! 💙💙💙

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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]

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

[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

[fizzlefudge]

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

[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

[moonlitmilo]

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.

Oldest to Newest

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)

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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

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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]

MAKE IT SHINE ;; CHAPTER NINETEEN

Words (so far): 93,603

Words (this chapter): 5,586

Pairing(s): Markus/Connor

Fandom: Detroit: Become Human (AU)

Character POV: Markus

Warning(s): none, unless you count Markus being silly about calling it a date

Link: to AO3!

CHAPTER PREVIEW:

Once he unlocks his car, he glances inside and lets out a quiet chuckle. For the most part, he keeps his car clean, but sometimes he misses things. Right now, sitting on the passenger's side floor, is the magazine that Luna and Alice passed back and forth this morning on the way to Kara's house. He picks it up and sets it on the dash. "Part of the fun of having an eleven-year-old girl, even if she doesn't live with you all the time, is finding teen magazines, nail polish bottles, and hair ties in places you didn't even realize they could be." Connor laughs quietly as he slides into the passenger's seat of the car. He closes the door and slides the seatbelt across his middle, clicking it into place. "Like a scavenger hunt." Huffing a laugh, Markus nods and fastens his seatbelt. "Something like that."

[einradi]

Summary:

In which North is tired of Markus's shit and just wants him to talk to Connor already

Markus' POV for MAA.

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"Why did you leave Connor behind to die?" Nines questioned. His eyes narrowed with barely disguised anger. Voice low to avoid disturbing Connor who was in emergency stasis in the other room.

"We didn't leave him behind. He chose to stay behind so we could escape," Markus retorted. "Look, Nines, I don't know what preconceptions you have of me, but I want to make one thing abundantly clear. I care about Connor, too."

"You left him to face dozen of armed guards alone."

"I didn't ask Connor to stay behind. Connor asked me to trust him to take care of it. So I did. I trust Connor's judgement. He's done the impossible on multiple occasions every since the day he deviated those androids at Cyberlife Tower. So if he insists, I will trust his decision. I wouldn't have left him alone otherwise."

Nines stilled as he processed what Markus was saying. He had assumed that Markus had placed more value in his life over Connor's. But it seems that wasn't the case. His and Markus' perception of Connor just differed.

To Markus and the other Jericho leaders, Connor was Cyberlife's (formerly) newest and most advanced android. He was the unkillable deviant hunter. The deviant that always accomplished his mission. They didn't see Connor the way Nines did.

Connor was all of those things: capable and efficient. But he was also reckless to a fault. Willing to sacrifice himself over and over for the sake of the mission. Overly confident in his abilities. Always assuming he can beat the statistical odds and succeed even if there is a 99% chance of failure.

The problem wasn't that they didn't care about Connor. The problem was they trusted him too much.

sorry just had to get this lil brain worm out of my head. i have rk1700 on the mind and thinking about nines just being overly protective of connor. i headcanon that the jericrew's perception of connor is that he's ultra capable so he doesn't need protecting. i mean he literally infiltrated cyberlife alone and succeeded. ofc they assume if he says he can do something that he'll do it. meanwhile, nines knows connor's limitations and his recklessness. nines considers the rk800 line much more fragile when compared to the rk900 so he takes it upon himself to protect connor himself since the jericrew thinks he doesn't needs it and connor sure as hell isn't gonna ask for it. anyway, hope you liked my rambling.

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My story for day 1 of the @rk1k-prompt-week Prompt: Failed Revolution!

Connor didn't come back.

Markus wishes he could look into those soft brown eyes again. Eyes which are now finally open to the world and to life. Full of strength and determination. And in which he had seen so much fear, confusion and guilt. There, on the ship, when Connor decided to tear down the walls that locked him inside.

It's strange. Of all his friends and companions, it's Connor, the former deviant hunter, he can't help but think of now, in his final minutes.

Major Character Death || RK1K || Hurt/Comfort || Failed Android Revolution ||

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