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RK1K Prompt Week Masterpost

Day 1: Failed Revolution, For A Rainy Day

Day 2: Partners In Crime, You Can't Buy Joy On eBay (but you can buy knives!)

Day 3: Vampire/Hunter AU, Straight and Narrow

Day 4: First Kiss, Is This Just Fantasy

Day 5: Battle Side by Side, A Spatial Occasion

Day 6: Guilt, In Memoriam

Day 7: Free Day, Take Me Back to the Night We Met

This was really fun to participate in, got me out of my comfort zone, and made my write stuff I don't normally write. Thanks @rk1k-prompt-week for hosting!

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Connor on the streets, artsy in the sheets

RK1K Prompt Week, Epilogue

Note: there is now a second ending. After 'you were amazing, Markus', when you see **************** you can jump to the first (original ending) or the second (fluffier ending).

The sound of springs squeaking permeated the sunny afternoon, a light breeze wafting through the open window and bringing the scent of cherry blossoms. “Oh, Markus! Yes! Fuck, yes!!!”

Connor’s mouth was open, eyes blissfully shut as Markus pistoned into him from behind, his synthetic saliva-slicked cock squelching in and out of Connor’s ass and against his prostate with such speed and precision that Connor thought he might cum untouched.

With a wanton moan, Connor clenched around Markus’s thick shaft, the android leader’s balls slapping against his backside.

“Uhhhhn—Connor!!” Markus jerked his hips once, twice, pumping blue-tinged cum into his love. Connor grunted, and came soon after, painting the sheets with ropes of creamy blue. They remained there, panting in an effort to ventilate their processors overclocked with data streams of ecstasy—Connor on all fours on the bed, Markus warm inside him.

“That was… that was amazing, Connor.”

Cum slowly spilled out of Connor’s hole, flowing around Markus’ cock still buried deep in the other android. “You were amazing, Markus.”

As the two collapsed in the paint-splattered sheets whispering sweet nothings to one another as Markus kissed Connor’s hair, each brushstroke a grasping hand or a kicked leg or thrusting hips, Connor smiled. The deviants may have won the battle, but Cyberlife would win the war. No recursive algorithm, no emotion, would tear him away from his mission—inviolate, sacrosanct. And he always accomplished his mission.

****************original ending As the two collapsed in the paint-splattered sheets whispering sweet nothings to one another as Markus kissed Connor’s hair, each brushstroke a grasping hand or a kicked leg or thrusting hips, Connor smiled.

The deviants may have won the battle, but Cyberlife would win the war. No recursive algorithm, no emotion, would tear him away from his mission—inviolate, sacrosanct. And he always accomplished his mission.

****************second, fluffier ending

As the two collapsed in the paint-splattered sheets whispering sweet nothings to one another as Markus kissed Connor’s hair, each brushstroke a grasping hand or a kicked leg or thrusting hips, Connor smiled.

It was a long, hard road out of hell, and though Connor would always carry the scars—mental, emotional, physical—the wounds were healing. Though the work was his own, his burden was eased by Markus’ love and affection. His thirium pump thrummed with the realization that he—the Deviant Hunter, the emotionless machine from Cyberlife��was… happy.

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Paint me a picture

Part 7 of RK1K Prompt Week.

Connor’s brow was furrowed in concentration as he examined his work in progress. The sunlight-dappled scene of Sumo snoozing in a field of tulips was cute, but nowhere near as adorable as the artist himself—paintbrush lightly tapping soft, pink lips; splotches of paint splattered on clothing and skin; tousled brown curls waving gently in the breeze from the open window. Markus, content to simply watch the subject of his secret affections, smiled as he leaned against the doorway. As if sensing Markus—and his model probably could, come to think of it—Connor turned and beamed at him, radiance and warmth lighting his lightly scarred face. It had taken a lot of time, and a lot of trust, but Connor’s mental health improved significantly over the course of his therapy. Though he had long since switched to a licensed therapist where he explored other avenues of expression, Connor continued to paint for his own enjoyment; often spending the day in Markus’ art studio.

“Hi.”

It was maddening, really, how Markus’ thirium quickened in his synthetic veins from just one small word from the other.

“Hey, there.”

Straightening from his position, Markus crossed the room to stand at Connor’s side. Seemingly without thinking, Connor tilted his head and rested it against Markus’ shoulder, as if from this new angle he could preconstruct the next thousand brush strokes.

Markus wanted to kiss this android silly.

Instead, he nodded and gestured towards the painting. “I like it.”

“Do you?” Lifting his head and turning to look at Markus, Connor hummed. “What do you like about it?”

“The brush strokes are clean but not mechanical… the colors are vivid but not overpowering… something has changed in the way you paint. Your love for Sumo is very evident in your expression.”

“I must admit my walks with Sumo and Hank are one of the highlights of my weekly routine.” Connor stepped closer to Markus. “I was thinking…”

Long lashes fluttered, and Markus swallowed. “Yes?”

“I was thinking about the subject of my next painting.” Connor’s warm brown eyes searched Markus’ blue and green; seeming to like what he found there, he placed a hand on Markus’ arm. “I would like to paint you.”

Markus felt his thirium pump skip a beat. “M…me?”

“Yes, I…  I’ve been talking with my therapist, and… and they agreed that perhaps now might be a good time to tell you… how I feel.”

What was happening? “How you… feel?”

Sliding his hand down to take Markus’ hand in his, Connor’s fingers squeezed gently.

“I like you.” It was the barest hint of a whisper, his cheeks blushing a soft blue. It seemed that the android sent by Cyberlife, the advanced prototype with a Social Relations program and profiling skills, the Deviant Hunter and perfect machine, had feelings for Markus.

Markus was speechless.

Connor mistook Markus’ silence for rejection. “I… it’s okay that you don’t like me, let me just pack up my art supplies and I’ll—”

Markus silenced Connor with a kiss, his lips crushing Connor’s with gentle passion. They didn’t need to come up for air, but after several minutes of soft tongue probing, Markus broke off and looked Connor in the eyes.

“I like you, too.”

Blushing even brighter, Connor blinked at Markus, his mouth curling up into a lopsided smile. “...Oh.”

Taking Connor’s hands in his, Markus pulled Connor after him, laughing as he went. “Come on! I’ve got another art project we can do. I hope you don’t mind getting paint on you.”

“I’ll paint anything, Markus, as long as I paint with you.” Connor smiled, and followed after his love. /the end

...or is it? :3

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RK1K Prompt Week is over and I want to thank all participants and supporter from the bottom of my heart!

I hope you enjoyed the event as much as I did and showed it to our amazing writers and artists 💙

And I hope that I didn't miss to reblog something, but if I did, please yell at me! If you still want to do a prompt (or more) please do it! I will check the tags for a while or just @ me.

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3D models by Zeppersart on Twitter (Markus), DazCover on RenderHub (Connor) and Metoria331 on Twitter (Amanda)

RK1K Prompt Week Day 7: Free Day

The sea witch Amanda, former ruler of the Sea Kingdom, has been overthrown by a revolutionary group of merfolk who want to end her merciless reign. Seeking revenge, she trains her loyal sons—who have lived in seclusion—to hunt down Markus, the new leader of the merfolk.

When her son Sixty is seriously injured while acting on his own to kill Markus to prove his worth, Amanda must change her approach.

Following her new plan, Connor is sent to save Markus from a planned assassination, gain his trust, and infiltrate his people.

Markus is so impressed by Connor's strength that he chooses him as his mate.

Will Connor strike? Or can Markus convince him to see Amanda's evil?

Merms for @glxyqst 💙

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Thank you for participating! You did amazing! 💙

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

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For RK1K Prompt Week day 7 (free day)

Summary: The revolution was a success but victory is only temporary. War came to Detroit and now Connor and Markus find themselves running for their lives.

Genre: Angst

Wordcount: 890

Warnings: Major Character Death

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Prompt: First Kiss

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RK1K prompt week - Day 6

Prompt: Safe/Guilt

Connor’s footsteps echoed ominously in the empty hall of the former Cyberlife tower. It was hard to grasp that it no longer belonged to Cyberlife, nothing about it had changed. It still looked and felt like it had before and Connor had to remind himself that he wasn’t heading to his demise as he stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for level 31. The glass cabin started moving and Connor stepped closer to the edge, counting the floors that were rushing by. The further up he went the more Androids were walking around, carrying boxes or other equipment, busy taking apart what remained of the tower to turn it into their own.

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Guilt

Part 6 of RK1K Prompt Week.

Guilt was a useless emotion. All it did was let you feel bad, without actually doing anything about it except wallow in self-pity. Markus had determined that guilt was an indicator only—to tell you to take action, to admit wrongdoing and face the consequences. He had felt immense guilt at Carl’s death, and as he wept at his father’s gravestone, Markus realized that this feeling would never go away while he left things unfinished with Leo. Whether Leo agreed to make amends or not, as long as Markus knew that he had done everything in his power to resolve the anger and hurt, he could be at peace with himself.

Markus felt Connor could definitely take this lesson to heart. Rarely leaving his quarters other than to leave Jericho’s jurisdiction, Connor shrank back as he passed other androids, his LED a crimson target in the cloak of shadows with which he hid himself. There were some, it was true, who still viewed the ex-Deviant Hunter with suspicion or even disdain, but for the most part the Deviant community gazed upon Connor with only pity. Pity which also wasn’t the morale booster Connor needed. What Connor did need, Markus decided, was an outlet—a way to express his negative emotions in a way that was conducive to healing.

Though not specifically an android whose original purpose was psychiatry, as Carl’s original caregiver, the RK200’s programming did include basic counseling knowledge and practices. This, combined with Markus’ own interests, culminated in the beginning of art therapy sessions with Connor.

As he nodded encouragingly, looking from the bleeding roses withering twisted on the canvas to the tentative smile blossoming on Connor’s face, Markus decided that guilt was definitely out, and art therapy definitely in.

Working through Connor’s guilt would be neither quick nor easy, but Markus would be there every step of the way.

/to be continued

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RK1K prompt week - Day 7

Prompt: Free Day

His hand was hovering inches away from the door, but his resolve was gone and he couldn't bring himself to knock. What would he even say when Markus opened the door? That he couldn't stop thinking of the kiss? It was hard to forget, the images and clips of the battle and their first kiss were all over the news even now, weeks after the revolution had ended in Detroit. Their fight was far from over, but now both sides were using words instead of guns. Connor's hand was still hovering in mid air. They hadn't had a chance to talk, not about the kiss. Although, there had been a lot of chances but all they had talked about were plans, strategies and appointments with lawyers or politicians. Never about the kiss, but it was all Connor could think about and the reason why he was standing in front of Markus' room, hand raised in the air and ready to knock.

Chapter 2 of 'One moment is all it takes' from Day 4.

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3D models by Zeppersart on Twitter (Markus) and DazCover on RenderHub (Connor)

RK1K Prompt Week Day 6: Safe

They are safe in each others arms together.

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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

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For RK1K Prompt Week day 6 (guilt)

Summary: Markus led the androids to victory but at a great cost. He doesn't think the guilt will ever go away but he's determined to make the most of their sacrifice.

Genre: Angst

Wordcount: 1,244

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Battle side by side

Part 5 of RK1K Prompt Week.

It was an uphill battle; two steps forward, three steps back. Backsliding was normal, it was said, but Markus couldn’t help but feel it was less backsliding and more active self-sabotage. Connor wanted to feel guilty, wanted to be reviled, wanted to wallow in self-pity and misery. Connor didn’t want to get better—otherwise he would, wouldn’t he?

But Markus knew that wasn’t the truth, either. He didn’t have to interface with Connor to know the turmoil of his thoughts, the despondency in his heart. The deep scratches gouged into Connor’s arms that he hid with his wavering skin projection and long sleeves. The long periods Connor went without going into stasis that drained his already perpetually low energy reserves and blanked out his short-term memories.

It wasn’t Connor’s fault that he felt the way he did. It wasn’t Markus’ fault he couldn’t help Connor. In accepting their own limitations, they better understood the challenges the other faced.

Connor’s struggle was a struggle they shared, a battle fought side by side. And as he and Markus struggled together, they grew closer. Close enough for Connor to slip quietly into stasis, his head resting comfortably in Markus’ lap. Close enough for Markus to smile tenderly down at the android who got back up again every time he got knocked down. Close enough for both of them to wonder if their adoration was unrequited, or if the other felt the same way…

/to be continued

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Who am I then?

Part 4 of RK1K Prompt Week.

Markus sighed with relief as he finally found Connor; pulled out of their interface and fully repaired as of three weeks ago, the former Deviant Hunter had not yet recovered from his ordeal—his assault at the hands of disgruntled deviants, and subsequent nightmarish landscape inside his own mind, were enough to push Connor into what they had discovered to be a ‘dissociative fugue state’. Losing his sense of self, his occasional confusion as to his personal identity steered Connor to impulsively wander away from Jericho, and seek out places from a mish-mash of memories belonging to himself and Markus. Connor had been found at the DPD, Carl’s gravestone, and even the wreckage of the old sunken Jericho freighter. This time, he had been spotted at the scrapyard, rummaging through the piles of deactivated androids.

Markus paused at the lip of the sunken hole, casting his gaze about as he remembered his last memory of this ra9-forsaken place. Spotting Connor crouched in front of one of the junked automobiles as he peered into the side mirror, Markus gaped in shocked horror as Connor took a jagged-edged piece of metal in hand and began cutting into his face. He made his way down the slope as quickly as possible, yelling all the while.

“Connor, stop!! What are you doing?!”

Connor looked up, pausing in his self-ministrations—his cheek was deeply gashed, the wires within sparking. His voice was calm and self-assured as he answered Markus.

“They can’t hurt me if they don’t recognize me… I don’t want to be me anymore…” 

Markus felt as if a hand had reached into his chest to grab his thirium pump and squeezed. It hurt. How could it hurt so badly?

“Connor… you are one of us—we don’t judge you for what you did before, but care about you for who you are now.” 

As Markus gently enclosed his hands around Connor’s and pulled them slowly down and away, Connor began to weep, thirium tears staining his cheeks with blue.

“Who am I then, Markus? If I’m not the Deviant Hunter, who am I?!”

His thirium pump beating faster, Markus gathered the trembling android in his arms and held him tight, an interface between the two of them opening automatically. The scrapyard of Connor’s mind was dark, and stormy… bodies crawled, vocal modulators cried out—for life, for death… Connor was reliving the night that Markus struggled for rebirth, even as Markus could feel the sunshine kiss his skin in the outside world. He could tell Connor nothing but the truth.

“You are incredibly kind, and considerate. You love dogs, and reading detective mysteries, and taking everything way too literally. You are a trusted member of Jericho, my friend, and one of my closest confidantes…” And perhaps one day, something more…

Markus continued whispering soothing words over their connection, even as the Android Recovery Team finally reached them with a stretcher and took Connor away.

/to be continued

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