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rk1k-week · 5 years ago
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you make my dream
the one i won’t wake up from for a while
and i always get delightеd when i’m there
so i hold warm hands of yours
talk for all night long
so timе can wait for us for little longer
@rk1k-week day 5 : early mornings | late nights
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rk1k-week · 5 years ago
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For @rk1k-week prompt 5,  Early Mornings | Late Nights
Connor likes to stay in bed late on the days he doesn’t have to work. Markus, however, is up early any day of the week. He tries to entice Connor into going out for a run with him. No joy.
He takes Connor coffee in bed. When that doesn’t work, he sends their puppy, Peanut, to try and rouse him. When *that* doesn’t work - (because Peanut loves to snuggle with Connor almost as much as Markus does) - Markus tends to give in and head back to bed, himself.
(Connor definitely doesn’t do it on purpose.)
Also, sidenote, I got my first ko-fi today! ❤️❤️ Thank you for the kind donation! 
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rk1k-week · 5 years ago
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For @rk1k-week prompt #7  Catch-Up | Free Day
Listening to a friend’s Autumn Playlist and decided to make something cute and Autumn-inspired with bonus lyrics from the song I was hearing at the time.
Connor loves to borrow Markus’ sweaters when the weather starts to get a little chilly. It might even be why the last few months of the year are his favourite. (Markus absolutely doesn’t mind, in fact if they happen to go away anywhere, he always takes more clothes than Connor does.)
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rk1k-week · 5 years ago
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For @rk1k-week, prompt #2!  [Junk-yard | Jericho]
A week late, but my brain’s finally co-operating with me again, so better late than never. (I’m going to try and complete the others as well as catch up on a couple of requests, fingers crossed.)
An AU idea where Markus finds an ex-Connor in the Junkyard and decides to save him rather than salvage from him. 
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rk1k-week · 5 years ago
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It’s a free day for @rk1k-week​ day 7. Here’s a sunflower.
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rk1k-week · 5 years ago
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Connor and Markus are on vacation when they first meet
Connor's workaholic ass kept trying to weasel out of going on vacation up to the last moment until his dad, Hank Anderson, literally hugged him roughly in their shared beat up the car and then pushed him unceremoniously out the door at the airport, then sped off leaving him two options: Uber home or take the damned plane and go on vacation proper. Connor shook his head; the precinct could wait a week without him.
Carl had a limo come and get Markus and ferry him to the airport. Markus hated it. It showed he was a child of money and he was always so nervous about leaving his Dad's side. He never knew if it would be the last time. He had two choices: worry himself till he was prematurely gray and call the limo back it goes on this week vacation. Begrudgingly and guiltily, he enters the airport.
Connor's a nervous mess and it shows at the bag check out. He wishes the floor would swallow him whole. There are too many people. Then the lady is telling him he's in the wrong line, this is a first-class ticket and Connor is both mad and flattered that his father splurged this much for him. He nervously moves his bags out the way to the blessedly clear first-class line.
Well, that's not quite true. There is this beautiful man dressed in a brand of a suit he could never afford in a year's worth of income, in line, getting checked in.
Connor feels like an obvious bum behind this airport God, with his bronze skin and-oh! Two-toned eyes, one blue and the other green...and crap he's staring.
Connor mumbles a 'hello' in passing as the airport God continues to stare at afterward, probably thinks he's weird.
Check out isn't a problem.
Markus has been flying since he was one year old, and first-class, too. What he didn't expect to see was this adorable wallflower staring at him absolutely terrified and a hairsbreadth from being spooked by him. Oh my goodness, he was so adorable! Soft looking curls, large brown eyes framed in large framed glasses, pale mole, freckled skin that was actively blushing. Even his graphic tee, skinny jeans, and DG shoes we're just somehow him, Markus knew. Markus walked past with a greeting...and right into some rope off markers because he was so enamored with the other man. Too bad they aren't going to the same place, that could have been markus time to get to know him.
They are row mates and the flight is surprisingly pretty much just them.
Markus is not the most religious but prays to all entities for this happenstance.
Connor has problems breathing with the man being right there in his visual range. The dude is way out of his league, probably straight as a board, and Connor's gay heart can not deal. He fucking smells good from across the row from him. Bitch.
"Hi, I'm Markus. What is your name?"
Connor flinched like he was slapped and with the added confusion as his eyes landed on where the voice came from.
Markus would have laughed if he wasn't certain that the other would probably ride the rest of the flight in the bathroom just to live down the unwarranted embarrassment.
The man, Markus, is all smiles and beautiful eyes, and Connor is melting in confusion inside. This man is talking to him?
"I'm Connor. Are you talking to me, not a phone, or?"
Markus smile dims a little. So this Connor had self-esteem issues, felt a like person like him could not be talked to by a person like him.
"Yeah, I'm talking to you directly. There are no other beautiful people taking my attention like you are."
Connor blushed even harder and tried to will his heart to not fall out of his mouth. Here this absolutely fetching male was talking to him and he was ready to put his earbuds in for the duration of the trip like a normal person would when being flirted with.
Markus knew what he was doing.
Looking both ways down the aisle, he got up with his carry on and sat by Connor.
Connor freaked out for multiple reasons: what about assigned seating? This man was too hot, and Connor was very Gay.
Markus could see the panic attack welling up in Connor.
Markus started to talk to him about himself. He spoke of how this was a 'forced vacation'/from his Dad, a point Connor could relate to. He started to relax, take in the man's calming voice.
Connor found his voice and started talking back about his own experience. It was an enjoyable experience with a perfect stranger that just happened to look like Connor's future husband.
It never crossed their minds they were on a joint flight to Hawaii even when whey they finally disembarked hours later, it still didn't click.
Connor slept on his first day.
When he did wake, he enjoyed the scenery of the beach from his verandah. He thought about Markus and the fact that maybe he could have drawn the scene before him.
He decided to hit the beach. He'd bought some ridiculously small board booty shorts, painted his nails a lovely iridescent navy blue, and parked himself under a large canopy on his doggie pattern beach towel. He was pretty and he was going to pay that aspect up.
There was a 'thud' and slight groan as someone tripped and more or less stop, dropped, and fell under his canopy with him.
It had him scrambling up, fist ready to fight. He was no pushover no matter how he may look to others. He looked down and couldn't help but snort inelegantly. Markus lay frozen in place, borderline terrified Markus, eyes wide and shifting all over Connor's figure before landing on those tiny shorts.
Markus can't help but want to stay by Connor's side, and it looks like Connor is just as receptive to that, if his eyes glued on Markus muscles have any say in it.
Baring just the good looks and obvious attraction between them, the conversation is good as well. They find they have a lot in common as well.
They decide after a fun day at the beach to sort of unanimously to enjoy the trip as whatever this would evolve into. They now were certain they both resided in Detroit, Markus a curator for his father's works and some of his own as well.
Connor was an up and coming detective that partnered with his father, Lieutenant Thank Anderson. Markus knew of his dad from a large art heist that he'd busted when he was younger and had nothing but respect for the man. Likewise, Connor enjoyed Carl Manfred's artwork from the time he could understand art concepts.
Nightlife came and the pair went out and enjoyed the energy of the clubs. Connor would not have come if not for Markus, and Markus doubted that he would have either alone given his homebody nature. They both fed each other positively in that regard, sharing drinks and laughs and dancing late into the morning hours.
At some point, they had decided to call it a night in their tipsy way of handling, Markus arm around Connor's shoulder as giggled themselves, shuffling back to the hotel that they found they also shared.
Somewhere along the trip up to their respective rooms, Connor became very brave indeed, pulling Markus slightly flushed face to his and kiss him soundly. Markus looks at him with wide, expressive eyes, the vestiges of drunkenness slipping away for confirmation of what this can mean, what it will mean if he steps a foot into Connor's room with him.
Connor murmurs his assent to whatever the night will hold and Markus kisses Connor back with more passion this time around, finagling the room key from Connor's hand and fumbling to open it, too stubborn to fly stop peppering kisses on Connor and look at the lock mechanism to which Connor just can't contain his giggles. The four finally swings open and Connor is lifted up and onto the room, the door closing slowly behind them letting his giggles echo into the hall until the slip into pleased little groans by the time the door is completely shut.
A week goes by and two fathers await their son's return. Somehow Hank is pleased with this little turn of events. He wanted Connor to enjoy himself, to truly unwind. If 'unwind' meant to bring a boyfriend home, well, as long as he was safe, Hank was proud of his boy. He seemed to have a good eye when he saw the other slightly nervous young man named Markus holding his son's hand.
Carl was the same sort of supportive. He even was having a good day health-wise so he really got to get to know (pick on and tell embarrassing stories to) Connor. Markus rolled his eyes and sighed good-natured.
To think neither we're interested in going on their vacation for their own reasons. They may have gone their whole lives and never met.
Here's to all the perfect strangers in the world that could be soul mates waiting to happen.
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rk1k-week · 5 years ago
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RK1K week prompt 7
Catch up/free day
Connor could feel his hope drain further and further down with each passing second as he stares out of the window. Endless rain pours from the sky, throwing the world in a dark and grim mood, defiantly not suitable for going outside.  
Strong arms wrap around Connor’s waist as a chin lands on his shoulder. “I don’t think it’s gonna clear up.” Markus sighs.
“You don’t know that,” Connor says. “Just give it a few more minutes.”
Markus hums, his voice vibrating into Connor’s shoulder. “You said that thirty minutes ago. I checked the weather forecast, it’s going to keep raining the whole day.”
Connor groans in frustration, the disappointment he’s been suppressing now flooding through his body, making him pout. One day, that’s all they had. One day without any work, no phone calls or meetings or emergencies, just a free day.
They had planned to go to the woods, an idea that Hank of all people proposed to him. Connor had prepared it all, he even bought those special thirium foods that are starting to grow popular. It would just be a day with him and Markus, away from everything for a while.
But out of all things, Connor forgot the weather, the stupid weather that is laughing in his face as the sky cries. He just wanted things to work in his favor for once.
“We only have today,” He whines. “I wanted to take you to that lake, and show you the forest.”
Continua a leggere
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rk1k-week · 5 years ago
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“Marriage” for @rk1k-week day 6
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rk1k-week · 5 years ago
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@rk1k-week My submission for day 7: Free day! An RK1K modified/alternate history/something demigod AU. ((Incredibly historically inaccurate and I sincerely apologize to anyone who’s read a history textbook before reading this LMAO))
Title: ON THE OFFERING OF RAM’S WOOL AS LIBATION IN THE HELLENISMOS
Major Relationships: Connor/Markus, Amanda & Connor
Major Tags: Demigod AU, Fantasy AU, Pre-relationship, Hidden Identity
Word Count: ~3k
Summary: In a realm where the Greek Gods are real and don’t suck, Connor is the long-lost son of Poseidon, held captive by Amanda Stern, a philosopher, who has been raised to believe that he’s the son of two half-sea-monsters whose only saving grace is his “kind human heart”. Markus, a well-travelled war hero with fulfilled prophecies to his name, alongside his companion, North the Dawnhearted, are hired by the Revered Amanda to help escort her and her ward to a city she has business in, a path that necessitates several days’ travel by the seaside. After receiving strange, prophetic dreams during the journey along a coast tossed stormy and violent by a displeased Poseidon, Markus is beginning to doubt Amanda’s claims of Connor’s heritage; there must be something more going on with the frothy-haired stranger than Amanda is letting on…
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rk1k-week · 5 years ago
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i don’t care if heaven won’t take me back
i’ll throw away my faith, babe
just to keep you safe
don’t you know you’re everything i have
and i wanna live not just survive tonight
@rk1k-week​ day 4 : bad ending | good ending
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rk1k-week · 5 years ago
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“Early Mornings” for @rk1k-week day 5
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rk1k-week · 5 years ago
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RK1K week prompt 5
Late nights/early mornings
It’s way too late for this.
Markus sighs as he finally shuts down his computer. He isn’t finished, not by a long shot. He had thought that two years after androids won their freedom the workload would lessen some, but if anything, Markus is busier than ever.
The emails will still be there tomorrow, however, and after three days of zero to no sleep he just has to stop. Even androids have their limits.  
He leans back in his chair, stretching his arms as he does so and tiredly checks the time.
2:12 AM.
Continua a leggere
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“Good Ending” for @rk1k-week day 4
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rk1k-week · 5 years ago
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RK1K week prompt 4
Good ending/bad ending
They’re so close.
Gunfire sounds around Markus, both enemy and friendly, making sparks of light reflect off the snow that’s falling around him and his people. He fires his last bullet, successfully killing another human.
They did this.
Continua a leggere
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“Nightmare” for @rk1k-week day 3. A sort of follow up to day 2.
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rk1k-week · 5 years ago
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these wings sprouted from my pain
but these wings are going towards the light
even if it’s tiring and painful, i will fly if i can
will you hold my hand
so that i won’t be afraid anymore?
@rk1k-week day 3 : nightmares | daydreams
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“Nightmare” for @rk1k-week day 3. A sort of follow up to day 2.
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