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[rk1klibrary]

I rec “e nei campi di ulivi, non lasciarmi andare” It’s only got one chapter currently, but it’s a human! AU fic that takes place in Italy in the 1970s.

e nei campi di ulivi, non lasciarmi andare by Fuil_agus_deora

1978. Italy.

Drenched in sunlight and cooled by the sea breeze.

Connor Anderson has arrived in the country from Detroit, eager to get away from home for a short while. He encounters Markus Manfred, an art student doing a summer internship at a local university. As they get along more and more, something blossoms.

If only fig trees and stone walls could talk.

[rk1klibrary]

I rec "finding ourselves" it's a human au fic where Connor is bullied and North is his foster sister

Finding Ourselves

Finding a family was something neither Connor or North thought would ever happen, yet here they are living with the grumpy Lieutenant who saved them all those years ago. As they are on the road to finishing high school, they must find out who they really are and what they want to be, as well as what's more important in life.

[rk1klibrary]

Strings by Manuscriptor

Rating: General

Status: Complete

Warnings: None

Slightly after the android revolution, before android rights had spread across the nation, Connor is taken by Cyberlife and successfully wiped of his deviency. He somehow gets abandoned in the desert, unaware of who he is, where he is, or why there's a small push in the back of his mind telling him that he needs to be somewhere else.

With someone else.

Commentary:

I really enjoyed this one!! I love the added characters, they are so nice, i personally really enjoy getting to read Connor interacting like them and getting to know them better! I also enioy the whole strings thing going on, i already like soulmate like aus but this was a nice take that also made it not seem so obvious <3

[panevanbuckley]

Fluff prompt: #5 for reed900 & #7 for RK1K?

Ooh damn I did #5 for reed900 here already (but someone else also asked so I might do another soon). Tysm for the prompt! I hope you like it 💕

☆♡☆

“You are very endearing when you’re half-asleep” Markus hummed, lips pressing to the calm blue of Connor’s LED, fingers caressing his jaw as he draws his boyfriend closer.

“’m not cute,” Connor giggled, twisting his face into the crook of Markus’ neck and leaving a tender kiss on his skin. “I’m a lean, mean, killin’ machine!”

Markus chuckles, snaking an arm around his boyfriend’s waist to keep them balanced. Manouvering them both to their bedroom wasn’t a difficult task; caretaking programmes installed for these very purposes. Well, perhaps not for helping his exhausted boyfriend to bed but it’s close enough.

“Sure you are, babe.” playing along with Connor’s non-sensical spurt of sentences, he nudges the bedroom door open with his foot and urges the other android in. “But even ‘lean, mean, killing machines’ need to rest.

Connor lets out an unimpressed groan, but as Markus lowers him onto the bed and pulls his shoes off he settles down - leaning his head on Markus’ shoulder and closing his eyes. "I suppose a little nap won’t hurt.” he slurred, and Markus smiled.

“C'mon, lay down. I’ll wake you if you’re needed, but right now you have to recharge.”

Connor mumbled something that sounded vaguely agreeing and nestled himself under the covers, his head buried into the mountain of feathery pillows they owned. Markus smiled, teasing fingers through soft curls as he watches the LED on Connor’s temple flicker yellow and blue - slipping slowly into a much needed stasis. And perhaps he stayed to watch his gorgeous boyfriend sleep for longer than neccesary, rather than finishing the speech he had to write for tomorrow, but nobody needed to know.

[jui-imouto-chan]

Sneak Peek into my Reverse AU (RK1K)

Markus smiles down at Carl, wheeling him beside the table before seating himself. Carl smiles at him, placidly watching him take a few bites before he turns on the TV. Markus’ glabella scrunches as he takes in the news, more coverage on the situation in the Arctic with Russia.

He sighs, sitting back in his chair with a petulant chomp of his bacon. “TV off.”

Carl tilts his head at him, blue eyes curious. “Markus?”

“I’m alright. Thank you for worrying, Carl.” Markus pauses and takes a sip of his coffee, “How about you find something to occupy yourself until I finish?”

He earns a nod and then Carl is wheeling himself across the room to the door beside the giraffe, moving into the studio and grabbing at a canvas before it can even slide shut. Markus smiles softly at the sight, even if the sight of Carl being unable to walk to his favorite activity makes him feel a pang of distant sadness.

“The damage was excessive, you might just have to get a replacement. I’ll give it to you free of charge, good friend, but even if we transfer his memory, he won’t be the same Carl that you know.”

“It’s fine,” Markus assured her.

“Then we’ll prepare–”

“No, I mean that that’s not necessary. We’ll be going now.”

Carl stared up with a certain twinkle in his eyes, and when they arrived home, all he managed was a, “Thank you,” to which Markus smiled, ever enigmatic, and told him that he was only sorry that he couldn’t be fixed.

Markus grabs for the remote on the table, turning the TV on and lowering the volume immediately. He changes the channel and rests his chin on his fist, melting into the table with a large, silly grin on his face.

“Lieutenant Connor Stern has just solved yet another case! Revealing a man who’d advertise himself as a loving father to be an abusive alcoholic, the victims of the abuse come forward to thank Stern personally.”

The scene cuts to a brunet little girl sat beside a woman with short blonde hair, both of whom brighten up upon a distracted-looking, mildly disheveled brunet male entering the room. He smiles at them gently, but his features contort in surprise and then sheepishness as the two females envelop him into hugs, smiling gratefully into his coat.

The newscasters voice-over the scene, cooing and gushing over the bashful grin the Lieutenant has. He notices the cameramen filming them and flushes beautifully, and Markus barely represses the urge to slam his fist into the table as an expression of his overwhelmingly swollen heart. 

“Fanboying again?” Carl asks, suddenly right beside Markus, to which the dark man can’t completely quiet his shout of surprise, nearly toppling out of his chair.

Markus sputters before managing to shout indignantly, “N-No! I was just watching the news and he so happened to show up! That’s it!”

Carl smiles, amused. Markus blows him a petulant raspberry, crossing his arms while looking away. The TV draws his attention once more, as now it shows the Lieutenant, on his own, rubbing his neck and looking to the side.

“I just wanted to help them, the fame be damned. If I couldn’t find a steadfast legal method for saving them, I’d find a loophole or do it someway else,” he says, even as someone in the background attempts to reprimand him.

Markus unwittingly releases a dreamy sigh, upon which Carl belts out chuckles that stain Markus’ cheeks dark red.

“I didn’t take you to be someone who appreciates art,” he says, hinting at an inquiry.

Connor sputters, pink dusting his cheekbones. “I’m not—I mean, I just—it’s—I do! I like…! I like art…” he finishes lamely, deflating. Hank casts him an amused look, his LED cycling yellow as he likely documents that information.

“Quite a reaction to such a simple question. What aren’t you telling me, Lieutenant?”

“I didn’t climb my way up the chain just for my title to be used so mockingly,” Connor mumbles, but Hank doesn’t take the bait.

“You can’t change the subject so easily with me, kid. What has you so intrigued by this piece? Its uniqueness in comparison to the other images in this gallery is relatively low, so it should not garner such attention.” Hank continues his analysis of Connor, heedless of the redness crawling up to his ears, “You paused at a similar work on your terminal at the department, made by the same–“ A smile creeps up Hank’s face as he comes to a realization, his LED shifting to blue, to Connor’s dawning horror, “Do you, perhaps, have an interest in this particular artist?”

Connor’s face burns. “N-No, it’s just a coincidence, that’s all! Je— This artist’s art just happened to come up that day, and the name just… seemed… familiar.”

“Lieutenant, they don’t have the names displayed right now.”

Connor’s expression is that of defeat, his shoulders slumping and smile dead. “...Ah. So it seems.” 

The HK800 refrains from laughing, his social programming dictating that he act as human as possible to maintain a friendly relationship with Connor, though Fowler’s disapproval from within the Zen Garden is inexplicably calling for him not to. His sly grin is still enough to garner a sigh.

“Damn android,” Connor mutters, burrowing into the collar of his coat with a petulant pout.

“This thing is not our dad, okay? Mark, look at it! You’re wheeling it around when it’s supposed to serve you! What good is it to you, huh? Did you replace your brain with your fancy paints? Or maybe plastic, like this fucker– “

“That’s enough, Leo,” Markus breathes, trying to keep himself from lashing out. He steps in front of Carl, who stares up with forlorn azure orbs and an LED of faint yellow. “That’s enough.”

Leo seems to look for something, in his eyes, in the room, in the sad-eyed android in the wheelchair behind him, the one who’d been introduced as a servant and became akin to their—more Markus’ than Leo’s—father-figure.

Markus’ heterochromatic gaze yields nothing to him, and he flounders for a moment, stumbling over his words and over himself as he makes to storm off, “You–I-It can’t replace dad. Your little toy there, it can’t play house with you forever. It can’t love you the way dad did, and you’re just going to ignore your only family left for it because youthink you care about it. But you never cared, Markus, not about it  , not about him  , and not about me .”

Markus feels a lump in his throat. Carl places a hand on his shoulder consolingly, and the two of them watch in subdued silence as Leo repeats himself quietly and leaves the studio.

“Wakey, wakey, Lieutenant.”

Smack!

“Ah, shit, what the hell, Hank?” Connor whines, rubbing his cheek with bleary eyes, hissing as the stinging mark isn’t cooled by his palm.

Hank appears neutral, but Connor knows that behind the blank expression, he’s cackling at Connor’s expense. Or, rather, he has a feeling that that’s the case. He can’t see any other reason ‘the android sent by Cyberlife‘ would be such a pain in the ass.

“I need you for a case, so I had to wake you.” Hank’s eyes shift to the bottle of pills Connor tries to conceal behind his back, “In regards to your sleep, Lieutenant, why’d you consume a few too many doses of melatonin and then proceed to sleep on the kitchen floor?”

Connor laughs weakly, “I have trouble sleeping.”

Hank sends him a pointed look, glancing at the bottle for barely a moment and then, for just a fraction of a second, flicks his eyes over to the picture frame face-down on Connor’s counter, beside the cabinet where he keeps his medicine. “These are rather strong pills, Connor.”

“And my body has a strong resistance to medication of any sort.”

The two stare at one another, waiting for the other’s will to break, and it seems Connor is more stubborn than Hank had anticipated. Noted.

“I’m still tired, so how about you take care of this case yourself? You’re more than capable, as you’ve proven, so please just replace me early.”

Hank wordlessly stands up, which has Connor laying back on the kitchen tiles, curling up with his hand cushioning his head.

Not a moment later, Connor’s shooting up with a shriek as Hank dumps a pitcher of ice-water over him, enraged beyond measure.

“WHAT THE FUCK– “

Hank doesn’t hold back his smile as he tells Connor that he’d better freshen up. Connor tries to punish him by having him pick out his clothes, but he ends up regretting it as Hank picks up a gag shirt someone’d gotten him at the department Christmas party, one with the design of a pug, holding a shield and a sword, majestically riding a horse. The words once printed overtop have long since worn off.

Bidding goodbye to his favorite cacti and a picture of his childhood dog, he follows Hank out to an autocab, unwilling to drive or let Hank into his car.

“I’m amazed that you managed to lead a revolution in this state,” Connor says, genuine awe written in the shines of his eyes.

Carl laughs, “It was a matter of planning. I was a strategist, but it was my–“ he almost seems to choke up at the next word, which still has Connor reeling, because how could anyone have ever thought these beings aren’t alive? “–my son who really did the hard stuff, like supply raids and marches. I ran speeches and the like, but it was all thanks to him and his support.”

“Your son? Is he–“

“He’s a human; his name is Markus Manfred. He was my owner, but he always felt more like family, and maybe we can now make that official.” His entire face softens when he says it.

The brunet smiles, and Carl can certainly see why his son is so taken with him. Little dimples frame his grin, and his earthy eyes have this gleam of knowledge that contradicts the naivete he seems to radiate with his boyish features, and his curls seem to bounce with life as he says, “I’m happy for you.” It’s so clear that he really, truly means it. 

Hank seems to take an interest in the ‘making it official’ part, because he gazes upon Connor with a thoughtful look on his face, as though considering it. Carl sends him a secret smirk, and Hank gains a faux-sourness, to his amusement. 

“I’ll introduce you two if you’d like. I think he’d be pleased to meet you.” Carl’s eyes have this slyness he’s no good at concealing, but Connor pays it no mind.

“I’d love that.”

((I’ll paste the link later after im finished ;D))

[cownnor]

“I’d like to see you try.”

“Connor.” Markus hisses in his ear from behind him, the arms he has wrapped around his waist tightening. “Behave.” Connor presses further back against him, resting his head on Markus’s shoulder and arching his back just enough for friction.

There’s a coy little smile on his face that only comes with this certain intoxication, and Markus would be lying if he said he didn’t love it. They’re out with their friends, drinking android thirium depressant for a high to celebrate four years of freedom. Markus isn’t sure if the drinks replicate drunkenness or some other kind of stupor, but he does know that sober Connor and inebriated Connor have two very different ambitions, and that the Connor in his lap is determined to be a brat until Markus finally whisks him away

Connor shifts in Markus’s lap– there hadn’t been enough seating, and Connor had only been so happy to offer up his own in favor of climbing Markus– and begins a methodical little grind– only so much movement to look as though he was only squirmy but enough to rub his ass into Markus’s thighs and crotch. “And if I don’t?” Connor asks, turning his head to gaze at Markus, his smirk impossibly ornery. Connor’s pupils are blown wide while his optical units operate on lower parameters, making dark eyes darker and bigger. 

“I’ll make you.” Markus threatens, nipping sharply at the sensitive skin behind Connor’s ear.

“I’d like to see you try.” 

[cownnor]

“Go away.”  “No, not until I️ know you’re okay.”

“Go away.” Connor hisses at him from the other side of the door, hands coming up to clasp over his mouth just in time to suffocate the sob that is tearing through his chest from escaping his mouth. His knees buckle and he manages to catch himself on the bathroom sink, his red LED the only light source in the room. “Not until I know you’re okay.” Markus says from the other side of the door, voice full of horrible worry and concern. It makes the lava bouncing around in Connor’s stomach churn and his legs shake. He doesn’t want Markus’s concern. He wants to be normal. He wants to understand what’s wrong with him. He wants to know why he can’t think how everyone else does. He wants to know how he can be so wrong all the time. “Go away!” Connor tells him again, voice modulator stuttering some half way through as software instability plagues his systems. He doesn’t want Markus here to see him break down. He wants to be alone to drown and then maybe never wake up. He doesn’t want Markus to see how weak he is, or how unstable he is. He needs Markus to like and respect him. He can’t– “Connor, it’s okay. I promise it’s okay. Please let me in.” Markus tells him, voice purposefully soothing. Connor can make his own voice do that too, expect when Markus does it it isn’t a lie. “Go away.” Connor repeats, weaker this time as he finally slides to the ground, half sitting against the wall. He’s so tired. He never wanted this. He never asked for any of this. He’s trying to do this right but he doesn’t know how to live or what others expect from him. He’s just a machine. “Go away. Go away. Go away, go away, go away, go away, goawaygoawaygoaway–” Markus must have hacked the door, because it swings open very suddenly, and then nothing matters, because now Markus knows. Now Markus can see just how far he’s fallen, and just who is was never designed to be. 

[rk1klibrary]

Hold Up, Honey by IvyLee

Rating: Mature

Status: Ongoing

Warnings: Torture.

This is how the longer cases go. They wind him up like a music box, until one day there’s a click and everything falls open and Connor can sing and sing and sing. And thrill with the singing. And come home with empirical proof of his worth as a human being.

The year is 1890. Connor Stern has been shipped off to newly incorporated Prescott, Arizona, to track down a renowned and evasive raider gang on behalf of local mining interests. His partner in the case is the completely incalcitrant County Sheriff, who’s far more likely at any one time to be finding his way to a bottle than a bandit. His target? Feared outlaw Markus, a man who’s growing increasingly eager to introduce Connor to the business end of a six-shooter gun.

But Connor’s in luck, because as it becomes evident to all three men that the solutions to their problems are fortuitously linked, Markus must consider the possibility that his headhunter might just have more potential to him as an ally than a corpse.

You catch more flies with honey, after all...

Commentary:

LOVE this work! I personally already enjoy Western Aus anyway but this really deepened the love! I enjoy the writing so very much (well done Author :)) and i appreciate the slowburn, although the relationship is what im here for i still very much enioy reading the other characters and whats going beyond whats happening just to Connor, this is a very nice and wonderful story and cannot wait for more :) if someone is not to disturbed with violence i would def recommend this!

[cownnor]

How to Explain Androids Needing Air

if you’re writing a thing and really need an explanation for androids to have a reason to breathe— use this: androids need oxygen because their thirium picks up oxygen and carries it to the processors and act as a stabilizer for the chemical reactions there. If you don’t get enough oxygen in their thirium it destabilizes their processors and makes everything sluggish until it fails. They could have lungs for transferring air into the thirium or only open valves if that’s not what you want. If you want to avoid using lungs (since it’s a very human term and maybe you’re staying true to androids physiology) say something like “ventilator chambers” or sometimes lungs are called sacs or bags. That way if you wanna use oxygen to cause problems for your android you can.

[aceperjay]

» Devil in Disguise on AO3

13,059 words | Chapters: 6/?

‘The kid’s dead.’

Hank’s words echoed in his mind when his partner had called him about an hour ago and Connor had barely managed to swallow an “I figured” in return, even though the older man had known about his plan to go to the hospital after the end of their shift.

Now, Connor was twisting a shot glass between his fingers with a scowl on his face, watching as the dim lighting of the bar caused the whiskey to shimmer in a dark honey-golden colour. He scoffed and raised the small glass to his face, tipping the contents down his throat in one go and resisting the urge to cough at the burn before setting the glass back down on the counter with more force than strictly necessary.

» Continue reading on AO3

» Check out the bonus story with Markus’ POV

[mimorugk]

Rk1k tattoo shop au fanfics

So these two beautiful people made two beautiful (and hot) fanfics for the tattoo shop au, which I think y’all should read 👏

smoke in the back room by deviant900

Marked by Aiilurus

Big thanks for you two for taking interest and even write for it 😭😭❤️❤️💖💖

In case you forget about the au: link link

You can also search for the tag “tattoo shop au” on my tumblr for more.

[rk1klibrary]

Treble Clef by SerpentineTraveler

Rating: General

Status: Completed

Warnings: None

After the events at Hart Plaza, Connor has nothing to do. He's still very confused with emotions and he struggles under the weight of his actions. He eventually finds a love of music, first learning guitar from Hank, then starting to write his own music, eventually finding a job at a music store, called Treble Clef.

Commentary:

I loved this fic so much! I really like the idea of singer/song writer Connor :) also the songs are really nice (also some of my favorites) and give me the Connor vibe!

[rk1klibrary]

Sinking Ship by C_H

Rating: Mature

Status: Abandoned

Warnings: Major character death.

Connor retells his experience on the RMS Titanic, and how his life was saved in the most unexpected way.

AKA: Titanic, but with Detroit characters.

Commentary:

I know this is a titanic au and i know how its gonna end but still! The lovely writing and beautiful scenes made me forget how the story goes in titanic, its a very lovely writing and i enjoyed it, even when it hurt sometimes :)

[rk1klibrary]

Let Me Crash My Kart Into Your Heart by asianhero

Rating: Teen

Status: Ongoing

Warnings: None

After being away at college for four years, Connor's finally back in Detroit. Rather than moving back in with his dad, he decides to find an apartment for himself. Of course, it's just his luck that he happens to have a cute neighbor, and on the first day, proceeds to unintentionally act like a jerk. After getting invited to the buildings weekly Mario Kart tournament, will Connor finally show his neighbor that he's actually a good guy, or will he freeze under pressure and decide to not go?

Commentary:

Love this!! I enioy how much of a disaster these two can be :) i also really like how this is written and enjoy the scenes with North :)

[doomburgerdoodles]

The fic I’m illustrating has started posting y’all! These are the first two illustrations :3

The fic is called Reality by Fantismal. It’s a sequel to Simulated, a Markus (and Connor tbh) whump fic. I just so far really love the universe Fanti has built, so interesting, thorough, lots of high stakes and beautiful emotional realness ;0;

Go check it out! 8′D

https://archiveofourown.org/series/1122795

[doomburgerdoodles]

Tether

Hugely inspired by a scene from the intense and beautiful fanfic Sacrificial Lamb by Fantismal (warning if you read, it’s very dark, lots of pain and trauma and sad things, heed the warnings!)

Connor and Markus have such a beautiful connection in this story, they give each other so much and I had to draw the first time they connect, mentally interfacing under duress. It’s such a striking and also heart breaking scene ;0; Excerpt below!

Keep reading

[rk1klibrary]

All I Want Is The Taste That Your Lips Allow by coupe_de_foudre

Rating: General Audience

Status: Complete

Warnings: none

“Markus…were you flirting with me?”

Markus muttered under his breath before meeting Connor’s bewildered eyes. “I have been for the past year, but thanks for noticing.”

Commentary:

This is the ultimate oblivious Connor fic and it’s super adorable and hilarious. It’s a 5+1 type of fic where Connor is oblivious five times and the one time he isn’t. Poor Markus is trying to flirt with him and invite him out on dates, but Connor doesn’t get a clue. It may seem a little out of character if you interpret Connor as someone who can tell when someone is flirting with him, but I honestly enjoyed it. It’s really cute.