#markcon

whatever, man (og images under the cut)

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Welcome, welcome!

What better way to kick off the Summer Months with some lovin' between two of our favourite androids: Connor and Markus! <3

The theme is, of course, Summer!

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Punk!AU is back, baby!

“You did it, Markus.” “We did it.”

connor, smiling a bit: what are you doing

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Fandom: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game)

Relationship: Connor/Markus (Detroit: Become Human)

Additional Tags: Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Established Relationship, Temporary Amnesia, thank anesthesia for that, Fluff is what's going on don't ask more, gives you this gooey fluff as an offering to join the fandom, Alternate Universe - Human

Chapters:1/1 

Markus is in the middle of a meeting with his team, discussing their next exhibition, when his phone suddenly rings. The sound is muffled since the device is stuffed inside his bag, but he jumps all the same when he hears it.

He usually sets his phone into silent mode whenever he’s working, diligently so if he may add. That’s why the fact that it rings at all is turning on all sort of alarms in Markus’ head. He hurriedly stands up, almost toppling his chair in the process, before excusing himself out of the room. North waves him off with the documents she’s holding, eyebrow raised but otherwise lets him go his merry way without too much probing, while Josh only nods at him. It’s Simon who shoots him a concerned look, ever the mother hen, before mouthing to him that they will take care of what’s left. Markus shoots him a grateful look before disappearing behind the door.

The hall is blessedly empty, so Markus wastes no time in accepting the call. His boyfriend’s name adorning the screen does nothing to calm his nerves. If anything, it makes the anxious pit in his stomach grows bigger. The last time Connor called him knowing he’s at work, he was hiding in some abandoned factory building, about to confront a crazed perpetrator one on one, and needed a backup but couldn’t reach his team directly.

Such is the woe of dating a reckless detective with close to zero self-preservation, but Markus wouldn’t trade this relationship for anything in this world. He doesn’t care if that’s way too cliché because he would be lying if he says he isn’t head over heels for said detective. And people say love is supposed to be blind and unconditional anyway.

Doesn’t mean he would ever get used to this kind of worrisome instance though. But at least he tries to trust more in Connor’s admittedly amazing skills. He’s not the youngest detective in the DPD for nothing.

“Is everything alright?” he asks in a rush before the person on the other side could even manage a hello. There’s no time for mundane greetings when there’s a possibility that his boyfriend is seconds away from jumping into gunfire.

The gruff voice that answers him is wholly unexpected but at the very least is familiar. “Hello to you too, kid.”

“Hank?” Markus blinks. He allows himself to be surprised and a tad bit confused before letting the worry to creep back into his voice. “Why are you calling from Connor’s number? Did something happen?”

There is a beat of silence in which Markus feels his panic meter skyrockets to impossible levels.

“Alright, don’t panic on me,” Hank warns, a tad bit too late. Groaning, he adds, “Okay, that’s the worst opening ever, but I swear to God if you try to run all the way here—” He sighs, defeated. “Connor is in the hospital.”

Markus swears his heart stops for a second. “He what?!”

“Kid—"

He is already sprinting down the hall before Hank could finish yelling at him which hospital and a please be careful I don’t want to look after another reckless brat damnit.