#rk1900

[Hunters] fighting over prey

these songs are all on my rk1k playlist (with the exception of the last one), but some of them definitely suit other ships better so enjoy my subjective takes

RK1K I Like It by Stray Kids it was tough to pick one so i just picked one that's also one of my all-time favorite songs. this is the "it's complicated, maybe we shouldn't be together but i really like being together" vibe. very will they, won't they which feels rk1k-coded since deviant hunter and deviant leader ending up together??? the press would go crazy.

NORKUS Partners in Crime (feat. Ash Costello) by Set It Off like iconic crime duo that are ride-or-dies just screams norkus

AMANACONDA No Mercy by DeathbyRomy connor x amanda is a hella rarepair but THINK OF THE POTENTIAL PPL!!!! it's the best toxic relationship out there in dbh and this song just encapsulates the vibes (this is also revolution rk1k-coded)

RK1900 Pretty Boy by Naethan Apollo what can i say? they're just 3 pretty boys that want to be the other pretty boy's favorite pretty boy. ultimate pining love triangle turned polycule

SIMARKUS 2WORLDS - Demo Version by Madge "if you give me a piece of your heart" LIKE C'MON IT'S JUST WORKS (this works for norkus too)

SICON Little Do You Know by Alex & Sierra i imagine this is a post-game world where connor finds simon at the top of stratford and they both feel conflicted and regretful about how their first meeting ended up

LUTHARA Bullet (Vampire Redux) by Ryan Star honestly, this works for any ship that has a self-sacrificial idiot (cough markus and connor cough). but i picked it for luthara bc you can choose as markus or connor to not sacrifice yourself but luther will ALWAYS sacrifice himself to save kara and alice

CONNIEL You're Not Welcome by Naethan Apollo okay this one isn't really "ship" vibes but more like post-game daniel is fucking pissed at connor for killing him and he hates connor's guts and doesn't think he deserves a place in jericho (verse 2 really sells this idea). i imagine it could eventually spiral into a real slow burn enemies to lovers LMAO

CHLORTH She Likes a Boy by Nxdia chloe meets north not realizing north is a bisexual icon so she totally has a chance (this works for literally any north ship)

Nines: They sure are.

Markus: *looks at the other* You know what else is beautiful?

Ok, this is sorta weird but, I want a fanfic, in which Markus and Connor find Nines post revolution and both of them are instantly super protective of this new Android, that wasn’t even programmed completely and has shit ton of issues and doesn’t understand emotions. So they both put aside their differences to support Nines together and they both kinda develop a crush on him and just cause they’re both gentlemen and respect each-other, they bond over this mutual feeling and meet often and share their thoughts and feelings a lot.

Nines, meanwhile remains dumb and emotionally unavailable, which frustrates both Connor and Markus to no end. But, after months and months of this, Connor suddenly realizes that Markus has been the one that was with him and supported him through everything and maybe he had his priorities all wrong. He feels bad about this, both because he knows Markus likes Nines and he doesnt want to be, like, knock-off version of Nines for him and also because he feels like he kinda betrayed his feelings for Nines.

After, like a month of this, he gathers his balls and confesses to Markus, who admits that he’s feeling the same. They get together and are happy. But, weirdly, that’s when Nines starts to get all touchy-feely with them both. They’re both worried that they led the poor guy along and then abandoned him, kinda and decide to talk with him and explain.

So they sit Nines down to talk and it’s awkward as all fuck and if Markus wasnt there (he does most of the talking) Connor would just bail, tbh. 

So Markus is like, I’m sorry if we led you along, but, we kinda, fell for each-other, so if you like either or both of us, we’re sorry we did this. It’s our fault.

And Nines just smiles and is like, no, I’m really happy for you both. I knew you both had feelings for me and didn’t know how to let you both down, because I really love you both, but not in the way you want. 

Ships: RK1K/Conkus//Markus/Connor and RK1700/900800//RK900/Connor

••••

Markus waved to Cole as the blonde dashed towards the bus at the corner of the block, lunchbox partially shut and backpack set askew on his shoulders.

He turned to the other man in the room, admiring the lean frame adorned in a sweatshirt and shorts, long legs captivating with the way the morning sunlight bounced off of them to reflect onto the counter. Little moles dotted the skin, creamy canvases that carried the promise of supple muscle that could be bitten and marked as they quivered and tensed—

“My eyes are still up here, Markus.”

The twenty-two year old sputtered out a quick, “Sorry,” his sheepishness having long been forgotten—certainly gone since after the second week of being Cole’s babysitter.

That was a night he’d never forget.

Unfortunately, that was not something he could dwell on; not until he was either somewhere Connor couldn’t see him or until Connor accepted his advances. Not to say Markus wanted to force himself upon Connor, no. North would sooner castrate him, though Markus would likely do so to himself out of sheer shame before she could get the chance.

No, it was because Connor was holding himself back.

“You’re handsome as ever, Connor.”

“And you’re young as ever,” Connor retorted around an exasperated sigh, “So, for the last time, call me Mr. Anderson.” He leaned over the counter to grab at another teabag, pouring more water into his mug and dropping the item into his mug. As it steeped, his hands drummed and twitched against the counter.

And perhaps Markus might still have been a ball of hormones at that moment, but he couldn’t help but consider where those hands have been over the course of Connor’s life—exploring and learning and discovering—and where they could be, at some point, if Markus would get lucky enough to convince Connor to let go of the inhibitions and false morality behind considering Markus a child. The age gap was barely fifteen years, but for whatever reason, it had Connor spooked and steering clear of Markus’ interest despite the two of them knowing he reciprocated it.

“You’re not as old as you try to insinuate with those comments. In fact, if I recall,” Markus hums, smirking, “there’ve been many people who think I’m the older one.”

Connor’s mouth twisted bitterly at that, taking a petulant sip of his tea. He cursed, tongue smarting between his lips; it was still far too hot to consume.

“Cudth you geh me thum ithe pleathe?”

“No, ice isn’t good to put immediately on a burn. Here,” Markus retrieved water from the sink in a glass. Connor continued to point at the freezer, particularly the ice dispenser, displeased sounds muffled by his dangling tongue. “Drink.”

“Uh-uh.”

Markus rolled his eyes. Connor could be more of a child than Cole, at times.

He shrugged, then, half-smirking at Connor.

“You asked for it.”

“Wha—?”

Markus took a swig from the glass and set it down, arms caging Connor against the counter and putting his mouth to Connor’s.

“Mmmphh—“

Markus gently brushed Connor’s tongue with his own, carefully flicking water onto it. Connor didn’t fight as much as he’ll claim he did after this, melting into the kiss, Markus’ arms pulling him closer, fire spreading under his skin everywhere Markus’ hands touched.

Connor was always weak to Markus. The younger seemed to take advantage of that whenever he could, and now was certainly no exception. He took and took and took, and Connor let him, Markus’ hands coming down to pull his legs up around his waist, gripping his ass with intent to leave marks.

Markus growled into his mouth with his teeth seeking out Connor’s lips, grazing Connor’s tongue in the process and earning a hiss of pleasure underlying a played-up, false pain. It was excuse enough to separate from the intoxicating liplock. Connor was dizzy from the desire that pulsed through his body, leaving his knees weak and his limbs fuzzy, like static buzzed in every tendon.

“...I can’t keep doing this.” Connor murmured, hazy eyes meeting Markus’ and then fluttering, looking somewhere else so Markus couldn’t persuade him to give in, no matter how Connor wanted to offer himself up to those hypnotic orbs. “You should really just find someone your age, Markus.”

“This has nothing to do with our ages, Connor. There are plenty of people at school I could sleep with if I wanted to, but that’s not the point. Because I don’t just want to sleep with you, Connor.”

The brunette gestured to their current position, raising an eyebrow to show off his counterargument.

Markus sheepishly released him, though he didn’t back away in the slightest. If anything, he drew closer, until they shared breath. Connor’s legs, weakly falling to either sides of his hips, twitched and squeezed his body for a moment before quickly releasing him, coloring jumping to his cheeks at his accidental action. “Sorry about that. But, you do something to me,—always get me going and craving you. I can’t stop thinking about you. And when you’re so close to me, letting me do this....well, I can’t seem to stop myself.”

Connor let out a long exhale, smiling somewhat sadly. “That’s not your fault. It’s mine. I shouldn’t let you keep making this mistake—“

“It’s not a mistake, Connor. I never said that. Just because I lose control doesn’t mean I don’t want to... don’t want you.” Markus rubbed his thumb along the curve of Connor’s cheek, observing Connor’s lashes flit across the tip—the same sensation as the batting of a butterfly’s wings. “Is it me, Connor? Do you not want me? Or is it my age?”

No matter what impression Connor hoped he could give off, he yearned. Yearned to be able to kiss the somber look off of Markus’ face and return his embrace. Yearned to care less about the opinions of his gossiping neighbors, who looked upon him with such ire in the days following any night he’d bring a man home.

Yearned to live without fear that his dear, precious Cole would be tainted by the perceptions and misconceptions of the people around them.

Markus’ eyes melted, lidding as he drew nearer, lips tenderly brushing across Connor’s, caressing with feather-light touches that sent little shocks down Connor’s spine, all the way to his toes, which curled against the wood cabinets below the counter. His entire body tingled with desire, begging Connor to submit, to accept and allow Markus to see him entirely, more than he had on the one night Connor wasn’t careful enough—

But Connor couldn’t.

With a gentle hand, he pushed at Markus’ shoulder, weakly separating from him.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. With that, he dropped to the floor and padded off to his room to get ready for work an hour early.

Markus’ hands clenched at his sides. Biting his inner cheek, the heterochromatic man collected his things and headed home.

This was far from over.

•••

“Why haven’t you been doing your homework?” Connor asked, attempting to smooth down some of Cole’s rampant cowlicks, blonde curls flicking about his fingers before springing up, wiry strands fluttering in the breeze of his breath.

Cole pursed his lips, avoiding eye-contact. Out of habit, he toyed with the extra button that‘d been sown into his shirt, stubby fingertips circling and picking it. “I want you to help me with it. But Markus has me sleep before you come home, so I never do it. And in the morning, you’re always so sleepy....”

Connor paused, seeking Cole’s large ocean pools and catching them. After a moment of gazing into them, losing himself in a train of thought he deemed unimportant, he patted his child’s cheek and let the tiniest ghost of a smile subtly lift his cheeks and curl his lips.

“Alright.”

Taking Cole’s hand, they ambled over to the classroom, Connor asking Cole quiet questions about random objects in the room, Cole explaining each and every item eagerly, as eventually pointing things out on his own to eagerly regale jumbled anecdotes about them.

Connor reached the front of the room after Cole had gestured wildly while telling a story about Alice and then apologized with fervor upon accidentally smacking Connor in the stomach with one wayward hand motion, worried his strength had “pulverized [Connor’s] internal organs”.

Connor made a mental note to monitor Cole’s media consumption—at least so he could watch whatever show he’d quoted with him. He’d ask later, once he found a break from the department and had enough free time.

...When was the last time they’d watched anything but the morning news together?

“Thank you for coming in, Mr. Anderson. I know you’ve been quite busy, so I’m sorry to have called you on such short notice.” At that comment, Cole appeared bashful to the point of shame, guilt washing over him as his eyes directed themselves to Connor’s face, which held a pleasant smile.

“It’s no problem. I’m happy to help Cole in any way I can, so coming here is not at all an inconvenience. In fact, talking with Cole made me realize that I haven’t been doing enough for him as a parent. I promise that Cole will start turning in his work soon.”

Cole’s teacher, Mr. Stern, gave him an appraising glance up and down, his snowy eyes glimmering with interest behind his glasses, the dark frames a stark contrast to his pale skin.

“Pinkie promise?” he said, a half-smirk pulling mischievously at his mouth.

Connor was fairly certain that he was intending for Connor to be staring at it, especially when his tongue flicked out for a moment to wet his lips.

Connor shook off any thoughts beyond politeness, pointedly aware of Cole latched to his hand. He grinned playfully, as much as was appropriate, and twined his pinkie with the teacher’s, Cole joining their agreement with his own tiny finger curling over theirs.

Mr. Stern patted Cole’s head. “I’ll give you time to get caught up, and if you ever need help, feel free to ask me, alright? Alright. Now, I think Alice wants to tell you about the house she made at recess.”

Cole’s eyes lit up, and he nodded, insistently tugging Connor down for a kiss on the cheek and a rushed, ‘I love you,’ before dashing over to Alice, a bounce in his step and giggles in his breath.

Connor watched after him with fondness, soft eyes sparkling.

“You’ve raised him splendidly; I’m honestly impressed. Despite the rare hiccups, he’s one of the best I’ve had.” Mr. Stern gave him a tiny smile.

“Thank you.” Connor turned his smile to the teacher, only to bite his lip when he saw silver lazily drag over his features once more. A peek of tongue slipped over Mr. Stern’s lips, earning a shiver and a lip bite from Connor. It was hard to suppress the urge to respond, his body still a bit needy from going so long barely able to sate himself.

If only he’d let Markus—

No.

It wasn’t the best alternative, still being a close, semi-authoritative figure in Cole’s life, but Connor could tell that Mr. Stern wasn’t too concerned about the potential ramifications of a quick coupling.

A one night stand wouldn’t hurt them, and the school year was very nearly finished. Connor likely wouldn’t have to see him again afterwards, as long as he’d get Cole to do well and behave.

“You know,” Connor began, grin gaining a bit of salacious intent, “I’d be just as eager to have a lesson as Cole is if I’d have you for a teacher. Would you mind... teaching me a little something after class has finished, Mr. Stern?”

Said man’s eyebrows raised, amusement coming across clear. Connor hoped he wasn’t getting too ahead of himself, especially with his forwardness. He wasn’t used to being the one to lay on the flirtation, but the way Mr. Stern leant in close, voice soft but still deep—enough so to get Connor’s knees to buckle and a shuddering breath to leave his mouth— and whispered, “Only if you’re a good boy and behave during my teaching,” well, Connor was certain that it worked.

After school, Connor urged Cole to leave with Markus, claiming to want to speak more in-depth with Mr. Stern. The way he shifted his weight and played with his own hair, along with the slight puffiness in his lower lip from biting it, seemed to have roused some suspicion in Markus, but the younger man simply cast him a disheartened and disappointed look before driving off, making no comment.

Connor made his way back to the classroom, switching from a stride to a saunter upon entering and heading for Mr. Stern. The classroom door thudded hollowly behind him, earning Mr. Stern’s attention. They locked eyes, and when the teacher opened his mouth to chuckle and smirk, Connor couldn’t help but notice the presence of slightly sharper-than-standard teeth.

“Are you ready for your personal lesson?”

Connor nearly trembled in excitement. “Yes, sir.”

Mr. Stern rose, and instead of picking up his bag and keys, he backed Connor into his office chair, which was near a student’s desk. Connor yelped quietly at the unexpected drop into it, but he muted himself when Mr. Stern pinned him to the seat and hovered near his ear. “Exactly what I was hoping to hear.”

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