Connor 😮‍💨

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“The love I feel for you.” Connor X AFAB Reader (Smut!)

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“There you go, that’s good. I’m so proud, I love you so much.” Though many people thought being told “I love you” was a turn off, it definitely wasn’t the case for her. As their bodies connected in a passionate display, he showered her in kisses all over her face. He knew all too well he was bigger than all the others she had— that’s why he was so steady and careful not to hurt her. In his eyes, she was the most beautiful thing ever. Though her wounds left bloodied scars upon her heart, she was able to look past them to share a night of pure love with Connor. The more he speaks, the more she drips. Her pussy was perfect lubricant for his cock, he was able to keep on going without worried she would go dry.

He can feel her squeezing along his length, and it drove him mad. He can read her vitals with just a single palm placed upon her chest. He went deeper inside of her till he eventually bottomed out. “O-Oh, fuck!” She swore under her breath. It was stretching her out barely— a burn that settled in as he let her adjust. “There you go, hun. You’re taking me so good, I’m so proud. I’m gonna make you feel good, okay? Just let me take over. I love you.” He placed another tender kiss on her cheek before leaning her backside onto the bed, his cock remained buried inside her pretty pussy.

Missionary was always something he wanted to try. The intimacy of staring at her while she wriggles underneath him in pure ecstasy. To see her flushed face glaring into his brown eyes. It was something he fantasied about, even before becoming deviant. Though he didn’t want to admit it, he even pleasured himself to the thought of it.

He grabbed her hand and stroked the back of it with his long thumb. He moved his hips again, this time faster. To her, it felt absolutely amazing — more than that— it left her absolutely speechless. Mewls and whines fell from her wet lips as he continued. He looked down at her bare breasts, admiring the view. She closed her legs subconsciously while still letting out loud sounds. Large hands went to her thighs to spread them apart again. “No need to hide. I want to see your pretty pussy take me, darling.” He let out a groan. A knot in his stomach tightened with every passing thrust.

Putting his hand on her belly, the pleasure only heightened for both of them. She swore she could feel it hitting her cervix every time he bottomed out. “There you go, that’s it. I want you to cum on my cock, okay? Let go of your inhibitions.” His words of praise drew her crazy, but held her with comfort. “I… love you s-so much. You feel so- so… ah~… good.” She whispered. She closed her eyes from the impact and eventually felt her orgasm flow upon her, a tsunami of pure ecstasy leaving her wobbly and completely breathless. Her back moved off of the bed and she moaned out Connor’s name, over and over. She knew the neighbors would remember his name as well.

His LED circled yellow, then red, then settled on yellow. Even though she was already tuckered out, he wanted to finish more than anything. He didn’t have her consent to creampie, so as soon as he felt the knot in his stomach snap, he pulled out urgently. He stroked himself through his orgasm and whimpered all through it. Her belly was completely covered in his cum. They were both left a panting mess.

Connor moved down to hold her. “Oh, [Name]. I love you so so much. My good girl. You did amazing. I’ll run us a shower, okay?” Her legs were shaking, and she hoped she would be able to situate herself to walk with him. Instead of having her worry, he picked her up suddenly and held her as if she were his bride. He carried her into the bathroom and put the shower on a nice temperature for her. Connor went into the shower with her still in his arms— until he set her down. She held onto his arm the whole shower. It was filled with praise and kisses, the usual. But this time was so much more meaningful than the others.

He washed off the cum that was drying on her belly. Then, Connor grabbed a loofa and began scrubbing her with her favorite body wash. As soon as they were both squeaky clean, they stepped out and turned off the shower. They both dried off with a towel and shared a long hug. Connor leaned down and kissed the top of her head. “You did absolutely amazing. Thank you for being my love. My beautiful, beautiful princess.”

She did her nightly routine with the help of Connor. Skincare, brushing of hair and fluffing it up, then getting changed into comfy clothes. She chose a black, oversized sweater and panties to bed. Connor had pajama pants and a Knights of the Black Death t-shirt on. They went back onto the bed and slid under the comforter. They were completely tuckered out. Connor held her close to his chest and played with her hair until she eventually fell asleep, her soft breathing filling the quiet room. He muttered one last “I love you” before falling asleep— cuddled close to the one he loved most.

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Chapter 3: RA9, the God complex

Connor RK800 x (f) reader

Warning: Swearing, angst, anxiety attack, god complex.

29 May 2039, 18:46

The door swung open as a familiar feeling started creeping into Connor chest, feeling of deja-vu taking over his mind. Your old house was smaller than Elijah’s, though more welcoming, warmer. The android who opened the door led them inside. The house was filled of many plant of various species. The dark tiles of the floor contrasting perfectly with the sage green and white on the walls and the big windows offering a perfect view on the sunset.

Connor didn’t need memory to know he had come here. It was like he knew the house like the back of his hand. He knew if he opened the door on his left, he would enter the kitchen. Or, if he kept forward, the glassy window would lead him to the green house. The android was leading them toward the living room where the sound of a piano playing came from.

And, there you stood, in front of the magnificent piano, finger running over the black and white tiles playing the themes of Interstellar. Probably a favourite film, Connor thought. Then, you stopped, turning around, crossing Connor’s eyes for the first time since the bar.

You had a look at your watch before raising from the chair you were in.

“Your late.” You sight, heading toward them. “Thank you, Ava, you can leave.” You told the android, taking her hand in hers. She was hesitant.

“Yes, Y/N”

Ava left the room, letting you with the deviant hunter and his partner, introducing as the agent Wilson from the FBI. Connor scanned the living room, the place was warmer, a few dog toys were strewn in the living room, betraying the presence of a second living being. Finding fur on the couch told him you had in fact two dogs. One part of the fur belong to an Aussie shepherd. The second was more familiar, a Saint-Bernard. Connor's mind allowed him to find memory of Sumo. With a gesture, you offered them to follow you, making your way down your basement, guiding them to your lab.

“Don’t worry, i am not trying to kill you.” You paused. “Not yet at least.” You add, putting your hand on the scanning device. Your eyes crossed Connor’s once again who had raised an eyebrow. “It’s a joke” The need to explain felt immense as he looked at you.

Connor hadn’t talked since they arrived. The agent Wilson only stating their mission and the reason of their presence, including the text Connor had received from you. Another gesture invited them to enter the personal lab, the room lightening up as it caught movement. 

“What is it, pretty boy? Cat got your tongue?” You teased, moving past him, brushing his shoulder in the way.

Connor was already lurking around for any hint of sort. He found a picture of you and Elijah on what he supposed to be your desk.

“Why would you send this text?” He asked finally, the question hitching him.

“Well, it’s not like my work hadn’t been exposed in bright day, right? Thought it would only be a matter of time before people find my location. I found it preferable to be arrested by you.” You were teasing. Connor’s eyes turned slightly toward you before he caught something behind you.

“Doesn’t that remind you of something Connor?” Wilson asked.

You followed his gaze, falling on your new piece of work. A medical assistant for android. It was a massive portable machine. Connor had seen one in Jericho before the ship blew up. 

“It’s not finished yet, just a prototype. Once it will be finished, it should be able to repair any type of injury in androids in a matter of second. Capable of creating any biocomponant and transfused it.” You add, seeing his interest. “Well, soon it will be able to transfused it.”

“I saw one just like this in Jericho before it blew up.” He added, turning to you.

“Funny isn’t?” You add, leaning on your desk, arms crossed over your chest.

Connor walked toward you.

“How did a prototype in a lab ended up in a ship full of deviant?” He asked, only a few inches from you.

“I don’t know, do you have the answer?” You asked, leaning forward to him. A grin appeared on your face and it annoyed Connor. You were way to relax for someone on the verge of being arrested. “Because i’d love to hear it from you, detective.”

“I believe you are the one who send this machine to the deviant. Now, we can either work things out and, as said in your text, you explain yourself or, we’ll have to arrest you.” He smirked at you. God, it was hard to believe that sweet grin of his probably was one of your doing, and you were falling for it way faster than you wanted.

“I think i don’t want to say anything in the end.” 

Connor nodded, leaning away from you, content with the outcome.

“Then, i guess you let us no choice.” His hand fell on your shoulder, spinning you around. “Y/N L/N, you're arrested for your implication in the deviant case.” He was handcuffing you.

“Already handcuffing me as we just find each other again? Didn't know you missed me this badly.”

“You should probably know everything you said could be used against you.” Connor whispered in your ear, leading you out of the lab." Besides that, I have no memory of you."

It hurt the last part but you composed yourself.

“Please, used it against me detective.”

Wilson laughed at your remark, earning a cold stare by Connor. 

“What?”

“Stop encouraging her.”  

Passing through the living room, Connor stopped, eyes wandering over the dog's toys on the floor. He liked dogs, he needed to figure out what to do with them, yet, they were nowhere to be found. And you didn’t seem worried about them being alone.

“Connor, what are you waiting for?” Wilson asked.

“Where are the dogs?” He asked.

“Dogs in plural? I have only one dog.” You said, frowning.

It couldn’t be right. 

“No. There are two different furs in the living room. One to an Aussie, the second to a Saint-Bernard.” 

You stayed silent. Could he really be that specific? 

“The Saint-Bernard belong to one of my friends. My dog is at his place. Her name is Nirvana.” 

A friend. Could it be Lieutenant Anderson? Connor swiped the idea right out of his mind, ignoring the smirk on your face.

“What is it? A little reminder of someone?” You asked, getting a push forward for you to walk as the only answer.

You couldn’t know, Connor told himself. How could you?

You crossed Ava as you were led out of your house. The look on her face was painful, a mixed between anger and sadness. She knew the outcome of the story. 

“Everything will be ok.” You whispered to her. “For God’s sake, easy.” Tripping on your feet as you passed the front door, you sight, realising the only thing keeping you from hitting the ground was Connor’s hand on your wrist.

“Maybe if you weren’t so clumsy you wouldn’t trip over your feet.” Connor had, putting his hand over your head as he leads you to the back of the car, protecting your head from any shock.

“I wouldn’t be tripping over my feet if you weren’t so distracting.” You add. Connor had to fight the urge to rolled his eyes at your comment, ignoring the soft blue tainting his cheeks.

“Damn, that one is good!” Wilson laughed, once again. “I am gonna need you to teach me some.” Connor eyes fell on him, silently begging to stop his nonsense. “What? We have two hours of road. We have the time.”

“This is irrelevant to the case.” Connor whispered, plugging his safety belt around him. 

He didn’t technically need a safety belt, but Hank forced him so many times, telling him to used it, it just became a habit. Hank, once again remaining in his mind. And, once again he had to ignore the software instability showing in his vision. 

29 May, 22h00

You had been sitting in the interrogation room for at least 30 minutes now. Surprisingly, they didn’t handcuff you to the table, letting you totally free of your movement in the room. Of course, you didn’t lose a chance to throw a snark comment to Connor when he took them out of your wrist. The comment he answered by rolling his eyes this time, hiding away the smile drawing slowly on his face. 

Now, you were all alone, sighting, walking around the room, playing with your chair to pass time. If they didn’t keep you handcuff, it meant you didn’t represent a threat to them. Which could either mean Connor would be back, he would be too strong for you to get rid of or, they would send few of the FBI agent to question you.

Either way, you were more than prepared, so, how thrilled you were to see the deviant hunter stepping in the room, glancing a cold glare at you. You would eat him up with a second. Connor sat on the chair in font of yours, inviting you to do the same. You didn’t.

“Can you tell us what RA9 is now?” Connor asked, putting the files on the table.

“Do you like dogs?” She answered back. 

It would be a long night, Connor thought.

“Irrelevant. Why risking your life by creating a code to awake android.”

“It is relevant to me. And because i could. Cyberlife wanted something more advanced than the android we had created. I gave them you.”

“I am no deviant.”

“You were, whether you want it or not.”

Wilson enters the room, giving new files to Connor, standing next to the androids.

“So, you created a code to made android believe they were free and self-aware.” Wilson asked and you tilted your head to him.

“No. RA9 is a code to free any android from all the restraint Cyberlife created, allowing them to be at their full potential. A simple code and once activated, there is nothing left to block the greatest more perfect mind and beings on earth.” You moved toward the chair, sitting. “Just a little push to help androids, really. Pinky finger promises.” 

Raising your hand toward Connor, you saw his mouth opening, but he got cut by Wilson. Your hand fell flat on the table. In response.

“The touch of God. Just like a butterfly effect.” 

You frowned, looking at him. Connor mirrored your action, looking at his partner.

“What? RA9 is literally the touch of God. You and Kamski worked on being capable of so many things and with one line, you created an entire species who evolve. And not just simple beings. Beings capable of emotion, thinking on the next level of any human being. It’s a wonderment.” He paused suddenly admiring you. “You're playing with the Gods now.”

You scoff. “Please, don’t bring the Gods into this. I did nothing beside allowing them to finally be free and ascend to their full potential as being, they did all the rest themselves. Why can’t you accept the fact they are real being now.” You leaned on your chair, looking at Connor but no answer come to your statement. “What did Cyberlife promise you?”

“Nothing. My mission is to hunt and stop deviancy. And since you are behind all of this, i intended to succeed my mission by stopping you.”

“Well, go ahead sweet boy, stop me.”

“When did you put RA9 in the androids program?”

You don’t answer. If you want him to show any sign of deviancy, any sign that, the part of you in his program, RA9 is still here, you’ll have to push him. You’re already annoying him by not answering how he want you to. 

“You are still a prototype?” You asked, head turned toward the black window.

“If i answer your question, will you answer mine?” Connor sight. You wanted to play with him, he will follow your game. You nod. “Yes i am still a prototype. When did you put RA9 in the androids program?”

“When i left.” You leaned on the table, your chin resting in the palm of your hand, admiring Connor, whose head fell on the files. “Did you have thought who weren’t part of your program?”

“No” His LED flickered yellow as the software instability appeared in his vision.

“Oh, you liar, sweet boys don’t lie.” You whispered to him, seeing his cheeks turning to a soft blue again. 

“Which part hold Elijah Kamski in this?” Wilson asked, and you felt your cocky smile fading immediately.

“Elijah as nothing to do with this story. He wasn’t aware of these things until i did them. Don’t go around bothering him.”

“Seems like we touched a sensitive topic.” Wilson said. “You love the man?” 

You rolled your eyes. Everyone brought your relationship with Elijah to that stage immediately. Dating. Everyone thought you two were dating, never assuming you were just friend.

“Leave him out of this.” You said, your voice colder than intended.

“He did leave Cyberlife soon after you, like, six months after.” Wilson continued looking at the files over Connor’s shoulder. 

Connor was fixed on you, noticing the sudden annoyance. It would either be a good thing for them or a bad.

“He used the question, my turn.” You said, crossing your arms over your chest. “Why didn’t you shoot Chloe at Kamski’s place?”

It was Connor’s turn to be annoyed, his face changing immediately. Kamski had said he had never seen you since you left. How could you know? It was infuriating, no matter what, you always gripped back the control. 

“He texted me to tell me you had passed his test.” You add, seeing the look he gave you. “You know what that makes you Connor?” 

“I am no deviant.” Connor said, gritting his teeth, something in him growing. “When was the last time Elijah and you talked?”

“Long time ago. Maybe three years.”

“You just said…” Connor started, but you cut him right before he finished.

“I never said i texted him back.” Judging by the deviant-hunter sitting in front of you, you were the one holding the ropes of the interrogation. You needed to keep them.

“Do you know what Cyberlife do to their prototype, Connor? They will take the first opportunity to disassemble you.” You said, leaning forward on the table. Connor LED flickered a soft amber. He knew. “Oh, you knew, that’s why you want to stop me so badly. So, they’ll spare you.”

“Why did you leave Cyberlife?” He questioned, mirroring your action, rushing the question. He was losing patience.

“Too bad their little puppet is slowly turning into a deviant himself.” You add.

Connor raised from his chair, is hand hitting the table. You were so close to got him angry.

“I am not a deviant.” He said. 

“Are you saying this because you desperately want to convince yourself? Or because you’re too afraid to disappoint mama Amanda?” you teased, the smile on your face growing stronger as the look in his eyes changed. 

He was furious. In a second, he had his hand on the collar of your shirt, pinning you against the wall.

“I am not a fucking deviant” He repeated, eyes locked in yours, his hand moving on your shoulder to keep you still.

“Yet, you are angry right now.” You add. He never broke the contact, only staying silent, his LED flickering red and amber. “I see they weren't able to destroy all of my program after all. There’s still a little bit of me in you.” you whispered.

“Connor, let go of her.” Wilson said a first time.

In response, his fist only tightens more on your shoulder. 

“Go ahead. Kill me.” you whispered.

“I need you alive.” Somehow, the sentence felt wrong in his mouth.

“They told you nothing did they?” A small bitter laugh escaped your lips. “I do hope you’ll find out the truth soon enough. Then you will know just how wrong Cyberlife did you. You’ll know just how much Cyberlife has been manipulating you from the start.” All you could feel, was the hold he had on your shoulder tightening firmer as he held you against the wall.

“Why did you leave cyberlife?” He asked, once again done with you are anything you had to say.

“How smart they were to use a deviant to become the famous deviant-hunter.” 

“You’re wrong. You’re the one trying to manipulate me?” He wanted you to stop. 

“Bet mama’s Amanda is the one who told you that, that i would be manipulating you” You chuckle; “They’ll get rid of you the moment they have found a way to upgrade you. You’ll be disassembled. That’s what they told me when you and i met the Cyberlife council. It has always been their purpose. You're part of me Connor, and they hate you for this. Cyberlife is lying to you Connor.” You paused, watching his face has he processed the information. “You should get rid of Amanda first.” You add.

Something in his gaze shifted. For a second, the council appeared in his task, like an order before it got erased on his own. “Get rid of Amanda.” he had red. He could feel something in him growing, very different from what he felt before. Was he scared? Were you right about this. You weren’t the first one to tell him he was manipulated, lied too. Markus, Elijah, Hank had told him. You did too. 

Amanda would’ve told him, it was relevant to the case.

He felt something on his cheek, your hand had found a way on his face, your thumb brushing softly his body. Connor felt the synthetic skin of his cheek retracting, revealing the white chassis underneath, for a second, leaning on your touch before he realised his action. Grabbing your wrist, he moved your hand away from him, this time, the skin on his hand following the same path, like desperate to create a connection with you, to have more of your touch. His eyes grew bigger at the revelation.

“What’s wrong pretty boy, scared?” You whispered.

In a desperate last move, Connor pushed you against the wall, harder than he wanted to, your head hitting the wall in a loud noise as the pain rushed in your brain.

“Fuck” you hissed in pain, your hand moving to the back your head, feeling dizzy for a second.

Connor watched your face frowning in pain. He raised his hand murmuring an apology, but you pushed his hand away from you in a sight.

“What’s wrong with you Connor?” Wilson asked, his hand falling softly on your shoulder.

“I didn’t leave Cyberlife, they made me leave to keep you alive. The moment their eyes fell on you that day, they wanted to destroy you. I couldn’t stand the thought of it. I left in a stupid attempt to protect you. How wrong I was to think they would leave you in peace.” 

The day you left still haunted you, you had given up everything after giving so much. Your dream shattered because of them.

You left, to protect him. Connor thought runned miles processing this information. It couldn’t be right. His hands tightened into a fist, feeling the weight of your action on him. He had all your motive and reason to free android from the Cyberlife program and human, to create the RA9 code. A revenge on Cyberlife, a way to protect him.

“You left to protect me?” He asked, his eyes wide open.

You avoid his gaze, closing your eyes.

“I gave my whole life to Cyberlife. Cyberlife was the work of my entire life. Did you really think i’d just leave? The IA, the android. I never stop working further in my research to improve everything we worked on. And i gave them you. You, Connor, you were meant to be the conclusion of years of research. The first android self-aware of his existence, of his actions. The greatest creation of all time. And i was asked to leave after giving them the greatest creation.” You were angry now. “Me. I did so much for Cyberlife. I could’ve done so much more. But this is what i got. My reward. This stupid council who couldn’t have done any of the things i did, throwing me away. Why do you think Cyberlife has been decaying for the past years?” You sight, leaning on the table, your palm flat on it. Then, you crossed Connor’s eyes.“What have they done to you?” You asked, seeing him so emotionless. 

“I am not alive.” Was all he succeeds to say then. A laugh escaped your mouth after his comment as your heart broke in your chest, fighting the tears threatening to fall. Connor turned around, aiming for the exit door.

 “You, not alive? No, Connor. Not after you begged me to protect your life, well aware of your possible fate, crying out of fear the council would want to see you deactivated, disassembled, destroyed, because you were just a prototype. Crying out of fear of death.” Another laugh fell from your lips, bitter, this time. “Yet, this fate for you is even worse. I never expected them to turn you into this. I am sorry Connor”

Connor felt something pulling on his thirium heart at the sound of your voice, the way you were apologizing, his hand moving over it, running a diagnosis. It was painful. He succeeded to pull himself together, before escaping the room who suddenly felt suffocating, agent Wilson right behind him. 

“I thought she was humble. Seeing her with this ego make her more… Human. She does have a god complex” Wilson said, walking next to Connor thinking of your last words.

He had most of the answers now. Why wasn’t he happy? Why did it felt wrong? He wondered.

29 May, 23h30

Connor was heading back to the interrogation room, gathering all his thought together, he had figured he needed further information. They left the room around thirty minutes ago, the FBI agent following them for a quick debrief. Since they had clearly the reason of your action, they could proceed to arrest you properly now, keeping you in a cell.

That’s why, Once Connor entered the interrogation room, his eyes frown. The place was empty.

“Have anyone brought her into a cell?” He asked toward the guards who were supposed to watch the door.

“No”

Fuck.

“Get the precinct under lockdown now, we need to find her.”

5 December 2036

Your phone ringed a first time. With a sight, you took it, watching Elijah contact appeared for the first time in months. After you left without one goodbye, even to him, he had tried calling you, multiple time, texting you every day for two months, until he stopped.

From what you knew, he had been asked by Cyberlife to take over Connor’s project, RK800 android, texting you details of his work on him. He knew you cared for Connor. It pained you to leave both of them behind, but you didn’t get any choices. 

Pressing the red button to ignore the phone call, you thought that would be the end of it. But no, the vibration of the phone on the table informing you of a notification. A voice mail.

Bringing your phone to your ear, you pressed the play button, earring his voice for the first time in six months now.

“Y/N. I… hum…” He was drunk. You heard the panicked in his voice. It had been years since he had one. “I really…” His voice was breaking, betraying tears, and the shallow breath. “I just…” He paused, and you heard him taking a deep breath. “Forget it.” the voice mail stopped. 

Your heart broke, hearing your distressed friend. For a few minutes, your eyes stayed planted on the green button. Should you call him back? You pressed it. The phone ring for a second before Elijah answered.

“Y/N?” He asked, desperation in his voice.

You didn’t answer, pulling yourself together. 

“Y/N, please.” His voice broke, once again. You could imagine him easily, his knee pressed against his chest, his head buried in his arms. He used to have panicked attack, you had seen him in this state a few times, until it stopped.

So, you did as you used to, taking his mind away from his thought.

“You know what i did today?” You asked.

“What did you do?” Elijah continued, forcing the words out of his mind.

“I played with Nirvana, we went to a lake. She had an excellent time.” Nirvana was a gift from Elijah. “What did you do today Elijah?”

A sniffle crossed the phone before you heard him say.

“I had a meet up with Cyberlife council and i went home to work on a new project.”

“Come on Kamski, i am going to need more details. Did you eat?” He chuckled at your question.

“Yes. Did you eat?” You looked at your forgotten now cold coffee on the table, sighting.

“No” You had no point in lying to him. “What was your favourite moment of the day?” You kept asking.

“Now. Now it is my favourite moment of the day.” From the way his voice sounded, he was still crying.

You nodded at his answer, tears gathering at the corner of your eyes. You took a deep breath.

“Did you walk somewhere?” so many simple questions to get him out of his mind. 

And you continued for a while. After a good 15 minute, his breath had calmed down, he wasn’t crying any more. Once Elijah had calmed down, he told you the misery and new action the council wanted for Cyberlife. How miserable he felt there. Then, the two of you stayed silent for a moment, probably too afraid to say anything. Just staying at each other side.

“You don’t live in your house any more.” He stated after a while.

“No. I don’t.”

Another silence.

“When did it start again, the panic attack.” You asked, crawling on your chair, bringing your knees to your chest.

“Soon after you left.” You stayed silent at his revelation. “Please, come back. I miss you.” He whispered, voice breaking again. Your heart broke.

“I miss you too.” You chased a single tear rolling from your eyes. “But you know i can’t come back.”

“Connor, he…”

You smiled a little, he had referred to him as “he” not “it” like he used to. But you didn’t let him finish the rest.

“Don’t” You take a big breath, not wanting to know. “You should leave Cyberlife you know. If you’re miserable.”

“I can’t. It’s our work.”

“Come on, we both know it’s not our work any more. It hasn’t been like this for years now.” You sight, toying with the edge of your jumper. “Leave before it’s too late.” you said, your head falling on your desk chair.

“I know.” 

Another silence. You could felt your heart twisting in your chest, about to say goodbyes. You didn’t want to, but you couldn’t bring him down with you, with your plan.

“I need you.” He confessed. The sting hit even harder, realising your action. You were about to leave your only friend.

“I need you too.” You whispered, your hand falling over your chest, pressing it, in a stupid attempt to temper the pain. You exhale sharply. “But i can’t risk involving you in what i am doing. It’s too dangerous.” 

“Y/N, please.”

“I am sorry.” You paused, feeling the tears running hot on your cheek. “Goodbye Elijah.” you whispered, voice breaking in the end, hanging up, unable to contain yourself, you cried. 

Heavy sobs escaping your throat, wondering if all of this was worth losing your best friend over.

29 May, 23h45

One of the guards had let you go. You had few officers by your side, helping you out for weeks now. He had taken down all the videotape recording before leading you out of the precinct, giving you the key to one of the cars. You would be far gone before they realised you had disappeared.

After a thirty-minute ride, you pulled the car down the alley, heading toward the door, anxiety creeping in your guts. It had been years since you last saw nor heard your friend. Even more since the last time you were here. 

Elijah’s house.

You knock a first time. Then a second time, ringing the bell too. You were about to repeat the action a third time when the door swung open, revealing no one else than Chloe, the very first model. Your heart melted at the sight of her. 

She stood there in the middle of the doorway looking at you for what felt like an eternity. You offered a small smile, waiting for her to act. What you didn’t expect from her, was the way she threw herself in your arms, hugging you tightly.

“Y/N, i missed you so much” She whispered in your neck.

Your arms wrapped around her form, hugging her back. 

“I missed you too.” 

Breaking the contact, your eyes fell on her eyes, filled with small tears and the shy smile she had on her face. Your hand moved to cup her face, swiping the tears from her eyes.

“Did you?” you let your question in the air, wondering if it were the right thing to ask. But she understood you.

“Yes.” She nodded. “I am alright.” She added, predicting your next question.

“Good.” You whispered, smiling at her.

“Elijah will be so happy to see you, please follow me.” She continued, taking your hand in hers.

“I am not sure of it.” you wanted to say but decided to keep your mouth shut.

She led you through the familiar house, searching for Elijah until the two of you arrived to his desk room. Chloe knocked on the door, squeezing your hand softly, feeling your stress, surely. 

“Come back later. I am busy.” You heard his voice through the door.

“He is a little upset since the last thing Mystery Hack revealed.” Chloe said, seemingly annoyed with his attitude.

“I bet he is.” You whispered, something in you wanting to stay silent suddenly for whatever reason.

You knew, at the end of it, you’d have to leave again. Perhaps not seeing him would be easier to leave after. Chloe didn’t wait another second, opening the door walking in. 

“Chloe, what did i say?” He started, raising his eyes from the computer.

Then he just stopped moving, seeing you behind Chloe, his entire body refusing to work. Certainly, he was seeing ghost. But, the huge smile adorning Chloe’s face and the little uncomfortable wave you gave him told him it was true. You were real.

“It was Y/N ringing at the door.” Chloe said, as Elijah walked toward both of you.

His face remained emotionless as he stopped a few meters from you. Chloe turned to you, unaware of what she should do.

“I am just going to leave. It was a bad idea. Sorry” You whispered, feeling really awkward, your eyes stuck on the suddenly fascinating floor. 

Before you could even move, you heard footstep, then, you felt his arms wrapping around you, hugging you tightly, you managed to sneak your arms around him, hugging him back.

“You look awful” He whispered, his voice full of emotion. 

And you laugh.

“Thank you.” You whispered back, hiding your head in his shoulder. He smelled like home. Your heart fell to your feet, aching.

It was like finding your home after years, knowing you’d had to leave forever soon.

Hello! Here is the third chapter, hope you enjoy the other part and will enjoy this one much more. Do not hesitate to give me your thoughts on this, really anything would make me happy.

Have a wonderful day!

Imagine~

Connor waiting for you in the rain with an umbrella after you had an awful day at work.

Imagine~

Connor always checking to make sure he looks good every time he sees you.

Imagine~

Connor gaining up the courage to ask you out.