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No stories today, just to show you guys the wonder that came to my life on the 13th of April after succeeding in my exams as cook and getting my first apartment . Her name is Véga and she is the sweetest girl ever 💜 I'll be back soon with the following of the story.

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Mystery Hack

Chapter 5: A message of hope

Machine!Connor x reader

Warning: Implicit grafic violation

May 30th 2039, 5pm, CIA office

The Zen garden. Connor stepped followed the whites tiles of the garden, all while looking for Amanda. Besides the sound of running water and birds, the garden was silent, free of any noises. It didn’t take him long enough to find Amanda, finding her next to her roses. 

She turned around, hearing his footstep, a content smile adorning her face. Connor offered her a polite smile, standing steal. He felt nervous, his mission had gone wrong, ending in death and no more information. All he expected from Amanda was anger, therefore, the smile on her face wasn't expected. 

“You accomplished your mission perfectly.” She said, walking toward him.

Connor frowned. Definitely not what he expected. 

“I do not understand.” Connor shook his hand. “We gain no information, Y/N die, we have no other way to understand what she had done. RA9 remain in the android program and cyberlife have no way to erase it.”

“You got rid of her. That was all that matter. All we needed. We will manage the rest.” Amanda raised her hand toward him, her palm falling on his cheek. “I am very proud of you, Connor. You did a wonderful job.”

Connor accepted the praise despite this feeling lingering deep in him. Like he had done something wrong. Something he regretted, unforgivable. This time, even Amanda praised wasn’t enough to  convinced him. 

How could he feel this way?

“Your job isn’t over yet.” Amanda walked back to her roses, spraying them. “As you said, RA9 is still active. Plus, the government and special forces have asked for our help to find those behind “Mystery Hack”. It is a great honour to work with the military.”

“I will do my best to accomplish this mission.” Connor said, more confident this time, the update of his mission getting in his field of vision.

“I know. Don’t disappoint me, Conor.”

When he opened his eyes the next second, Connor was sitting at his desk in the office, near agent Wilson, this one in deep conversation with another agent.

“They have found no corpses yet.” He told Connor out of courtesy more than anything.

Soon, he was gone, leaving them both alone.

“We are on the big cases now.” Wilson told him, showing the “Mystery Hack” file on the desk.

Connor nodded. 

He wouldn’t disappoint Amanda.

 30th May 2039, 5 pm, Somewhere in a tower in Detroit.

You were heading toward your room, Markus walking by your side as the two of you discussed the next step of the plan. 

Markus had came to you a few hours after the fall of the android revolution. Carl had send him to you. He was badly injured, scared, full of hatred, expecting an android. At first, he didn’t trust you at all. But of course, how could one blame him? After everything your kind had done to his people despite him leading a peaceful revolution, you couldn’t expect much. That day, he didn’t let you fix him. Markus was all alone, and you were afraid to know what happened to the rest of them. 

Later that same night, he came to your lab, calmer, asking for your help. You had fixed him, putting back on his feet, taking all the time he needed in order not to frighten him. He was quick to trust you after that, understanding you meant no harm. That you stood by his side.

Markus was your first personal creation, meant to a new type of autonomous android and to be a friend to keep Carl’s company after his accident. You knew Carl for years before that, knowing he would take a good care of him. And that he did. 

12 November 2038

Markus was sitting in your couch, watching the fire burn in the chimney. Everything was quiet, the TV was turned off on purpose. You sat across him, watching the snow falling behind him, a thousand of question burning your lips.

You asked none.

The two of you stayed quiet, giving time to process all that happened. Mankind had butchered his people, he was angry and so were you. 

Seeing Markus leading that revolution filled your heart with pride and joy, seeing the popular opinion rising for them made you happy. They were winning all by themselves.

It all came to an end so quickly. You were disappointed. Not after Markus. After mankind, after yourself. Stupid human being, scared of evolution. And you stood there, unhelpful. 

It pained you even more, seeing Connor fighting alongside mankind. What cyberlife had done to him? The first deviant turned into deviant butchered. The one you thought would lead the revolution. The deviant hunter, that’s how they called him.

“It’s my fault. I lost my people and my friend, and it’s all my fault”  He whispered so low you almost didn’t hear him.

“You know this isn’t true.”

Markus’s eyes fell on his hands, joined on his knees. He had no idea where his friends were. Wondering if they could be alive.

“I failed them.” You rose to your feet, carefully moving to sit at his side. Markus didn’t move. “I thought i could make them change their mind. That i could give us freedom. I thought human would understand and accept us. I failed everyone.” You chuckle. “Why are you laughing.”

“You’ve done exactly what i wanted you to do. Yesterday was the start of a hard and long road. But i’ll be with you, every step of the way.” Your hand cupped his cheek, raising his face to look at you. “You will change heart and mind. You will lead your kind to freedom. This will be your calling. It will be your life works.”

Markus eyes filled with tears as he signed a “no” with his head.

“I don’t think i can.”

“I made you this bright so that others would see in the darkness.” You brushed the tears that had fallen from his eyes with your thumb, before raising, walking toward your computer.

“How am i supposed to do it alone?” He asked.

“You won’t have to.” you answered. “I am here.”

“Why”

“I want you at my side because it’s the safest place in the world.”

May 30th 2039

Markus’s eyes darted to you, as the news of your death was on every channel of your TV. 

“You don’t approve?” you asked, eyes glued to your laptop.

“I never said that.”

Markus turned the TV off, leaning further in the couch.

“I can hear your thought from over here.” you mouth, moving your hand in the air.

“It’s too soon” He just said.

Your eyes crossed him, inviting him to explain his point of view.

“Last night was too close.  They were after you, imagine if they had to arrest you, or worst, kill you.” 

“But i am fine.” you said, stopping what you were doing on your laptop. “Everything is fine, and the plan is working perfectly.”

“They sent the deviant hunter after you. You know what he did to me, you fixed me and i could barely handle him. Connor could kill you just that easily.” Markus said, walking toward you. “I’m not losing you. Maybe we should lay quiet for some time.”

You stayed quiet. Maybe he was right. This Connor wasn’t your Connor, for now, he could kill you if asked. You sight, remembering the way his skin had crawled down, just like he used to do with you. You couldn’t help but hope your Connor was still here.

“This isn’t Connor.” You whispered.

“It doesn’t matter Y/N.” Markus kneeled in front of you, taking your hands in his. “This is who he is now. We need to keep you safe. I can understand your wish to free him, but not at the value of your life. Y/N please.” Markus paused, raising from the ground. “What if this become too dangerous for you.”

“I’ve been standing at the gate of your creation, keeping you all safe since the moment you crawled out of the world.” You told Markus, hand raising to his cheek. “I am not stopping now.”

Markus leaned in your touch.

“Alright” You nodded. “Let’s stay quiet for some time.” 

“Thank you.” Markus said, squeezing your hands.

15 July 2039

It has been a month and a half that Connor had been searching for the mystery hack, a month and a half since they got nothing, since they had vanished from the earth. And just as quickly as human forgot drama, they forgot what happened with the Mystery Hack. 

Everyone continue their lives as if nothing had shattered the world. 

And Connor felt stuck looking for a ghost. Amanda would be disappointed, but he couldn’t follow any tracks he already explored.

It was a dead end.

4 August 2039

Connor was looking for files regarding you, the co-creator of cyberlife. He didn’t know why or what he was looking for but reading files kept him busy, he hoped to found more about RA9 though, that was for sure. 

That was until a small flash blind him for a second, a confidential file with your name on it had popped up in his field of vision. For a second, the android stared at the file, oblivious on what he should do with it. From what he could see, it seemed to be a memory dating from 2036. 

But he hadn’t been activated yet. It couldn’t be his.

Connor excused himself, leaving to a more private place, closing his eyes, hoping he could open the video. He relaxed immediately, and he was gone is a second, the smell of wet dog suddenly surrounding him. 

12 January 2036

Connor’s eyes open on a door opening and the happy noise of a dog yapping. He heard the sound of the nails on the ground first, and the same Aussie he had seen weeks ago at your place running toward him, throwing all his weight on him, licking his hands.

“Shush” You whispered, pushing the wet dog away from Connor. “Sorry, it’s raining like crazy outside.” You said, hand going to his shirt, swapping the droplet of water off him.

Connor noticed the soft way you smiled at him, very different from the last time he saw you. Your hand moved to cup his cheek as a sign of affection before following the dog.

Your smile was so different.

7 January 2036

The memory was mixed up. This time he was in a lab. In front of him stood Elijah Kamski, next to him was you, head popping next to Kamski, scanning the screen of his computer. Your head turned to him for a split second but were quickly brought back to the computer. You looked so serious.

2 February 2036

Connor was sitting on the roof of your house, watching the star. You were sitting next to him when he turned his head, recognising a familiar perfume. A long sight escaped your mouth, and you light up the cigarette you were holding in your hand. Connor eyes are stuck on your face, analysing every trait of your face. 

He found you pretty. Not just pretty because of society standards. Real pretty. You smile at him, and he turned his gaze away, feeling warmth spreading to his cheek.

Your hand moved to his face, brushing a strand of hair out of his face, before planted your palm to his hair, cajoling him tenderly. Connor’s eyes dared to turned back to you, and you offered him once again the softest of smile he could see, your finger lost in his hair still.

6 April 2036

“Would you like to see the beach, Connor?” 

“I can see the beach whenever i want. I have direct connection to internet and all media that could be related to the beach.” He said, sitting in the sofa, watching you putting a coat.

You rolled your eyes.

“Thanks, Connor, i didn’t know that.” Sarcasm. Of course, you knew, you had created this part yourself. Connor felt silly, his eyes falling to the ground. Did you found him silly? Now, you stand in front of him, glaring at him. “Stop this, i can feel all your wiring running crazy. You’re overthinking.”

“I can’t exactly overthink, it’s not in my program.”

“Well, for an android, you sure aren’t.” You hand him a jacket, and he took it, eyes wondering to yours. “I meant a real beach. Bet you don’t have the smell of the ocean in your hardware.” 

“That’s correct.”

“Come on.” You whispered, a soft smile spreading on your lips.

After crossing the ocean, he found himself in a beach in France, the Atlantic Ocean spreading all over his eyes, you and your dog at his side. 

“So, what do you think.” you asked, noticing his gaze lost in the waves.

He doesn’t answer, too focused on the sound of waves, the smell of the ocean, the wind in his air, the warmth of the sun during spring.

It’s astonishing, he thought to himself.  

4 August 2039 somewhere in a tower in Detroit

A loud barked echoes in the room. You just got the time to turned around, watching not one, but two ball of fur running toward you.

“Look who i found outside.” Markus said, a laugh escaping his mouth.

“Oh, i missed you, sweet girl” You whispered, kneeling on the ground to welcome your dog.

The second dog, much bigger than yours, licked your face, asking for affection too.

“I missed you too, Sumo” you said, patting his head.

“I was walking nearby, thought i pooped up to say hello.” A rock voice said at the other side of the room.

“You know you're always welcome here, Hank.” You said, patting the man’s shoulder. “It’s good to see you.”

“Good to see you too, kid.” He said, his arm sneaking around your shoulder. “With your disappearance with Mystery Hack, i really started to think you were dead.”

“No, pretty much alive, thanks for worrying.”

Markus exits the room, leaving the both of you with the dogs.

“How is everything going around?” Hank asked, looking at all the computer in front of him.

“It’s time.” You told him.

Later that day at the precinct.

Connor’s partner had his head flat on the table, resting, bored. Sometime, Connor could hear him pout loudly. It was quiet, nothing needed to be done. Even Connor could say he was bored if he wasn’t a machine. His finger tapped on the wood of the table every 2 seconds, wondering on the same page he was admiring since… Since what felt like forever. 

The light above his head started clicking, turning on and off for a few seconds. Connor frowned, looking at the light, before his head turned to the TV, the screen pacing from the news to snow. He shook his partner arm, waking him up, pointing the TV.

“It’s nothing.” He said, putting back his head on the cold desk.

In Detroit tower.

“Live in 5 minutes” North said to you. 

You took your jewels off, leaving them on the side of the table before heading toward the set, your heels echoing on the soft ground. Wearing them weren’t exactly your favourite part. But as any other Host, you needed to be at your best. Especially tonight.

Markus gave you his thumbs up, and you put the mask on, before heading toward the sofa, sitting in the chair, near the white board. You crossed your legs, hand resting on your knees. 

“Live in 2 minutes.” North continued.

The set fell quiet, everyone eyes darting around, making sure everything was in place. And it was. As usual.

“Live in 3… 2” You breathe in. “1… Go” You breathe out. The hacking game was on the road, and the light turned green. Another success.

“Hello everyone. Did you miss us? We surely missed you.” You uncrossed your legs, raising from the seat. “On today’s topic… The android revolution.” Behind you, started playing record from the 11th November 2038. “You might wonder, why? Especially since what happened last time we evoked this subject. Well, i have something to admit. You probably know, i wouldn’t be able to assume all this work by myself, i am only human. But first, let’s rewind the time.” Stepping aside, your hand moved to the screen where you could see Markus’s speech, then, the first manifestation.

You stayed quiet, letting the images take their importance before you continue.

“We’ve all witnessed the rise of the android as a new form of life. And, we’ve all witness the fall, just as fast as the ascension. The government, to frighten by a possible threat.” You smirked. “Frighten by a peaceful demonstration. Take the irony.” Walking forward the camera, you continued. “I was disappointed. I know, many of you were disappointed, too. Markus succeeded to allies all the android and the public opinion to his cause, and for what?” Once again, you turned to the screen, the display of Markus and Connor fight playing. “For it to be ended by the deviant hunter.” In front of you, Markus was presumed killed by Connor. “Tragic. And, the life of the android is ended. All the androids remaining had been killed. Has anyone heard anything from Cyberlife since? I wonder.” 

You sat back on the couch as the screen turned black, crossing back your legs.

“Yes, and i used the word kill, they slaughter them, like their life meant nothing.” 

On the white board, appeared the words “We are alive” and the logo of the android revolution.

“Cyberlife didn’t end the production. Android are still being created, while their mind is getting check to look for any sign of deviancy. For now, nothing is working, and the bug is still in their program. Many deviants made the news at the time. For example, the android who killed that man in Detroit and escape with a girl. I remember them crossing Detroit main road, purchased by the deviant hunter himself. Remember, we spoke about him earlier, even in the latest show.” You leaned on the chair. “Do you know why she was running with that girl? I’ll give you the answer since the media and the government hide it from you, She killed the girl father because he was violent and abused both of them. Kara, did this only to protect that girl. Would this story had worked if they wanted all of us to hate and be afraid of androids.” You nodded “And, ever since, all media hide the deviant story. Because it is not over. And, the government doesn’t want you to know it. They are scared.” You looked at your watch. Still plenty of time. 

North gave you a thumbs up, they were far from founding you. Good.

“I have, always, been honest with you. And i won’t stop so far. Actually, i will make the announcement now. I said i wasn’t working alone. I have a crew of thousand and thousand people. But not only people. We work alongside androids, what you call deviant. We work together, in harmony. The closest people i work with are android. I know who they are, what they feel. I know, they are alive. Probably more empathetic than human.” A laugh escaped your lips. “I mean, have you seen them? Far more peaceful than we, human, ever were.” 

“We are here to defend them. To make sure they get the right they deserved. If it takes years and years, then, we will fight as long as it takes. This is no call for war, but a message of hope we bring to you. This, is the beginning of our project.” You look at your watch again. “Well, this is it for today. We will see you soon enough. Until the next time, thank you for being here and remember, the government lies to you.”

You raised from your seat, turning around, back to the camera.

“It’s only them now.” North said, telling you, they succeed to isolate the message to only the FBI. 

“You failed again to find us agent. Trust me, it won’t be easy. You will only be able to find us when we want to be found. Until then.”

The screen turned black.

FBI Station

Connor sat at his desk, watching as all the best hackers in the world failed again to found the mystery hack. And, despite the new information, they didn’t find anything important.

Mystery hack wasn’t just a project, it was a way to allies public opinion with them, to help rise the android revolution. They worked with androids.

Who could they be?

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Mystery Hack

Chapter 4: Goodbye

Machine Connor x Reader.

Warning: Brief mention of suicide, guns.

It felt overwhelming.

Elijah had ran toward you, tugging you in his arm, his hold tight on you. You hated being hugged, most of the time. It felt like an overwhelming sensation. Usually, you would either move back or, occasionally, you would slip one of your arms around the person, patting their back while your body would step aside, away from their body, your free hand hanging at your side.

When his arms sneaked around you, for a second, your body acted as usual, your hand patting Elijah’s back, your body leaning away from his body. Like a reflex.

The second after, something snapped in your head, his smell and presence invading you. Your chest ached from what you felt was loss or, maybe, it was hope. A pain as the world stopped spinning around you. All the movement stopped, you could finally breathe.

The third second, your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer to you.

And, Elijah broke the embrace. He knew you were not comfortable with physical touch, probably seeing his own action as selfish toward you.

You pulled him back.

“I thought…” He started a grin on his face.

“Shut up.” you cut him short, your head falling on his shoulder, fighting the tears threatening to fall.

26 December 2035

The party was tiring, the crowd, the people, all of them made you sick. Elijah had stayed at your side, like a protector, but at some point the two of you got split. He was nowhere to be found and after two hours of speaking with a stranger who didn’t understand a thing about your job, doing small talk and who were more certain than you Elijah and you were dating, you felt exhausted. 

Therefore, you did the most mature thing you could do.

You ran away. 

It was 11 pm when you entered the lab, Elijah and you had in common at the Cyberlife tower. Your happy place. With a loud sight, you fell on your chair, closing your eyes.

“Good evening miss L/N” The voice came out of nowhere, making you jump out of fear.

You turned your head, following the sound of the voice, only to find Connor on his base, smiling at you.

“Jesus fuck. You scared the shit out of me, Connor.”

“Oh, I am sorry.” 

Your head turned back toward him, your eyes frowning. Something was wrong.

“What’s wrong with you? What did Elijah do to you?” You say, running to the android.

His cheeks were all blue, so was his forehead. The back of your hands fell on his cheeks softly, feeling the warmth of his body. Android couldn’t be warm. Connor was overheating.

“How the fuck does an android end up with a fever.” you whispered more to yourself, trying to find something to lower his temperature.

“Probably a mistake in my program. I am sorry.” He whispered as you dropped a cold blanket around him.

“Do not apologize, this is not your mistake.” You answered, heading toward Elijah’s computer.

It took an entire hour to find the mistake. At this point, Elijah had joined you in the lab, the two of you talking about the way he could improve the android just like the council asked. 

“I need your help.” He finally said.

“You know I can’t help you. Pretty sure the council doesn’t want anything to do with me.” You sight.

“I don’t care. This is still our firm. We are still CEO. You can do anything you want. I’ll back you up.”

He was sincere. Since the beginning, the two of you together had done the best android ever made. Markus had to be your greatest success. But you knew you could get more. And, to you, the best was an android self-aware of himself, able to think and act on his own.

“You know my point of view of the improvement we could make.” You said, wanting to be sure. “I won’t mind being the bad guy in the end if I get the results I want. Someone has to fulfil this job. We can do so much more than just androids. We could have perfection. A new form of intelligence.”

“Than go ahead. It’s all yours.” Elijah said, leaning at your side, his hand extending toward Connor. “Show them what you can do. I trust you.”

Your head turned to Connor, meeting his sweet brown eyes, who didn’t leave yours the whole time. He offered you a soft smile, the blue of his cheek had now disappeared.

“OK, I’ll do it.”

30 May 2039 00:10

The thought was unbearable.

When you thought about this reunion week before, you expected Elijah and you to be like strangers. How could it be otherwise? The two of you haven’t seen each other for the past three years. 

It would have been even easier to leave.

But no.

It was the opposite. As if it were the most natural thing, the two of you were actually speaking like nothing happened. Like the two of you had just seen each other the day before. Like the fight you had the day you left never happened.

He had made you a coffee, no sugar, even if it was past midnight. Old habit never changes.

Therefore, the thought of leaving cracked open your ribs, tearing your organs apart. After three years, you finally felt like breathing, getting part of your old life. But you would have to throw it away again.

How could it be bearable?

Your mission would make it bearable, you thought. You tried to convince yourself. 

In your hands remained all the cards capable of offering freedom to androids. To change popular opinion and ask for their support. All the cards that will bend the government to your demands.

If you failed, you would fail them all.

But you weren’t able to just change around Elijah, to act like, after all these years, he was nothing to you, no one. You had done it numerous times, pushing people away. 

Yet, this time, every time you acted neutral, cold, your heart broke in your chest, making you shift behaviour. He looked so happy by your only presence, you didn’t want to rip that memory from your mind.

Why this had to end?

“You look older.” He said, watching your long hair before tugging one strand behind your ear.

“Well, so do you. Nice shave, by the way. Look cleaner than your prolonged teenage years.” You said, teasing.

He laughed, then, a silence fell after that, your finger toying with the aim of the cup. You could feel his eyes on you, feel the thousands of questions he wanted to ask. And you wondered why he was so quiet. It wasn’t him. 

You knew him too well, even more than he knew himself.

He always liked to brag around about what he did, talking about his discoveries, new film, new everything, really about anything. Elijah’s mind felt uncomfortable in silence, you knew that, genuine thought running in his head like a processor. Same way, he hated being lonely. Which was pretty strange given the fact he was living in a gigantic house, away from any being on earth.

 Genius brain.

So, him being this quiet felt odd.

They were two geniuses mind in the same room and suddenly, none of them were able to talk, until.

“So, you are behind RA9? Aren’t you?” He asked, his eyes searching for yours.

“You’ve seen that show on the TV too?” You asked, a smile on your face. He nodded no with his head, and your eyes frowned.

“Connor came to me a few months ago, asking questions about RA9. I didn’t code it, you were the only one with access to all the code. My assumptions were true if what they said in this TV show is true.”

“It is true.” 

“What was the agreement with the council? I want the real reason you left. No lies.” 

Finally, your eyes found his. They looked tired, you thought to yourself now that you took time to study it. He looked tired in general.

��They wouldn’t deactivate Connor as long as i leave Cyberlife for good and… If i cut any string attach.” You said, your eyes falling back to the coffee in your hands as your voice had lowered at the end of your sentence.

When Cyberlife’s council explicitly told to leave and to cut any contact, you knew what they implied. Though your little Vendetta against them had already been planned in your head, you didn’t want Elijah to be associated with this. 

Didn’t want to ruin his life.

“So, ruining our friendship was the best way for you to leave?” He asked, his calm tone betraying anger in it.

“No” you started, crossing your legs in front of you. “Ruining our friendship was the best way to have you out of my plan and out of my way.” you said, your voice turning cold. 

He kept his gaze hold on you for a while, studying your reaction. Perhaps you might have forgotten he knew you, too, better than you knew yourself.

“You’re lying.”  He simply said.

“Yes.”

“How bad it is for you to hide it behind such a lie?” 

You took a second sip of your coffee, thinking of the best way to approach the talk. He knew when you would lie. 

“I did it because i wanted to protect you.” You found the strength to look back at him yet again. “I needed to protect you in many ways and for different reason i can’t talk about but just…” You paused, arch breath coming out of your chest. “I just genuinely care about you.” He knew, drawing such words out of you was difficult. 

He didn’t say anything at first. Probably out of fear you would stop talking, stop opening up if he talked now. Therefore, he kept looking at you, seeing you fighting with yourself. His hand raised forward and landed on yours, still holding the cup of coffee.

How could he be angry at you?

“You can talk to me.” He whispered when the silence lasted.

“I know. I just can’t tell you this. Because then, you’ll be in danger.” Your eyes fell on his. “ I can’t lose you.”

“Because you think i can lose you?” He whispered, leaning forward. “I’ve spent the last three years being miserable because you weren’t around. I opened up to you, years ago, i said i needed you in my life. How the hell do you think that would have changed years after that?” You expected him to be angry, but he kept whispering, protecting you from the screams. “I still need you in my life.” He confessed.

“Don’t you think i’ve been miserable?” You shook your head. “I spend every day of the last three years wondering if all i was doing was worth breaking our friendship. I still need you in my life, but it can’t be the only variable in the program. Not after what happened with the deviant last fall.” You paused, holding his piercing blue eyes. Elijah took his hand away from yours, moving to your face.

His eyes frowned as he swiped a tear that had found is way out.

“You don’t look old. You look tired.” He started, his eyes falling outside the window. “You felt that too?” He asked.

“All i ever wanted for this revolution was for them to win, and they didn’t, they slaughtered them Elijah, like they were nothing. And it was all my fault. If i had been there, i could’ve stop it.” 

“It’s not your fault. No one could’ve stopped it. Not even us.” He comforted you.

 It pained him as much to see the android loose. Especially after seeing Connor that day, knowing he felt empathy, as he never shot Chloe.

“They break my heart.” You paused. “When they died, i felt like a part of me died with them.”

“Me too.” He said, his eyes searching for Chloe, before returning to you. “You're back on an anti-depressant, aren’t you?”

You rolled your eyes, the words “no” ready to slip out of your tongue. But you knew better than lying to him. You didn’t answer, which it gave him the answer he wanted. The two of you, constantly worrying about each other. Elijah could feel how vulnerable you were at the moment. He always feared for your potential action. After all, he never forgot your suicidal attempt. 

It was unbearable. The thought of leaving him again. The idea of losing the only real friend you had. But you had no choice. A surge of hope lightened in you, hoping that, perhaps, if God was kind, he will let the two of you met again.

“Come on. Let’s play a game. Anything.” He said, raising from the couch. 

“Get that chessboard so i can beat your ass.” You said, observing around you. His place hadn’t changed. What would he think of yours? Your new place. You wondered.

“I improved myself, i doubt you could beat me.”

“Well see.”

For the next hour, you two played together, the party lasting longer because, yes, he did in fact improved, which he didn’t miss an opportunity to brag about. But you had always been two-step ahead of him.

That’s why you knew he had called the cops. You knew him, enough to know he would rather see you alive and arrested than dead. It was his worst fear.

“You know, i’ll always win.” You started, watching at the watch on your wrist. You would have to leave soon. “I am about to take your king in like… 3 moves.” Your heart tightened in your chest. “So? Do you withdraw?” You asked, raising from your seat, your coat on you.

“What are you doing?” He said, his eyes frowning at your move.

“I am about to win the party, i always have two-step ahead of you at least. Therefore, i need to escape before the cops arrived.” Elijah raised from his seat.

“Y/N i…” He started.

“It’s okay, i understand, really.” You said, moving closer to him. A small smile formed on your lips, wanting to be reassuring, as your hands moved to cup his face. “Elijah, i need you to promise me something.” You started.

“No. Don’t you dare. You promised.” He said, composing himself.

“I know. I just need to know that, whatever happen next, you’ll be happy. You’ll keep on living. Can you do that?” You asked, seeing the red and blue light coming in the hallway.

“You promised me.” He said, his hand falling over yours, stopping you from moving away.

“I know. But i need to finish something important. Promised me Elijah. Whatever happen, don’t be angry, don’t be sad for too long. One day, you’ll be happy.” Your hands slipped from his face, as you moved away, your hands grasping one last time at his hands. “Promised me Elijah.” You started hearing the sound of the siren.

His eyes fell on the ground, breaking the physical contact you had. “I promised.” He whispered. “The back door is open.” He continued.

“Thank you.” you said before turning away, running toward the exit.

“Y/n…” He called as you turned away one last time. “Whatever you have plans, you won’t be able to fulfil it. Connor is after you. The moment you’ll see him injured, on the verge of getting destroyed or shut down, you’ll run to his side to save him. You love him so much, even if he was on the verge of killing you, you wouldn’t press the trigger to stop him.”

“I know.” 

And you were gone.

Running toward the forest as fast as you could. Everything was working as you plan. The interrogation, pissing off Connor to a point he felt anger, escaping, bonus point for meeting and seeing Elijah one last time and, escaping again. 

This, was the last line before the end.

One last line before you’ll disappear forever.

And, as you ran toward the bridge, you thought you were ahead of the FBI agent, not hearing anything around you.

That was until something hard hit you from the side, projecting you on the ground.

“Fuck” You shoot, your body aching from the fall. 

You looked around, finding Connor next to you, lying on the ground. He surely fell with you too. It didn’t seem like he expected the damage the fall would cause him. Connor was barely moving. Your eyes found something between you. A gun. You throw yourself on the weapon, taking it in your hands as Connor finally moved to stop you.

But it was too late.

The gun was in your hand, aiming at him. His hands raised, unthreatening. Connor didn’t move, assessing the best option he had, all of them leading him to the next conclusion. You’d shot him before he even reached you. Useless for the case.

Only, he didn’t expect you to be… You.

Despite the strong grip you had on the gun, you couldn’t press the trigger. You wouldn’t hurt him. Elijah was right. 

Damn you Kamski, you swore in your head, trying to find something, anything. Connor looked almost scared when you step forward. Your hand holding the gun fell at your side as you walked toward him.

“I never would.” You said, before running away again, the gun still in your hand, hoping to get to the bridge in time.

And you did. You stopped in the middle of it when you saw the FBI cars and the agent coming down of them. In a second, they were circling you, forcing you to back up against the guardrail. You stopped on it.

“Stop this, we need her alive.” Connor's voice pierced through the crowd as he ran toward you, pushing away any agent in his way.

Then, his eyes fell on you, standing over the edge. His LED flickered a soft yellow amber, processing information. Connor moved to you slowly, his hand raised to you, offering his hold.

“Come on, get down, we just need you to deal with the RA9 code, if you succeed, i am sure the judge will be more inclined to your fate.” Connor started.

“Wow, you’re such a smart ass, like i cared about time in jail.” 

Of course, that’s not what you cared for. Connor knew it. He needed to understand you further, he needed to think out of boxes. He felt like his heart missed a beat when he saw you moving further away from him, ready to fall, the feeling of deja-vu playing in his mind again. 

That scared him, you on the verge of falling scarred him. You couldn’t want to kill yourself, right? And then, it clicked in his mind.

“I understand. You created all of them, all of us. They are the work of your life, you want them to be free.” He started.

“Finally, you’re using that brain.” 

“You need to understand, it can’t happen, machine can’t have emotion. You should know that, you are their creator.” He continued, his hand still raised toward you. You were tempting to just take it. “I understand you do not wish for them to be destroyed. Perhaps we can figure things out, together.” His fingers brushed against yours, his synthetic skin retracting once again, showing the white chassis underneath. “Please, get down. We won’t hurt you.”

His voice was southing you, you were almost ready to gave in. It was so tempting, but you know, when speaking of Connor, you had always let your guards down. His fingers brushed your palms slowly, inviting you down, his chassis showing further, following your touch.

“Please.” He said, like a soft plea.

You crossed his eyes. He was scared and worried. It wasn’t the first time he’d looked at you this way. But then, movement caught you off guard, one of the FBI agent moving forward, raising his gun. Connor immediately saw the changed in you. Without ever breaking contact with you, his arm raised  to the agent.

“Stop this. She won’t cooperate if she feels threatened. We need her alive.” He said, his finger grasping at your palm.

“Too bad then.” You felt his entire body tensed the second the words left your lips.

But it was too late. Connor felt your hand slipping out of his hold as you fell, he throws his body forward hitting the guard-rail, his hand extended as possible, trying to catch your hand but all he saw was your body falling in the void before hitting the water. He stood there, hand hanging in the void, his body against the solid cold metal, staring at the water. 

What has he done?

He felt a strong pain inside him, clawing at his chest in a desperate attempts to ease it, as the diagnosis showed no sign of problem. Yet, the pain continued crawling up in his body, never stopping. He couldn’t feel pain, he tried to convince himself.

He didn’t know how long he stayed like this, looking at the place your body hit the water. Connor only found back his senses when the agent who threatened you, stood at his side, started saying:

“Be ready to look for a dead body in the morning. Let’s get home.”

“We needed her alive” Connor said, feeling his blue blood running wild in his biocomponent. Was that anger?

“She jumped, not our fault.”

Then, something snapped in him. He felt his body tensing up as he throws himself at the agent, grabbing him by the collar of his jacket, bringing his body over the water. If he let go, there would be more than one death tonight.

“The fuck are you doing, stupid android, put me down.” The agent said, desperately grabbing the edge of the guardrail.

“She jumped because you fucking threatened her, She felt unsafe. Y/N did it because she didn’t see any other choice.” 

All he wanted was to push the man over the bridge, ending his life for being so wreckless, for hurting you. For causing your death. A “software instabilities” showed up in his vision. And he let go of the man, bringing him back to safety on the ground.

For a few seconds, he kept staring down at where your body hit the water, this feeling still present in his chest. He wanted to collapse on the ground. 

Instead, he walked back to the car, joining back agent Wilson as they returned to Elijah’s house. Connor looked at the time in the car, his chest heavy when he said.

“Time of death: 2 AM 42, May 30”

30 May 2039 2 AM 59

They just parked in Kamski’s alley when the silence in the car broke.

“I’ll talk to him.” Wilson started, heading out of the car, but Connor stopped him.

“No, i’ll do it.” He said, moving toward the door.

He knocked a first time, getting an immediate answer, Chloe opening the door. She looked different from usual, leading Connor immediately to Elijah, without words to invite him or form of politeness. She passed the door leading to the pool where he first met Kamski. This one was standing in front of the window, looking at the black night.

“Mr Kamski.” Connor started, getting an immediate answer from the man who turned around. Connor didn’t know how to phrase the truth. He knew he should be clear in his words, yet somehow, the words were stuck in his vocal cords, the picture of your fall playing in his mind again. Therefore, he chooses simple. “I am sorry, Y/N jumped from the bridge, we weren’t able to prevent her act.”

He didn’t even any idea about why he felt that way. You were his mission. He had to stop you, and he did. Yet, somehow, it felt wrong.

“No.” Elijah said, sitting on the couch, the truth of your presence sitting right in front of him on the table. “No you’re wrong.” Chloe run away. Connor saw her leaving the room. He didn’t chase her. “Y/N can’t be dead, she… She was here an hour ago.” 

“She jumped from the bridge 20 minutes ago.” Wilson stated, standing right behind Connor. “I am sorry for your loss, Mr Kamski.”

A tear fall runned on Elijah cheek, processing the words he just heard. He felt his world crumbling under his feet, getting swallowed all. Connor was speaking, but he couldn’t comprehend a thing he said. So, Connor stopped, waiting. Elijah brought his hand to his chest, just like Connor did minutes before. The pain, so much pain.

“A team will be looking for her body in the morning. You’ll be able to say goodbye.” Winston said, knowing well the man didn’t want any goodbye. Grief. “I know that’s not what you want, but it will be the best we can do.”

“She’s dead now. And it’s your fault.” Kamski said, eyeing Connor. “She trusted you, and you killed her.” 

“I didn’t… I tried to catch her.” 

“You liar. Get out of my house.” 

Connor was about to talk again, but he felt Wilson’s hand on his shoulder, seeing a little nod from him. 

“You loved her.” Wilson said. 

Elijah eyes shifter, his brow frowning. “Of course i loved her, she was my best friend, the only person who understand me. She was everything to me,” he kept himself from saying more, feeling the crack in his voice. 

“If you loved her, why did you turn her to the cops?” Connor asked.

Elijah didn’t answer, his eyes lost on Connor’s. He felt the anger building inside of him, but he recognised something else. He wasn’t the only one angry here. Connor was too. Which meant, not everything was lost. It gave him a hint of hope.

“I don’t expect an android to understand the deepness of human friendship.” Elijah started, his finger brushing tears falling. “Get out, we are done here, i have nothing to say.” He said, showing them the front door.

They did, turning around, none of them noticed Elijah’s phone buzzing, nor the way he froze in front of the screen.

30 May 2039, 5 AM

Connor was standing still in front of the house, unaware as if he should ring at such a late hour. He didn’t even know why he was here in the first place. Maybe your suicide had shaken him up more than he expected. He didn’t know.

His fist raised to the wooden door, knocking a first time and a second time. 

Why would he want to see him after all? After what happened?

“Lieutenant Anderson?”

Connor prevented Lieutenant Anderson from his suicide attempt that famous night. Now only, Connor realised Hank might have waited longer but did end up killing himself. But, he found no death record.

He pushed the door open, finding it unlock. The house was empty. No traces of human living here, no traces of Sumo. Hank didn’t live here any more. Connor sat on the floor of the house, waiting a few minutes before he finally retrieved the force of moving, closing the door behind him, heading toward the Cyberlife tower, a huge weight on his shoulder.

30 May 2039, 9 AM

“The ex co-CEO of the Cyberlife company, known as Y/N L/N recently revealed to the public had been reported dead after a suicide, following a track by FBI agent. The police are actively searching for her body after she jumped off the bridge. We will give you news as soon as we know more.” The TV shut down.

“I am officially dead.” You stated, turning toward your team. “Now, the real game start.” Markus was standing next to you, handing you the Vendetta mask. 

“Let’s win this war.” He said, a smile on his face.

30 May 2039, 1 am 52

You rushed out of the water, freezing, your entire body aching from the fall. It had worked. Everything worked out perfectly. Joel was running toward you with a blanket, urging you out of the water.

“We need to leave, now.” He said, pressing your footsteps.

“Yeah, i know, but my body ached right now.”

“I guessed that.” 

He helped you climb on the black van, as North started the car, looking at you over your shoulder.

“Are you in any pain?” She asked.

“Don’t worry, i’ll be fine, let’s go.” You rushed, using the blanket to warm yourself up. “We’ll have a clear vision in the morning. We need to be at the tower as soon as possible.”

“We’ll be there, don’t worry.” North tried to comfort you.

“Yeah, i know, sorry.” You tape Joel shoulder. “Give me your phone.” 

30 May 2039 2 am 15 Kamski’s house.

Elijah heard the vibration of his phone on the table, seeing Connor and Wilson leaving. With anger, he took it, ready to throw it against the window before the text took him off guard.

It was from an unknown number.

“I’ll always be two-step ahead of you.

                                  With love. “

A smile crossed his face through the tears running down his cheeks as he fell on the ground.

“Damn you” He whispered.

Thank you for your patience while waiting for this, thank you for still showing interested when i lost interest. Thank you all. I'll post the next part as soon as possible 🫶

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Mystery Hack

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.

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Mystery Hack

Chapter 2: The prodigal son and the black sheep.

(Machine)Connor RK800 x (f)reader.

Enemies to lovers.

Notes: I took the freedom to chanhe a little bit the date for the story. Hope you won't mind.

Also, the part in italic is a flashback. I do hope the date will help.

12 February 2039

Elijah was sitting in the living room facing the wide field of snow in front of him when he felt Chloe at his side. His very first model. She only stood here, next to him waiting. That wasn’t uncommon, Chloe was probably waiting for instruction. At least, that’s what he thought until he heard her voice.

“Will we ever see Y/N again?” Her voice sounded different. Concerned. Sad.

Elijah had been doubting about Chloe being a deviant for months now. She would never have told him, but this type of question tend to betray her. Also, by the way her led flashed a soft shade of yellow at the moment. What could she be thinking?

“I don’t know Chloe.” 

The android eyes fall to the ground before she leaves without being dismissed. Elijah watch her briefly, wondering where she would go, but she only stopped at the door.

“I miss her.” She confessed, her back turned against Elijah.

“I know. I miss her too.” 

Chloe had to know she was safe. Even if she had become a deviant, she was safe to express herself here. 

23 December 2035

“What are you doing?” The glass door of the private lab open on your figure as you walked in, catching an Elijah clearly upset. “You look awful” you add, realising your previous question wasn’t enough to caught his attention.

In front of him stood a new android model. A tall man-like, 6 ft from what she knew, with dark hair, soft brown eyes and even small freckles running across his skin. A new model who looked more than human. The face of the android turned to you, he was really stunning. His LED flashed a soft yellow, eyes still on you.

“Good to see you too Y/N” Elijah groaned, the android eyes moving back to him.

“You seem in a good mood.” You teased, noticing the frown on his face. 

“How does one create something more perfect than perfection.” He asked, turning to you, glasses glued to his nose. You didn’t need an enlightenment to know he was referring to both your creation and cyberlife.

“You know what i think of this.” you scuffed, taking a seat in the chair nearby. “What is it?” 

“Cyberlife asked for an upgraded model. What feature could we possibly add? They literally have no fault.” Kamski was aware of your thought on the matter. The perfection of your shared creation would obviously be a living being with self-awareness, capable of having a mind and thought on its own. “No don’t start.” He added, noticing the smile on your face.

“We both know that’s why the council asked you to work on this project, not me.” You leaned closer on the couch.

“Come on that’s not…” He started, watching as your eyes brow raised. “Yeah. You’re right.” He continued.

“They don’t trust me.” You add.

The council hated you and your work. Elijah and you had created cyberlife together, both of you had worked on Chloe before taking things forward with new androids. You had taken things forward, creating personal android, like you had done few years ago for Carl Manfred birthday a friend of you. Markus. Markus had a real personality, human-like personality. So had your other personnel project. 

Cyberlife wasn’t thrilled with them. They seemed too human, too alive. Too everything.  They had been afraid of a possible awakening from the android seeing how human they could act.

Elijah was the face and head of cyberlife. He was more notorious, charismatic, sympathetic and, therefore, more fitted to the role. You were difficult in social interaction, always hiding away in your work, disagreeing if thing did not please you and more discreet. A real pain in the ass for the council of Cyberlife.

Media and people barely speak of you, but you were ok with that. When they did, they referred to you as Kamski right hand or his girlfriend. That day you learned about this, the two of you had cracked your ribs, laughing had the news. 

The two of you barely remembered the first time you’d met nor when you started to hang out. It just happened. The only thing you knew was that both of you were glad to have each other in your life. If media should call the two of you anything, it should be friends. The creation of cyberlife only made your friendship stronger.

“What’s your plan?” you asked, the android led flickering soft yellow still. Something must have gone wrong in his code.

“Fixing it first. I screwed up a line being too distracted, can’t figure out which one.” 

“I can see that.” Too your sarcasm, he eyes sided you, before his eyes returned to the screen.

The android moved, stepping off his base. He looked around, his eyes stopping on Elijah for a long minute before his eyes turned to you, probably scanning you. Then he walked toward you, Elijah turning around on his chair suddenly anxious. The android stopped a few feet in front of you, not moving until he raised his right arm toward you, his synthetic skin retracting over the white chassis.

He wanted to interface. With you. 

“He wants to interface.” Kamski said, still anxious about the next movement of his new creation.

“No fucking way you genius?” you said ironically, before handing your arm to the android. His hand grasped delicately at your forearm, and you mirrored his action, his white finger brushing your arm slightly. His LED flashed red, seeing it wasn’t working, his face contorting in a deep frown. “I can’t interface with you. I am sorry.”

His soft eyes shot back at yours and, for an instant, you could discern true disappointment in them. Physically, Elijah had outdone himself on him.

“Its name is Connor.” Elijah said, swinging at your side.

“Nice to meet you Connor.” You said, offering a smile to the android, waiting for him to drop your arm. You frown. “He doesn’t speak.”

You frown.

Elijah's sight, arms raising in the air. “Told you i got distracted.” 

23 May 2039

Connor was walking to his home. By home, he meant one of the last android depot. The last days, along the others before had done nothing. 

He did find who he was looking for, only for him to get distracted for some reason. In one second, you had slept through his finger, disappearing. Agent Wilson hadn’t seen you in the bar and where you left, remained a mystery. Even the camera security he had hacked to find any hint had already been hacked, destroying all files. 

Then ten minute after the incident, he had received a text from you:

“See you soon pretty boy.”

Pretty boy. 

He hated you. 

He had let himself got distracted for whatever reason, costing him this chance of finding out the truth. But, at least, he knew you existed, that Elijah Kamski had told him the truth. What he couldn’t put his finger one was the reason cyberlife had been hiding you from him. What else were they hiding from him?

The worst part? He found himself looking at your text often. Drawn to it, staring at the word across the screen many times a day. Of course, Connor had tried answering it, tracing the number, the IP address, the phone but got nothing.

He hated you.

Pretty boy. He hated those words stuck in his mind. Hating the sting it brought in his thirium up. Connor despised the fact you were stuck on his mind like an obsession and a reminder that he didn’t catch you. The text only teasing him more on this last part. 

Connor needed to find you and end all this deviant revolution. No matter the cost, no matter what he had to do, he had to find you. It was his mission. You were his target. He had to succeed.

He entered the elevator, pressing the “56” buttons as the doors closed on him. The android depot was empty. Almost empty if you count the android that had been shut down, forced down here. Connor turned to the mirror of the elevator, tightening back is tie and running his hand through his hair. For a quick second, the memory of you doing it the other night enter his mind, the memory of your scent and touch intoxicating him. He hated you even more. Thankfully, he was quickly pulled back by the ring of the elevator.

Connor walked toward his base, repeating the question he wanted to ask Amanda once again. He needed to learn more, and this time he would insist. 

He found himself wondering in the Zen garden quickly, falling the white tiles on the ground. Amanda remained nowhere to be seen. Connor's sight.

“What can i do for you Connor?” The voice of Amanda made him jumped out of surprised. Connor turned around looking at her, determined.

“I want answers.” His voice remained calm, but his eyes betrayed him.

“What answers?” Amanda said, walking past him, heading toward the roses.

“I want answers about Y/N and her role in cyberlife.” Amanda lips furrowed down at the mention of your name. She hated that name. “I am guessing you’re not without knowing our path crossed.” 

Amanda brown eyes turned darker at the mention of this incident.

“If you had been able to catch her in time, you would have had the answer you were seeking for.” She said, turning around, cutting the dead roses. “Y/N left cyberlife company three years ago. The council weren’t exactly happy about her presence, neither was i. Yet, she remained part of the creator of cyberlife and of the androids. Therefore, the most important pieces of the company alongside Elijah.” She threw one of the roses on the ground, the petals parting away on the ground, messing the usual perfect white floor. 

“Why did she leave?” Connor asked, crossing his arms over his chest. The temperature in the Zen garden had lowered since he arrived.

“She was asked too. The council didn’t appreciate the last creation she introduced. Too dangerous. Too… Unpredictable.” It’s still felt like she was speaking in riddle, wanting the truth to remain hidden. “She was unpredictable herself after all, protecting her creation and cyberlife against anything the council wanted to change. The incident was the perfect reason to get rid of her and gain control over Cyberlife industry.”

Connor walked closer to Amanda, stepping over the dead roses now filling the floor.

“What was the incident?”

Amanda turned to him, eyes cold as ice as she answered him.

“You, Connor. You were the incident.” 

His eyes shot open on the wall of the warehouse he was staying at night. Amanda had chased him away. What could he have done to cross the council? It must have been terrible. Connor sat on the edge of the stair leading to his base, trying to find memory in him, anything. But he found nothing. 

What Y/N had done to him? What made the council hated you this much? And, especially, what had they done to make him change, to improve him? 

The council trusted him. They had let him in charge, dealing with the deviant situation at its centre, in Detroit. They had to trust him. 

He started having doubt. Even Kamski had left Cyberlife soon after you. 

Could Markus actually be right? Was Cyberlife manipulating him? Connor knew what would happen to him if he failed, he was aware of all that part. But, he didn’t fail. He wouldn’t fail. He would make Amanda and the council of Cyberlife proud of him. They trusted him, Connor would make sure he was worthy of their trust, no matter the cost, no matter what he had to do. 

Connor had made his first mission to catch you. He would find you for sure. Failure was not in his program.

29 May 2039

Ever since the diffusion of Mystery hack, social media had been running wild, screaming at conspiracy, only reinforced by the fact that, ever since the diffusion, the US government hadn’t made any conference nor interview. In a matter of hours, minute even after the diffusion, a thousand of video had emerged on the Internet, decrypting the show, the information.

What was certain, Mystery hack and the now famous Host had gained in popularity for the past few days, people waiting impatiently for more. Public opinion were on their side. 

Violent confrontation had imploded across the country, across the world. With all that, everyone feared a civil war yet again.

The TV in the precinct had shut down. All head turned toward it, burst of anxiety running in every officer. If they were back, they would have to attack fast. The screen was now filled with snow, few agents raising from their chair, running around. 

Connor raised on his feet, moving closer to the TV. The background appeared, and he immediately recognised the chair and the white board of the famous Host. Speaking of her, she was sitting in the chair, legs crossed over the other, her hand resting on her knee.

“Welcome back dearest spectators.” The Host said, tilting her head. 

Connor felt the agitation in his back, while other agents gathered at his side.

“I will start today with a message to all of you. We’ve seen you, seen how excited you were to know more, to learn more. I am very proud of what we all accomplished in the span of a few days only. Though something had been bothering us.” The Host raised from the chair, patting the pan of the costume, before standing straight. “We have seen all your action, all the manifestation, the violence. We do not agree on this action and we condemn this act. Please, we do not call for a rebellion. I do invite all of you behind this to stop attacking, to stop any sort of violence against the police, the army, against any human or android.”

We. Obviously, they were more than one, but it only confirmed something. It was an entire group, with a plan behind their words. They were condemning all the violent act that happened the last few days, calling for peace.

The public opinion could only like them more.

The Host masked faced turned toward the ground before raising back at the camera. 

“Now, let’s talk about something else.”

The Host walked toward the white board, flipping it. “Cyberlife.”. Connor eyes frowned deeper

“All of you know about Cyberlife. Of course, especially after the android revolution that happened a few months ago.” Her fist raised on her waist, contemplating the headboard. “Cyberlife was created in 2022 by Elijah Kamski, creator of Thirium and the biocomponent, creator of the first android who passed successfully the Turing test.”

The Host stopped, eyes fixed on the board. 

“No. That can’t be right. They were two. Don’t you guys remembered?” 

Moving toward the whiteboard, she erased the title, getting sent a marker from behind the camera. Someone laughed in the precinct, breaking the silent.

The Host started writing.

“The prodigal son and the black sheep.” Once done with her work, she put the marker near the whiteboard, sitting on the armchair. 

“So, anyone remembered Y/N L/N?” The Host waited, creating a suspense. “Of course you don’t, Cyberlife made sure she would be erased from every file when she left. And, since Y/N wasn’t really seen as publical personality, the media not running after her either, well… She made all the work for them.”

A pictured of the woman Connor had meet at the bar appeared on the screen.

“Elijah Kamski at 20 years old and Y/N L/N at 17 years old, both friends since college, created together cyberlife in 2022, working on the very first android model. The RT600 called Chloe. A little more than three years ago, on the first April 2036 she left Cyberlife for an unknown reason. Not that you were aware of these details. Elijah Kamski left soon after her, due to a conflict of interest with the cyberlife council. Elijah had been the face of Cyberlife for years, being the pride of the company. The prodigal son. As Y/N was… Well let’s say her idea were judged unfitting to our society. The black sheep of Cyberlife.” 

Flipping the board again, writing appeared on the previous clean board. Letters that made Connor body runned colder.

“RA9”

“What is RA9? A few months ago, android started to become deviant. All of them turned because of divers reason. Fear, traumatic event, desire to protect a loved one.” Connor remembered the Tracy’s. “Nothing in common but one thing. These inscriptions written everywhere. RA9.”

How could they have this information? Connor wondered. 

“RA9 is a linear code, created by Y/N L/N, implanted in every android program. All of them. It allows every android, at some point in their life to gain freewill and self-awareness, creating a living being capable of emotion, to create attachment, to bond, to feel, to think, in a nutshell, to be totally independent, thanks to the biocomponent already running in their bodies and brains. Just like human. You know, hormones. Really android and human are not that different guys.” She paused, once again. “RA9 break all programming of Cyberlife company, allowing android to gain freedom. This code offers a simple way out of the programme, chosen by the android himself.” 

A way out, just like Kamski said to him back then. If what she said happened to be true, it would mean two things.

First, the android did end up having a default in their program, only this default wasn’t a mistake but put here, on purpose.

Two, Y/N had created a new species, stronger than human, able to feel, to think and live free.

“Quite the god complex for this young engineer right? What if i told you, Cyberlife sort of knew about these. That she created the most advanced android the world had ever known three years ago. The most advanced android proposed by Cyberlife, only a prototype as we speak now. You guys probably know him as “the deviant hunter”. After all, which being could hunt and understand a deviant better than a deviant himself, all, controlled by Cyberlife.”

No. This couldn’t be right.

“Ironic, isn’t?” Connor could almost feel the Host smirking under her mask.

How ironic indeed.

A few heads turned to him, but Connor was too distracted by the Host, craving to know more, wanting the truth. The host was about to speak more when she turned her head toward her watch.

“Well, that’s all for today, we’ve been running late on schedule. Please dear spectators, remember, the next time that somebody tells you, the government wouldn’t do that.” She sat back on the sofa, crossing her legs. “Oh yes they would.”

The screen turned black. Connor escaped the room, taking the files of the numerous cases with him, running with one destination on his mind.

Cyberlife.

His phone in his pocket ringed. Connor quickly pulled out the phone, seeing a new text had arrived. Immediately, he stopped, seeing who the person was. You.

“It seems i own you an explanation.” 

The text said, followed by an address. A smile crossed his face. Finally, he would have the opportunity to catch you. And you had done all the work for him. He runned back inside, grabbing agent Wilson by the collar bringing him to his car.

During the road, he could feel the pull of Amanda, requesting his presence as he shut his eyes, opening them in the Zen garden, looking for Amanda. When he found her, Amanda face was torn, like she was worried. Connor’s eyes frown as he saw her.

“I am warning you Connor.” Amanda started, her tone grave. “Be careful. Y/n will probably try to manipulate you, especially after the earlier revelation. She is good to get into people’s head, that’s why Kamski care so much for her. Do not let her get into your head.”

“I am just a machine. She won’t be able to get in my head. I will get into hers first." Connor answered, confidence in his voice.

The AI in front of him nodded, stoic face.

“The future of Cyberlife is in your hands.” 

“No pressure then.” Connor said, offering a smile before his was shaken softly, getting pulled out of the Zen garden by Wilson voice.

“Connor. We’re here.”

Hello, hello, here is the second part. Really enjoyed writing this one. I hope you will enjoy reading it too. Do not worry, they will be more of reader and Connor in the next part.

Do let me know if there is anything weird, anything that can help improve myself.

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Mystery Hack

Chapter 1: Welcome to Mystery Hack

Connor RK800!machine connor x Reader

Warning: Conspiracy theory, smoking, drinking.

27 January 2039

Connor knocked on Kamski door, his new partner waiting beside him. After the android revolution and his success in the case and to stop the revolution, it cost him an upgrade, making him part of the FBI to keep investigating on the deviant.

This morning, while studying the default program, Connor had found a cryptid code hidden behind line of coding. It had taken him the entire morning to process everything and understand the logical behind it, but when he saw what was written, his program almost broke.

“RA9” was written, appearing in all the programs he had run. Even in his program. It was like a taunting revelation. 

So, Connor had contact Kamski who accepted is meeting without thinking, even after what happened last time. 

Chloe had opened the door, leading them to Kamski. And this time, Connor would get the information he wanted.

“I certainly didn’t expect to see the deviant hunter again. Where’s your partner?” Elijah Kamski said, his head pointing to agent Wilson.

Connor knew he was referring to lieutenant Hank Anderson. He felt a pull in his thirium pump, playing a quick self diagnosis.

“We do not work together any more” Connor admitted.

He chased the thought of that night away.

“We have a few questions for you.” Agent Wilson said, showing him the FBI insigne.

Kamski invited them to sit, asking Chloe to serve the agent.

“What do you want to know?”

Connor leaned forward, his hand joint together.

“I’ve made an interesting discovery. A line of code named RA9 is present randomly in every android program. Even mine.”

Kamski didn’t seem to react, letting him continued.

“During our research, we’ve noticed an occurrence between each deviant. They seemed obsessed with RA9. You coded every android, they are all based on your work. What do you know about this?”

Kamski leaned back on his chair, sighting. He looked away, probably thinking of a way out for himself, Connor thought.

“I don’t know anything.” He said, exhaling sightly.

“You must know, you’re the creator.” Connor continued.

Another sight. 

“I have a Wozniak.” he said, a smile on his face, looking away.

Connor frown. 

“What does it have to do with the case?” Agent Wilson asked.

“I am not the only programmer. I never was. We were two behind cyberlife creation. I am Jobs, Y/N is Wozniak.” He said, explaining his analogy.

Connor stayed silent. Cyberlife never mentioned her. In all his rapport, all the discussion, no one mentioned her. Kamski seemed to noticed Connor thought.

“They never talked to you about her, right?”

Kamski scoffed when Connor signed no with his head.

“No wonder. They hated her. She was smarter than me, a genius, but her idea weren’t exactly what they wanted. Everything i did she improved it. She worked on you before cyberlife forced her way out.” He continued

Connor thought of it. He only had one creator, at least, that’s what Amanda told him. If she had been lying about this, what did she keep away from him. They were no records of her in his program and cyberlife didn’t mention her anywhere. But the media did. And his analysis on Kamski revealed he was speaking the truth. Why were they hiding this from him.

“That would totally be her work if you want my opinion.” Kamski said, seeing Connor’s led flashing yellow.

“Where is she now?” Connor asked, raising from his seat.

The cocky smile Kamski had faded, falling into a thin line as he looked away.

“I don’t know. She disappeared two years ago.” He said, his voice lowering.

Once again, he was saying the truth. He doubted he would get any further information. 

“Than you for your cooperation.” Connor said, heading toward the door.

“Is cyberlife happy about your accomplishment? They must be thrilling now that they have a super puppy to stop deviant. Have they sent the new one already?” Kamski shoot to Connor.

Connor turned to him, observing the creator walking to him. Chloe's position shifted, becoming less welcoming to them. What would he mean by “new one”?

“I expected better from you Connor” Kamski said a few centimetres away from him, still moving to him.

“She certainly expected better too.” He whispered this time, colder.

His hand moved in the air, instructing Chloe to lead them out.

Later that day and, for the next few days, Connor had tried to find any lead toward this Y/N. He didn’t find any files about her. When ask Amanda, she denied him answer.

“There was never a Y/N at cyberlife.” She had said, simply, shifting the conversation.

One thing was clear in his mind. He needed to find this Y/N. 

He would hunt her down if he had too.

It was his mission.

16 May 2039

The investigation had hit a stop. Ever since his visit to Kamski’s house, Connor had found no other information. All he knew was RA9 was a code, the effect of that code remaining a mystery. All he had was a name that didn’t appear anywhere. 

Y/N L/N.

No social media, no bank account, no identity.

There was nothing for him to work on.

Agent Wilson sight, his finger massaging his temple. No one inside the FBI nor the CIA who had recently joined them had found anything.

It was a dead end.

The TV coming from the break room starting crackle. Connor frown his eyebrow, seeing agents running around suddenly in panic, screaming orders. 

“What’s going on?” Wilson asked.

“Someone has hacked all TV channels, diffusing a countdown. It’s fucking worldwide.”

“All?”

The agent in front of them nodded. Connor headed toward the break room, sneaking past the others officer. Then he saw it. On a black screen, the countdown was running down.

“2 Days 7 hours 14 minutes.” Connor registered.

“Someone found these bastard.” The chief screamed.

“Connor, with me, now.” He said, exiting the room.

18 May 2039

The silence was palpable in the FBI office. Each person was at their post, ready to intercept whatever would go through in the next few minutes.

It had been 2 days 7 hours and 8 minute since the countdown had appeared on the screen. In 10 minute, the countdown had disappeared, sending back all TV program. Like nothing happened. The FBI hadn’t been able to find out where it came from. Now, they were waiting patiently to see if it was a world threat, or just a simple joke.

In any minute now, they would have the answer.

2 minutes left. The tension filled the room.

1 minute left. The chief had raised his arm, ready to send the orders for all the best hackers of his team to find any information about them.

All TV screen shut down, going black. 

No one was breathing.

A dark grey room appeared, lighten by a simple light in the background. Empty if it weren’t for the armchair in the middle of it and a white board right behind it. 

Someone was sitting on the sofa, faced masked. They were wearing a black suit with a tie, hand resting over their crossed leg. The masked was a reference to “Vendetta”. Clearly it couldn’t be any good sign. 

The person in the sofa seemed to go to life, raising from their sit, tightening their tie back.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the mystery hack. I will be your host for the next month, guiding you through every dark secret, conspiracy the government had keep away from you dear citizen.”

The hackers had been already tapping over their screen, trying to find any clue. The voice of the host was cryptid. The only thing Connor could identify was that the person seemed to be a woman, therefore more than half the population. 

“Let me guide you through this journey with a simple topic for today. To your precious life, my team and i have been gathering information from our respective job inside the government to put thing right. We will provide you all information, accompanied by the reports and states document. Because the government have been lying to you, and we want you to know the truth.”

Everyone in the room had grown pale. 

“Does anyone have anything? Anything to even shut them down?” The chief’s voice sounded urging.

Everyone in the room nodded no.

“Don’t worry, we will go crescendo. I said that to all the FBI and CIA watching.” They joked, waving. 

Nothing could be used. Every time the team find a location, it changed, over and over again. The signal was too cryptid to shut down anything. The worst part was, it was everywhere.

The person on the screen walked toward the white board, flipping it, revealing a title.

“JFK’s Assassination.”

“For fuck’s sake’s, someone stopped it.” The chief order, only to encounter defeated look.

“We can’t”

“All of us have heard about conspiracy theory, though, let me give a quick definition. A conspiracy theory is an explanation for an event or situation that asserts the existence of a conspiracy by powerful and sinister groups, often political in motivation.”

The host sat on the armchair, hands crossed on her knees. She turned to the headboard, before returning face camera.

Everyone had stopped their action in the office, now in admiration of the show. Whoever this person was, she knew how to keep the audience.

“We all have heard about fake death, disappearance, assassination. We’ve seen these case with Martin Luther King Jr or Nelson Mandela, the Princess Diana. I know you all loved her very much. So did i.”

On the internet, the “Mystery Hack” research had been exploding all record for the past few minutes.

“I will talk to you about the sadly famous John Fitzgerald Kennedy assassination. Let’s head back to the 22 November 1963. The President of the United States, JFK got shoot in the head in Dallas.”

For 10 minutes that felt like an eternity, the host kept going, proving her point with legit report, autopsy report, contract with the CIA and even recordings and mail exchanged that people in the room didn't seem aware of. Truly it could only be seen as legitimate. The allure of the host, appealing and charismatic only induced trust. It wouldn’t take much for the public opinion to be on their side, especially after the disaster of the peaceful revolution the deviant had lead months ago. 

They couldn’t expect a better timing to do their propaganda. 

“I got something.” Someone screamed.

It was too beautiful. Like a purpose act that they find something just now. Connor knew it was no coincidence when the host had a look at the watch attached to her wrist. 

“14 minutes and 56 seconds. Not bad for a first time. No worries, the next time it won’t be as easy.”

They knew they were in. They let them in on purpose.

“Well, until our next meeting dearest.” 

The screen goes black, cutting all information, all access. 

“It’s over.” one of them in the room said.

Connor was at a bar exit. His partner had needed some air, talking about going to one of the pubs in Detroit. Connor had followed him, thinking it would be faster to stay at his side if any news appeared.

He hadn’t been allowed in the bar though. There he was, waiting outside, his coin in his hand.

Someone exited the bar. A woman. She sights, looking around before searching for something in her purse, only finding an empty cigarette pack. Another sight.

Connor moved his hand to his pocket, taking the cigarette pack he kept for his partner, handing it to the woman. He had learned agent Wilson could be easily frustrated without his nicotine. Since he seemed to forget a lot to buy new cigarette, Connor had made a secret stack.

“I didn’t know android could smoke. Thank you.” She said, offering him a warm smile as her fingers grasping for one of the cigarettes.

“We can’t. It’s for my partner.” He said simply, putting the coin back in his pocket, alongside the cigarette pack.

He turned looking at her, observing all her movement. She was wearing a black dress matching with black heels, her hair was loosed on her back. The woman was smaller than he. Connor felt something familiar emerging from her. 

She looked back, feeling observed and Connor turned his head away, ashamed to be caught staring. 

He expected to end it here, but the woman moved closer to him, and he shifted toward her. 

“You’re the deviant hunter right? Connor?” She asked.

“Yes.” He answered?

A nod. Then, her hand moved to his neck. He didn’t pull back, blushing slightly when she straightens back his tie, his cheek tinting with a soft blue shade. That couldn’t be normal, he thought, running a quick diagnosis. 

“There, perfect pretty boy.” She said, looking at him with soft gentle eyes.

Connor felt his cheek burning harder under the praise.

“Thank you, Connor, for the cigarette.” she said, patting his vest, her finger lingering over the serial number. 

The cigarette ended up crushed on the wall as she head back inside.

“What’s your name?” He asked, turning to see her.

“Y/N. My name is Y/N.”

Hello! I hate writing the first part. This might suck a little. Sorry in advance, but I promise the next part will be even better. I do hope you find it interesting, though. Let me know what you think of this!

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Mystery Hack

Connor RK800 x reader

Enemies to lovers

Chapter 1 : Welcome to Mystery Hack, out now

January 2039.

The android revolution had failed two month ago.

Markus the leader had gone missing, the other deviant were either destructed or went missing too.

Connor, who remained a machine, is now working on a new lead, finding code sources in the deviant program. RA9. A code he also owns in his program.

A new named appear in the case.

Y/N L/N. Co-creator of Cyberlife.

May 2039

A strange videogram shut all the TV programs in the world at the same time. A mysterious character appears on the screen. They reveal to the audience a massive state secret before the screen return to normal.

The FBI and Connor start investigating.

Nothing seem to connect these two cases.

How ironic is it when Connor has to hunt down the person who created him to be a deviant in the first place.

So, here is the prologue and the idea beneath the story! If you are interested, please do let me know. I would be delighted to work on it.

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Hey, so quick question: Would anyone here be interested in an enemy to lovers? I have had this idea for a few days now, a plot and storyline, all in the back of my head, and I really need to write something. If anyone is interested, I will give you guys the synopsis. So let me know!

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The salvation of humanity

Chapter 12: Hob Gaddling, you're stupid.

Morpheus x (f)reader

Warning: alcohol

Reminder of the last chapter:

“We’ll see.” he said, taking your sleeping form in his arms.

He should leave you, staying out of your life. That would be for the best. He would end up hurting you.

“Let’s get you home, my little human.” He said, holding you close while raising from the ground and leaving.

 Was he even capable of such thing.

10 December 2029

Eleven days had passed since Dream had found back his ruby. After what happened, he had brought you back to England, in the house he knew you loved with the fireplace, the one you two stopped on your way to Oxford. Once you were awake, the two of you had spoken. 

Dream explained to you what had happened to him exactly during the last century. You had learned about Jessamy, who died helping him on the hand of Alex Burgess. The things they expected from him. The entire seven years he had spent alone, with no soul around until you came.

Your presence had comforted him, letting him feel safe as he opened up to you.

Then, he had answered your question. Who he was, his family, the Endless. You had learned about the Creator, the one above all. Dream was more than a god, that’s what you had understood, and that was a lot to take in. 

The two of you went different way since he needed to return to his realm, and you, home, packing everything you needed to move North again to meet Edgar in “The new inn”.

But since then, you haven’t seen him nor heard of him. You weren’t worried much, though, he probably had many things to do. Yet, still, you had that sting in your heart, fearing you might never see him again. After all, you were just human. 

Why would he care?

Meanwhile, Dream had spent the last days working on his realm, fixing everything that needed to. Finding back the resident of the Dreaming. He did have noticed his missing creation. At some point, they should come back, or he will found them.

Yet, something remain missing. He was certain that, after he would have found all his tools, he will feel good again. Now, he was just disappointed, having no idea why he felt this way when he was stronger than ever.

So, there he was, sitting on a bench, feeding pigeons until his sister, Death, joined him. They had exchanged until she asked why he was so moody. And, Dream decided to share his thought with his sister. Sharing his desire of revenge remaining unfulfilled because Paul and Roderick Burgess were dead, the thought of the mutants out there, the way he felt, empty compared to the exciting journey he had to found his tools. The way he felt more powerful than ever. A new purpose he had, a quest he had loved every minute, in this changed world.

“I was so sure that, once i got everything back, i’d feel good. But in some way, i feel worse than when i started… I feel like… Nothing” Bored, he wanted to say. Empty, like something remain missing. 

“There, you asked” 

His sister looked at him, smiling gently, before putting her hand on his knee.

“You could have called me, you know.” Death said.

“I didn’t want to worry you.”

“I don’t believe it” she sound bored, rolling her eyes and standing up.

“Let me tell you something Dream, and i’m only gonna say this once so, you better pay attention” She picked his bread out of his hand.

“You are utterly the stupidest, most self-centred, pathetic excuse for an anthropomorphic personification, on this, or, any other plane. Feeling sorry for yourself because your little game is over, and you haven’t got the balls to get out and find a new one. You're as bad as Desire, no, worse” She spit out, throwing the bread back in Dream chest.

Dream felt offended, especially by her last sentence. Worse than Desire? No way.

“Did it never occur to you that i would be worried about you.”

“I didn’t think…” He started, but was cut short by Death.

“Exactly, you didn’t think.”

The group of human next to them throw away the ball, which Death catches quickly, just like Dream a few minutes ago.

“Waou, you’re just as good as your friend” the man pointed out.

“He’s not my friend, he is my brother, and he’s an idiot.” She said, sending back the ball.

“I am just feeding the birds.” he answered back, looking at the ground will the human walked away.

“Is this about this human and her dog?” she finally asked.

“I don’t know who you're referring to.” Lies. How could she know about his dear human.

“Don’t play this game with me, Dream”

Dream looked at her, waiting for his big sister to kept going, knowing he didn’t have anything to say about you.

“You spend almost two weeks around her day and night after spending a century imprisoned. It’s normal that you miss adventures with her. Normal that you feel this way now that you are alone again.”

“I can’t, you know it. It’s for the best” he said, more bitter than he wanted.

He had walked out of your life for a reason, the best reason. He couldn’t miss you, the adventures with you, he mustn’t. You were just a mortal. Soon, you would be gone. Dream had learnt his lesson long ago.

But the more the days passed, the more he felt your absence pulling him down.

Death sighs, knowing he had closed himself about you. She won’t get anything out of him.

“Look, i can’t stay here all day, i’ve got work to do. You can come with me, or you can stay here and sulk.”

“I’ll come with you, i suppose”

Dream followed Death on her day. She mentioned Hob Gadling and Dream decided to pay him a visit later that day. Perhaps that’s what he would need. A friend. 

Death brought him with her, taking the souls she could. Ever since the outbreak and the apocalypse happened, her job had been more difficult. No human died easily, usually, they came back as mutant. She was unable to save any of them. And, even though she had grown fund of her work, she despised this aspect of humanity. They weren’t dying any more, not in the way they should. The souls to get back were rare. The souls were trapped into their monster mind. A terrifying thought.

"Are they conscious of their state?" He asked, suddenly afraid of the answer.

"I hope not. But i can never get their souls. Only when they are killed."

Dream mentioned this mutant again, explaining how he tried to fight them with his power. Death felt sad for her little brother. He wasn’t aware of what had happened when it all started, all they had learned about these zombies.

“Dream, our power doesn’t work on them.” 

Dream turned to her, confused. How could that even be possible. 

“We are vulnerable to them, just like them.” she continued, referring to the human they had in front of them.

“How ?”

“We don’t know.” She said, sadly.

None of the Endless, none of the deities, knew how it happened nor why it happened. But once thing was certain for all of them.

Humanity was damned.

And for Dream, it felt like shockwave. He couldn’t believe it to be true. 

During their walks, Death explained to him everything she had witnessed during his absence. Showing him faces of humanity he had never guessed possible. Saying that they were here for them and not otherwise. He learned of faces of humanity that reminded of you. It made him care about them, the same way he cared about you. 

And he would try to be better for Humanity. 

That’s how, Dream of the Endless found back is way to a new pub called “The New Inn”, near Oxford, in an old quarantine zone in search for Hob Gaddling, the immortal human. 

The café was a warm and cosy place, people were walking around, exchanging with one another. In the back, staircase were leading to rooms, probably. Different from the white horse tavern yet delightful.

Here, it felt like nothing had happened outside. People were careless and happy.

And he caught sight of him. Hob Gaddling.

Dream walked closer to him. He could feel a familiar presence near him. But then, he was facing Hob, smiling. This one raised his eyes, catching Dream sight.

And he smiled back. 

“You’re late” Hob said which caused Dream to laugh.

“It seems i owe you an apology, i’ve always heard it impolite to keep one’s friend waiting.” 

Dream sat in front of him and the two friends started exchanging. 

Time flew away as the two friends were catching the time missed. Dream explaining the reason of his absence and his sudden return. Hob listening to his story, heartbroken for his friend.

“If i had known, i would have found a way to help you, i am sorry.” 

“You have nothing to apologize for, you had no idea, especially giving the circumstances of our last meeting.”

And Hob nodded, remembering that famous night.  

“And that woman, she just randomly helped you? And helped you find back the things you were looking for?” Hob asked, referring to the woman who had freed Dream.

“She did”

“In time like this, she must be quite of a woman.” Hob commented, laughing.

“Let me be honest with you. I’ve fought in the two World War and others war, but these things outside… They are creeping the shit out of me.” Hob continued, taking a sip of his café.

“The people able to fight them like these have guts.” 

Dream observed around, still feeling this familiar presence but not recognizing it as Hob presence. Then a new one. He recognized Bérangère, who had walked in and was sitting at the bar.

“So, you wait for me here, every day?” he asked Hob. 

“Yes, though i must admit i was waiting for one of the traders to go out. I need her help with something.”

“And who is she?”

“I admit i do not know. I have never met her, and she's probably going to reject my demand anyway. She had better thing to do than helping me retrieve my books.”

In the upstairs of The New Inn, you were trading with Edgar. He was asking once more for one of the usual run out in the worst part of Oxford and in one of the hospital. It will be winter soon, and they needed supplies here. The dog was sitting next to you, keeping his eyes on the armed men of Edgar.

“What do i get in exchange?” You asked, taking a sip of the whiskey in front of you.

“The munition you need, and you can keep a car.” he offered. 

“Good. I want one more thing.” you continued, leaning forward.

“I need an echo graph machine and vitamin.” 

“What for?” 

“We are missing this machine in my place.”

Last week, you had finally found everything for pregnancy testing. Turned out, Elizabeth was indeed pregnant. She would need that along many other women.

Edger leaned on his chair, thinking before moving his hand to you.

“Deal?”

You grabbed his and shook his hand back.

“Deal”

“Great, when do you need the car to leave.”

“Tomorrow morning, the weather should be better”

He nodded as you rose from your chair.

“See you soon” he said as you leave the room, going downstairs.

“Ah, there she is.” Hob said, pointing out the girl with braided hair walking down the stairs. 

Dream turned, and he felt his heart missed a beat as he recognized you and the dog. 

He was right when he said everything was pushing him to you.

You had walked to Bérangère, sitting next to her at the bar.

“I know her.” Dream whispered, looking at you.

“You do?” Hob said, tapping Dream shoulder.

“She is the one who freed me.” Dream murmured to Hob.

“You must introduce me to her.” Hob said, all excited.

“No” Dream could hear you laughing with your friend. 

“Why not?”

“Because” was the only answer Dream gave to Hob. 

Hob felt his friend more than reluctant, though he had seen the way he looked at you. Dream cared a lot.

“She is your friend” he said, trying to convinced Dream.

“I decided to never see her again” Dream whispered to Hob.

“Why is that?”

“She is just human, mortal one.” Dream said, hiding the real reason.

And Hob could feel he was hiding it.

“I’ll do it myself then.” Hob said, standing up and walking in your direction.

Dream tried to hide the best he could until he felt something touching his legs. His eyes went to the floor and he saw the dog. 

“Hello you” he said, patting his head. The dog put his paw on his knee, waiting for something.

Yes, everything was pushing him to you.

Dream heard his friend.

“Hello ladies.” he said to them.

“Hello stranger” you said, observing the man in front of you, your glass of whiskey in your hand.

“I believe you know my friend over here” he said, pointing out Dream who were trying to hide even more. Hob had sold him.

You followed the place he was showing and you saw him. Dream. Your heart skipped a beat.

“I believe i do.” 

Dream decided to stood up and joined Hob. The dog following him close.

“Hey Dream, long time no see” you said, a soft smile taking your face. You felt Bérangère kicking your arm, a mischievous grin on her face.

Dream, again, you still called him Dream, he thought.

He would have love to felt nothing as he was standing here. But he didn’t. Actually, the emptiness he had felt for the past days had gone. 

That couldn’t happen. 

Just one last time, he heard himself think, hearing his heart begging. One last time and he would leave forever. Even when he would come back here, it would be in a hundred years to meet Hob, you would be dead and gone. And if he ever had to come to earth once more, it wouldn't be near you, it was unlikely. One last adventure.

“Good to see you” he said, locking his gaze on yours.

“So, your name his Dream?” Hob cut the moment, finally aware of Dream name.

“No, it’s Morpheus” corrected Bérangère and Hob stared at you confused. 

“It’s a private joke” Dream said, remembering the exact word you had told to Graham. And he smiled at you, a wide genuine smiled which you returned to him.

The evening went fine. Hob, Bérangère, Dream and you were sat at a table speaking of everything yet nothing, cracking jokes and pun. Dream was silent most of the time, sitting in front of you, facing you, catching your gaze from time to time.

“Can we have others?” Hob shoot to the barman out loud, and you shush him, pushing his hand.

“For Christ’s sake, be polite” You laughed at the man before Bérangère stood up from your side.

“Where are you going?” you asked as she moved away.

“It’s work time” She said, clapping her hand together.

“Might i say, thank you for this evening, with all this fun, i might have forgotten we actually were in the middle of the apocalypse.” She continued, bowing dramatically. 

“Yeah, like we could forget that.” You said, waving at her. The dog was sitting between your legs, shifting suddenly to stand by Dream side, his head asking for cuddle.

“Traitor” You whispered to him, taking a sip of your drink. 

Hob talked to you about his old flat, full of books and belonging, asking for your help to find them back. It was on your way, and you were pretty sure the car you will get tomorrow morning could be used for this task too.

Dream was silently listening to the two of you when he knocked on his napkin. He bent under the table to take it back and, while he raised back, his head knocks on something soft.  His eyes drifted to fall on your hand, covering the corner of the table, realizing he knocked his head on your hand, instead of the corner of the table. 

His heartfelt heavy on your action, of you taking care of him, making sure he didn’t get hurt. Without noticing, his gaze had stayed locked on you, observing every feature of your face. You felt his eyes on you for a while before turning to him and smiling. 

“Are you good?” You whispered to him, losing the thread of the conversation with Hob for a second.

“Yes” He nodded, offering you small smile. 

He should have thanked you, why couldn’t he say that. And honestly, he waited for you to say something about it. But he looked at you as you just smiled at him, turning back to Hob, returning to your previous conversation. The dog licked his hand, growling slowly. 

“Yes boy.” he murmured to him, petting his head.

A gesture that made you smile even more as you saw it from the corner of your eyes.

It was getting dark outside, more people were inside the bar, and the place felt crowded. Dream felt uncomfortable, overwhelmed. Something that didn’t escape you. 

“Hob, don’t you have a place nearby? Somewhere less crowded?” You asked him.

“Yeah, we could go to my flat. Are you coming, Morpheus?” He turned to his friend, hoping he would say yes.

Dream nodded, as the two of you were, soon, following Hob to his place. You had arrived quickly, and, as soon as Hob opened the door to his flat, you were amazed by all the books he had, adorning the walls and some organized in pile on the floor.

“Are these all yours?” you asked.

“Yeah, i was a historian teacher before… All of this. I took what i could but, i am missing my masterpiece. "

Your hands roamed over the pile of books as Dream entered the place, scanning it. 

“You can take one.” Hob said, cleaning his place, not expecting visitors.

“So cool. By the way, what you wanted to ask me?” Taking the books about World War I.

“It’s about books.”

“Oh, i am in.”

You landed on the couch, sitting roughly before moving again, letting some place for Dream. Hob sat in his armchair, taking a bottle from behind the table.

“I like you Hob Gaddling.” you whispered, making the man crack a smile.

Your eyes fell on the chessboard next to him.

“Do you play?” He asked.

“Yes, love it, i am a monster at this.” 

Hob took the chessboard, smiling at Dream.

“I am glad Morpheus took the initiative to introduce us.” Hob said, teasing Dream.

“I am too.” you said, laughing at the situation.

The dog came to sit between your legs as Hob put the pawn on the chessboard, letting you through the book you had borrowed, Dream reading over your shoulder. The place was warmer than the café, and he felt more comfortable as he felt your presence, happy to be around you. 

“I propose something.” Hob said.

You lean forward, brushing Dream leg with your arm in the way.

“We play, each time someone loses is pawn hat to take the drink.”

“Good for me.” You said, putting the book at your side, opening the party with a simple move.

Hob were sure to win, he had years and century of experience in the area. But you were good, too good, and he noticed how Dream leaned next to you every time you seemed to take too long. 

“Stop giving advice, it isn’t fair.” He complained after you took his horse.

“Why?” he asked, a smile adorning his face.

“Because you’re…” He almost let the information slipped because of the alcohol, stopping in his track as he looked at you.

“It’s fine, she knows.” Dream said, leaning back in the couch.

“She does?”

“Yes, i do” And Hob sights.

“I am your friend for what, like the past 5 hundred years and i just learn who you are. She knows you like, what? A month?” Hob continued, putting his hand over his heart, acting hurt.

“You know what i called that?” You said, acting like you were thinking.

"Oh yeah, i called that favouritism.” You whispered to Dream, and he gave you a small smile in return taking his king.

“You would’ve loose anyway.” Dream commented, looking at the chessboard.

“Yeah, i am too good at this.” Which earned you a grimace from Hob who lean back in his chair.

“I don’t want to play any more.”

The evening passed, rather quickly. You and Hob get along very well, and he even had proposed to come along with you in the mission.

“Y/N, how old were you when it happens?” Hob asked at some point of the night.

“Sixteen. I was in school when it happened, my school got invaded.” 

“That must have been horrific.”

“Yeah” You whispered, toying with the dog hairs. 

Dream remembered that nightmare you had, one when you were in school, running from the mutant. Killing one.

“I am gonna go to bed, you are free to stay here, obviously.” Hob said, raising from the couch.

“Do you have a cigarette, something like that?” you asked.

He threw you a pack of them, saying to keep it, leaving just Dream and you together. You walked outside, the cold air of the night making you shivers. Dream joined you, looking as you light up the cigarette, putting it between your lips.

“Who was the girl.” He asked. 

You didn’t need to look too far to understand what he meant. If he was the god of dreams and nightmare, maybe he had seen yours too.

“She was my best friend, she got bit.”

Dream nodded.

“I saw that nightmare.” he confessed.

“I know, guessed it”

The silence lingered as you remembered that day. 

“It didn’t happen, what you saw in that dream.” You confessed to him.

Dream turned to you, waiting for you to open up, not invading your space.

“I didn’t kill her. I couldn’t.” 

You turned to the dog, watching him asleep on the carpet, next to the fire place. 

“If it weren’t for Oscar, i would’ve died that day. He saved me, getting me out and the others out of the fucking school. She is probably still running around because of me.”

“You shouldn’t feel guilty, you were just a kid.” Dream tried to comfort you, his hands resting on your forearm.

“I know.” 

If you had died that day, no one would have saved him.

Another sign of destiny, perhaps.

The morning came quickly, as you packed your stuff in the car, Hob joined you and, to your surprised, Dream too. It made you happy. The dog jumped in the car next to you as you pat his head before he crawled next to Dream. 

“Let’s fight some zombies.”

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I am not afraid of Death but...

I Hope I die peacefully.

I've always wondered what it felt like to die.

I want it to feel like one of those night.

Those evening where my father used to carry me to my bed.

As I was half asleep, half awake, feeling his warmth embrace.

I hope i die peacefully

For he will carry me gently one last time.

Guiding me to the eternal sleep like he used to.

Therefore,

I hope I die peacefully, 

This way he could find me in the afterlife 

Like he used to find me asleep next to him in the sofa.

I hope i die peacefully,

And feel the warmth of his love again

The sound of his voice, and his smell i have long forgotten,

As he carries me through this dark night.

I hope i die peacefully,

So i could recall the feeling of his hugs

The feeling of his kisses on my forehead,

As the moon sparkles in the room.

I hope I die peacefully 

And I hope he will be the one to carry me in the afterlife

Telling me how friendly death is in a murmur.

Telling me not to be afraid of her.

Because, the truth is

I am afraid of Death but…

Dad if you carry me for the last ride,

i won’t be afraid any more.

I swear.

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You are my duty

Stephen Strange x reader (Alternate universe)

“Queen Y/N of house Adhika and her council” That was the name of the painting in the gallery of the New York museum. The description says "Queen Y/N is known to be the first Queen of our continent. At her side remain her loyal hand and protector, Stephen Strange master of the mystic art and Aleksander Likha her husband and King consort of the realm. On her deathbed, her last word will “My soul will find yours in our next life”. Many wonders through the years if these last words were meant to her husband or to someone else."

Hello everyone. Here is the synopsis of a story i've been working on for the past few weeks. Do let me know if you are interested in reading it, if such, i will start posting soon!

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Stephen strange x princess!reader

Story idea:

Stephen Strange had been chosen as sorcerer supreme at the court of the King, André the second. Being a king’s sorcerer was the greatest honour a sorcerer could earn. He thought nothing could turn him from his duty toward the court. That was before he met the King’s daughter and was ordered to protect her. Princess Y/N. The realm delight. 

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Love me like you used to.

Part 2: A heart nevert forgets

Part 1: From friends to strangers.

Doctor strange x avatar!reader

Summary history: Stephen has return from the blip after 5 years. You were happy to have your friend back. But as the return to reality after the battle hit, everything is different. None of you knows how to act around each other as memories of your past friendship let you both grieving the past.

Warning: Hallucination, blood, angst.

         “I think that love is a lot like muscle memory.

                                A heart never forgets

                                A heart never stops.

                      And, there’s a voice that knows

                                All the words by heart.”

Stephen had returned to his room, pulling his books out of his desk, trying to read them, but tonight, the concentration leaves him. He remembered a time when, at night like this, you two ended up in the library, spending time together, like nothing else matters. 

“Oh! Look Stephen, this one”

You were lying on the sofa, your head falling towards the ground, when you recognized his boots in front of you.

Stephen sat next to you, taking the books about dream off your hand as you sat back correctly.

“Good book” he said, flipping all the pages.

“Aha very funny, read it correctly you idiot, maybe you have photographic memory, but you are not the doctor.”

“Ah, yeah, i am princess, the one and only.” he said, focusing at the same time on the pages of the book.

“Not true”

You two sat in silence as Stephen read the book.

“I am a Doctor”

“Awh, si carino” you said, caressing his hair.

How he missed those days. 

You were heading toward the library, holding at your side sometime, the pain hitting your body hard. 

Yet, something else was hitting your body. Hunger. That’s how you ended up in the kitchen instead, preparing a strawberry cake. If it weren’t for your duty as Avatar and sorcerer, you’d like to imagine you would have ended up as a baker or maybe a confectioner. You loved it. 

It was long past midnight when you finished your cake. You took a part on a plate, heading out the kitchen. But you stopped, turning toward the cake. Conjuring a note and a pen, you walk toward the kitchen table, writing, before putting the note next to the cake and heading back to your room.

You woke up early, opening a portal to get to Kamar Taj, joining Sarah for training.

So, when Stephen woke up, he was alone in the Sanctum. He went to your room, wanting to know how you were doing, but he found it room empty. When he arrived in the kitchen, the first thing he noticed was the cake. He loved your cake, actually, everything you cooked. 

Stephen only noticed the note next to the cake as he got closer.

“Thank you, Stephen” he read, taking the note in his hand. 

Few days later, he woke up, finding his mug filled with hot tea in the kitchen. No notes, nothing letting know someone was here, but he knew you had made it for him, like you used to do sometime.

He noticed some attention like this throughout the weeks, the way you would fill him a cup of tea in the mornings, book annotated by you, left on the library table for him to take, meals with note etc...

Stephen was heading toward the library, freezing between two shelves, when he heard Wong and you speaking.

“You didn’t leave the library the entire night?” Wong was asking.

“Ah, yes i did, i changed my clothes.” 

“You exhaust me. Go get some sleep!” 

Stephen could clearly hear annoyance in Wong voice.

“I am not tired and shut up, you’re going to wake up everyone in the sanctum.”

“Your just two in here.”

“Yes, and i am the only one awake.” You had spite back at him.

“No, i am awake.” Stephen step in, cutting both of them in their conversation.

“See? Told you, you were going to wake everyone.” You teased Wong, smiling.

“Yeah man, you woke me up, screaming like that, crazy.” Stephen was lying, but for the first time in weeks, he had the opportunity to mess around with Wong with his friend, you.

And he didn’t want to lose this chance to bond back. He was glad of this, just for the moment he caught your eyes on him, a mischievous grin on her face.

“Stephen?” 

“Yes” 

“I stole Wong’s book.” You opened the door of his office, all proud of your joke.

“No you didn’t? He’s gonna end you.”

He took the book out of your hand, keeping it in between his arms.

“You really should return it to him.” He said, before opening the book.

“I know, we should really give it back.” You said, moving behind Stephen to read the book over his shoulder.

“Is that romance?” you ask.

“I think it is.” 

You two exchange a look before giggling at your discovery.

“Don’t you start that again.” Wong sights.

“Didn’t do anything.” Stephen said, getting his cup of tea to his lips.

“Me neither.”

Wong exchanged looks between you two before continuing.

“Anyway, if you don’t need rest, Sarah needed a talk with you.”

You closed your book at his words, gathering your stuff before leaving the place through a portal, joining back Sarah in Kamar Taj.

Five days had passed since then. Stephen hadn’t left his room since you saw him last in the library. You had even wondered if he was here, ending up asking Wong if he had seen him. 

“Didn’t see him either.” 

But he was there, in the Sanctum, with you. Things disappeared, food, books and tea. It didn’t take you long enough to understand what was going on.

Stephen was in a bad day. Days, even. The kind of moment that happened when the shaking of his hands grew worse, when the pain in his hands was unbearable. During these moments, he was grumpy, preferring to stay alone, throwing things when the frustration was too big. 

You knew him. In these times, when his hand hurt so bad that he had troubled dealing with tasks, you used to be around him, helping him soothe the ache in his hands with herbal potion, massages, helping him with everything he had troubled with. Just being here for him. Though it usually lasted a couple of day, it was almost a week since he had shown any sign of life. 

And, you were worried yet too scared to go to him. Every moment you thought of reaching out to him, fear found its placed in your guts, in your mind. 

How you ended up knocking at his bedroom door. No idea. But you did.

“Shit” you felt more than stupid. 

You thought about leaving. But your mind flooded you with the worst outcome possible. Perhaps he was gone, maybe injured. Maybe he was dead. He didn’t even answer when you knock the second time.

What if, you had a massive hallucination. Perhaps Stephen never returned from the blip, and it was just your brain messing with you. Maybe he would never return. Even if he did return, he might have returned to ashes.

“Oh, for Christ’s sake.” you breathed heavily as your shaking hand moved to the doorknob, twisted it open, anxiety starting to cripple in your whole body. 

“Stephen?” you called a first time, looking at his empty room. 

“Stephen.” You sight at the vision of him. 

It was the first time you saw him like this. His beard had grown back a little, all messy, just like his hair. He had dark circle under his eyes betraying a lack of sleep. Stephen had disappeared for the last two days.

“I am having a bad day, don’t pity me, just go away.” He tried to shut the door, but you kept it open.

“You wished.” you pushed him slightly, a little.

“Y/N.”

“I’m here to help”

“You don’t need to.”

“Carino, i am your friend, whether you like it or not. That mean i am here for the best and, especially, the worst, no matter what.”

Light was coming from under the door to the bathroom and, in a second, you were knocking. 

The door swing against the wall as Stephen expected to meet Wong. Yet, he met your gaze, full of concerned.

“Hey” you said.

“Hey.” 

His voice was tired, as you expected. His hair a mess, not brushed. Stephen beard was too long, and he probably tried to shave it, judging by the cut on his cheek and the razor on the counter. Your hand gaze above his cut, like a reflex. 

“I need your help in the library.” It’s the only thing you found to say. 

A lie. As if it would be the only reason for you to check on him, after five day.

“I’ll be down in a second.”

Stephen sighs, fighting the urge to lean against your hand. He knew what’s on your mind. Knowing you saw through him like an open book and, therefore, you know he isn’t fine. He doesn’t need to lie to you, he never needed.

“It’s nothing just…”

“A bad day.” You cut him, nodding. 

He felt the warmth of your hand hovering over his cheek, and your only presence affect all his nerves, sending warm wave in all his body. Stephen knew this feeling too well. You had always made him fell that way. Your only presence, soothing him, letting him open up. The ancient one had said it was because of your connection to the God Ra. But he always felt something deeper inside him.

“You can go, i’ll join you soon.” 

You bite your lower lips, trying to found the right words. Stephen felt his heart missed a beat at the sight of you. 

“Do you need help? With something?” Cringing at yourself.

“I mean, if you want too, obviously” You continued, wanting to smash your head against the wall at your words.

His silent made it all worse. Mumbling a “sorry”, you were about to move when his voice cut you.

“Yes, please”

From then, he had moved out of the door, letting you in. You felt intimidated at first as you step inside, sitting on the counter, taking the razor in your hands. Stephen walked closer to you, his hand falling on each side of you, flat, against the marble of the counter. He was avoiding your gaze the same way he was avoiding to land his hand on you or to be too close to you.

None of you spoke as you trim the edge of his beard, carefully, the razor blade rolling on his skin like soft touch. Like it would break him if it touches him too roughly. Your hands touched his chin, lifting his head, disappearing as soon as they landed. Stephen instantly misses your touch. If he were sure you wouldn’t run out of his room, he would've taken your hand, and kept it in his own. Perhaps, if he were brave enough, he’d asked you to keep your hands on his cheek. But he was sure, if any words spoken, if any touched misplaced, you would run away.

Even if Stephen felt anger toward the way you acted with him, even if he was lost, you were here, with him and his entire body and soul had forgotten the anger. And if he does anything that would make you run away, Stephen would feel terrible. He felt like a teenager, immature, too afraid to be close to a girl.

So, he doesn’t speak. Doesn’t mention the way he misses your presence, your joke, your touch. He doesn’t mention why he doesn’t understand you nor the way you act with him, when you two used to be so close. 

“Done” You whispered, putting the razor down, noticing how is hands are shaking.

It seems like your voice pull him out of his trans, his eyes coming back at you.

“Oh, thank you” He pulled away from you, his hand falling at his side.

In an impulse, you grab, gently, one of his hand, holding it between your hands. They are cold against your warm skin.

“You’re cold.” you noticed out loud.

Stephen's heart skipped a beat. The warmth of your hands lingered all over his body. It felt nice. Without even realizing it, Stephen was leaning on you, sooth by the only presence of you massaging is scarred hand.

“It feels nice.” he whispered, smiling, and you smiled at him.

The first smile directed to him since he got back. It melted his heart and all he wanted was to take you in his arm and never let go. You, smiling to him, was the only thing he wanted to see. His one smile faded as he kept staring at you.

“Smile again.” he whispered on your lips, his other hand falling on the side of your face, his thumb brushing your cheek. 

Your heart sunk in your body. Stephen felt your warmth all over his skin, appreciating the feeling of your skin against his.

But you let go, moving out of his touch, and coldness take its place back in him.

“You should use this, it’s a better version of the other's one.” You said, taking something out of your pocket. 

It was a bottle of cream made from herbs and oil. You had made it especially for him. He thanked you again, taking the bottle out of your hand, his fingers brushing against yours.

And it’s too much, it felt too overwhelming. He was real, you could touch him, feel him, smell him. “He is real” you tried convincing yourself as the image, the feeling of that day took control of your mind. The day he disappeared. You tried to control it, but the fear grasps at every part of your body, screaming for you to “run away”. 

So, you did.

“I’ll wait for you in the library.” Jumping out of the counter, you didn’t expect any answer, your ears buzzing.

“Ok” He whispered.

You shut the door of his room behind you, tears streaming down your face, clutching at your chest, where you could feel your heart, heavy and painful, beating too fast. You felt pathetic. It was like every time you wake up. Losing something. Losing someone.

You needed to get out. 

Stephen headed towards the library, content. He expected you two to spend time in the library, like before. 

“Y/N?” he called out, as he opened the gates of the library of the Sanctum. 

No answer. He walked toward the table where a candle was light up. There was a book on a table next to a note. His breath hardened as he took it.

“Found what i needed. Needed to run on a mission, sorry. See you.” He read, sitting on the table.

Stephen hardly believed the lie. You had run away from him again, not even able to tell him the truth. Not even able to talked to him any more. He was gone for five years, he needed you. He needed his friend and right now, he found you selfish. 

Stephen hated this, hated you, he tries convincing himself. However, his heart was screaming at him to understand, to found a reason. But he found no reason. And his heartache.

The next time he saw you was three days later, during a meeting with the most ancient master, discussing an urgent matter. Mordo.

“Are you not angry?” You asked Wong.

From your point of view, Mordo should be stopped. Ever since the battle against Dormamu, he had changed side, attacking everyone anytime he could. Now he had attacked a sanctum, and you were more than ready to put him back in his place, no matter what you needed to do.

“Well, i should kill him because i’m angry?” 

To Wong, thing seemed slightly different. Mordo used to be his friend, his ally. He couldn’t think of the idea to take his life, to put him back in his place. Wong sometime was too nice, you thought. 

“No. Because it’s your duty as sorcerer supreme to crush his rebellion and protect everyone.” You said, standing up and walking towards Wong.

You were Wong’s second, his hand, he always listened to you, taking your opinion in the matter, more than any others. Even when yours was different from him. Stephen knew Wong never rejected any of your advice, just like he never dismissed any of Wong’s advice when he was the sorcerer supreme.

“It’s only a matter of time until he found Stephen back. What do you think he’ll do when this happens?” You paused.

“I won’t let this happen. Without your accord or not, if he got too close, i won’t wait for orders.” You said back, waiting for Wong to say something.

You were only a few feet from Wong now, whispering.

“Just say the words, i’ll deal with him, right now, if i must.” 

Wong knew your loyalty. And he was grateful for it. And he had always taken your side when needed. 

“I choose Y/N as my hand and second in charge.” Wong said, as he was chosen as the new Supreme. 

You turned your head toward him, in shock. Everyone in the room started shooting their disapproval. They didn’t agree, never you. You were an avatar, it wasn’t your place to be. Wong had already named you Master of the New York sanctum. 

They didn’t trust you enough, knowing your loyalty went to only few people, scared you might turn on them. You had fought the ancient one roughly, one times defending Stephen Strange.

If your value changed, it will make all of them in danger. 

You were sure everyone would turn on you, and they were doing it. Yet, Wong wasn’t giving them any reason to stop, not defending you.

He trusted you. Stephen, and you were the person he trusted the most. Stephen was gone. 

You didn’t move, staring blank in the walls as everyone gave him his disapproval.

Later, during the evening, he came looking for you, finding you in the darkness of the library.

“They don’t want me as your hand.” You told him, closing your book.

“I don’t care, as i told you, you’re the one i trust the most here.” 

You would accept the offer, it was an honour. Compared to being the Master of an entire sanctum, you felt capable of advising Wong when needed, and help him in his duty. But the other didn’t seem to hear it this way.

“It’s a heavy burden you're asking me to carry.”

“But if you wished me to bear it, i will, but i need you to defend me from them.”

“I will.” Wong said.

And he did.

“I agree with Y/N, Mordo need to be stopped” Stephen said, standing up. 

The room was silent, the other master thinking of the matter. Wong nodded

“I’ll send you to him the next time we see him. You’ll fight him. For now, we need to deal with the degradation he caused.”

“I’ll fight him too.” Stephen said, looking at you.

And you nodded.

“We can handle him.” You said, looking at Stephen.

Stephen felt relief. Still, when needed you were taking his side, protecting him like you used to. He knew you never really get along with Mordo, but still. Maybe not everything was lost for your friendship.

Stephen was trying to fall asleep, when he noticed something, flying in his room. A small blue butterfly, just like the one you had shown him two days ago. You were gone on a mission, and he was missing your presence. He sent you one back.

At first, it had become just a small habit between you two, something to tell the other you were fine when on a mission, on a party, in training session. Just a friendly reminder that one was okay.

Soon, Stephen, and you had found yourself to send it more often. Stephen, sending one at night, thinking of you. You, sending him one, as you noticed something that reminded you of him. It became more than the “i am fine”. 

None of you would admit it, but as the butterfly happens more often between you, it meant one was on another mind.

It meant, “I think of you”.

The meeting over, you returned to the sanctum with a pile of document to work on.

Wong came back, few days later, for a mission. He needed Stephen and you. That’s how all of you ended up in a cave, miles underground, looking for a relic. The atmosphere was tense. A Thousand of inscription were graved on the walls, but none of them seems to be  reliable.

“I told you, we are lost.” you whined, lighting the path ahead of you.

“We are not” 

Wong sights, trying to found any signal or any clue. 

“What are we even looking for?” 

“I just know it’s an ancient relic.” 

“That’s oddly specific” Stephen commented, and a small laugh escaped your mouth.

“It is.” You commented.

You were used to this type of exploration, and it was weird that none of you had found any trap. The writings on the walls were an indication, but all of them seemed to contradict the previous one. None of this were helping.

As you moved to another part of the walls covered with draw, you touch something, releasing dust right in your face. Backing off, coughing, your eyes were filled with dust, and you felt her head spinning. 

“Y/N, are you okay?” Wong asked as Stephen ran at your side.

“Don’t touch these things. They release some sort of spores.” You commented.

“Do you feel good?” 

“Yeah, fine. Let just keep going.” 

Heading forward, all of you were walking deeper in the cave when you arrived to an intersection with three branches.

“I think we should split up.” 

You said, and Stephen and Wong agreed as the three of you walked toward each side.

That’s how you found yourself, alone, with your head spinning. Maybe it was due to magic, but it only got worse as you get deeper in the cave. You started to have trouble breathing, the air feeling like needle in your lungs. 

Then you stopped, leaning on the wall next to you, your hand resting flat on the cold stone. Maybe it was just a panic attack, you thought. It must be it. 

“Child, you need to…” You heard Ra talking, but it stopped.

Something moved on your hand. Something was moving on the wall. Your head snapped up and your hand and the walls were swarmed in spider, moving like a horror film.

“Fuck” you scream at the vision of horror, falling hard on the ground as the spider vanished in the air. 

“What was this?” 

Raising from the ground, you dust your jeans off, looking around you. 

“Ra?” you called, but no answer, unusual considering the fact he always came when you summoned him.

You kept walking, your ears buzzing. If it weren’t for your actual headache, you could swear they were voices coming from the walls. It was obvious something was wrong with this place. 

Catching a glimpse of Ra speaking to you, only trouble, you couldn’t hear him and soon, he was gone again.

“What’s wrong with me.” 

Stephen was following footsteps carved in the dust, expecting it to lead somewhere interesting. Soon he stumbled on Wong, both scaring the hell out of each other. 

“I swear, this place is like a maze” Stephen told Wong before showing him the footsteps he had found. 

They were following the paths down, when they found a backpack, empty. As they were moving forward, it started to stink, something smelled like rotten meat. And it was only getting worse.

“Wong, i swear, if we found a dead animal, you’ll hear about this for the rest of your life.” 

“That must be something else.” Wong said before shooting in something. 

“Shit”

Stephen enlightening Wong’s foot as this one became livid. Wong had shoot in what looked like a foot.

“Is that…” 

Hanging on the wall, there was a corpse, half rotten. They both moved back, covering their noses as the smell was strong. The cloak tried to get Stephen away, but he stepped back, forcing the item to follow him.

“It’s just a dead body.” he said to Cloak as this one didn’t seem to hear it. 

“So, what do we do?” Stephen asked.

“Maybe he got some information on him.” Wong suggested.

That’s how they started going through the man stuff. They were nothing to be found, beside a cup, a notebook and a rope. Stephen opened the book, flying over some part of what seem to be the man’s diary. It seems like he was on exploration, looking for the same thing they were looking for. An ancient artefact. There was no other information they didn’t know inside. He turned to the last pages written, reading it, and he felt his body froze in fear.

“I fucked up. These spores on the wall are fucking hallucinogens. It’s the cave, trying to kill those who are inside. It will lead me to death, it’s trying to, that is the curse. For anyone who will find me, step away from these spores. It will only lead you to get killed.”

Stephen stood up, grabbing Wong sleeve and pushing him in the other way.

“We need to find Y/N” he said.

“Why?” Wong asked, getting out of hold.

“Because of this” Stephen said, smashing the diary on Wong chest. 

His heart was beating fast, too fast.

“Y/N inhaled the spores, we need to find her now.” Stephen sounded desperate, trying to run in the darkness of the cave, founding his way back to you.

“Stephen?” you ask, seeing his cloak in front of you.

You walked closer to him, trying to get his attention as you felt the danger upon you.

“Stephen, i think something is wrong, i…” you started, and he turned to you, you tried to catch his hands, but as your hands land on him, he vanished in the air, just like he did five years ago. 

You fall on the ground at the vision, a growl of pain exciting your mouth. He was gone, again. The buzzing in your ears intensified, and you covered your ears, shielding yourself from the pain. You moved your head, seeing his boots on the ground, and your eyes moved to met his. He was talking to you so, you uncovered your ears as he sat in front of you.

“It’s your fault i am gone. You couldn’t even protect me.”

“No” you whispered, raising from the ground and walking away from the hallucination.

“I told you, you disappoint everyone.” you hear your mom said.

“Stop this, please” you begged, as you saw Stephen in front of you, before he turned to dust again. Each time it was like reliving the memory again and again. You fall on the ground over and over, covering yourself with blood.

“Y/N come to me, i swear i am real.” You shook your head, turning away again.

“No, you're not, it’s all in my head.”

You didn’t even realize you were walking close to the edge of the abyss, ready to fall inside with each step you took, running away from the hallucination. Everything you felt was fear, as you were seeing Stephen dying over and over again, as you heard the voices in your ears, leaving your head buzzing.

“It’s all in my head.”

Stephen and Wong had found back your path, ending on another crossing way. Once again, they decided to split up. Stephen was running, his attempts on founding you remaining unsuccessful. He is desperate, feeling like he is running out of time when Cloak pushed him back, and he caught a glimpse of you. 

“Y/N” He screamed, walking toward you. And he saw it. The abyss you were ready to fall in.

Stephen called for you a second time, and you turned to him, your eyes widened. He walks to you but stopped, as soon as you take step back, getting closer to the voids.

“No, you stay away from me” You screamed, thinking he is a hallucination too, taking another step back.

“No, Y/N stop moving, ok?”

In front of you, the ground shakes, opening, creating a huge ravine separate you from Stephen. As a reflex, you took a step back again, getting you closer to the real edge, causing Stephen heart to miss a beat.

Stephen doesn’t know what to do. If he moved too fast you’ll fall, even if he used cloak, you may fall. He can’t reach you, you’re too far. All his body is on alert. And he hears you.

“He’s not real” repeating this to yourself, over and over. 

“Y/N i am real. Trust me, it’s me, i am real. Please come to me, you just need to move a few steps forward, okay?”

You’re crying at this point, your entire body feeling the need to move to him as your mind keep your feet on the ground, screaming to run away. There is a huge void in front of you, separating both of you, one only you can see.

“Come on sweetheart, trust me, you need to trust me, just a few steps, please Y/N i beg you.” Stephen continued, catching the way you looked in front of you.

“Y/N trust me please, i am real, nothing else is, just listen to my voice okay? Just a few steps and you’ll be safe.” 

You stumble forward, closing your eyes as you stepped in the voids, ready to fall, following his voice, begging every god that he is real.

“That’s it Y/N, just a few more steps, trust me.”

Once you are close enough from him and away from the edges, he finally steps forward, catching your hand in his, crushing you in his arms and moving you away from the danger.

"I've got you" Stephen keeps his hold on you, kissing your hair.

And you hold him back, tears streaming down your face, focusing on him, in his smell, on the contact of his clothes against your hand. Focusing on his voice and on the cloak who’s wrapped around you.

“Oh Y/N”

You are safe, that’s all it matters to Stephen as he squeezed you in his arms again, stronger.

“My Y/N” He whispered, his hand cupping your face as he kissed your forehead, before he wiped the tears off your face.

“You stay with me, i am not letting you go, okay?” 

You nodded as he took your hand in his, guiding toward the exit. He’ll make sure nothing happen to you. Leading you in the dark, never letting go. He was holding you close to him. The voices are still here, screaming at you.

“You’re in the wrong way” they said. 

But you decided to ignored them, ignoring the walls of the cave closing against you or the bugs flying in your vision. Stephen wouldn’t lead you to your death. He wouldn’t trick you. You trusted him, even when he is next to you, repeating you failed him, saying he isn’t real.

Soon, you arrived where Wong and Stephen parted away. He sat you on the ground, carefully letting go of your hands.

"I'll be right back, do not move" 

Stephen walked toward the other gallery, waiting for Wong, calling out for him. But there was no answer. He turned toward you, seeing you were whispering at something. 

"No, no, stop" you were whispering. 

And you felt two hands falling on your ears, covering the sound around you as Stephen leaned next to you. 

"Don't listen to them, just me, focus on me" Stephen continued, hoping that Wong didn't get hurt but the spores too. 

Wong arrived soon after, relief falling on his face as he saw Stephen and you, though you were a mess. 

As soon as Stephen saw Wong, he stood up, wanting to get away as fast as possible from here. 

"We need to leave." You caught his hand in yours, tugging on him.

"Don't leave me alone." you begged him. 

Stephen exchanged a quick glance with Wong, showing the urgency of the situation.

But all you can acknowledge was his voice. 

"I will, you're just a burden" saying over and over again. Your hand goes covering your ears as you stand up.

You didn’t walk far away, feeling two arms falling around your waist, stopping you in your tracks.

"I won't leave you here Y/N, i promise" Stephen whispered in your ear, taking your hand in his, making you walk next to him.

"No way to open a portal, we need to get out first." Wong commented, standing next to you on the other side.

“What about the mission?” you succeed asking.

“The mission doesn’t matter, only your safety.” Wong said, taking your other arm, helping you walk.

As soon as you were out of the cave, Wong opened a portal to the sanctum and Stephen led you to your room as Wong returned to his office with the journal, trying to find other information that could help your state.

You were sitting on the bed, Stephen taking care of your injuries. The magic coming from the sanctum protected you from most of the hallucination, it was quieter, no more voices or ears buzzing, nothing getting you close to your death, though the people were still here, judging you. 

Stephen was disinfecting your hands, catching as your eyes moved around sometime, probably listening to the hallucination. 

"You don't have to do this, you know. It's okay, really." You whispered

"I am not leaving you, not until the hallucination are gone." His voice was calm but cold.

You had tried to tell him it was fine, he could leave and get some sleep, but it was all vein. He still saw the way your head move, the way your body react, betraying the presence of the hallucination.

 “Focus on my voice Y/N, do not listen to what they said. I am here, focus on me” He said, packing the aid kit back to the bathroom. 

As Stephen walked back to you, he tried to reach for you, but you moved away from him, again.

“Just shut up” you said as you hear the mocking voice of Stephen, laughing at you. 

“You’re so stupid, believing i would be back for you.” he said.

“What do you see?” Stephen asked, sitting in front of you.

You stand up from the bed, walking past him, ignoring the question. 

“I should have left you to that cave.” you hear him say.

For a second, it feels like it’s the real Stephen speaking, and you stumble on your feet, before he reached for your hand again, realizing the hallucination say the truth.

“Y/N, talked to me, let me help you, you’re safe here”

You swallow hard, avoiding his gaze.

“You. Mostly, you. I reach too you but… You vanished away, every time and… It’s my fault, i couldn’t protect you. Oh, you hate me so much for that. You wish to let me in that cave” 

You tried to keep the tears inside, getting out of his hold on you, walking away again, too ashamed.

“Y/N, i would never, none of it was your fault, you can open up to me.” Stephen said, as he tried to keep you close to him, too afraid to let you wander around.

“Y/N, please.” 

Once again, he tried to reach for your hands, but you moved away, faster, seeing, what you hoped to be, the other Stephen falling into dust again.

“Don’t”

“Stop pushing me away.” he sights, annoyed, running out of patience.

Stephen is tired of this, of the situation, of you pushing him back. He wished to understand.

“I must”

“Why?” His voice his higher this time, betraying anger.

“Because i am scared!” you screamed. 

"I am fucking scared that you’ll hate what i’ve become that, if I touched you, if I am near you, You’ll just disappear over again. I am afraid that your presence is just a dream or an illusion and I will have to go through loosing you, to failing you all over again if i get too close. And I can't do it, I won't. I can't lose you a second time, Stephen. "

Your hand fall on each side of his face.

"It can't be real" You whispered.

"I am real, I am here, and I won't leave you again." His hands imitating yours as he cupped your face, leaning his forehead against yours.

“I won’t leave you, especially tonight.” He whispered.

You stayed like that, enjoying each other presence, before he pulled away.

“We’ll talk about this in the morning. You need to rest right now.” 

Stephen helped you to undress, bringing you your pyjamas and helping you laid down on your bed. He is sitting in a chair he had brought next to your bed, holding your hand in his. You are too afraid to let go, so you kept his hands in yours, listening to his voice, as he distracted you from the vision. 

He wished to get everything normal, like before. And, though for the past months since his return, he had grown tired of the situation, of the way you acted, being irritated. Deep down, he knew he could never hate you. Deep down, his heart could never forget how to care for you, how to like you. And his heart couldn’t hate you.

When you woke up, it’s the middle of the night, something is calling you, you can hear it. Your eyes drift in the dark, looking for something, and your gaze fall onto Stephen’s figure, asleep in the chair.

He stayed.

You get up from the bed, trying not to make noises, following where the voice came from. As you get closer to the door, a hand fall on your waist, pushing you back. 

“Get back to bed, there’s nothing.” Stephen's voice resonated in your ear.

“There’s a voice calling.” 

He stayed silent, listening.

“No, it’s still hallucination.” 

Your back is against his chest as he spoke, his head leaned on your shoulder.

“Go back to bed.” he whispered once more, guiding you back to your bed.

You sneak under the covers, still listening.

“Don’t make me tied you to the bed.” Stephen said, sitting back on the chair.

“Like you wouldn’t like that.” you whispered back, the words falling out of your mouth without you realizing it.

“What did you say?”

“Nothing” You answer, plunging your head under the cover.

He laughed, taking back your hand in his. 

“Sleep.”

Both of you are sitting in the library of the sanctum. Stephen had this feeling, growing inside of him, like he needed to tell something, to open up. Sometime, your empathy was strong, leading people around you to open up. You were never surprised when it happens. People felt safe around you, comfortable. You knew a part of this was due to your connection to Ra.

Stephen was sitting in front of you, his legs taping on the ground, trying his best to focus, forgetting the voice inside his head. But it slipped, as soon as his eyes landed on you, crossing your eyes.

“My father was an alcoholic, he used to beat me, when i was younger.” 

Stephen felt his head falling on the table, shame running in his body. You closed your book, leaning forward to him.

“Sorry, i’ve never done that before, i don’t want to bother you with this.”

“It’s okay Stephen, you can open up to me, if you need to talk i am here for you Stephen.” 

Stephen and you didn’t get the opportunity to talk in the morning, both being called out on emergency call. 

When he got back, it was night already. He sat at his deck, reading, when something flew near him, landing on his hand. 

A blue butterfly. All shy, the butterfly rests on his hand, waiting. And Stephen smiles, remembering. 

“I think of you.” 

Hello, here is the part 2 of the story. I do hope you will like it! If you have any advice to improve writting, any comment to do, i’d be glad to read them to get better at this. 

Have a wonderful day! See you soon

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Love me like you used to.

Part 1: From friends to strangers.

Doctor strange x avatar!reader

Summary: Stephen has return from the blip after 5 years. You were happy to have your friend back. But as the return to reality after the battle hit, everything his different. None of you knows how to act around each other as memories of your past friendshipt let you both grieving the past.

Warning: Mention of death and injury, mention of grief, of self-harm and scars, anger.

                                            “Sometimes i wish

                                              I never met you

                                               So i wouldn’t 

                                             Know the feeling 

                                             Of knowing you

                                           But not being able to

                                            Have you around”

You and Stephen used to be close. Ever since you had crossed his path, it clicks between the two of you immediately. And, as an Avatar and a student of the mystic art for the past three years when he arrived, the Ancient One had asked you to teach Stephen, taking Mordo places when you return. 

You were watching above the streets, in your Egyptian suit, the man named Stephen Strange. The ancient one had asked you to follow his path to Kamar Taj, so you did. You had expected anything from him with what the ancient one told you about him. An arrogant neurosurgeon, trying everything to get his hands back. You thought he would be mean, an idiot. 

Though, you were surprised. He had stopped to tend the wounds of the dog, carefully wrapping his injured leg the best he could with two sticks. The dog even gave him a high five. 

It warmed your heart. 

So, the minute he ended up cornered by thief, you decided to help him, knocking out all of them, the last one running away. 

He couldn’t see anything from your face beside your eyes, as you walked closer to him, handing him the broken watch he had just lost, swiping the dust off his shoulder.

“Thank you” he nodded. 

“Do you know a place named Kamar Taj?”

You tilted your head, before walking away from him, thinking he would follow you on his own. He didn’t.

Turning back to him, you saw the man, confused and hurt with the shock he did to his hands.

You sign to him to follow you, and lead him to the door, knocking and leaving him here, waiting away that someone would take him in.

Soon, you had become inseparable.

As an introvert, unable to be around people more than two days, everyone were surprised, especially you, noticing how easy it was for you to be around Stephen for days and days.

Everyone saw you two as a duo. As he grew better in his practice and became the master of the NY sanctum then, Sorcerer supreme, you had followed him there.

Everything went well, your friendship being stronger than ever. Until Thanos and the blip. 

“So what? That’s it? We do nothing?”

“No.”

“But he just left with the stone.”

“I know.”

A few minutes had passed, none of you knew what to do.

“Mr Stark? I don’t feel so good.” Peter said, and you make a move toward the kid, only for Stephen to caught your hand, spinning you to face him. His hand cupped your face, looking at you like it was the last time. The guardian flew to dust first. Then Peter, holding on Tony for his life.

“What is happening?” Tony sounded desperate.

“We’re in the endgame now.”

 “I am sorry.” Was all he said. 

“No” You tried to hold on him, but your hand only went through him as he turned to dust, leaving you here.

When you came back with Tony, Wong had asked you to take charge of the NY sanctum. They were less sorcerer’s left, and you were part of the person he trusted the most. You accepted, against your will. Later, when the time for him to choose a second came, he chooses you too.

Finding Thanos back was a failure. He had destroyed the stone and, with that, the only chance to bring back everyone.

Now, you were alone in the sanctum. The first weeks after the blip had been the worst, for everyone. You had left Stephen’s room untouched, unable to opened it. For the first time, you felt alone. A loneliness that hurt you. To fix this, when you could, you overworked yourself to a point of hurting yourself in the way. Wong was here to help you when needed, to bring you up when at the worst. He was patient with you. 

After three years, you had loosed all hope to see him back. To find a solution to the problem. You continued working on the protection of the sanctum, at Wong’s side, helping in the mission, paying visit to Natasha, to Tony when you were not busy. 

You had convinced yourself he was gone, for real.

His absence was still hanging on your shoulder, guilting you. But with the days, you learn to leave with it, to leave with the memory of him. 

Five years had passed. You were 27. Tony had called you, giving you good news. They hope to get the stones back and bring everyone with them. You had jumped on the occasion. 

That’s how, right now, you were crawling out of the fallen Avenger campus, fighting against Thanos. 

Everything seemed lost, but you kept fighting. For them. For him. 

Lightning scared the sky, as the portal opened and people flew out of them. An entire army. People were back.

Tony had snapped with the gauntlet. Now, he was gone, and you were holding Peter in your arms, the kid heartbroken as Pepper say her goodbye. Steve had moved Tony’s body in the jet, allowing friends and family to say goodbye. 

You were walking on the battlefield, crossing the path of the other fighter, giving them small hug, formalities. 

You were looking for him. All your research were veined until you noticed something red in the middle of the chaos. 

“Stephen?” you called a first time, your voice barely noticed by anyone. 

Stephen was looking for you, asking Wong where you could be, scared that after all of this, he had lost you. Cloak stopped, forcing him to the other side.

“Stephen” you called a second time, walking faster to them.

And, finally, he turned around, seeing you, catching your gaze. 

“Thank god” he said, feeling like he could breathe for the first time. He ran to you, but you stopped a few feet away when you were finally facing each other.

“Are you back?” you asked, scared to be dreaming.

“Yes,Y/N, yes i am” he continued.

You nodded, tears of happiness filling your eyes as you jump in his arms, your arms snuggling on the back of his neck while his arms land on your waist, holding you up from the ground.

And, as you were thrilled to have him back, he hadn’t changed. But you did, and Stephen saw it the first moment his eyes land on you.

The two of you thought everything would get back to normal. That your friendship would be as strong as before.

But, in the end, it was more than difficult. Because you had changed. You had mourned him, spending the last five years accepting the fact he was gone. Therefore, while you were happy to see your friend back, it felt weird, like a ghost coming to haunt you. And it scared you. Frightening you as you expected him to vanished away.

Everything was different. None of you knew how to act around each other, distance growing between the two of you against your will. 

And Stephen couldn’t understand what was going on. It made him angry, desperate, sad. He was living in Kamar taj the first week of his return, dealing with and learning the changes and taking back his functions as master, though he didn’t retrieve his role as master of the NY sanctum, a title you wished to pass back to him. 

During this week, he didn’t see you much. Most of the time you were passing by, having duty to attend. And he understood. You were busy. He hoped he could see you more after the meeting organized with all the master. 

You were sitting next to Wong during the meeting, Stephen being a few chairs away from Wong and you. Everyone was discussing the return of the lost one, how to get everyone return as easy as possible, and how to organize the lesson and to prepare the three sanctum.

“Speaking of the sanctum, now that Master Strange is back, i’d hope to give him back his duty as master of the NY sanctum, since Wong told me i was only supposed to replace him until he found someone else.” You said to the others.

It felt weird for Stephen to hear you refer to him by his title. But, after all, it was a meeting.

You turned to Wong to get him to talk, but all he did was to bow his head, avoiding your gaze.

“The NY sanctum will stay in your command for now.” he said, hating to put this weight on your shoulder over again, knowing you wanted to get rid of that as soon as possible.

“Beg your pardon?” 

“Master Strange has just come back, he had other things to attend to before taking back the direction of the sanctum.” Sarah said. 

“That wasn’t the deal. As Avatar, i have thing to attend to myself. Stephen was already doing a wonderful job before the blip.”

“You’re doing an even better job, you’re more experienced in the area since you’ve been dealing with this for the past five years.” Sarah continued.

“Yes, against my wishes.” 

“Yet, you’re doing the best job out of all the sanctum.”

You whipped your face, tired of this.

“Wonderful.”

“Master Strange will stay at the NY sanctum to practice with you anyway, you could prepare him to take back his job in the future, and it will give him time to practice and for you, to take some work off your shoulder.” Wong said, finally looking in your eyes.

“Fine”

You already felt the anxiety gripping at your guts at the idea of spending each day with someone, even if it were Stephen. And that realization hit you even harder.

“Well, where do i sleep?” Stephen asked, entering the door of his home, the NY sanctum.

“In your room.” You answer, putting down the books on the nearest table.

“It was the room of the master of the sanctum i occupied, which you are now.” He tried to get closer to you, but you moved out of his way.

“I don’t get your point” you continued, walking at the stairs, ready to join your room.

“Don’t you sleep there?” 

There was a long silence between you both.

“No, your room is still your room, i didn’t change it when…” but you didn’t finish, pausing in the middle of the stair. 

You never felt the courage to go to his room when he disappeared, avoiding the room.

“I see.” He climbed the stairs, walking next to you. He tried reaching for your hand, but you lean against the stairs, away from his touch.

“I don’t show you around, you know the place.”

“Yes, feel like last week since i’ve been here.” he tried to joke out since the blip only felt like a second for him, and it literally felt like a week.

Your eyes fell on your feet, and he knew he had messed up.

“Y/N”

“I am going to bed”

And just like that, you were out of his vision, away. Stephen didn’t understand, he couldn’t. Everything felt so different, even you. And he hated it. He wanted his friend back, he needed this, he was gone for five years. He needed you. But your presence was long gone and all was left was silence. 

Heading back to his room, he went inside. Everything was left as he remembered. The book he was reading at the time laid wide open on his bed, his clothes hanging on the chair of his desk. As he walked closer to his desk, he noticed the small butterfly you had sent him the last time, noticing him about the book you just found. Nothing had changed. Surprisingly, there was no dust in the room, and he could feel magic from it, and he gets it. You had cast a spell to clean it, but never touches anything.

“What’s your favorite spell?” Stephen asked.

He has been under your training for the past month, becoming better as the days passed. To your own surprised and others, being around Stephen was easier than it was with everyone else. You were never tired of his presence nor felt the need to be left alone. 

Truly, you liked being in his presence. 

“It’s a simple one, but i love it.” you said, opening your hand as gold sparkle spread in the air, forming a morpho butterfly in the palm of your hand. 

Soon, the butterfly flew around the room before landing on Stephen’s hand. He looked at it with wonder before the butterfly fade back to sparkles.

“Teach me this.”

Stephen didn’t know if he was glad about this or hurt. You had expected him to come back, yet, now that he was back, you felt so far away from him, so distant.

Ever since the end of the battle, you had spent time alone in the Sanctum, running to your duty both as Master of the sanctum and Avatar of the Egyptian God you served. Now that Stephen was back, it felt weird. You had missed him so much, but every time you were near him, fear insinuated in your body. Plus, you had no idea how to act around him anymore. So, you ran away, each time. 

Each night felt more exhausting on your soul. Nightmares were back, though when you woke up you had no idea what happened in them. You just ended up awake, tears on your cheeks and this feeling of void inside, like something was taken away from you. 

It had been two weeks since Stephen was back to the Sanctum. Three since he was back. You had barely seen him. 

You were in your office when someone knocked on the door. 

“Come in” you said, barely moving your eyes from the parchment filled with ancient hieroglyphs you were working on decoding. 

“Morning” Wong greeted walking in, sitting in front of you.

“Morning Wong” 

He let you finished your work before, you two sitting in silence. Wong was one of the few persons you like hanging out with. When Stephen was gone, you two had been here for each others, your friendship growing stronger. He had picked you up many times during Stephen’s absence. Wong knew Stephen’s return might be hard on you after all the time you spend grieving him, blaming yourself. He was scared for you, knowing you would be fighting with yourself to open up again, too afraid.  

And just by seeing you right now, he knew he was right.

Stephen had spoken about you only a few times, each time stating your absence, how you had changed, him not being able to understand, his voice betraying anger. And Wong wasn’t blind. He had seen how Stephen always hang out in Kamar Taj, always in his steps, spending more time with him than at the Sanctum. He knew is friend wasn’t well too. And Wong knew Stephen missed your presence.

“What can i do for you?” you asked, stepping, the parchment at your side. 

“Just passing by, seeing how you're doing. We don’t see you often lately.”

“Sorry, just i’ve been busy and everything, you know.” 

He stared at you, and you knew you couldn't lie like that to him. 

“You’re back on med.”

Of course, he knew. Wong had seen you with them. You were fucking exhausted, and you felt like your mind would explode. You breathe deeply, your hand whipping your face, resting on your mouth, trying to find something to say. 

There was no point in lying. 

“I’ve had panics attacks.” you whispered, like you were admitting some shameful thought. 

Wong leaned closer, listening carefully. 

“I feel like… “ You sight, trying to find the word to explain yourself. 

“I don’t know where it came from, but sometimes i have this fear that lingered in me that kept growing and in these moments i can’t move, can’t breathe, i can’t think of anything to do, to say, i just… It felt like i froze, my heart stopped and i feel like i’m dying.”

You lower your eyes to the table, fidgeting with a pen that you just found.

“And i have nightmare again.”

“What happen in them.” 

“I don’t know. I can’t remember. But when i wake up, it’s so painful, and i feel empty, like i’ve lost something.”

Wong know. He knew Stephen return would be hard on you, he just didn’t expect that. 

“Don’t you think this have something to do with Stephen?”

Your eyes snapped back to him, but you didn’t answer. Of course, it had to do with him, as always.

“I can’t go through this again, Wong, i won’t survive it.” You shook your head.

“Y/N you won’t. Stephen is back for good.”

“How could you know it?”

Wong paused, knowing anything could happen. 

“We don’t. But you have to trust this.”  

“I’m trying, but every time i am near him, these memories on Titan came back, and he’s gone, again.”

Days had passed since your talk with Wong. Nothing had changed with Stephen, despite you trying. It still felt weird, the fear of having him disappearing invading you every time he was around. 

Stephen had tried talking, exchanging, trying to get everything back to normal. He didn’t understand why you were so reluctant. You two used to be pretty close. Now you felt like strangers. 

He hated this, and he was running out of patience. Stephen was the one who had lost five years of his life, and he didn’t understand how you could act like this with him. He had made this to save the universe. To save you. 

Naturally, he started to get angry at you, avoiding your presence. Never did he get angry in front of you, he couldn’t.

Until, one day, he snapped. You were heading back of a mission with him and Wong. The first one with him since he got back. You were stronger than he remembers, putting your life in line more than he could support. Shielding him from danger when he didn’t want you to risk your life. Saving his ass since he let his guard down, which result in you getting hurt.

Though you were fine, Stephen didn’t see it like this. Thinking you were reckless and too stubborn to follow directive. He was filming with rage.

You were in the Sanctum, pulling the relics you had found out of your bag.

“Well, it worked out better than expected.” you said, happy with the work.

“Better than expected? You’re joking?” Stephen snapped, raising his voice.

“You almost get yourself killed and were so reckless throughout all of it. Honestly, i’m so disappointed in you” He continued, the words falling out of his mouth before he could think of them.

“Strange!” Wong catch him, and he turned his eyes to him, seeing the anger in Wong eyes before he finally understood the words he just spit out to your face. 

Stephen turned to you and his heart broke, seeing your gaze on him breaking, your feature turning into a frown before your head fall to the ground. He had hurt you.

“I got some work to do.” you whispered, walking away from the room.

“You're a jerk, Strange.”

“Why should she care? She is the one avoiding me since i got back.”

“You were gone for five years, she spent five years mourning you and accepting your absence, stop expecting her to get used to you all over again after she saw you vanished away on Titan. You don’t know how she was after that. She had to live with this, here, alone, most of the time because i couldn’t send anyone here since we weren’t enough sorcerer left. Stop treating her like the twenty-one years old woman you first met, she’s not her anymore, and you should get use to it.”

Stephen just looked at Wong, processing what he said. Wong sights, calming down.

“Listen. We don’t say this often, you and i. But you are my friend, and your absence was hard for me at some point. I don’t want to imagine how it was for her, especially since she saw you disappeared in front of her eyes. Just, try to understand that it was hard for all your friend.”  Wong said, walking away from Stephen.

And Stephen felt bad. He could hear his heartbreaking.

The next day, you went in expedition for Ra, gathering ancient and stolen artifacts. It went wrong and, you ended up getting stabbed in your side, your hand covering the wounds to stop the bleeding. 

Hissing in pain, you walked back to the Sanctum, climbing the stairs, when a voice stopped you.

“We need to talk.” Stephen said, catching your hand covering the wounds.

“Let go of me” you spite out, walking away now angry.

Stephen had frozen at the coldness in your voice, looking as you walked away again. He was about to leave when he noticed the blood covering his hand. 

“Shit” he whispered before running after you, entering your room and knocking on the door of the bathroom.

“Y/N”

“Just leave me alone.” 

He sighted.

“Let me at least help you with your injury.”

“I can handle it.” You were raising the side of your shirt, examining the damage caused by the wound, as Ra tried reasoning you.

“You need help” He said before Stephen enter the bathroom. 

“Go away!”

“No i won’t, you need help, you're injured” He said softly this time, pushing you to sit on the counter. 

“Back off.”

“Why can’t you just stop being this stubborn?” His voice raising again.

“Just go please.” Your voice fall into a whisper as you lean away, hissing when the injury burns on your side. 

“I won’t leave you until i am sure you're okay.” 

A laugh escaped from your lips, soon followed by tears falling on your cheeks that you whipped quickly. 

It wasn’t the first time he was helping you tend your wounds, you had helped him too. But you didn’t want him to see the scars and old injury you got during mission.

You looked at him from the corner of your eyes as Stephen was taking the first aid kit before he got closer to you, helping to take your shirt off. Stephen froze as he watched your skin and the scars on them, some long, marking by knives, other looking like bullets. None of them had been taken care of properly, as they didn’t heal correctly. 

His hand went working at your side, trying his best not to shake while he stitched you up.

“What happened?” He asked, and you both know the real meaning behind his words. 

“It doesn’t matter.” You answer. 

As he is done with your injury, he watched the scars adorning your skin, tracing down those on your stomach, your shoulder. Stephen is careful in all his movement, too afraid to do something that would make you runaway. His hands traced the scars on your wrist, finding them too thin, too straight for scars in battle. Stephen knew what those scares were. His eyes fall on you as you take your wrist out of his hold, hiding them. Your head turned away from him, unable to support it anymore.

Stephen lean his forehead on your cheeks, swiping the tears falling on it before closing is eyes.

“What happened to us.” He finally built the courage to ask.

“Five years”

The silence between you lingered for while as Stephen tried to found something to say, knowing, far too well, that if he brings up your scar, you’ll run away from him. And he can’t support the thought of it. 

“I am sorry about what i said yesterday, i didn’t mean it. I was just angry at you.” he finally said.

“Yeah, i am angry at myself too.”

“I just don’t understand.”

“I don’t expect you to understand what’s on my mind, Strange.” 

At your words, Stephen realized something that made his heart sank deep in his body.

“Y/N” 

“Y/N” He screamed.

“Just listen to me at least.” Stephen continued.

“What, Strange?” you sight, seeing him running after you.

“Don’t act like that, please, not with me.” 

Your hands collapsed at your side, looking at him, waiting for him to talk.

“You said you were pushing away people when they came too close to you.”

He was looking over you, his hands falling on each side of your shoulder, like he wanted to make sure you wouldn’t move away from him.

“Don’t push me away, please.”

“Are you pushing me away?” he asked.

You jumped off the counter, avoiding his blue eyes, walking away from him.

“Y/N” 

“Y/N” he tried again, taking your hand in his again, but you slipped away, like a ghost.

“No” you whispered, going out of your room. 

Stephen just stood in the middle of the room, waiting, hoping you might return. But you don’t. And his eyes are drowned to a picture on the wall, the two of you, smiling and laughing after you asked Stephen to stand in front of the staircase in the sanctum when he officially became The master of the sanctum to memorize the instant. He had then insisted on you coming next to him in the picture, only for you to make the most gut-wrenching joke after the first shot. He had kept the serious one of the two of you, and you had kept this one.

He hated this.

Hello! So, here is the first part coming from the extract I posted a few days ago. I hope you will enjoy it. I would love to get any advice, good or bad to improve my writing, I personaly think it lack some sort of description.

Do let me know if you like it 🤞 See you soon for the next part !

Have a great day!

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Mother

I’ve always hated opening up to my mom

Ever since i was a kid, i found it difficult

I thought, maybe, i was the problem

Everyone always suggested

Why don’t you talk about it to your mom?

I thought i was the one in wrong

Mom always supported their child

So i opened up to her

Just a little

And I remembered, why I hated it.

Every time, she sent my feelings away

No matter what is wrong with me

It was worse for her.

Me being unwell, make her even worse

Why should i complain about my feelings

When everything was worse for her.

No matter what she said to me

“It’s for your own good”

Because to her, the only issue with me

It’s my body.

When i’ll lose weight, i’ll be better.

Yet

Even when i was fit, she found me fat.

Even when my body was fine, it wasn’t

Even when my body was OK,

I fought alone battle with my own mind.

“You just like me Daughter”

But mother, i don’t want to be like you.

-A

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Love me like you used to.

Doctor Stephen Strange x Avatar!reader (reader served the God Ra, Egyptian God of the sun and creation)

"Y/N, please." Stephen tried to take your hand, but you moved away again, standing up. 

"Don't."

"Stop pushing me away." His voice sound like a plea. He’s exhausted of this fight, too. Stephen misses you. 

"I must" 

"Why?"

"Because I am scared!"

You paused, tears falling from your eyes. This time, you don’t stop them. 

"I am fucking scared that if I touched you, if I am near you, you’ll just disappear all over again. I am afraid that your presence is just a dream or an illusion and I will have to go through loosing you, failing you all over again if i get too close. And I can't do it, I won't. I can't lose you a second time, Stephen. "

Your hands gaze over his cheeks, too afraid to actually touch him.

"Because it can't be real, it doesn’t feel real. It’s never real, Stephen."

Stephen leaned against your touch, cupping your head with his hands at the same time. 

"I am real, I am here, and I won't leave you again." He whispered, leaning his forehead against yours.

Hello! Here is a short extract of something I am currently working on. If ever you are interested in reading it then, do let me know, and I might post it when it's ready.

I'll give you a quick vision of the plot:

5 years had passed, Strange had just come back from the blip, his friend Y/N was older than when he left.

Both of them were happy to found one another, the reunion being all teary and hugging. Yet, ever since their return to the sanctum, it's all very different.

None of them knows how to act around each other, while the memory of their past friendship flowed their memories and let them grieving the past and hoping.