#connor kenway x f!reader

[elfven-blog]

The Bunny Hunt

Summary: Seeing Connor in his hunting attire, gives you the idea of being prey. Connor Kenway x F!Reader CW: MDNI, 18+ only, p in v, fingers, public (In woods), breeding, reader is bunny, creampie, chasing, reader calls him wolf (yuck, only once), primal play, prey x predator kink Word Count: 1.8K

Your eyes opened in surprise as large warm hands suddenly rested on your waist, pulling you back against an even warmer chest. Sturdy muscle pressing against your soft back as he dipped slightly to nuzzle into your hair, a deep breath taking in your scent. And you relax automatically as that deep soothing voice fills your ears “I missed you”.

A small laugh shook your shoulders as you turned in his arms, your hands now resting against his biceps “You were gone for the morning, my love.” came your answer, and your eyes wandered down his attire. Connor had for gone his normal assassin clothes, replaced the grey and whites with brown fur, and apparently no shirt. He watched as your head tilted to the side, and your blinks slowed down as you continued staring at his bare chest until your hands moved from his biceps to squeeze gently at his chest.

The russet colour of Connor’s face turned deeper as he blushed, his hands wrapping around your wrists to pull them away as his head bowed down to hide. And a pout grew on your lips as he did so, trying to pull your hands free but he held them still, moving them above your head as he pushed you against the counter stopping you from being able to move at all as he used his stature to keep you there. 

He lay his head against your cheek, deciding to ignore how you’d touched him moments ago. “And every moment I am away from you is agony, so just accept my affection”. The assassin pressed a sweet kiss to your head unaware of the way your eyes were moving lower down his body. While the man normally towered over you, with the way he was bent, you had a great view as your eyes followed the hair that disappeared below his trousers, the fabric sitting low on his hips “I’m only wearing this because I miss it…it feels like home” his voice was stern, like he could read the ideas flowing in your mind.

Your heart softens at his words, you know how hard it’s been for him since he left the tribe but that mushy feeling doesn’t stop the way you look at him, or the way your thighs press together “And what if you did wear it for other reasons?” and you felt Connor’s entire body starting to tense. His breath catching in his throat at the tone of your voice.

“What kind of reasons?” his voice rumbled from above you in that way that made your thighs press together, Connor’s hands squeezed your wrists for a moment before letting them go, his hands travelled down to your thighs, pulling your dress up until he could feel the warm soft fat of your thighs. And this time it was you grabbing his wrists to stop him.

“I have a better idea”.

And that was how you ended up running through the woods, a grin on your face as you tried to control your breathing. You’d moved away from the homestead so there was less of a chance of someone catching what you were doing. For a moment you paused, hand against a tree as you leant to gather your breath. How Connor spent hours running you had no idea. A noise startled you and your head turned quickly, you swear you saw brown so your legs started running again.

It didn’t take long until you heard something again, and then big arms were wrapped around you. Hot breath against your skin, panting in your ear as you were forced to the forest floor. He used his body weight to pin you to the ground, his arms holding your hips up as he bucked forward against your ass. Your arms moved to hold your weight up, knees on the floor as your legs spread and your breasts heaved as your own breathing became shallow.

His voice filled your senses “What’s this? A sweet little bunny alone in the woods?” One of his hands stayed around your waist to keep you in place, the other moved your dress until it was pushed up your back, and he groaned at the sight of your bare cunt. Dripping and clenching around nothing. “With a sweet little hole ready to be used”.

Connor’s hold on you made it difficult to move and all you wanted was to grind against something as his words teased you, his hand slid so slowly between your legs, ignoring where you wanted him to touch most until you whined loudly. The sound that left you had him almost growling, his hips bucking forward again. 

He took a breath to control himself, his eyes glancing around him and listening for any sound of people, once he heard none his fingers slid along your pussy, gathering the wetness as his finger pressed to your clit and circled the sensitive nub until your hips were pressing down against him. “Poor bunny, just so wet” his thumb pushed at your hole gently causing you to mewl and your thighs to squeeze around his wrist.

The corner of the assassin’s mouth turned up, his thumb slipping past your hole and he moved his legs between yours pushing them open so you were held spread for him. Connor groaned at the sight, his trousers feeling far too tight suddenly. He watched your cunt clench around his thumb and his eyes darkened at the sight. The urge to fuck you taking a tight hold but he needed to get you ready first.

“Cunt just needs a fat cock to stretch it out” his thumb slipped from your hole resorting you to whimper at the feeling and the man above you shushed you lightly, his back laying across your chest as his hand moved so he could slip his fingers into you instead. Two of them pushing into you, knuckles dragging against your walls slowly “You enjoying this? Someone hunting you down and fucking you against the floor?” you clenched around his fingers in response.

Connor knew your body better than anyone, so he knew when to curl them up against that sweet spot inside you. His fingers constantly pushed into you over and over again until your slick was drooling down your thighs and pooling on the floor below you, your arms shook as they held your weight up and your back arched as you tried to push against his hand more. 

The man had you painting his hand in your orgasm, honey skin glistening with your juices as you moaned and gasped from his actions. Your eyes slipped closed as you cried out from the orgasm. Your legs twitching, and your arms couldn’t hold you up as you fell against the floor, leaves and sticks prickling your skin as you lay there.

“Such a good bunny” His fingers moved from your hole and you whimpered from the sensitivity. His clean hand pushed his trousers down, and he wrapped the wet hand around his cock to pump it a few times, grunting at the feeling before he rubbed the already leaking tip across your folds and against your clit until you were trying to get away. His hand pushed your back, using his strength and weight to keep you in place as his voice rumbled through your ear “You stay right there so I can breed this pretty little pussy, or you wont cum again”.

A gasp left your mouth at his words, hips bucking back against his cockhead. And Connor’s head fell back at the feeling, using his hand to rub against your clit again so he could feel the way you squirmed, trying to stay still but failing. “Please wolf” came the desperate moan below him as you tried so hard to be good.

And he grinned down at you in that animalistic way “Well if you insist”. The feeling of his cock pushing into you and your knees drawing under you, walls trying to adjust to the size of him and your head falling against the floor. The feeling was too much for you even with the prep, Connor tried to go slowly until your hand reached for him, grasping at his waist to pull him closer, unable to speak of what you wanted but he got the idea as he quickly finished pushing into you. His hips flush against your ass, and his cock fully buried inside you.

Connor’s head fell back at the feeling of your tight walls clamping down on him, your hand falling from his hip as your hands curled against the ground, gripping leaves and anything else. His hand pushed further into your back, the other gripping at your hip as it bruised the fat there. And he stayed still for all of a moment, listening to the way you panted and moaned at feeling so full before he pulled back and then snapped forwards causing you to jolt with the movement.

Within moments Connor was bullying his cock in and out of you, barely giving you the time to adjust to him. “Gonna breed this bunny so good” his words had your eyes fluttering as his hips snapped against you. The sound of skin slapping filled the forest around you, Connors grunts and your moans drowned out the sound of animals. Your cunt clenched around him at his words and his grip tightened on you “Like that? Yeah you do, wants this wolf to breed her”

His voice was hoarse as he kept mumbling out words that sent your head dizzy, and your hole tighter. Your legs shaking beneath you, nails digging into the ground and your body jolted forward with every snap of his hips. Every “good girl”, “That’s it” and “Take it” earned Connor some of those sweet noises. His breathing shallow as he lay his chest against your back, covering you completely with his build and pressing you further into the ground.

His hand slipped from your hip to circle at your clit, you didn’t know whether to press back against his cock or forward against his hand. The feeling had you drooling against the ground until your hole spasmed around him and you moaned. Your second orgasm hit you as you soaked his thighs and the floor again. Connor’s hips stuttered at the feeling until his cock pressed into you a few times slowly, dragging against your over sensitive walls until he was forcing you to the ground completely and hot sticky ropes of cum filled you. 

You twitched around him at the feeling, his hands moving to soothe your body as he pinned you to the floor with his weight. He panted in your ear as he came, his hips rolling forward a few more times until he was done. You whimpered as he slipped himself from you, he watched his cum drool from your hole before using his fingers to push it back in and your hips pressed back “That is a pretty sight” he mumbled.

[assassins-and-hidden-blades]

How does Haytham, Connor, Edward, Arno and Evie react to their kid waking them up because they had a nightmare (I just found your blog and I love it!)

Aww thank you so much! (I’ve finally got around to opening my inbox again!!) Here we go, then (thanks for specifying!)...

Imagine the ages as you wish, by the way, I never really had set ages in my mind.

“Papa/Father/Mama/Mother, I can’t sleep...”

Haytham (GN!Reader)

“What is bothering you, Y/C/N?”

“I had a bad dream...”

Haytham would rarely spend time in bed, choosing instead to sit at his desk and do some paperwork.

“Would you like to elaborate on that, young man/lady?”

“I was lost, and I couldn’t find you. I was really scared.”

They would be sitting in his lap in the dim candlelight, calmly resting their head on his rising and falling chest as he would tell them fantastical stories in a gentle hum, and would keep cradling them in his arms until long after they fall asleep, finishing the must finish paperwork first.

Connor (F!Reader)

“P-Papa?”

There was a sudden weight on his chest.

His eyes snapped open, momentarily alarmed.

“What’s the matter, Y/C/N?” 

He would rub their back soothingly as they climb onto him, tears staining his shirt.

“Don’t cry, darling.”

You would have stirred by this time, ears pricking at the sounds of distress.

“They found us, Papa; they hurt you and M-M...”

Connor sat up to properly hold Y/C/N as they broke down into more terrified sobs. 

“It’s alright, it’s alright...”

Kissing them upon their head, Connor wrapped an arm around you as they calmed down slowly.

“They aren’t real, Y/C/N; you’re alright now.”

“Konoronkwa, Y/C/N. We’re all safe here.”

“Konoronkwa, Papa, Mama.”

Edward (GN!Reader)

“NO!”

Edward startled at the sound and bounded towards the source. 

Y/C/N sat up straight at the sound of the door flying open.

“You alright, lad/lass?”

Embarrassed, they nodded. “Just fine, Father.”

He furrowed his brows, tying his hair back.

“Is there anything you’d want to talk about?”

“...No.”

They’d smile dismissively, but Edward wouldn’t let it go.

“What were you dreaming about?”

“I can’t remember, Father. Goodnight.”

They wouldn’t want to stay on their own for long. 

Lantern in hand, they crept into your shared bedroom, slowly climbing between you and Edward.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Edward would mumble quietly (as to not wake you).

“In the morning, please.”

With an affirming kiss on the head, Edward left it at that.

Arno (F!Reader)

Arno heard footsteps walking down the hall, and watched as light moved past his bedroom.

He checked over your sleeping form before grabbing his pistol out of the holster on his dresser, quietly pulling down the hammer.

As he stalked the noise, he quickly recognised the familiar sniffling of his daughter/son.

He hid the pistol behind his back instantly.

He caught them watching out of the window. 

“Y/C/N? Is everything alright?”

“I saw people die, Papa.”

Arno picked them up to sit them on his hip.

“Où?”

They pointed to their head, and Arno kissed them there.

“It wasn’t real. It was just a dream.”

“I was scared, because Mama was dead.”

Arno hid how his muscles seemed to tense.

“Mama’s upstairs, cheri.”

Arno walked to the kitchen.

“We’ll see her in a minute, but for now, how about a warm drink?”

Evie (GN!Reader)

There were a few polite knocks on the bedroom door.

“Yes?”

Y/C/N came into view, rubbing their bloodshot eyes.

“I don’t want to die, Mother.”

And with that, the waterworks started again.

Evie quickly opened her arms to allow them to release their emotions.

Cue a very long and deep conversation about religion, reality, and faith.

“Don’t be embarrassed; Uncle Jacob had that thought as a child-- Now it’s almost as if he’s asking for it.”

They slept with you and Evie that night, clinging as tightly as the day they were born.

“If you still worry, I have a few books on the matter that you might find comfort in reading.”

“If they’re murder mysteries...”

[fandom-imagines-stuff]

Do you have a masterlist?

Masterlist:

R6S:

Doc - Short imagine

Doc x F reader (Being forced to kill Doc’s friend, Part 1)

Doc x reader (Doc fainting)

Doc x reader (Reader asthma attack because of laughing)

Doc x M reader (Being babysat by Doc)

Doc x M reader (Chopping hair after traumatizing event)

Doc x M reader (Getting lost on a mission)

Doc x M reader (Squeamish with blood)

Doc x reader (Comforting during nightmares)

Doc x M reader (Doing laundry)

Doc x M reader (NSFW, making out session)

Rook x M reader (NSFW, dominating)

Tachanka - F Short imagine

Tachanka x M reader (Fluff)

Tachanka x F reader (NSFW, Femdom)

Montagne - Short imagine

Sledge x reader (Being teased by Sledge)

Sledge x reader (Slapping Sledge’s bald head)

Sledge x M reader (Piggyback ride)

Mute x reader (Dumb reader)

Mute x reader (Adopting a cat)

Glaz x reader (Graffiti artist)

Glaz x reader (Twitch streamer)

Glaz x F reader (Doctor looking after Glaz)

Smoke x M reader (NSFW, what’s in the canister?)

Zero x M reader (NSFW, making love)

Being treated like a kid by Sledge, Smoke, Glaz and Tachanka

Bandit finds out that the reader knows how to tattoo

Jäger, Sledge, Vigil and Kapkan find out you had depression

Spetsnaz & SAS (Texting them to pick you up)

Naruto

Kakashi x F Reader (Kakashi not being able to protect you)

Assassin’s Creed

Connor Kenway - F Short imagine

Ezio Auditore - F Short imagine

JJBA

Giorno Giovanna x F reader (Fluff, smut)

Ikemen Vampire

Beethoven (own character) x F reader

[celestialgaea]

Fanfiction Masterlist

Assassin’s Creed:

 finished pieces:

(Older) Jacob Frye x Reader//  Post Coital Mornings (recently written)

(Request) Brotherhood!Ezio x Young!Reader// Smut (Recently written)

(Request) Brotherhood!Ezio x Reader // Smut (Recently written)

(Revelations) Ezio Auditore x Reader // The Belly Dancing Beauty // Lime (recently written)

(Request) Haytham Kenway x Reader

(Request) Shay Cormac x Reader // Smut

(Request) Jacob Frye x Tall!Reader // Lime

Jacob Frye x Reader // Soft Mornings // Fluff

Assassin's Creed Preferences: Things you do that turns them on

Ezio Auditore x Reader // Salvatore // Slight Smut

Connor Kenway x Reader // The Baker’s Daughter Next Door // Fluff

Assassin’s creed headcanon: How they would react if  your breasts were seen through the clothing. // Slight Smut

Assassin’s creed headcanons: Music school edition

A Teacher’s Affaire // Literature Teacher!Ezio Auditore x Student!Reader // Part II

A Teacher’s Affaire|| Literature Teacher!Ezio Auditore x Student!Reader || Part I

Audio Imagines:

(Brotherhood) Ezio Auditore x reader / Audio Imagine #1

Drafts:

(Older) Jacob Frye x Reader // An old man still has vigor

(Older) Jacob Frye x Reader // Loving near the fireplace

 (Modern AU) Ezio Auditore x Reader // Italian Pottery Cursus

Haytham Kenway x reader // Come to bed

Ezio Auditore x Reader // Carnevale

 The Fight Club Champion || Jacob Frye x Reader

(Revelations) Ezio Auditore x Reader //Soft Mornings // fluff, soft smut

(Request) Ezio x F!Reader // jealousy

(Dilf/Older) Shay Cormac x Reader // mentor // smut

     Carlisle Cullen x reader

Carlisle Cullen x Reader

[unprofessional-bard]

MASTERLIST.

Last Updated: 12/12/2022

Losing My Religion Series Last Updated: 16/08/2021

NOT TAKING REQUESTS AT THE MOMENT!

Here's a guide to what I write, please read before requesting!

F! = Female  ||  M! = Male

(Character) x (Character) = Romantic pairing

(Character) & (Chatacter) = Platonic pairing

(Character) x Reader = Gender netural fic/for readers of all gender identities. All of my fics are gender netural unless specified otherwise!

(Character) x Reader/OC = Fic involving reader with OC characteristics.

(Fic Name)** = Fic involving smut/+18/NSFW content.

REQUESTS

• Can I make a fic/headcanon/etc. request?

Not anymore, I'm afraid! I've 7 and a half out of 16 requests done. When I finish them, perhaps I'll open them again!

I WRITE:

• What I like/what I have the most inspiration for at the time.

• (F!Character) x (F!Reader) pairings or (F!Character) fics as well, but no promises about (M!Reader), I'm sorry!

• Fluff, angst, smut, blood/gore... I mostly can write about anything. I like to write my fics realistically and pay attention to the story, but I always put detailed warnings on my fics!

I DON'T WRITE (TW!!):

• P*dophilia. Anything that involves an adult character/reader with an underage (child) character/reader unless it's platonic/parental. If I happen to write characters with age gaps, I'll keep it between adult characters – a five year age gap between 30 & 35 is not the same with 15 & 20.

• Incest. I don't know what the absolute fuck goes on in some of y'alls minds but just, fuck off. Disgusting.

Thank you for reading and understanding, my last wish is to offend any of you, so please please please let me know if I've made an error/if the things I say don't match with what I write!!

• R*pe. Reminder that non-consensual sex is just a polite word for rape. I will never ever write a scenario in any of my fics that includes rape.

VIDEO GAMES.

I. THE LAST OF US

Joel Miller

Losing My Religion Series (x F!Reader/OC): Masterlist to the series is linked to the title.

Don't Push It, Pt. 1 (x F!Reader): Based on this request.

Dont Push It, Pt. 2** (x F!Reader)

Sex headcanons** (meme)

Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanons (meme)

Romantic headcanons (meme)

Family headcanons (meme)

Kinktober Day 15** (x Reader)

Ellie

Romantic headcanons (meme)

Old age + Sleeping headcanons (meme)

Tommy Miller

Family headcanon (meme)

More works coming soon!

II. ASSASSIN'S CREED

Jacob Frye

Out of Touch (x Reader)

Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor

Hello Stranger (x Reader)

Haytham Kenway

Simple Twist of Fate** (x F!Reader)

Ezio Auditore

A Small Surprise (x F!Reader): Based on this request.

III. RED DEAD REDEMPTION

Arthur Morgan

Bedroom/house/living quarters + Sex headcanons** (meme)

More coming soon/Series in progress!

Bigby Wolf

IV. THE WOLF AMONG US

Cat and... Wolf? (x Reader): Based on these requests.

Have it Your Way** (x F!Reader): Based on this request.

Bigby Having a Crush on a Co-worker Headcanons (x F!Reader): Based on this request.

V. THE WITCHER

Geralt of Rivia

Some Peace & Quiet (x F!Reader): Based on this request.

Sex Headcanons** (meme)

Kinktober Day 23** (x F!Reader)

Yennefer of Vengerberg

Kinktober Day 28** (x F!Reader)

VI. DISHONORED

Corvo Attano

Romantic headcanons (meme)

VII. UNCHARTED

Nathan Drake

Sleep + Sex headcanons** (meme)

Samuel Drake

Romantic headcanons (meme)

Sex headcanons** (meme)

VIII. DEVIL MAY CRY

Vergil

Cooking/food headcanons (meme)

IX. CALL OF DUTY

Russell Adler

Series in progress! (as of November 2022)

More works in progress for Black Ops, Modern Warfare (2019) & Modern Warfare II (2022) characters, will gladly do headcanons and one shots for other characters since I'm motivated

[littlefrenchfryesblog]

Visitor Students (Part 2)

Pairing: Jacob Frye x Reader

Characters: Jacob Frye, Evie Frye, Ethan Frye, Henry Green, Arbaaz Mir, Kaur Pyara, Ezio Auditore, Maria Auditore, Claudia Auditore, Mario Auditore, Arno Dorian, Elise De La Serre, Edward Kenway, Connor Kenway

Modern AU

Summary: The reader lives in Turkey (The reason I choose this country because I want the reader to talks a language that none of the characters can speak or understand.) And the characters visited the school, that reader studies. The reader studies in one of the most successful schools in Istanbul. Reader and reader's friends have talents just like Assassins. The reader meets with visitor students. But the thing she didn’t know is the reader’s dad is the friend of Ethan Frye.

Note: (T/I/Y/W/T/P) = The Instrument You Want To Play

            (Y/N) = Your Name

            (L/N) = Last Name

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     From now on I will have some songs to you guys to read my stories with!! So, can you open the song from One Direction - Story  Of My Life Luv You All!!

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     (Y/N)'s POV

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              We continue to talk with Jacob when I told him how many things our teacher can do with a pencil, he just surprised. Because our teachers did not just write with a pencil. They can throw them in air and catch 'em in the same place and they can do that forever. And they are not stopping, not fail, every time. And so many things like that. That conversation starts when Jacob saw in his Twitter a text but it was Turkish so he wants me to translate it, and of course, I said ''Yes'' because how can I say no to his smirk and those hazel eyes of his. I look to the text message, it says ''Avrupa'da avukatlık okuyorum, Galatasaray Lisesi mezunuyum ve önüme geçen her testin tamamını doğru yapabiliyorum, sizin yetenkleriniz nedir?'' I looked to the text message with impressed and Jacob quickly realizes it and said ''What was it, love?'' I said ''Damn, this girl is so successful. It says ''I study to be a lawyer in Europe, I graduated from Galatasaray High school and I could solve any questions that come in front of me. What is your talent guys? And Galatasaray High School is the most successful school in Turkey. If you want to get into that school you should at least get the LGS exam full correct and all of your subjects and exams should be 100 and it means in your education system  A+.'' When I told him that he was impressed. And I continued ''So, what is your talent, Jacob Frye?'' And he smirks at me and I felt a heat goes to my cheeks. I hide my cheeks with the sleeve my loose sweater. He looks at me and says with a grin and a smirk ''Well (Y/N) (L/N) I can fight so deadly and I can take aim from so far and I can shoot my target from there.'' He looks at me like he asks me to say him my talent. And I realized he is quite sexy. When I realize it he asks with his low voice ''So, (Y/N) (L/N) what is your special talent?'' I answered him with nervus. ''Well, Jacob Frye I can remember everyone's teacup on an occasion that includes 100 people. And I don't think I have another talent.'' He still looks at me with one of his elbows on the kitchen counter, and he said to me when I just finish my sentence ''Lie. I saw the paintings you do, I heard you memorize everything you see and you prove it in the history class. And I saw your ballet and how you play (T/I/Y/W/T/P) in videos...'' He continued but After my dad calls me, I got the coffees and put them on a tray.

      I went to the living room, give everyone coffee. And went back to the kitchen, I found Jacob looking at his phone with worry. He looks like some child on a swing and looks for the sky with worry when it rains.

        ''What happened? I just went to the living room to bring others coffee.'' He didn't react to me. I go near to him and I saw an emotion like... Like... Heartbreak?

         ''My ex...'' And I say with  ''Oh...'' He continued ''I saw her story on Instagram.'' And he showed me the story for like five seconds ''As I say, she just gets over me...'' and he takes the phone to his direction and I stop him ''No, No, show that again.'' He looks to me with a smirk and gave me his phone. I looked again and I said ''I know this guy.'' I lead the phone between us and said ''Look for the man behind them. And look at the zippo he uses to light his cigarette. It has a Turkish flag on it. And if you look for the view it matches with the Barırköy coast. Wich is not a real coast. Wait, I know here. I was in there!'' And I took my coat from the chair.

           ''Wait!? What are you doing?'' I shout at him and I say ''If you want to see her, Quick! We don't have any time to waste''

           When I saw that he is not making any move, I grabbed his hand and lead him to the outside. First-time my luck smiles to my face and I found a taxi. I told the driver where we should go and he shakes his hand and we start to go.

           I looked to Jacob he looks like a villager who saw an alien. I said to him ''What?! Didn't you want this?'' He said when he stands straight. ''No... Well, maybe. But not like that.'' And when he said that we arrived. ''Too late.'' When I look back I saw he didn't move. He looks at me with a smirk and le relaxes more I shout at him ''Okey Mr. Sexy if you want to see her we need to go.'' And I picked his hand and lead him outside. When I lead him outside, he said with a huge, flirty and in my option sexy, smirk that sends a shiver down to my spine ''So, you think I'm sexy?'' I rolled my eyes and say ''Don't you dare start.''

        When we arrived, I felt a huge pain in my stomach. And as a normal human, I cry for the pain I felt. And when I almost fell to the ground Jacob pick me and looked me in the eye. ''(Y/N)! Are you okay?!'' I said when I got up. ''Y-Yes, yes. I'm good.'' 

              Shit.

         This shouldn't happen here. Like a bad memory, It was two years earlier, my friends turn their back to me. They shoot me behind. And when I was alone at home. All I want is to be free. So I go to the window and I close my eyes then open them again, I thought that look was my last look to the world. The last thought I have was  ''When people say you're worthless, that does not mean you are worthless. When people say you're a wrong person, that doesn't mean you're a wrong person. That's just prooves they are just stupid.'' And I jumped. But I didn't think I will live. But when I learned to make a child to me is nearly impossible, I want to die twice. And the doctors said to me ''You jumped to an iron bar. And the iron bar enters your stomach and damage the wall of the womb. So, you have a serious stitch. You shouldn't be in so hot and so cold.'' And if I will be somewhere like that it could bleed. For that, I take some pills to it. But I remember I forgot to take them today. 

          So, when I got up he was still looking at me so I showed him the girl named Teressa I think ''Look she is there! Let's go!'' And when we go near to them, I felt pain again and I touch the wound. I look to my hand again and when I looked, all I could saw was blood.

I got up and said to Jacob ''I'm in the toilet!''

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Jacob's POV 

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        (Y/N) wnt to the toilet with panic in her eyes. So I started to look for Teressa. There is a man that looked familiar to me. Of course, That was Trevor, he is one of the popular guys in my old school. 

        I came closer to them and I start to hear the conversation they have. Trevor said ''I will make you happier than that Jacob. When I get his gang called Rooks, I will win.'' I start to get angry. How could he say something like that? Then they continue to that conversation, some people go to that table too. When I take a closer look I saw my traitor friends. They were the first Rooks and the first friends I have in middle school. The first one I met was Ed, I was best friends with him, then someday Nigel came and when I so busy with making a gang in school, I didn't realize they were hiding secrets from me and after that, they start to talk among themselves. And after all of the time they just... They just... Go...

          After like thirty minutes I started to worry about where (Y/N) is. And I looked around for her. When I saw her she saw me too and she smiles at me. 

          She sat next to me and said with a warm smile ''So, what happened?'' And I look back to the crowd. And back to her. When I saw Teressa and Trevor kissing I just got up from the chair and start to walk over to the table Teressa and others are sitting. But when I feel something on my arm. It wasn't hurting me, when I look for it I saw it.

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    I took Jacob's arm and when he looks back at me I saw something at his eyes, a  child, broken and crying for help. And I saw it, his soul was wounded.

    ''Jacob, don't. If you will do that, you won't feel better than before. Believe me, they don't deserve someone perfect like you.'' He looked at me with sad eyes, ''How could you feel sure about that?'' I know that was an S.O.S. came from him, that no one looks for. ''Cause, I see it in your eyes. Let's just get out of here and I promise you we will talk about it.'' He just nodded. And we started to get out of the restaurant.

     We walked a little bit and arrived at the rocky place on the coast.  I jumped to the rocks and Jacob came behind me. When we sat to rock and look for the sea, I was the first one to talk. ''What happened? I mean when you look to them, you are not looking to them with anger or revenge ''What did they do to you, Jacob?'' He stopped a little bit. I was sure that he remembers the thing or things happened. I was just like a child who waits for her lollipop from her parents. He took a deep breath, ''It was two years ago, I have the most perfect friends around me. Or I was thinking like that. When I started high school, I was the most popular guy at school as usual. Come on, look to this face.'' And he shows me his face, I giggled ''And I planned to start a new gang. I joined all of the sports clubs I could join as possible, that's where I meet with Teressa, but that's another story. I was busy with my gang, and I think I get away from my friends. I still don't know how I didn't I get caught by teachers eye, I think that's Evie's thing. My friends start to ignore me, and '' When he didn't even finish his sentence I continue. ''Let me guess, and they tell you to move on and they finish their friendship with you, you start to feel like you are so weak and you are not enough for their attention. You became a depressive person, sometimes you feel numb and paralyzed. After some time you have new friends around you and you trust them very well. Is this how your story ends?'' His face looks like he was taken aback by my words. He just said ''Exactly.'' But I continued to my sentence I picked his hand and say ''Look, Jacob, people can be blind sometimes. Most of the time they don't see what's in front of them. If you're worried about you're not enough, all I can say to you is ''Enough to who and enough to whom?'' sometimes you see a beautiful person and an ugly person, you can say ''Wow! Look to the girl and look to the man with her he looks like her grandfather.'' and someone can say ''Wow! Look to the man and look to the woman with her. She isn't enough to him.'' so, don't forget, you are soo special, there is no other person like you. That means you don't need to worry about being enough for something or someone, cause you're always enough or more than enough. Ok? And you don't need to worry about the things you have a problem with. You can always come to me. Cause if you can't find a way to get out of them, maybe WE could find a way to get out of them.'' He looked to me with thankful eyes. ''I lived the same things too, so it looks like we share the same fate, Mr. Frye.'' I stood up and told him ''We can go now don't you think. We will have a lot of time to talk, Am I wrong?'' he stood up too and he said ''Oh, yeah lass.'' and he presses a thing in his hand and he moves to left a little bit and shows the car behind him. I ask with shock ''How did you?'' he said ''Oh, I have a lot of surprises.'' And he gave me his hand to help me get out of the rocky area.

       When we got in the car, I feel like his eyes always are on me.

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  When we were in the car, I couldn't get my eyes off of her. She was the only person who spoke to me like that. She was soo merciful, kind and positive. When I was thinking all of them at the same time, she opened the window and her hair was flowing with the wind and her eyes were closed. I could saw her smile on the wind came to her skin. She was like the stars. She lights more when it gets dark. I could just look at her and see the stars in her. So I wanted to make her close to the atmosphere, where she belongs. I opened the top window. And she quickly looked to it. She said ''Why you didn't tell me you have a top window in the car!?'' I said with the usual smirk on my face ''I said to you love, I'm full of surprises.'' And after that, I saw some drops on the window. When I look up to the sky, I was full of dark clouds and I started to realize the rain was started. The storms are coming. And when I looked to (Y/N), I saw she isn't at the place that she was sitting. And I looked to her legs. I saw she was climbed to the car's seat and she was out of the top window. I said her ''(Y/N)! It's raining! What are you doing!?'' She said back to me ''That's why it's soo fun!'' After those words, I saw her hair was wet, and she smiles the brighter than the sun at the storm. She was different. I felt something. But I didn't care about it. I was busy watching her. She said ''Can you pull over?'' when she sat back to her seat and I closed the top window. I asked her ''Why?'' and she looked to me with naughty eyes and she started to talk ''Just don't think about it! It's my surprise for you.'' and after that, I pull over. And she said ''I knew you like surprises.'' After that, she got out of the car and rut outside with her arms and hands open with a smile on her face. I got out of the car and I yell at her ''(Y/N)! What are you doing?'' when she heard that I yell at her she came back to the car and opened the song ''One Direction - The Story Of My Life '' and she got the voice level as high as possible then she took me from my hands and lead me to the pouring rain. Then she yelled at me ''Thought you were brave to walk under the rain, Mr. Frye'' Then she leave my hands and started to run. I said ''Oh, I am Ms. (L/N).'' and she yelled at me again ''So prove it, Mr. Frye! Catch me if you can!'' After that, I tried to clutch her.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Guys let's chance the song to Ruelle - Live Like Legends from here... All right! Let's continue to our story!

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  When she was running I heard a voice came from behind when I turned my back I saw a woman with an angelic voice and a long white dress. Then she started to talk ''Hello Jacob Frye, we need to talk.'' I asked her who is she, she answered me with kindness ''I have so many names. But...It was Minerva when I was dead.'' I remembered the name. And she continued ''I learned that you are always praying for Juno to show you what your soulmate is doing.'' I started to feel awkward and a little bit scared ''There is no need to be afraid of.  We are not the gods. We are just the ones that came before. I just want to know why you are caring so much about your soulmate.'' I answered her ''I just want to know who she is.'' and she continued ''I know you are so connected to her even now but I think I could help you more than Juno and when you need to make a choice I need you to promise me, child, that you won't release her.'' and I was so excited and I promised her I won't release her. and she contınued to talk ''All I can tell you is you are so close to being with her. Goodbye, my child, we will talk again soon.'' And then she disappeared. I turned to real-life when I heard (Y/N) called me. ''Jacob? Are you okay?'' And she came more near to me. When she was trying to hold my shoulder I caught her and swing her around. When I sat her to the ground she giggled at me and she said ''No! That's not fair!'' and I catch her once again and said ''Oh, isn't is fair, love?'' And after that so many times and rouns of running and catching. When I tried to catch her again she stopped and I jumped to her back ''Gotchya!'' she put his finger to my mouth and continued to talk '' Yes, of course, dad. We are on our way! Bye!'' she looked back to me and giggled ''Your face is so funny right now cause, you realize my dad was on the phone'' and I answered her with a smirk on my face ''Oh is it?'' and I catch her again and raise her to the air. And she said ''Why we don't take photos?'' and we started to take photos. And when we went back to the car we looked at the photos and send them to each other.

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     And we arrive back home with all of our wet hair and clothes we went to our rooms secretly. I told him that I will take a quick shower and I make a beeline to the bathroom. When the hot water hit my shoulder I was soo relaxed by the feeling. And my brain went back to Jacob again and again. I still don't know why I feel so attached to him but I thought that's because we lived the same things, the same infidelities, same problems. When I was thinking those things I got out of the shower and quickly changed my clothes. I wished everyone a good night and I pulled over by Evie and I told her everything we do, not the special parts, of course, and she told me that there is a very good harmony between us and she told me to be careful about her stupid twin, and after a little chit chat with Evie I went back to my room.

     When I was nearly sleeping, I heard Jacob's voice that calling me. I opened my eyes and ''Jacob? Why aren't you sleeping?'' and he answered me with puppy eyes ''(Y/N) I can't sleep. Can I sleep with you cause Evie sleeps with Henry my dad is in another room and I have a problem with sleeping in a place that is new for me?'' When I saw nervous in his eyes I said ''Of course Jacob, you can sleep with me. That's not a problem.'' and I made a space for him to sleep and when he sleeps next to me, his face was full of peace.

     I woke up again at 4 a.m. and I found Jacob sleeping on my chest and my hand was on his hair. And I use the opportunity of playing with his soft chocolate brown hair. When I was nearly sleeping I heard a whisper came from him ''Thank you (Y/N), sweet dreams.'' And I leave myself to the arms of sleep. 

@sassenach-on-the-rocks

[mavrisfanfics]

Connor X Reader X Haytham - Sugar Daddy [Request]

Fandom: Assassin’s Creed III (Modern!AU)

Pairing: Connor Kenway x Reader

Words: 1466

Warnings: Mentions to sexual content, but nothing too explicit.  Tell me if you think this needs to be tagged as nsfw, but since there's nothing explicit, I think it's not necessary. Also, OOC af.

Notes:(I took the freedom to change it slightly and step it up a notch 😉)

Forgive me father for I have sinned. I made this a bit more dirty than usual and I'm willing to make a continuation ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°), which is strange.

I apologize my lack of activity, but I’ve spent the last week fangirling over Pyre. That game is so husbando/waifu material. Plus it has the cutest canon pairings ever. I’ll replay it again a few more times until I can explore the various options for the endings. Seriously, I’m considering making a reader-insert for Pyre, which could be fucking canon since the player’s character is treated as Reader. The whole damn game is a Reader-insert with basketball-like rituals in between represented by beautiful art and music, and with amazing characters to meet throughout the journey... I just rambled didn’t I?...

Well, I did my best.

Anyway, enjoy!

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(sry not sry 4 the gif)

Her fingers wrapped nervously around the edge of her dress, nervously twisting and stretching the fabric. Her boyfriend was driving, hand occasionally settling over hers to grip them reassuringly. She appreciated the gesture, but couldn't help but feel nervous. Meeting your beloved's parents was never easy.

"I have an ex that lived here in the area." She blurted, trying to distract herself with conversation. Connor simply hummed in acknowledgement, not knowing what to reply. "I would still be with him if I hadn't met you."

"Was he jealous you spent time with me?" He jokingly asked.

"No, I just love you more than I ever liked him." She gave him an adoring look that made him blush. "It was more a casual thing, you know...".

As they progressed further into the neighborhood, she started noticing that it was the same way her ex used to take to his house, on those day they had it for themselves and could have some /fun/ without being interrupted. She had college roommates at the time, and her "ex", was actually an older man with a son of his own, a couple years older than her, so they took whatever time they could to spend some /pleasurable/ time together.

She drove away the thoughts of those times, feeling as if she was cheating on Connor just from remembering. Connor was the best man she ever met and no one could make her change her mind. Although the escapes were fun...

She scolded herself and remembered why she was there and her hands returned to the hem of the dress, eyes cast down while worries of what could happen ran through her head. She'd never been in a serious relationship, so meeting Connor's father was a nerve-wrecking experience.

Next thing she knew, her thoughts were pieced by Connor's voice.

"We're here."

She got out of the car quickly, fixing her dress before following Connor towards the house. Only then did she recognize the house and she froze in horror.

No, it couldn't be!

Connor took her hand and led her to the front door, which he unlocked with a key of his own after ringing the bell for a moment just to signal his presence. He led her inside the house, still holding her hand.

"Father, I'm here."

A head popped up from the door she /knew/ was the kitchen door and she just wished to jump inside a hole, curl up and die.

Her boyfriend's father was her sugar daddy.

"Connor, good to see you again." Haytham hugged his son tightly before he motioned for his girlfriend, frozen behind him and inwardly dead.

Haytham looked in surprise at her shocked figure. Just like her, he didn't expect to meet /each other/.

"Father, this is my girlfriend, (F/n). (F/n), my father." She realized she had to act quickly. She had never told Connor her ex was actually a sugar daddy, and she definitely wouldn't tell him now that she knew his father and her sugar daddy were /one and the same/.

She stretched out her hand for him to shake and smiled politely.

"Mr. Kenway, it's a pleasure to meet you." She said in the politest way possible. Haytham smiled, after recovering from the meeting, and took her hand. Instead of shaking it, he drew it to his lips and lightly kissed it, making her blush while she used all her willpower to keep old memories buried. Her boyfriend was next to her, for god's sake!

"Please, call me Haytham." The way he looked at her was mocking, and she tried to hide a glare. He was toying with her, and it made her embarrassment turn to anger.

The three then settled in the dining room for dinner. Haytham spent the dinner questioning the couple about how they met and questioning the young woman about her life, all information he already knew but pretended not to, much to her delight. When the conversation allowed, Haytham would slip in an innuendo that would fluster the other two and anger the woman at the same time. He would also constantly send her knowing looks, clearly amused with the situation.

After dinner, the three moved on to the living room, still talking. Although the meeting didn't go as planned, (F/n) found herself thinking of it a success when Connor finally advised they should leave and he remained oblivious to the tension between his father and his girlfriend.

Of course, karma decided to ruin everything when Connor decided to go to the bathroom right before leaving, which left the other two alone. At first the room was silent, but as soon as Connor climbed into the second floor, Haytham broke the silence.

"Well, my son has good taste, that I must admit."

"Shut up. Not a word. Connor doesn't know what kind of relationship I had before him, and knowing I had it with his father would only make things worse." She glared at him.

"Was it because of him that you ended our... relationship?" Haytham asked, analyzing her reaction.

"Yes." She looked him in the eye while answering, and then her eyes moved away and her expression turned dreamy. "He's so nice. I love him, and although things with you were fun, with him everything has a deeper meaning... And it's still fun."

"He makes you feel like a princess?" She chuckled before replying, still looking into the distance.

"Yes... Yes, he- … Hey, wait a sec!" Haytham laughed while she seethed, finally understanding the tone he had used to ask the question. She jumped from her seat and started putting her coat on.

"Here's the thing Haytham: I love Connor and neither you or anyone else can change that. So, let's do ourselves a favor and forget anything happened between us before this day. Yes, those times were fun, the thrill of the thing was nice, but Connor is the one who makes me feel loved, /alive/, and I wouldn’t change that for the world."

Haytham lips curled into a proud smile, but still with a hint of mischief underneath.

"Of course, I agree, /baby girl/." She almost screamed in frustration.

"Don't call me that!"

"Call you what?"

Her head whipped back to the door so fast it seemed she snapped her neck. Connor was standing behind her, towering over her with arms crossed and a brow raised in a questioning manner. She tried to find words, but her mouth just opened and close like a fish.

Connor suddenly raised a hand to stop her.

"No need to explain, I know what happened between you two." She exchanged questioning looks with the oldest Kenway, who simply shrugged. "C'mon, did you two really think I never came home while you were here?"

"Wait, so, you knew about us?" She asked her boyfriend, shocked.

"I did ask you if 'we hadn't met before' when we met for a reason." Connor smirked lightly, while her jaw dropped to the floor.

"So, us bumping into each other was /not/ a coincidence?!" Connor shook his head. "...Unbelievable."

"At first I just wanted to know why you were sleeping with my father." He pulled her close to him, while looking at Haytham, still sitting on the couch. "And I quickly realized why. I was just so happy when I knew you had chosen me over him, and most of all I was happy you felt for me the same way I did for you." Her heart skipped a beat, and she timidly asked, looking at him shyly:

"So... no hard feelings?" Connor shook his head, hugging her towards him.

"No hard feelings."

"Well, now that that's settled..." Haytham suddenly said, getting up from the couch. "I just want to say I'm glad everything's well, and I'll make sure to stay out of your way."

"You better." Connor said, glaring at his father. Suddenly the woman found his hands slowly drift towards her hips, making her look questioningly at her boyfriend. His expression then turned mischievous before continuing "...Unless you'd like to share, once in a while."

The confused woman looked between the two men, both with a glint in their eyes.

"Wait, what?" The two looked at her, and she realized she was screwed. They had a predatory look in their eyes.

"You think I didn't notice the way you were fidgeting at dinner?" Connor's breath in her ear made her shiver. It was true. Although she wanted to be mad at Haytham, once in a while a comment would make a dirty memory resurface and her body inevitably reacted to such. "What do you say, father?"

"Well, if she's up to it..."

The two looked at her intensely, awaiting an answer. She didn't need to think, her lips curled into a smirk.

"Do you really need to ask?"

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Complacent (1)

Summary: You meet the new attraction at your aquarium job. Orca!Merman!Connor Kenway x Reader A mini series. CW: Connor in too small a tank/being held against his will. Dedication: Credit to the lovely @ramshackledtrickster who gave me permission to make a fanfic based on their art (You should absolutely check them out, they're amazing) Word count: 2.3K

You had been working at the aquarium for a little while now. You didn’t necessarily enjoy the job, it was just a job. And yes maybe you felt a little guilty when you saw some of the animals in their enclosures, but especially the poor merman. When the merfolk were discovered it was like some mad dash to get the last toilet rolls at the supermarket. You knew nearly everyone in the aquarium was disgusted with the Director who said he had brought one, the building didn’t have room for such a creature. The biggest marine life you housed were black tip reef sharks and jellyfish.

And unfortunately, so many of them were captured. But you had also heard many of them escaped. So here you were cutting up the bits of fish for some of the animals, your nose scrunching in disgust at the smell and you swore the gloves weren’t working to stop the blood from coating your hands as you practically threw it in the bucket. 

Normally you weren’t the one duty for the ‘bigger’ animals, you tended to the fish in the tunnel and the rock pools. But one of the aquarists had to go home because they’d cut themselves on some rocks, and no one really knew how the merman would react to blood. You carefully picked up the bucket and made your way to the door that closed off the merman’s feeding area. Nerves pricked at your skin, even though you’d been told plenty by everyone else that all he’d do was watch you place the bucket and he wouldn’t eat until you leave.

Your hands shook as you pressed your id to the door and pushed it open. The bright lights of the inside area cause you to flinch and squint your eyes. As your eyes adjusted you looked around while stepping into the inside enclosure, taking a deep breath to settle your nerves and almost immediately regretting it as you smelt the fish in the bucket you were holding. And you swore you heard someone laugh as you gagged and held the bucket away from you before there was a splash and your attention was back on the big pool of water in front of you.

You took very careful steps towards the edge of the water, you hadn’t seen the creature yet. Only a few had. He hadn’t even been shown to the public, the Director wanted the public to settle down first. There were still plenty of protests and government talks happening about whether this was okay. You didn’t tell them that you’d been keeping an eye on it all, you didn’t want to lose your job. Not in this economy.

The water didn’t move, entirely serene and you thought for a moment you had imagined the splash. You were so focused you didn’t notice the head slipping out the water and the eyes watching you until a deep rumble filled the room and you nearly slipped into the water “You’re not the normal one they send” It sounds almost like an accusation.

Your eyes widen as you turn towards where the voice came from. They hadn’t told you he could talk. They hadn’t told you he could talk. Your mouth hung open as you tried to process what you’d just heard. And the creature…the man? Raised an eyebrow at your reaction, eyes glancing down at the bucket in your hand and you didn’t miss the look of disgust in his own eyes.

“Do you not like fish?” The words slipped out before you could stop them, and the merman narrowed his eyes at you before he turned from you so he could dive back into the water. Your eyes watching the black tail slide out the water before disappearing, the white patch underneath visible for all of a few seconds. The bucket in your hand felt almost useless now, he obviously did not like the fish…maybe because it was raw you thought. But you left it there for him, right at the edge of the pool just in case you were wrong.

And that night when your shift finished, you found yourself searching about orcas and their eating habits. From the pattern on his tail you thought he might be a ‘transient orca’ (you didn’t even know there were different kinds), and no. They didn’t eat fish.

Which meant the aquarium had been feeding this more man things his body probably wasn’t meant to have. And from what you saw, he was quite large. The pool was probably too small for him. The guilt of him being there felt like it was eating at you. It wasn’t like you had put him there, but by feeding him the wrong things, by not advocating for him, were you not just as bad? The thoughts didn’t leave your mind as you continued your research.

That was your first encounter with the Orca. You didn’t have much interaction with him beyond that, after all he had his own keepers. And you had your own animals? No, that word didn’t quite fit him. 

But sometimes you found yourself outside his tank when you’d get in for an early shift, or after the aquarium was closed to the public and you were on night duty. You couldn’t help yourself. You’d just stand there and watch the water. The water that was too bright you’d discovered on one of your researching nights, too bright and too warm. Apparently Orca’s preferred slightly colder water.

Tonight was one of those nights. The aquarium wasn’t too scary once everyone but the keepers and janitors were around. The lights above his tank were dimmed, trying to give some illusion of darkness but it didn’t really work. Your eyes could only make out so far, the water murky in the dark.

The sound of something smacking against the glass caused you to jump, and then you saw the black and white tail moving against the glass leading you to look up. And there he was. Grinning down at you, clearly pleased at himself for scaring you like that.

Your brow quirked up as you shook your head at him. Something you had discovered was that he really enjoyed scaring people when he could. You’d heard a story a few days ago about him grabbing the ankle of one of the keepers, completely freaking him out so that he had to go home.

“You come here a lot, but you’re not one of them” The rumble of his voice pulled you out of your thoughts, and you shrugged at his words. You did come here a lot. Maybe it was a fascination for something new, or maybe it was that tug of your heart with how pitiful? No. Guilty. You felt no end of guilt at how he was trapped in a too small tank when he should be elsewhere. 

He seemed more calm that day, you realised as you settled yourself on the edge of the tank. Your shoes next to you and your uniform pants rolled up so you could deep your feet into the water. “No I’m not, I work in the rock pools”. Your leg jerked slightly at the feeling of his hands wrapping around your ankles, the glare he gave you as he bobbed out the water made you give him a small smile and apologise. 

He lifted your leg causing you to balance yourself backwards against the platform beneath you, his hands slightly squeezing your leg as he touched the skin. His brow furrowed for a moment before he shrugged and dropped your leg back into the water with a small splash, no longer interested in your limbs at the discovery that it felt like his human parts. “The rock pools?” he asked, confusion showing on his face “Like those tiny bits of water that crabs live in?”

The way he spoke about your job had you pursing your lips while nodding, you hadn't expected to be judged by the marine creature. Instead of listening to someone being harsh on your job, you changed the subject “Do you have a name?” You asked quickly, the Orca raising his brow at your sudden change of subject but he didn’t call you out on it.

He moved to pull himself out of the pool, something you had seen him do a few times and each time it reminded you of how much larger he actually was. And you wondered if he’d let you measure him.Even with part of him out of the water, his large tail still swishes under the water sometimes brushing up against your leg. The skin on his tail felt slightly weird, a little rubbery if you were honest.

Once he had finished pulling himself onto the platform, he turned over onto his back and lay down, his nose scrunching as his eyes closed. His way of basking in this artificial light he had told you once, it was nothing like actual basking but it was all he had. You had almost forgotten about the question you asked until the deep rumble of his voice answered “Ratonhnhaké:ton” the name was a mix of human languages and clicks, one of his eyes opening to look at you as you looked at him, brow furrowed “You can call me Connor if it’s easier”.

Maybe that was the day you decided to do something about him. The day he told you both the name his mother had given him, and the one a mentor had. 

You had signed petitions, gone to protests and donated money to try and help ban the use of merfolk in aquariums but none of it seemed to do anything, and the Director was starting to get ready to advertise his new ‘attraction’. You had seen the posters. So now you were trying to think of some way that would let him escape, Connor had told you about the times he’d gotten out of fishing nets and gotten some of the villages’ calves out of trouble.

The sea churned in front of you as you stared out at it, biting at your nails as your eyes narrowed. Hundreds of ideas floating into your mind. Each one seemed crazier than the next. You were only pulled from your thoughts when a large hand wrapped around your wrist and tugged you backwards causing you to turn and grunt and in surprise.

The man grinning at you as he pulled you towards the water, half of his body pulled onto the platform but it slipped slowly back into the lukewarm pool as he pulled you with him. He had you in the water pretty quickly, your arms moving to wrap around his shoulders as one of his wrapped around your waist “Stop thinking” he whispered against your ear. Part of you swears you feel him purr against you.

You tried to untangle yourself from him but he swam away from the edge of the platform until you were in the middle of the pool, your eyes wide as you pressed yourself closer to him “There are other ways to distract me! That does not involve forcing me into the water” you snap at him, and Connor only gently pinches you in response.

“It’s not like you’ll drown” his arm tightens around you “I wouldn’t allow a cow to drown, I’m not that mean” His words have you scrunching your nose, an annoyed noise leaving you as your legs gently kick at the water. Although your annoyance halted in its tracks at the new word.

“Cow? Like a cow?” This time it was Connor who was confused, his head turning to the side. His brow twitching slightly as he looked at you. The hand on your waist dimpled the bit of fat on your hips as he looked at you like you were insane, his eyes only widening further as you repeated “Like ‘moooo’ cow?” 

His arm loosened around you as you made the noise of a cow, his face scrunching into a disgruntled look as his tail flicked in annoyance. “What is a ‘moo’ cow?” Even his tone shows his annoyance at your question, the playful grin gone from his face as he tries to learn what you mean. And it takes you a little while to explain about bovines to the orca, who in turn does tell you that Orca’s call themselves similar things.

But now he can’t escape your teasing of calling him ‘Bull’, which results in you getting splashed more often. Both of you ignore how when he has you swimming with him, he purrs when you call him that. His chest vibrates against you as his nose huffs at your hair. Connor has become more and more relaxed around you, his hands often pulling and situating you how he wants. Whether that is pulling you into the water to swim with him, or pulling you on top of him white he basks.

His favourite thing it appears is when you straddle him so that you can clean his tail and fins, his body practically shaking with how loud he purrs while your hands are picking off whatever is on his dorsal fin. “I’ve decided to commit a possible crime” One of Connor’s eyes open to look up at you with a lazy hum, his tail gently splashing the water keeps himself wet “And what crime would that be?” he asks, the way he speaks shows you the comfort he feels and how his entire body has relaxed under your gentle grooming. Lately he’s been less agitated at being stuck in the tank, more relaxed. Less resistant. It worries you, makes you concerned that he’s getting complacent.

“I’m going to aid in an Aquarium break” That has his attention, both of his eyes opening and he pushes himself to sit up until you slide down to where his tail and abdomen meet. The large merman grins down at you with nearly all his teeth showing, that feral excitement gleaming in his eye. Maybe you didn’t need to be so worried about him being complacent.

[assassins-and-hidden-blades]

I think I have a cute idea! H/cs for Ezio, Connor, Jacob and Desmond please, how would they respond to their child asking "Papa, where do babies come from?" (This falls within safe for work, right?)

I’ll allow it lol also sorry it’s late I haven’t had time to open my inbox at all recently. I hope I can get another one out today but fingers crossed I guess xx

“Papá/o/Father/Dad, where do babies come from?”

Ezio

Would have no idea how to react.

“I don’t think you’re old enough to learn about that, Y/C/N.”

“Please tell me!”

“I’ll tell you when you are older, and no earlier.”

“… Okay, I’m older.”

Connor

“Where do you think they come from?”

“Um… special cuddles?”

Connor would let out the warmest laugh.

“That’s exactly right!”

Jacob

He’d raise an eyebrow, wondering whether to lie or tell the truth.

“Do you really want to know?”

You won’t be happy.

“Jacob, you didn’t…”

“I didn’t! They did. They figured it out themselves.”

You saw the wink he sent their way.

“You definitely did.”

SMACK.

“Ow!”

Desmond

“Well, when a mom and dad love each other—“

“Desmond Miles!”

“… Which wasn’t the case for you—“

Cue an incoming slipper.

“Not another word.”

“Alright, alright! I was just explaining how when two people have—“

“STOP THROWING THINGS AT ME!”

[assassins-and-hidden-blades]

Babysitting (Modern!AU)

Request: Hello, could you possibly write something where Connor attempts to babysit the Reader's kid? I'm thinking four or five, the age where they're full of energy, short on attention and have no filter with the questions they ask. Thank you if you do 😊

A/N: This GIF does not fit at all :( I’m sorry for that haha. And this is my last request, so if you want, feel free to send any requests or stuff if you want. Also, feel free to tag me in your own stuff too :) Enjoy xx

Requested by @marshmallow--3

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Connor asked suspiciously, watching your five year old daughter painting on the desk in the living room.

“You’ll be fine, Connor; what’s the worst that could happen? Besides, the two of you are practically besties! After me, she trusts and knows you the most.”

You packed your stethoscope in your bag as he crossed his arms. “I’ve never babysat before.”

“It’s easy.” Your scarf wrapped itself around your neck and you made a move to knot it. “Just do what I usually do. I’ll see you in a few.” You were desperate to get to the local stables where a brown mare was in labour.

Now Connor was alone with Y/D/N at 5:30 in the evening. A few hours; that’s all.

He leaned against the door frame as he watched Y/D/N painting. “You can sit down, you know,” she said. Connor huffed a chuckle at her perception.

“You sound just like your mother.” He did as he was told, and put a Disney film on.

“I wonder why…” she put her paintbrush down and went over to where Connor was sat. “Look at this!”

It was not a terrible painting of three figures; two on each side and one smaller one in the middle. They were all holding hands. “It’s you, mommy and me!”

Connor smiled at this. “This is amazing, darling. I’ll put it up on the fridge.” He placed it right in the centre. “Do you want to play a game or something?”

“Operation!”

“Go and get it and bring into the living room, then.”

Y/D/N agreed and practically flew up the stairs as Connor took a seat on the floor against the couch and waited. It didn’t take long for her to come back, and she giggled as she tucked herself against Connor’s chest. He supposed it was only natural to her.

“You go first, Y/D/N.” The game was quickly set up, and she was already set on getting the smallest one. She was definitely taking after her mother.

“Connor?”

“Yeah?” He took the tweezers out of Y/D/N’s hands.

“What do you do during the day?”

“I do the same as your mother. We went to the same school.” He reached for quite a big item.

“Do you work together?”

“Sometimes.”

“Do you like mommy?”

BUZZZ!

“Of course I do.”

Y/D/N giggled. “No! I mean, do you like like her?”

Connor’s lips twitched upwards. “Maybe.”

“YES!” She turned around and gave Connor the tightest hug she could give. “Does this mean you’ll stay over?”

“That all depends on what your mother says.”

After the game, it became clear that Y/D/N had clearly won the game. “You’re going to be the best surgeon there is one day!” Connor tickled her sides, where she exploded into a fit of laughter which consequently made him grin widely. He stopped when he heard her stomach rumble. “What do you want for dinner?”

She thought for a moment.

“Sausages and mash potatoes?”

“Of course.”

Y/D/N sits herself in front of the television and watches her favourite cartoons while Connor rolls his sleeves up to his elbows and turned on the stove.

“Y/D/N!” Connor set a plate of two sausages, mash potatoes, carrots, and peas on the table, accompanied with a glass of milk. He sat down next to her after picking up a nearby recipe book to skim through.

“Are you not eating?” She asked, not hesitating to dig in.

“I’m waiting for your mother to get home.” He did, however, make himself a cup of tea.

She nodded as he checked the time. 7:30.

She finished eating everything (including the vegetables) and yawned. “You should get ready for bed.” Connor reminded, rinsing Y/D/N’s plate to put in the dishwasher.

“I’ve already had a shower.” She grinned cheekily, and he squinted comically. “I have!” She burst then into a fit of giggles.

“I’m willing to believe you this time. Go change into your pajamas.”

“Can I come back down again?”

“… For five minutes.”

Y/D/N cheered in victory and hurried to her bedroom as Connor took a seat back on the couch. She came downstairs in what felt like thirty seconds. “That was quick!” She threw herself onto him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Five minutes only.”

“Okay, okay.”

Connor put on 101 Dalmations (Y/D/N’s personal favourite), and settled down (for five minutes).

You came in about an hour and a half later, relieved to be home. What you saw warmed your heart.

Y/D/N was comfortably wrapped around Connor, her head on his shoulder. He had an arm around her and it was honestly a sight that you could grow used to. They were both asleep, but Connor’s eyes opened at the sound of the door closing.

“Hey.” He rubbed his eyes tiredly. “How did it go?”

“He’s beautiful. Gave us a scare for a second but now he’s having the time of his life with his mom, so…”

Connor checked the time, extremely surprised. “It’s later than I thought.”

“Have you eaten yet?”

“I was waiting for you.”

“You shouldn’t have.” You smiled gratefully, taking your coat off. “I’ll take Y/D/N to bed, and you can serve yourself something to eat; you must be starving.”

“No, no, I’ll do it. You get something to eat first.” Connor cradled Y/D/N as he stood up, and you watched him slowly move up the stairs.

You made two cups of tea and equally split the remaining food onto two plates before warming them up in the microwave. As you placed everything on the table, you heard creaking on the stairs. Connor emerged with a small smile playing on his lips.

“Was she good?” You asked, taking a seat.

“She never stirred.” Connor joined you.

“This tastes amazing, by the way.”

“Thank you.” As you ate, you showed Connor pictures of the newborn foal. The conversation constantly changed, and you found yourself at ease quite quickly.

“It’s quite late.” You gathered the two plates up. “Would you like to stay over for the night?”

Connor checked the time. “If you don’t mind, I suppose.”

“Not at all! Your stuff is in the second drawer in my bedroom.”

Both of you have a set of emergency overnight gear at each other’s house; you live closer to a farm and Connor lives closer to a zoo. Having stuff at each other’s houses makes it easier for emergencies that require you drop everything right then.

“Thank you for taking care of Y/D/N tonight.”

“It’s not a problem.”

The two of you had changed into pajamas and were brushing your teeth. “D’you wanna come around more often?”

“Sure.” He smiled kindly. “Though, you should come to mine too.”

You agreed. “I also have a question.” You spat out your toothpaste. “I think I want to adopt a dog. For Y/D/N. Any ideas?”

Connor mimicked your actions.

“How about a Dalmatian?”

[littlefrenchfryesblog]

The Balcony

Fandom: Assassin's Creed

Pairing: Jacob Frye x Reader

Characters: Jacob Frye, Evie Frye, Arno Dorian, Connor Kenway, Edward Kenway, Ezio Auditore Da Firenze, Mario Auditore, Maria Auditore, Ethan Frye.

Words: 1.797

Modern AU

Summary: The reader tries to suicide herself before and all of the gang knows it with a class. Because she just ran from the class when she remembers it. And she changes someone's life because of what she lived.

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           Finally, Jacob breaks up with Teressa and starts to join you guys you seemed happier than usual and everybody can see this with just one look in your eye.

           So, when your days go normal in the cafeteria it's just because Jacob puts an arm around you and Teressa can't look you because you're in his protection. When the last class comes, you and Evie sit next to each other as always. You didn't know what the subject is, and you are happy with it. When Ms. Lane comes to class wich she is your biology teacher she says the subject and your memories came back to your mind you just start to terrifying and your hands start to shaking. She simply says ''Reproduction in humans'' and when Evie sees your reaction to the subject she asks with worry in her voice ''(Y/N) are you okay?'' you answer her question with a shaky voice ''E-Evie I-I'm not good.'' and your body starts to shake too. Jacob notice it when Ms. Lane came to class but he didn't say anything because he didn't see anything suspicious until now and when he saw your hands shaking like crazy and your body starts to shake too. When you start to play with your hair and look like you terrified he thinks he needs to step into the moment. ''(Y/N) Are you okay?'' When he tries to reach you, you pick your stuff and your school bag and run out of class and start to run out of school.

                  You were remember everything. The Balcony, the wind passes your hair, the last thought you have. ''When people say you're worthless, that does not mean you are worthless. When people say you're a wrong person, that doesn't mean you're a wrong person. That's just prooves they are just stupid.'' you try to forget it when you came to the home. Henry's mom (Henry's family is your volunteer family because you are an exchange student) gratefully welcomes you with a warm smile on her face. And asks ''Why you are here? The school isn't finished.'' you ignore her. You didn't want to remember it. You go to your room and change your clothes. When you finish changing your clothes you call your friends from the country you live in before you came to study (The Countr You Want To Study). Thankfully your friend answers you. ''Hey (Y/N)! How is going?'' You answer your friend with tears in your eyes, ''Actually, nothing is good (Your Friends Name) our biology teacher talks about Reproduction in humans and I start to freak out!'' When you start to tell her what happened she shocked too. ''Oh my god (Y/N) Sorry, but that's bad.'' You answered her ''I know (Y/F/N) but I don't know what should I do so, I called you.'' Then you heard the doorbell rings and you try to guess who came to your house. And when your friend continues to talk but you ignore her. And you knew who came, your friends and their family. You feel bad about what you did. When you think about that Henry comes to your room and calls you downstairs. You wipe your tears in your eyes and go downstairs.

          You see all of your friends with worried eyes, especially Jacob. When dinner starts, Henry's mum called your parents even you say to her ''Please don't call'em. I'm okay.'' but she always answers you with ''No. You're not. And we need to find out what is it.'' So, your dad answers it with ''(Y/N) Has three friends in that time. One of them left (Y/N) first. After that friend, (Y/N) sad two friends left. But you know three is just a number, but two means togetherness, coupling. So, they turn their back to (Y/N), But when (Y/N) finds out, it's too late. They break her just like they breaking a walnut. (Y/N) came to me and say ''I become so numb. I'm paralyzed. I can't take it. I don't know what to do.'' So, we take (Y/N) To a psychologist with soo many sessions, we discovered can't make it but when we realize it, the (Y/N) we knew is gone.'' He waited a little bit. ''(Y/N) tried to suicide herself after this.'' And everybody looks at your dad with shock. Evie says ''Is this real?'' with tears filling her eyes and Jacob looks at you. Your dad continues ''What happened? do you take it normally if your friends betray you.'' and little silence again. ''(Y/N) jumps from the balcony and..'' You raise your eyebrows to your dad for telling him to stop. He ignores it and continues to his sentence, you took your hands together and put them to your mouth and look down when he continues, ''The iron bar enters to her stomach and damage wall of the womb and it affects the fertility soo seriously. It makes trample down the possibilities to make a child for her.'' so you stand up from the table and run to your room and start to cry. you don't want to remember it. Not after a minute Jacob comes and tries to relax you.

             When you stop crying he hugs you tightly and you feel like you're in where you belong. After ten minutes you heard a scream and it says ''Please don't jump! Please!'' So, you turned to Jacob and say '' Thank you, Jacob. But I think we should look for what's happening.'' he shakes his head and says '' Are you sure you're okay love?'' you shake your head and he says ''Yes let's look for it.'' so you two go and look for what's happening.

              You can't believe your eyes. A girl you think seven years young from you tries to jump through a balcony. So you ran to the woman who begs for her to don't jump. she said ''She tries to suicide herself please help her. She locks her door.'' you run to the house and Jacob catches your arm and says ''What are you doing?'' you answered him with worry in your voice ''I'm gonna break the door and stop her. Please, Jacob, I do that fault and that makes my life a mess. I can't let her do it to herself like me or the far more worst thing. Are you coming with me or not?'' he comes with you and you guys enter the house. Jacob says '' Are you seriously thinking to break the door?'' you say with hurry ''Don't be stupid of course I won't if we do something like that she simply jumps from the balcony.'' When you come to the room there's her dad tries to break down the door. you pick your Kirby grip from your hair. Thankfully you do a bun to your hair on that day. So you open the door with it. Jacob simply says ''Wow! How do you do it?'' you answered him ''The escapade I do when I was a child.'' when you entered the room the dad tries to come too and you say ''no, wait for a minute.'' ''But...'' yo answered the dad ''Stop and listen to a reason.'' then you and Jacob get into the room and close the door. She was at the balcony parapet and she was crying. you come near her and say ''Hello, Hello I'm (Y/N) (L/N)'' She shouts at you ''Don't come close! Don't come close or I'm gonna jump!'' she shouts with a cry. You remember yourself when you jump from the balcony. ''Okay. Okay, relax. Relax, you're soo young. What old ate you? (Ten less from the age you are)?'' She answers you ''Tell that to my dad. I talk so much, I cry, I blandish. Don't let me marry. I'm gonna study. Look, they're trying to marry me with that pig. Without shame...'' She cries even harder than before and looks down from the balcony. You let her continue ''Yes. Continue I'm listening. I'm listening. Tell me.'' She continues ''They are going to the gynecologist to check me. I want to die. You don't understand, die.'' You try to stop her ''STOP. STOP. OKAY, OKAY okay. Wait for a minute, please wait for a minute, please, Relax. Please. What's your name?'' she answers ''Clara.'' you repeat ''Clara. Clara look this is the second floor so if you jump you won't die, become permanently disabled. Even now, they are not caring about you, what do you think they're gonna act to a permanently disabled Clara? If you jump your skull can break, maybe your waist will break, maybe your legs gonna break, maybe something far worse than these things. But you won't die you will become a person who always needs special care. Withal these people who are inside. Do you understand me?'' and she shakes her head. ''Come, look I'm gonna talk to your dad. I'm not gonna let you marry, nothing will happen like that.'' She answers with a loud cry ''Is it easy? How will you do it?'' you answered her ''I will gonna make it. No one can touch you. No one will make you do something you don't want to. I promise'' she answers ''They can. You don't know them.'' you answered surely '' And you don't know me, Clara. If I make a promise I will keep it. Please, take a chance on yourself again. When people say you're worthless, that does not mean you are worthless. When people say you're a wrong person, that doesn't mean you're a wrong person. That's just prooves they are just stupid. Please.'' She looks you with hopeful eyes ''Promise?'' you answer with a smile ''I promise. Everything will be perfect. You're not alone. Look, I'm here I won't let them make you sad.'' And you give your hand to her. And she took it. And you hug her. And you left the balcony.

            You talk to her dad. And you intimidate him and her family. You left the house with Jacob. Every time you ask him he is always in shock. He looks you with lovely eyes every time. And on that day He promises himself that he is gonna tell you that he loves you one day. And It's soon.

             When you call Clara one month later, you're happy when you see her study.

P.S: I’m gonna make Arno Dorian x reader for his birthday I want to do it today but I’m busy with this story.so I think I’m gonna start to write it today but I think I’m gonna post it tomorrow.

I want to make a series about how Jacob and the reader how they met and how Jacob confesses his feelings to the reader. If you want a series like that, make a comment and say yes so I can start to write it ( ^^*) 

[mavrisfanfics]

Request - Connor Kenway x Reader

Ask:

Fandom: Assassin’s Creed III

Pairing: Connor Kenway x Reader

Words: 2624

Warnings: Probably OOC, mentions of blood

Notes: I was planning on finishing it last night... oh well

Requests are Open!

Their skins felt aflame, the warm, setting sun still casting heat over them. They could feel sweat gluing their clothes to their bodies and sliding down their foreheads.  

Connor watched intently the droplet travel down her scrunched forehead, pass next to her beautiful eyes and caress her cheek, before disappearing into her neck. Another droplet copied the same motions, gliding down his tanned skin towards his neck. Connor's attention returned to her face of concentration staring down at the target in the distance. Her fingers released the string of the bow and the arrow flew quickly, carving itself into the center of the target. Her face relaxed into an accomplished smile.

"Nice shot." Connor complimented. She turned to him.

"Thanks. Didn't see you there." Connor felt his heart speed up and a warm feeling spread through his chest at the gentle smile she threw his way. "You need help with that?"

Connor looked down at his arms and remembered the task at hand. Taking the cue, Achilles popped up from inside the mansion.

"Connor!" The young assassins heard him call. "How long does it take to get some wood?!"

"I'm on my way!"  

Connor ran back to the mansion, but not before throwing a small smile at the young woman.

She watched him jog back inside the mansion, carrying the wood, and remembered the first time they had met a few years back. She had left the mansion for a few days to deliver a letter to a friend of Achilles, as part of her training. When she returned, she found a boy around her age, at the end of the day, carrying some wood for the fireplace back into the mansion.

Since then, years had gone by. The boy had grown into a handsome, strong man, yet just as eager to defeat the Templars. The two trained and became Assassins together, and had been a power duo for the past few years, always together on assassinations, helping each other out.  They had saved the other in many occasions, and their friendship flourished over time, to the point where the young woman had started feeling something more. But she knew he had other matters at hand. She didn't want to be a burden to his personal quest, nor did she want to ruin their friendship, so she kept her feelings to herself.

"(F/N)!" She was pulled from her mind by Connor, who called her from the mansion "Would you mind helping with dinner?"

"I'll be there soon!"

Once he disappeared inside once more, she sighed and followed him, wondering if she would ever get a shot with her friend.

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"Achilles, she can't go on such a mission by herself!"

"Hmmmm..."

" I believe it isn't your call to make, Connor!"

"Guys..."

"Then I'll go with her!"

"HEY!" The woman yell broke off the two men's discussion.

"It's my choice whether I go or not." She stated, taking the letter from Achilles. It had arrived earlier that day, speaking of a man helping the Templars in a town not very far.  

"(F/n), you've never been alone on a mission." Connor tried to reason "You're not used to it."

"And that is exactly why I should go alone. " She glared at him defiantly, arms crossed over her chest, before softening her posture. "Connor, I appreciate the worry, but I can handle myself. And this is better for both of us. We both need to learn to act alone, with no one else to worry about but us. We've been always working together all these years, but we should learn to survive on our own. It's only a simple assassination, I'll be back in a few days. Also, it's close."

"She is correct." Achilles agreed "You two must learn to fight by yourselves and stop relying on each other so much. It's a way for the two of you to learn and grow."

Connor still wasn't convinced to let her go on her own, but as his brown eyes swapped between his friend and his mentor, he knew his opinion wouldn't matter.

And it didn't. Even before the sun was up, Connor woke up to find (F/n) right in front of the porch, horse saddled and ready to leave.

"You're leaving early." The woman jumped slightly, pulling out her Hidden Blades out of instinct. She quickly noticed it was Connor, so she retracted the blades.

"The faster I leave, the faster I come back." She replied with a shrug of her shoulders and a tiny smile. Secretly she wondered how a man so big could be so stealthy.

"Are you sure you don't want me to come with you?" Connor approached her, climbing down the stairs of the porch. She just rolled her eyes at him.

"Connor, I'll be fine. Sure, I'd love to have you there, but I always wanted to try a mission on my own. I'll be careful, I promise!"

Connor gave her a tight hug, much to her surprise. She hugged him back, blushing at how hard, solid his body felt under his robes.

"Don't be reckless. I'll hold on to that promise." He said before breaking the hug. She pulled up the hood of her Assassin robes and mounted the horse.

"Tell Achilles I should return in one week. Much more than that might be a bad sign."

"Do you really need that much time?"

"Hey, you told me to not be reckless! I like studying my targets, and I still need to track him down."

Connor raised his hands up in defense, a tiny grin on his lips. After they shared a chuckle, she motioned her horse to go, the two assassins exchanging goodbyes right before her horse started sprinting out of the Homestead.

The male assassin watched his friend run of into the distance, the sky slowly brightening above the earth. Connor tried to push back his worries and find something for him to do around the Homestead.

One day passed, two days, three days, and Connor was growing restless. Achilles reminded him constantly that the female assassin could handle herself and that there were still many days left until he actually had a reason to worry, but his words didn't help the young man by much. He took out his frustration in hunting and by helping the Homestead inhabitants.

The third night after she left, Connor decided he had enough and tried to followed her. He took one of the horses from the stables, saddled it up and was about to leave when Achilles got out of the house.

"I sure hope you're not trying to follow (F/n)." The older men accused.

"She might need help. It's always good to have reinforcements in case things go wrong." Connor said, not sparing Achilles a glance.

"The only thing you'll do is make her mad at you." Connor finally looked at him, confused. Achilles continued with an impatient sigh. "How would you feel if, after telling her not to go with you on a solo mission, she showed up anyway? A mission that she could compromise by accident because she wasn't as informed as you?"

"It would be stupid... And dangerous!"

"You would be angry at her for putting herself in unnecessary danger, wouldn't you, Connor?"

Connor looked away ashamed, realizing that it wasn't such a good idea.

"I'm just worried with her..." He admitted. Achilles chuckled.

"My boy, that woman gave you a serious beating the other day when you were sparing, I'm sure she will be fine without your help. Now get the horse back in the stable and go to sleep, I'd like you to run some errands tomorrow."

Connor obeyed, defeated by the arguments of the old man.

Achilles was about to get inside the house, but he remembered one more thing.

"Connor!" Said man stopped and looked back at Achilles. "If you really care for the girl, I'd hurry and confess your feelings to her. You never know how much time you still have."

"What nonsense are you talking about, Achilles?!" Connor cheeks flushed red, although it wasn't all that visible in the dark of the night.

"You love her! I'm old, not stupid." And with that Achilles went back inside, leaving an embarrassed Connor behind.

His secret wasn't as secret as he thought.

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Connor was chopping down some wood when the sprinting sound of horseshoes reached his ears. He had constantly been looking at the entrance of the Homestead whenever possible, waiting for his friend's return.

He looked towards the sound, and soon enough he saw her horse running towards the mansion... Without a rider. His chest hurt and his throat seemed to close. The horse stopped in front of him, whining frantically. He took the reins and tried to calm down the animal. A pair of arms was wrapped around the horse's neck, hand weakly tied at the reins. The female assassin was slumped against the horse's neck, blood running down the side of the horse.

"No, nonono..."

He pulled her face up. Her skin was pale and her eyes were closed, but she was still breathing, weakly. He prayed whatever deity in existence for her. He hurried to the doctor's house, screaming for him. Soon the inhabitants of the Homestead where helping take her off the horse and drag her into the doctor's house. Connor found himself locked outside while the doctor worked on her, doing his best to save her. He paced in front of the house, ignoring the reassuring words said to him, some more convincing than others, but none could loosen the tight rope that squeezed his heart.

By the time Achilles arrived, after receiving the news, Connor was carving a large stick into an arrow, probably wondering whose heart he would have to stick it in.

"Blind revenge will get you nowhere, Connor." The old man said, sitting in a crate beside him.

"Someone hurt her... I should have been there to help. She shouldn't have been alone."

"Connor, when you and (F/n) became assassins, you knew this could be how your life ends. Not many assassins have the pleasure of a calm, natural death." The knife Connor was using to carve the stick gained more strength.

"You speak as if she doesn't walk among us anymore, Achilles." Connor accused, angry.

"I'm just preparing myself for the possibility, as should you." Achilles' voice was quiet, almost broken.

Connor thought of the possibility. They wouldn't train or work together anymore, he'd be alone in his journey, and the idea almost ripped a whimper from him. He wouldn't see her smile, her eyes, her beauty, her majestic movements when she fought. He wouldn't hear her laughs, her taunts, her jokes, her kind and reassuring words, her voice, her angry cursing that never failed to amuse him (and occasionally shock him). He wouldn't hug her or spend another one of those nights with her where, when the sky was free of clouds, they would lay on a roof and talk about whatever and watch the stars.

Worst of all, he wouldn't tell her how he felt. So what if they were friends?! He didn't care anymore if their friendship would fall, he just wanted a chance to tell her he loved her. Achilles' word from a few nights prior ran in his head.

"You never know how much time you still have."

Achilles remained calm, relaxed, in clear contrast to Connor's tense figure next to him. Minutes turned hours and the two remained in the same spot, waiting.

"You know, if the doctor didn't say anything yet, there might be hope." Achilles pointed out, breaking the silence that had reigned over them for the last hour. Only after seeing the wisdom in his mentor's words did Connor's shoulder slump, relaxed.

Another hour passed, and finally the doctor came out with news.

"I did whatever I could. She's okay for now, I treated her wounds, but whether she lives or not is up to her. Only time will tell."

Connor spent the night beside her, eyes watching her like an hawk.

One day passed, two days passed and nothing. The woman was still unconscious, but she didn't die, so it was good. Over time Connor started relaxing, and on the third day he finally left her side and decided to help around the Homestead some more.

It was only after almost a week that she finally woke up, while Connor went out hunting. As soon as he was told that she was awake, after his return, he dropped everything and ran to the doctor's house, almost throwing the door of its hinges with the speed he opened it.

And there she was, sitting on the bed drinking something out of a bowl with some help of the doctor. Her hair looked like a rat's nest, her skin was still pale, bags under her half lidded, red eyes, but they were open. He never felt so happy to see her eyes open.

"(F/n)! You're awake!" She didn't respond, just gave him a deadpanned look, still too weak for any reaction. "How are you feeling?"

She weakly signed him with her hand to wait as she finished drinking whatever the doctor was giving her. Once she finished she coughed a little before replying, voice hoarse and weak. The doctor left, nodding at Connor.

"My head hurts, my eyes hurt, my throat hurts, my chest hurts, my side hurts and my leg is also enjoying the party, but I didn't think I could even arrive here, so I'm fine." The rope that had constantly been tied around his heart in the past week vanished at the sound of her voice.

"What happened?" He sat next to her, and held her hand.

"Mission went well, but as I was leaving town I was recognized. Escaped by horse but got shot." Her eyes moved to her side. "I was praying my horse would lead me home. Glad he did... Think that's my luck horse now..."

Connor chuckled, she smiled, and to him it seemed like she lighted up the whole room. Before he could stop them, the word were out.

"I love you."

Her smile faded into shock and his heart dropped to his feet. That was it, he thought...

"Really?..." He nodded. Her smile returned, bigger than before. "That's great..."

She then raised his hand to her chapped lips and pressed them to his knuckles, looking at him fondly with a sparkle in her eyes.

"Because I love you too."

Connor felt warmth spread over his body, a smile tugging at his lips.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked, voice barely above a whisper.

"Nooo, that thing I drank was awful! I still have the taste in my mouth!"

He ignored her protests and leaned in and kissed her forehead, making her cheeks flush slightly.

"And this?"

"I-...! Yeah, that works too..."

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Request - Connor x Reader - Perfect Family Moment

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(I picked Connor because I haven’t played Rogue)

Fandom: Assassin’s Creed III

Pairing: Connor Kenway x Reader

Words: 1117

Warnings: Just fluff. Fluff everywhere. Also, big speech

Notes: I had a hard time to come up with this idea. I had no idea for this, and was about to ask for help to a cousin who loves babies, praying she had heard a story or had an idea that could help. In the end, I searched for parenting stories and found some photos of fathers holding their babies and I had this idea. 

Once again this was written after midnight, but I don’t care. 12AM to 5AM are the best hours to work, unfortunately I’m sleeping most of the time.

Also, we all know how big Connor is, right? Imagine a massive man like him holding a tiny little baby like they are the most beautiful thing ever. If your heart doesn’t melt with such an image, I don’t know what will.

Hope you enjoy it!

(Also, I found this cute little gif and it’s just perfect. Kudos for the artist!)

Modern AU!

She woke up cold.  

She never woke up cold. Her husband, probably a heater in disguise, was always wrapped against her, even when she had sweating an ocean on the warmer nights, to the point she had to kick him away from her, only for him to cuddle her again after they both fell asleep. Not even in winter she was cold, his bulky form effectively keeping her warm.

She turned around and her brows furrowed in confusion even more. Not only was his side of bed cold and untouched, but the window was open, letting the chilly summer wind enter the room and make goosebumps run up her arms. The last one to go to bed was supposed to close it, in this case, Connor.

A soft melody reached her ears, sang by the voice she knew so well. The voice came through the baby monitor, so she knew where he was.

She found him sitting on a armchair they had put on the baby's room. Their recently born daughter, who was spending her first night at home, was peacefully sleeping in his arms, while he muttered an unknown melody. Seeing Connor's bulky form carefully holding the cute bundle, so tiny in contrast to him, while he looked at her with eyes full of love made his wife's eyes flood with tears of happiness. She slowly took a couple of breaths to calm her emotions before speaking.

"How long have you been here?" She could see his shoulders tense for a second before he realized it was her. The way he was so alert amused her slightly.

"I lost track..." He admitted. His wife sensed something wasn't right. She approached him. "You should be sleeping, (F/n). Aren't you tired?"

"I woke up cold. You didn't go to bed, and the window stayed open." Connor looked away and she heard him mutter a curse. He finally looked at her.

"I'm sorry, I should have closed it. I just... I couldn't sleep..." His wife sat on an arm of the armchair.

"Connor... What bothers you?"

Silence reigned over the room for a minute or so. The two looked at the sleeping baby, cuddled up to her father's chest. The woman was admiring the sight of her two most important people together, while Connor thought of what to say.

"I'm terrified." His wife looked at him surprised at his answer.

"Of what?"

"What if I'm not a good father?" He looked at her with fear and worry swimming in his chocolate orbs. "I mean, I don't really have a good role model, you know... My father never held me like this, not that I know of." His eyes moved to the sleeping baby and he caressed her chubby little cheek with a finger.

His wife's lips turned to a frown, and she got up, only to kneel in front of him with a determined look. Her hands took his, pulling it to her lips. She lightly kissed his knuckles, before looking him in the eye.

"Ratonhnhaké:ton..." Connor felt his heart skip a beat. Excepting the time he was trying to teach her to pronounce his real name (and failing completely), she had only called him that once, on their wedding night, when the flames of passion burned higher. Like that night, she just said his name perfectly, against all expectations, and with the most amount of love on her voice he ever heard.

"… I know, with all my heart, that there is no way you'd ever be a bad father. Sure, yours wasn't good, but at least you know what not to do thanks to him. I can see, in the way you look at her as if she was the most beautiful and precious thing in the world, that you will protect her, no matter what it takes. I know you will raise her into an amazing woman that will make you proud... No, us! We will raise her into a woman that will make us proud.

Honey, you're not alone! I'm here too. You think I'm not terrified as well? I am! But then I remember that I have you by my side. We are not mother and father, we are parents, a set. We will raise her together, and when one can't help her, the other will, and if one isn't enough, we'll help together, we'll help each other, because she's a part of us.

And being afraid is good! If you're as terrified as I am, then I know you also promised yourself, as soon as your eyes laid on her, that you would do everything you can to avoid those fears of becoming reality. That you will do your best in raising and protecting her. That is why I know you will be the best father our little girl deserves."

The two kept looking into each other's eyes, more silent reassurances flowing between them. The love they shared on that moment was overwhelming for both, and Connor felt his eyes sting. On that moment, he felt like he fell in love with his wife all over again, a hundred times over. He expressed that clearly, bending down to kiss her deeply, sleeping baby between them and moonlight bathing them in an ethereal glow.

"You should come to bed. I might have been in labor, but you must be tired too." She said breathlessly once the kiss broke. Her voice was only a whisper, afraid to break the perfect atmosphere. Both wished that moment could last forever.

"Yes, I am..." He admitted. Now that the worries were gone, the need for sleep hit him like a train.

"Put her on the crib and come then."

The two got up, Connor's hand still between his wife's, until she walked out of the room. He was about to put the baby in the crib when he called her back. She turned to him, just outside the door.

"Can she sleep with us tonight?"

She wanted to tell him that no, it would be a bad habit, but Connor was making her the cutest puppy eyes she'd ever seen in him. Add that to the cute bundle still on his arms and the moonlight that caressed his features, and she swore her heart stopped at the sight. She could never say no to such a sight. On that moment, she was as wrapped up around his finger as he was to their daughter's (she knew she would be a daddy's girl).

That night, the two fell asleep with their daughter between their heads, arms over their waists or next to their daughter with fingers intertwined.  

There wouldn't be a more perfect memory in their whole lives.

[mavrisfanfics]

Request - Connor Kenway x Reader - Forgotten in Tyranny

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Fandom: Assassin’s Creed III

Pairing: Connor Kenway x Reader

Words: 395 (short, I know)

Warnings: None

Notes: Considering all the Connor requests I’ve received, I think everyone in this fandom wants to see him suffer, I swear to god!

I’m sorry this is so short, but long fics are time consuming, and I have other matters to attend to (and other requests). Also apologize for crappy title, but I need to title requests otherwise you’ll soon talk to me about a Connor x Reader and I’ll be like “Which one????”

I’m seriously considering making a continuation of sorts, where Connor and Reader wake up in the normal timeline, but it would be just a tiny little thing, so I’ll leave that part for after I finish my current requests. But no promises! (Unless it has a high demand)

Enjoy!

Waking up without her by his side was terrifying for Connor, but seeing his mother alive quickly surpassed it and pushed it to the back of his mind, along all the madness going around him: His mother was alive (wait, not for long...), George Washington was king... 

Only when he found himself arrested did he find time to think of her again. Was she alive? Where was she? Was she an assassin? 

Although it was a different timeline, some things didn't change. Yes, his girlfriend was an Assassin, and she was a part of Samuel Adam's resistance.

As such, at the same time Connor was escaping, she herself was also helping him and the other prisoners escape. They met as he was escaping his cell, where he locked in the guards, and she rounded the corner. 

He recognized the robes and the way she moved was so familiar, but it wasn't quite the same, and it left him some doubts, since he couldn't see her face thanks to the hood. 

"Well, and here I thought someone needed my help to escape." Any doubts he had about her identity vanished once he heard his voice. She took off her hood and gave him a tiny smile. She was fine, and he was relieved. Some of the prisoners that heard her voice called for her. 

But she approached him, ignoring the others. 

"I don't remember you. How did you escape?" Connor was stunned at her words. 

"Don't say nonsense, (F/n). Don't you know me?" She gave him a cautious side look as she looked him up and down. 

"Nooo... I'm pretty sure I don't. How do you know my name?" He felt his chest squeeze painfully. Before he could reply, another voice called her, and her expression changed.

Her eyes were shining with love, the same way they did when she looked at him, only she was looking at the direction of the voice. Her lips curled into a love-stricken smile as she ran to another cell and picked the lock. 

Connor's heart shattered when a man got out of the cell and kissed her deeply, like he used to. He saw her respond, a tiny moan that he knew it meant "I missed you" left her and smashed the pieces of his heart to dust. 

He needed to end this madness. 

He wanted his girlfriend back. 

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It's my Job

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by Danima28

A day out shopping turns into one, giant, flop.

But now, running for your lives, who's to blame for this mess?

Words: 3838, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Assassin's Creed - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: You, Yourself, Ratonhnhaké:ton | Connor, conner kenway, Charles Lee

Relationships: Ratonhnhaké:ton | Connor/Reader, Ratonhnhaké:ton | Connor/Original Female Character(s), Connor Kenway/reader, Connor Kenway x OC

Additional Tags: Friendship, Trust, Angst, Drama, Action, Where is Charles Lee, There is Charles Lee, Assassin's Creed III, Bodyguard, Protection, Job - Freeform, Secret Organisation, Secret Crush, mutual feelings, The Chase, Connor fancies you quite a bit, Stalker, There's no kiss at the end, You both show love in different ways, You mad tho, Connor protects you, Connor saves you from all type of shit, Hidden Blades, Hidden Feelings, Forbidden Love

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In My Dreams

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by IceboundStar

You’re just a simple woman who has a normal job in an office during the day, and once at home you play games from your favourite series of games wishing that the male characters were real. One day a friend at work brings in a spell book for you to read through, and you decide to cast one of the true love dream spells not expecting anything to happen. You find that you get more than you had bargained for. Reader x Assassins.

Words: 1112, Chapters: 1/10, Language: English

Fandoms: Assassin's Creed - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Jacob Frye, Arno Dorian, Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad, Shay Cormac, Edward Kenway, Ratonhnhaké:ton | Connor, Bayek (Assassin's Creed), Ezio Auditore da Firenze, Alexios (Assassin's Creed), Reader

Additional Tags: Reader-Insert, descriptive blanks, Romance, Fluff, Dreams, Self-Indulgent, I will add any other characters that are requested

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