#ratonhnhake:ton x reader

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Head Cannon bc I can - What kinds affectionate the different assassins would be - Part 1

Ezio Auditore da Firenze - The Lover of Love. Family man very affectionate/grew up in a loving closely knit family/family oriented/notices little things/sweetheart with a side of spice/he reminds me of the hot tamale candy lol spicy AND sweet at the same time bc he can be a cinnamon roll one second and then become the oven that you PUT the cinnamon roll IN. He seems like he would play the lute for you the few chords that he learned when he was younger that is, and he MIGHT sing but don't count on it haha. Man wrote some real nice letters when he was older so I bet he would try his hand at love letters no matter which Ezio you prefer, and they would be sweet. Loves to give hand kisses whether they be sweet or steamy. Often comes up behind you and wraps his arms around you in a hug, and imo LOVES it when you rake your fingers through his hair gently scratching his scalp. Would instantly be down bad for someone who cooks Italian food for him because it makes him feel loved and cared for.

Bayek of Siwa - The Kind Lover. Proud affection/"look at how awesome my partner is I worship the ground they walk on"/offers an arm for escort/is not afraid to hold your hand/great at letting people know where they stand and setting boundaries so no one will be confused about who he has feelings for. Very attentive and notices the little things/can kick ass and then some but is so gentle and sweet with the one he loves (no one touches a hair on their head or disturbs the air around them or so help him Anubis...) /great at communicating and is not afraid to talk about feelings. Have a feeling that he enjoys fresh baked bread and anything sweet he can get his hands on, and also loves to share them with his love. NO ONE can tell me that he doesn't take good care of the person he loves because man is a sweetheart protector and dang good provider. Forehead kisses are a big thing with him, where he gently cradles your head to do so, and lots of eye contact when he tells you that he loves you.

Edward Kenway - The Cheeky Pirate. sexual tension/handsy and cheeky but will stop if you're uncomfy/he knows when to behave/won't hesitate to smooch you to the ninth realm and back if someone looks at you like they want you/ have a feeling that he is BIG TIME into holding his partner in front of him at the wheel and steering the Jackdaw (letting them drive but not really)/spoils his loved one rotten any chance he gets (even if it is stolen lol)/will probably make you his co-co-captain alongside Adewale.

Ratonhnhake:ton/Connor Kenway- The Respectful Lover. Not really one for PDA but you'll know that you're loved by him/does gush about you to people from his tribe and everyone at the Homestead knows he's DOWN BAAADD (the tribe elders have predicted a wedding date lol bc they know that he'll marry you. Definitely teaches self-defense and fall in love 5,000 times harder if they made an attempt to learn Kanien'keha/if they love animals and nature, he again will worship the air they breathe. If you cook for him especially recipes from his tribe, he'll probably get emotional because they remind him of home, and he would be head over heels in love with someone who was open to learning about where he comes from and the ways of his people. If you defend him when someone is rude to him (despite being well able to defend himself as we all know) he will feel protected and loved, which he's rarely felt in his life since his mother.

Jacob Ethan Frye - The Sweetheart. Makes his partner feel valued ESPECIALLY as a woman because he's not a typical 19th century man who's all "women's place is in the home having babies and cooking and cleaning". He WILL LISTEN TO YOU and also put great faith in your opinion/cheeky and very flirtatious/can get flustered if partner matches his energy though lol/ something tells me this man LOVES and is WHIPPED for domesticity he's had a crazy, dangerous life with too many near death experiences to count at only 21 years old and while he would still be the chaotic cinnamon roll you fell in love with the Rooks and fight club and all he would love to come home to peace and calmness. If you cook/bake for him he will literally turn into a bottomless pit he LOVES IT though it will sometimes start sibling squabbles between him and his older sister because she loves your cooking too haha. Also teaches self-defense but will get flirty with you real quick so it's probably best to learn from Evie lol. VERY genuine and he means every loving word he says and every touch he gives. Protective of you and will throw hands if someone disrespects you. He also loves to make you laugh and tell.me.WHY I am so dang sure that he LOVES it when you play with his hair especially if you scratch your fingers lightly against his jaw and the scratchy whiskers he has there.

Desmond Miles - The Lonely One. Proud as well/total gentleman with sexy swagger lol/loves to take you out on his motorcycle/loves it when you come visit him at work because he'll be doing his job and look over to see you which makes him instantly happy/TOTALLY shows off his bartending skills and winks at you while doing it being a total flirt/ love language without a doubt is quality time and physical touch. Man is VERY affectionate imo because he's touched starved and most likely lonely (even with the Animus he still wants you because you comfort him). If you defend him from Shaun when he's being annoying or pushing him too much or clap back at the male half of his DNA, he will literally love you forever. Man is FERAL for a significant other that will defend him and care for him the way he wasn't all those years alone.

Altair Ibn La'Ahad - The Reserved Soldier...who's Smitten. Doesn't do PDA most that might happen is an arm offered for an escort or a hand on the waist to push you behind him/will kiss you on the cheek before he goes off on missions the same way he does the rest of the members of the Brotherhood (even if you're not part of it) while saying to you in Arabic "Safety and Peace my darling". Shows affection by smirking at you when you're flustered and acting as your intimidating AF bodyguard/in private tho...he's very amorous and loves having physical contact with his partner. Totally the type to lie there and rest with them or lazily kiss and hug. Not averse to showing that he loves you in public or declaring his love because he does love you very much, he just wants to protect your honor and avoid anyone (read: MALIK) heckling/harassing the both of you about being lovers. You are for his eyes and his eyes only whether it be hand holding, kissing, or various other things that he often thinks about...

Arno Victor Dorian - The Hopeless Romantic. Very affectionate also from being lonely and touch starved/not afraid to show his love for you in public. He DEFINITELY writes you love letters that are just - SIGH. He has a way with words and just pours everything into the letters he writes you, what he loves about you and why, how much you mean to him, how he would do anything for you. He's a hopeless romantic and when he falls in love he falls HARD and gives the one he loves everything (cue traumatic flashbacks of a certain ex-now deceased red haired lover of his). I think he would be SO in love with someone who noticed the little things about him and took care of those things. If he's sleep deprived? You let him sleep in and fix him breakfast in bed. If he's lonely while working? You sit with him wherever he is and read/ write/look out the window and watch Paris silently comforting him with just your presence. If he forgets to eat? You fixing him something delicious to eat and bringing it to him giving him a kiss and words of encouragement. Bringing him tea/water/coffee/hot chocolate while he's working. Would definitely spoil you with treats from the Cafe and if you work there, he'll drop by every so often to give you a sweet quick kiss. I think he would also show affection by helping you get ready in the morning and take this the way you wish...but he's really good with corset laces, buttons, and layers upon layers of fabric. He's thoughtful and sweet taking time to think about you (even though he barely thinks about himself). Will legit protect you with his life he refuses to lose you and will do anything to keep you safe. He loves to have slow relaxing days with you to have a moment away from his normally stressful life. You pulling him away from his work for distraction or holding him when the Council annoys him is always welcome. You will definitely know that he loves you with everything that he has.

[demigoddessqueens]

cuddle headcanons

A/N: so a while back, Anon asked about this cuddles headcanons, and I loved it…so I wanted to do one for the Family Tree™️ + the Brotherhood’s Founder

Tagging fellow fans @ladysaturnsdust @wyyvernn

Altair

He was half awake as you slept the night away. If you woke, he wanted to say ‘don’t think too much of it’, but deep down the Master Assassin can’t help it. Arms wrap around you because he wants to keep you safe, and he couldn’t bear to lose you.

Ezio

It’s pouring all of the love into a tight hug. He’s lost too much, loves too hard, and now you’re here! And he adores you immensely! Call it selfish of the remaining Auditore son, but his love for you is rooted firmly, and sometimes he wishes he could just hold you freely.

Edward

Even as the Captain of the Jackdaw, he is not impervious to his intense feelings. You slowly roused from sleep one night before being pulled back back to with a gentle sigh. You barely remember it but you could have sworn you heard a low hum soothe you back to sleep.

Haytham

It’s a cold loneliness that claws at his heart, and for the briefest moment it dwindled away. Then it returned with a dear price. So now when you’ve joined his side with the Templars, he almost feels ashamed wanting you but your warm frame curling into his is almost enough to melt through that icy facade.

Connor

You’re so small in his arms, but you fit so right in between them. Perfectly tucked between his arms and chest, he admires your peaceful features as your breath brushes against him. There’s a lot more he wants to say, but for now he’ll settle for a forehead kiss.

Desmond

The cuddles are more for him than you, as slumber as already claimed you. All the legacies of his line fall on him, and your loyalty to him has never faltered. You’re his friend, an ally, and….his love? He may not know what’s to come, but he holds you for what is right now.

Bayek

The desert night was cool and relaxing. You were a new recruit from one of the cities, and you moved quickly up the ranks. Going out for the occasional missions proves strenuous but Bayek enjoys the calm atmosphere and he really sees how relaxed you are in the night. Admiring your features as he holds you lulls the Creator of the Brotherhood back to sleep, and he dreams peacefully for once.

[the-arachnid-queen]

Alright everyone! It's once again that time of year. It's time we wish my beautiful husband a happy birthday! So get the cake and the candles ready!!! 🎂

[elfven-blog]

Complacent (2)

Summary: It's the prison break scene from the game! But with more water!

Orca!Merman!Connor Kenway x Reader A mini series.

CW: Connor in too small a tank again (But not for long!)

Dedication: Still to the lovely @ramshackledtrickster (who I also commissioned for the art of Ratonhnhake:ton in this chapter)

Word count: 1.5K

You didn’t realise just how hard it would actually be to get the large merman out of his enclosure. Had spent hours agonising over plans to get Ratonhnhakè:ton out of that aquarium. (and possibly still keep your job)

At some point you’d managed to get in contact with people from other aquariums, or those who didn’t agree with what was happening. There was even some captain who had been involved in the capturing of them.

He had told the story of the hunting trips he’s been on, how the eyes of the merfolk had haunted him so much he’d nearly drank himself to death. How that was when he knew he needed to do something to help.

Captain Faulkner had agreed to help you, if you needed his boat to get Connor out and where he needed to go. He also happened to own a rather large lorry that you had been trying to figure out how to turn into a tank.

If you could get the large Orca out of his enclosure and into the lorry. You could get him to the ocean.

But it was very difficult to try and make a plan when said Orca kept trying to have all of your attention. At some point the director had put a stop to your visits to Connor’s enclosure and had some other keeper cover for his main ones when they couldn’t be there.

And Ratonhnhake:ton had decided to show his displeasure and protest by refusing to eat. He also was rarely surfacing at this point, his keepers had tried everything. Which had resulted in him nearly biting someone, not that you thought he would, he probably just bared his teeth and snarled.

Now you had the rest of the plan sorted. You just had to figure out how to get him out. It was your day off and you were ‘visiting’ the aquarium as a guest with your friend, Desmond. All under the guise of getting some kind of an idea.

Ratonhnhake:ton was still not available for the public, which was good for you, but unfortunately meant as you weren’t on schedule that you couldn’t technically go see him. Luckily for you, Desmond had a penchant for getting into places he wasn’t meant to be.

And the moment you had told him about the large merman it was like a fire was lit under his ass and he almost demanded to be involved in your plan. 

Your eyes shifted around to make sure no one was watching as Desmond messed with the lock on the door. He had been worried about the cameras but rolled his eyes and let out “oh of course!” when you told him they didn’t actually work, they were just there to scare potential thieves.

It took him less than a minute to open the door as you looked at him in wonder, your mouth open and eyes blinking slowly. Desmond shrugged as he closed your mouth “You might catch flies you know?” 

His words made you roll your eyes as you gently swatted his arm before walking through the door, you could see his scarred lip twitch upwards as you both began walking through the hallway to where Connor’s enclosure was. The man behind you is practically bouncing off the walls in his excitement.

You pause as you open the door at the end of the ‘kitchen’ where you prepare the food, turning to Desmond with narrowed eyes “Don’t get too close” as you step through the threshold.

Desmond stayed in the outer area, watching and waiting. His own eyes narrowed with that familiar protective glint in his eyes. He couldn’t help but be protective, you had known each other since you were young and from everything he had read (and that you had spewed in your rants about the director lately) merfolk could be dangerous.

At first it was like there was nothing in the water, reminding you of the first time you’d ever entered the enclosure. You kneeled down at the water's edge, peering over and into what felt like an endless void. Your nose scrunched up, the corners of your lips turning down at the state of the pool. 

The water had grown dark and murky, you could see algae building up on the glass on the other side and you we’re almost positive that the water hadn't changed. 

Desmond cocked his head as he watched your eyes almost double in size, he knew that look. It was the same one you always got when you had an idea. 

Your hand reached out to pat the water making a small ripple around your palm, nothing happened for a moment and then a large hand touched your palm. Fingers curling around your own as something large took shape under the water, until you were pushed backwards by Ratonhnhake:ton emerging.

His eyes flicked to Desmond, who held his hands up and tried to disappear against the wall. The merman was distracted when your hand tugged his own and his eyes were quick to turn their focus back to you “Ignore him, he’s here to help”

“Help?” he repeated in that rumbling voice that seemed to echo without actually producing the echo. Your tongue darted out to wet your lips as you gave him a short nod.

“Your water hasn’t been cleaned in some time, I shall have to push for it” the look in your eye seg something off in Connor’s stomach, it seemed dangerous and therefore all the more exciting. His hand let go of your own, finding their place either side of your legs as his eyebrow raised. 

“I haven’t let them, I don’t like the small water” He seemed offended at the noise you made, halfway between a snort and a laugh. His hand swatted at your leg for the crime of laughing at him. 

He, of course, meant the temporary cleaning tank used while the main pool was cleaned. “You’ll have to bear with it for a while, it’s your only way out” Conor took a deep breath and released it with a growl before nodding his head.

“Fine, if I am free of this place then I will deal with it” Your arms reached up to wrap around his broad shoulders in a hug. Barely able to hug him properly even as his own arms wrapped around you “Only this once”

It was all planned. The beginning had started.

The Director had been easily convinced that his ‘star attraction’ needed cleaning, and when Ratonhnhake:ton had been moved into his temporary home, which is meant to last for a few hours at most, they drained the pool.

Only for (shock horror and gasps all around) the realisation that the pool needed a good long soak. Which meant that Ratonhnhake:ton needed transportation to a nearby aquarium with enough space.

Which led to you and Desmond waiting with Captain Faulkner at a lorry stop. You had managed to talk to the lorry driver hired to take Connor, convinced him that there had been a change of plan and that about half way the lorries would be swapped.

You couldn’t believe that the driver had brought it.

But your heart almost stopped as you saw the driver pull in, Robert choked up a coughing fit as he saw it. Letting out a ‘Damn me, it worked’ as all three of you watched the truck stop.

Changing over cabins seemed easy from where you were, you smiled and thanked the driver while wearing your uniform. Making it all seem more official just to dissolve any of the questions that the driver would have.

Once his lorry was out of sight, Faulkner locked you in the back where the Orca was being held and the two got in the front. Heading to their destination where the boat was docked. Heading towards Ratonhnhake:ton’s freedom.

Your hands settled onto the glass as you gave him the softest smile you could. He looked so small and cramped in the tank compared to the pool. You couldn’t help but wonder how he looked in the ocean, something you hoped you got to see before you both departed ways.

“We’re nearly there, just a little longer” His eyes opened at the sound of your voice, one of his own hands placing against the glass with yours. Oh how sad his eyes seemed, there was excitement there too but it seemed overshadowed by the profound sadness. 

His other arm wrapped around his waist, hand placed right above his hip and his tail seemed to curl up. Well not quite curl it was more that he had been forced into a foetal position. Now you understand why he didn’t like the ‘small water’ as he called it.

“You’ll be able to stretch out soon, before you know it, Bull” you used the nickname in hopes of bringing him a smile even if it was small but all that happened was he turned his head and closed his eyes. Head buried against his bicep.

[daughterofthequeen]

Silent Love

Pairing: Ratonhnhaké:ton x reader; Connor Kenway x reader

Request: Hello, could I please request a Ratonhnhake:ton x reader? I’ll take anything but I do love the friends to lovers cliche 💜 I myself am a very musical/Disney princess-like singer type person so maybe you could incorporate that as well? If not no prob 🙏 hope you are having a good day!

Warnings: friends to lovers, fluff, light flirting between both parties, kissing

Summary: You and Connor relax after your weekly test, and the truth comes out

A/N: I set this up about a year before Kanen'tó:kon comes by and tells Connor about the British trying to purchase their village (the beginning of Connors journey) so he’s 16 and the reader is about 15 or 16 your choice☺️😊. I'm really nervous I hope you like it.

Song used

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You and Connor are sparring against each other while being watched and studied by Achilles. This was the last part of your weekly test, Achilles teaches something new every one to two weeks, depending on how fast the two of you learn and understand it. Once you and Connor finished sparing, with you as the victor by the way (something you will most definitely be teasing Connor about later). After the two of you were finished sparring, and the victor was established, Achilles let the both of you go for the rest of the day. The both of you agreed to wash up first before going on your daily walk. Ever the gentleman, Connor let you use the bathroom first. After you left out with Connor going in, you went ahead and got a head start on the walk, knowing Connor would find you quickly. While walking and humming through the woods at a slow pace, observing all of the life around you. Something you love about staying at the homestead, the nature and all of the animals, you admired it all. And unbeknown to you it is one of the things Connor loves about you. The way you respect the plants, insects and the animals, something a lot of people forget to do now days. There was even a time where you almost knocked Connor over because he almost stepped on an anthill that was still being built, and it was no bigger than a quarter.

You made it to a small clearing of the forest that is not far from the homestead (a landmark that is used often by you and Connor) and sat in the middle of it. While sitting and listening to nature, you spot a certain bunny coming out of its warren when it does it almost automatically spots you, then it hops over after checking its surroundings. This specific bunny-rabbit has taken a liking to you after about a year of putting in the work. You would leave food out for it then eventually you had gained enough of the bunny's trust for it not to be afraid of you, enough to where it is basically a pet. The bunny hops in your lap and you reach into your little pouch that you keep attached to your hip of your belt that is filled with animal feed for any animal willing to take it. You laid some of the food on the side of you for the rabbit and then laid down on your back to stare at the sky. After the rabbit finishes, he starts sniffing and nuzzling your hair that had spread out above you like a halo after laying down on the soft grass, and that is when you noticed all of the sounds of nature more distinctly. The birds, squirrels, the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves of the tress. All of it turning into music to you, then you allow yourself to close your eyes and start singing, making up lyrics as you go.

"Turn your face Towards the sun Let the shadows fall behind you Tell a pray Just carry on And the shadows Will never find you"

After hearing a snap of a twig, you open your eyes towards the sound. Subconsciously, knowing it was only Connor, but still your brain wanted to make sure the poachers weren't getting bold and stupid enough to come and hunt this close. You watched Connor walk closer until he finally stopped and laid down next to you.

“What took you so long?”

“I was getting all of the dirt and mud out of my hair from you fighting dirty during our test”, he said in a fake agitated tone.

“Just because I beat you does not mean I played dirty; it simply means I’m better than you. Don’t be a sore loser", you said as you rolled your eyes in a playful way.

“Whatever.” He scoffed in an amused tone as he turned his head back to the sky from looking at you, with a small smile on his face.

Words escaped you when you looked over at him. He is the definition of beauty, something you state to yourself too often, but can never seem to find the courage to tell him out loud. His strong jaw all the way up to his beautiful growing hair, that you loved. He decided he wanted to let it grow out a little longer. So, after me offering and him allowing me to clip the ends of his hair to even them out it has grown to the point where he can tie the top of his hair in a ponytail and letting the other half flow under it. A hairstyle that came about from you playing in his hair while you guys relaxed near the stream one day almost a year ago. Apparently, he liked it because every day after that, that was how he kept his hair styled, keeping his signature braid in the front that he has had since before the two of you first met.

"What was the song you were singing?", Connor asked in his usual calm tone, as he turned his head back to me catching me already looking at him, but if he knew I was staring at him the entire time is yet to be known.

"Um I don't know I just sort of made it up."

"You made it up? Wow, it sounded good."

"You say that like it's such an unbelievable thing", you chuckled.

"I didn't mean it like that, it just sounds like it was written by a professional."

"Woooow, thanks", you said in a bored like tone, then the both of you started laughing.

After a good bit of laughing, it started to slow and the both of you went quiet. Even the animals seemed to go silent like nothing was there at all except for him. And you didn't know if it was you or him, but he was getting closer, very very close. Close enough where you felt your breath mix with his. Close enough where your noses are nudging together. Close enough where his pillow soft lips are brushing against yours. Then there was no space left at all, those lips, those beautiful lips you would catch yourself staring at were finally on yours like you always wanted. And they were just as you imagined them to be, as well as the kiss. It was like everything went fuzzy, everything disappeared, nothing existed anymore, nothing but you and him, and you loved it. Then the time came when the both of you separated, neither one of you knew what happened or why the two of you did what you did, and neither one of you cared. The only thing that mattered and were certain of were the feelings the both of you had for each other. And all the doubts the both of you had were gone, the two of you knew you both felt the same way towards one another. And in a heartbeat, the two of you kissed again, not concerned about the repercussions of your actions for the future, not caring, all the two of you knew was as long as you both had each other, you would both be okay.

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A/N: Lyrics used in this fic are not mine it is Towards the Sun by Rihanna, and neither is the video. I hope you like this; I wasn't sure where I was going to go with this, but I do like how it turned out. And if you did not like it or you had something different in mind, just send me another request with more details of what you wanted, and I will try and fix it. But I really do hope you enjoyed this, thank you for requesting as well, toodles.

[reddeaddamnation]

Heya can I get a kink alphabet for Connor please

A, B, C, M

A - Anal

Connor would love to try it with you. He will be so gentle, making sure to prepare you so that it is as less painful as possible. He will love how tight you are and all the new ways he can pleasure you and himself. But either way he will still make sure to play with your clit or finger you.

B - Breeding

He would love to see you pregnant with his child. It's not a maniacal type of thing but a way to officially be a family. He sees it as a way of showing love and trust. Filling you up with his cum and watching your belly grow would fill him with pride and adoration for you

C - Creampie

This comes with his small breeding kink. Seeing his cum gushing out of you will make him want another round. I feel like Connor from TOKW would be very into it and would be more keen on getting you pregnant sooner. Creampies would be his way of showing dominance.

M - Masochism (BDSM)

He isn't a fan of the more hardcore kind of stuff but wouldn't mind a little bondage and teasing every once in awhile. He would enjoy being the one tied up and the one doing the tying up equally but usually he just holds your wrists above your head with his hands. Overall doesn't like inflicting pain on you even if you make him and wouldn't enjoy receiving the pain.

[followingthecreed-blog]

Connor Kenway x Reader: I Wish For A Family

The soft crackling of the fire and the steady sound of raindrops hitting the windows were the only sounds that were competing to fill the silence that seemed to hollow the house. You were accompanied by a collection of books; an intriguing series that you were determined to finish as the storm outside weakened. There wasn't much conversation anymore. Your eyes departed from the words on the page to gaze over to the chair Achilles used to sit in. It was times like these where his absence was palpable in an almost painful manner. You wished that he was here to offer his advice on how future events should be handled, to defeat you in every board game you played and to argue with the Native Assassin who now carried an even bigger load of worries and responsibilities than he did before. With a sigh, you gently closed the book and placed it in its rightful place atop of the others. The soft silk material of your skirt trailed behind you as you stepped into the kitchen and found the necessary ingredients to make a delicious stew to feed yourself and the man who had sealed himself in his room upstairs. It all felt strangely domestic as you placed the apron over your head and tied it firmly behind you. Being trained by the French Brotherhood as if you were one of their own, you were a fierce assassin; as deadly as you were sophisticated and graceful. George Washington knew you by name, Lafayette could give testimony of your skills and Haytham Kenway himself had surprised his son when Connor was in the middle of introducing you but the Grand Master already knew of you. You cut the carrots, the meat, and everything else before adding it into the pot and stirring it as it heated. You wiped your hands on the apron and turned to ready the bowls and utensils. The American Revolution had been fought and the colonists earned their victory. The United States of America had been the title given to the liberated nation and though now the people could take a break and celebrate their success, the work of the Assassins was just getting started. The American Brotherhood needed to be built to ensure their presence in the states was firm and lasting for the war with the Templars was far from over. The threat of Templar Order had been almost completely eradicated, yes, but the Assassins needed to be established for the freedom of the people and their posterity. Ratonhnhaké:ton had this weight on his shoulders as well as the burden of knowing his people were driven from their land. In his life he had lost countless people. His story was painful in so many ways that you only wished for happiness to finally find him. You carefully placed the bowls of hot stew on a tray along with two glasses of water. You carried these across the threshold and into the dinning room where you placed the bowls across from each other in the seats that Connor and you usually sat in. You could not help but look at the head of the table where Achilles used to sit. You walked up the stairs and towards the room where Connor resided to knock on the door. "Connor," you called out as you heard movement in his room. The door opened to reveal the assassin who was not wearing his trademark robes but a simple white shirt that reached his elbows and blue pants. "Dinner is ready downstairs. I was hoping you'd join me." "Of course." The both of you made your way downstairs and towards your respective seats. Connor thanked you for the food and you assured him that it was nothing. The same silence that you were trying to escape returned as the two of you enjoyed the flavors of the stew and the refreshment of the water. You knew well that he took notice of the way you examined him with concerned eyes looking for something to let you know how he was feeling but he had become extremely proficient at hiding his emotions. You knew well the incredible warrior Connor was, you knew that he had the strength to survive any hardship that life placed in front of him but you had been his partner for years and had hoped that the trust you both shared was enough for him to know that he didn't have to do this along; that you were more than willing to help. But before you could aid him you had to know what was wrong. After eating, you stood to pick up everything and return it to the kitchen but Connor stopped you with a gesture of his hand. "Please, allow me." He said, lightly taking the bowl and cup from your hands and gathering them with his own before he walked to the kitchen. He was fully aware that you followed behind him; walking in that soft, graceful way that made it seem as if you were gliding with your long skirts trailing behind you. There were many things on his mind, some that he was willing to share and others that he wanted to keep to himself. Connor knew that it wasn't fair to you. He knew that you spent your days recruiting and training new assassins, just as he did, chatting with the other women in the homestead that you had become close friends with and making sure that everything in this home and outside ran smoothly. He did these things as well, obviously, but when he was away strengthening relations between the Caribbean brotherhood and his own, you were placed in charge. You were the person he most trusted, a woman he admired for your strength and intelligence. He was sure that you already began to formulate your theories as to why he had been so distant suddenly and Connor felt guilty for making you worry. With all the courage he possessed he suddenly vulnerable under your analyzing gaze and he didn't know how to explain what had put him in such an isolated place. He finished washing the dishes and moved to go somewhere but he was suddenly stopped by your small hand grabbing his. All movement halted as he felt the coolness of your hand invade the warmth of his. Connor wasn't one for physical contact but he always welcomed yours. Whether it came in the form of hugs or the rare kiss on the cheek, the gravitational pull he felt towards you was something he could never explain when he was younger. For some time he felt as if he would never feel the love of another, especially from such a beautiful and refined lady like you, because of his heritage. He learned from others that women did these actions, gave these hugs, as a sign of friendship and that is what he took them as. For such a long time that had been enough...but his mentality began to change as he grew older. "Connor, do you trust me?" The inquiry in her voice saddened him. This shouldn't be a question that needed to be asked. "You are one of the persons in this life that I trust most." Connor reassured, the depth of his kind eyes meeting your own. "Never place in doubt my trust in you." "Then tell me what you are thinking. The house already feels empty without Achilles and without your presence it just becomes more hollow." Upon hearing your words his hand moved to grab your upper arm and hold it in sympathy; as a way to comfort you. "That is not what I wanted...I am sorry, (Your Name). I..." He trailed off as he took his hand off you and moved around you and towards the living room. "The things that burden my mind are not what you expect." "Explain it to me." You told him. "You've helped me dozens of times. I wish to do the same." He stopped walking once he reached a place near the window where he could survey the storm that thrashed the nature outside. He contemplated the words he wanted to say to her and how he was going to do so while she leaned against the archway giving him the time he needed. "The war has ended and the tyranny of the English crown and the Templar Order have been warded off." He began. "What do you wish to happen now?" You crossed your arms and rested your head against the doorway. "Well, I wish for the our influence to grow stronger here in to make sure that future attempts from the Templars to rise up again can be stopped. I wish for there to be a strong connection between not only us and the Caribbean brotherhood, but also the ones in Europe and around the world. I wish for the homestead to thrive always as it has been-" "No. What I had meant was...what do you wish to happen to you, personally." Connor tried again, looking a bit flustered because he hadn't been clear enough the first time. "Oh, to me? Um, well, I wish to be of service for as long as I can and help mentor the new assassins under your leadership." Connor's eyes left yours as he shook his head and looked down to the floor. You suddenly felt as if you had answered the wrong thing and you didn't understand. After the death of your father and the abandonment of your mother, you were sent to a family friend in France where you were raised in the creed. You had been working for the assassins all your life and could not imagine doing anything else with the knowledge of the evil that was found in this world. Your thoughts wondered if Connor was thinking about leaving the assassins but you quickly dismissed the idea. That was not something Connor would ever do. "Was that the wrong thing to say?" You asked as you moved into the room. "No. It is an honorable thing to want." You waited a moment before asking. "What do you want, Connor?" He took a moment before answering. "I wish for a family." You are not going to lie and say that you weren't surprised, even shocked, at his answer. Years ago, the both of you had been on aboard the Aquila resting inside the captain's cabin after defeating a number of ships that had been controlling the bay around a lighthouse that they shouldn't have been in. During the battle you had been slightly injured and now sat in his chair bandaging the wound when conversation between you two started. You talked the war, the homestead, the past and what waited ahead of you. It was in that conversation that you learned that Connor did not have time for romance. Members of the homestead were always asking him when he was going to find a nice girl during the times where all of them gathered to eat and have a good time. He had told you that he had other priorities with his people that came first and they would always come first, as would the fight for freedom. You had agreed with him and somehow convinced yourself that his mentality would never change. "Two weeks ago we all gathered in welcoming the child of Myriam and Norris's to this world. I had returned days later to ask if they had a sufficient amount of firewood for the night or meat, since Myriam is now too busy to hunt, and she asked me if I could hold him for a moment. She placed her child in my arms, her small baby boy and I was overtaken by a strong feeling in my chest." He said as he tapped his chest for emphasis, trying to get you to understand . "I want that. I want to be able to hold a child of my own. I want to watch my little one grow, watch him learn to form words and take his first steps. I want a wife. A woman whom would love me just as much as I would love her." The emotions in his words were so strong they touched your heart. In the long time that you had known Connor, you had never heard him speak as he was now. His eyes were filled with such emotion as if his wishes were never going to be attained no matter how much he wanted it. It was the first time that you had seen him want something other than freedom for his people and the death of his enemies. This time he wanted something that everyone wanted to have but it seemed as if a part of him believed he would not achieve this. "Connor you will have that." You tried to reassure him. "You will find a woman who will you love immeasurably, you'll see. You will also have children who will adore you and see you as their hero. I have no doubt in my mind that you will be a wonderful husband and an excellent father." Connor's desperate eyes once more looked away from yours. He shook his head again, running a hand through his hair which had begun to grow back to how it used to be. You didn't understand why this was causing him such anguish. You moved closer to him and placed a hand on his face so that he was once again looking at you. You held his gaze and looked deeply into his eyes so that she can find the source of his insecurities and extinguish it. "Ratonhnhaké:ton, it will happen. You are such an exemplary person. You are brave beyond compare and never in my life have I met someone who can even come close to having the same amount of goodness that lives in you. Life may have been cruel to you like that storm outside but soon the storm will end and the sun will shine. And when the sun shines upon you, Connor, and it will, you will have everything that you want and more." Your words were so sincere that they softened his expression but not what burned in his eyes. You wrapped your arms around his neck and embraced him closely. He laid his head on your shoulder and after a bit he wrapped his arms around you to hold you as tightly as you were holding him. You could feel his breath on your neck as you rested your head on the side of his. You had never been this close to Connor. Yes, you had given him hugs before, but nothing like this. Your heart began to beat a little faster and you hoped he could not feel it. Connor had not had the blessing of living that normal life that so many seemed to have. He did not grow up in a home where he had both his mother and his father. He had been denied both from an early age. He did not know what it was like for a family to be together and united because he had no example of it but after seeing the joy Norris and Myriam had...he wanted it. He wanted it badly. "I want to have all of that with you." That's when you were sure he wasn't going to feel how fast your heart was beating because your heart stopped. You couldn't believe what you had just heard. In the years following you meeting the native, you had harbored feelings for him. Everything about him, to you, seemed perfect. You had fallen in love with the way he carefully enunciated every word to make sure that he was pronouncing it correctly, the way he would let his guard down around you sometimes and smile, the way his eyes held pride when he watched you in battle, with his morals and the way he would do anything to protect those he loved. You thought then, and now, that he was incredibly handsome but that conversation you both had on the Aquila made you hide your feelings and even try to ignore them. Because you thought that he would never feel the same way. He had held you but your silence was all he needed to confirm his doubts. He remembered the day that you had arrived to the homestead. You arrived wearing expensive clothing with your hair braided up and pearls pinned in the elaborate braid. Even in the city he had not seen a lady like you. Your eyes were bright and warm. Your smile was directed at him with no prejudice. He had not believed that someone that looked so delicate and elegant could be a skilled assassin. He was proved wrong many times over. Especially the time when you had been the first one to swing off the Aquila and attack that Man O' War which surprised Mr. Faulkner who had first been against you boarding the ship (saying woman on board brought bad luck). After that his crew affectionally had nicknamed you the 'Pirate Lass'. He always sought to be near you. He wanted to be near you but you did not feel the same way. "I should not have said that. I am sorry." He said with fear and regret coating his words. "No, wait, Connor-" He tried to slip away from you but you didn't let him. "I..." How were you supposed to explain how you felt for him for so many years? How you suppressed it in fear that you could lose his friendship? That you were so shocked and happy at his words that you didn't know how to tell him? He waited because you stopped him. His eyes urged you to go on even if it was to tell him the hard truth that you did not feel the same way. "I've felt...I..." You sighed to shake off the sudden nervousness that now filled you. "I had feelings for you. I've always thought you were one of a kind, handsome and gallant. I had so many feelings I was afraid you would notice the way I smiled too widely. I always thought I was a bother to you. And then that night on your ship, after we defeated those ships that were controlling the lighthouse, you told me that you weren't interested in a relationship and I respected that. You were right. I saw why you would want to make that decision and so I concealed my feelings." "I spoke those words while a war raged among us." Connor clarified. "I could not allow my emotions to show. Our lives were threatened. At any moment anything could have happened to either of us." "I know," you nodded. He looked at you intently. You had taken small sections from the front of your hair and braided it so that it almost appeared as if you were wearing a crown; half up and half down. You didn't have pearls pinned in your hair nor flowers but you looked no less radiant. "I see things differently now." The Master Assassin said with conviction. "The brotherhood is growing at a steady pace. All of our goals can and will be attained rather quickly. Perhaps it is time for the rain to cease and for the sun to shine." You turned to look outside and smiled when you saw that the storm had stopped. The only thing that remained from the brutal downpour was the crystal clear droplets that slid down the surface of the windows. It was only a matter of time before the sun broke through the clouds and basked everything in its golden light; you both knew that. Connor, still slightly timid, takes a hold of your hand. "(Your Name)...I will do everything in my power to have the feelings you had for me return." "You already have them, Ratonhnhaké:ton." "But you said 'had'." Connor said, his expression twisting in confusion. You gave him a sweet smile before using both hands to bring him close enough to kiss. And kiss him you did. It had been Connor's first kiss so despite not knowing that to do he followed your movements and kissed you back. It was that kiss that told him that your feelings had never left; they were only hidden but now, since the sun was going to shine, there is no need for them to hide from the storm any longer. "You know, secretly, I've also always wanted to start a family." The joyful and hopeful grin he gave you was priceless.

[justsomewritingsandshit]

Fascination

Connor Kenway (Ratonhnhake:ton) x Fem!Reader

Length: 1209 words

Warnings: not really, mentions of racism?, i love him (protect him pls)

Connor Kenway, or Ratonhnhaké:ton, didn’t know too much about being in romantic relationships. Apart from what he’d witnessed as a young child, in his village, or the little he’d witnessed in the strict British colonies, in his later years, he was clueless. He refused to ask Achilles, so the young Kanien’kenhá:ka male read books on the matter. He perused various romantic novels, most of which held great tales of love, and many had men defeating insane beasts, in order to woo the women they desired.

Frankly, none of these tales struck the young, teenaged Connor as very accurate.

It did not matter to him, either way. Very few women talked to him, as he spent much time away from the Kanien’kenhá:ka village, and the colonist women often looked down on him, due to his heritage. Ratonhnhaké:ton could possibly count on his fingers, the number of female colonists who treated him as an equal, or at least equal to the male colonists.

Y/N Y/L later became one of those women.

She was the new housekeeper and cook that Achilles had employed. She hailed from New York, and had arrived at the homestead at the beginning of the summer. Y/N now lived in the manor with the old man, and the young assassin, cleaning, cooking and running the household.

She enjoyed her time living with the men, finding them both quite endearing. Achilles was a wise man, who often very funny, despite his original grouchy countenance. She found Connor kind, caring, handsome, and a little naïve sometimes. Y/N observed how the two men clearly cared for each other as a father and son would, but never voiced this, due to what she assumed was their masculine pride. Y/N liked their presence… Connor’s especially.

He too, was fascinated by her – the young man found Y/N funny, beautiful, and incredibly knowledgeable about a number of diverse subjects, most of which were literature or business based.

The two said nothing, but it was obvious to both Achilles and Connor, that whilst Y/N claimed to be the daughter of a humble farmer, her schooling and demeanour spoke of a vastly different upbringing. Another factor, Connor found, was the way she wore her hair. He understood her hairstyle was a sign that she was more likely blue-blooded, than from the land. Y/N’s hair was often up, as most women wore it (Connor had only seen it down a handful of times, usually at night, and it was never purposely done by her). The hairstyles she wore were intricate, unlike the low-hanging, simple buns most women in the homestead region wore. To Ratonhnhaké:ton, this suggested a childhood of pampering, as no woman who was raised on a farm, would have the time to learn such frivolous things.

Achilles let her oddities go, a feat Connor could not employ. He was strangely fixated on her, for reasons he felt went beyond his norms. “Why do you lie about your past, Y/N?” He asked the burning question, thoroughly startling Y/N, one night.

The girl choked on her tea, causing her to cough once, before she managed a, “Excuse me? Connor, why do you ask this?” The girl began to fiddle with her teacup’s handle.

Connor bluntly stated, “You speak too eloquently for a farmer’s daughter, clearly you have been educated as a lady.” He held his cup, but he wasn’t interested in pretending he was focussed on it, unlike Y/N was. “Why do you lie to us?” The underlying ‘why do you lie to me?’ was obvious, and it forced Y/N’s cheeks to heat.

Avoiding his gaze, she told him, “I-I am running from my past, Connor. I don’t speak of it, and that’s all I shall say on the matter.” Then, Y/N rose from her chair, “Goodnight, Mr Kenway.” Connor watched her leave the room, a sinking feeling settling in his stomach.

He left the next day for New York, on ‘official’ Assassin’s business. In truth, he was searching for what remained of Y/N Y/L’s old life.

What he found surprised him. Whilst there was no Y/N Y/L, there was a Y/N Roberts, a young woman from a rich family, who’d disappeared nearly a year ago. Connor had broken into the home and saw a painting that confirmed that it was his Y/N. She’d been sitting in front of a stoic man, and a stern-looking woman, in said painting. He spoke with a maid, who revealed she’d helped Y/N run away. The girl had been desperate to escape an arranged marriage to an unlikeable, elder man. The maid also told Connor Kenway that this man was hunting Y/N down, still. She informed him, that the old man was demanding what he’d paid her parents for.

It took less than an afternoon to track him down. He was an old, but well-established man, who paid the British to avert their gazes from his illegal doings – abusing his wealth, as well as his powers. It didn’t surprise Connor that he was a Templar, as it seemed everyone he came across was. The old man died easily, and the young assassin stole a token when he left.

Returning to the Homestead, Connor found Y/N in the stables, brushing out the horse she had arrived on. Achilles was inside the manor, looking out at the two in the barnyard, unseen by them, but smiling.

“Y/N Roberts.” Connor spoke the old name, causing fear to strike within her heart momentarily. Her head snapped up, and she turned towards him. When she realised that she wasn’t in danger, that it was only Connor, Y/N relaxed slightly. She remained confused how he’d known her true identity, but she understood that Connor wasn’t going to harm her. Despite Y/N’s fear dissipating, Connor still approached her slowly, as if she was a scared animal – something she both did, and didn’t, appreciate. “Here.” He held out a gold-plated pocket-watch, the token he’d stolen from the old man, “You don’t need to run anymore.”

“Connor…”

“He is dead.” The assassin paused, before continuing, “You are free from the arranged marriage. You can leave the homestead, if you wish. You can go back to your life in New York, now.” The thought of her leaving the Homestead manor filled Connor with a deep sadness, one he was sure meant he held a deep affection for this woman (if the books he read were truthful). Pondering this, Ratonhnhaké:ton concluded that he might actually be like those men from the tales. After all, he too defeated great beasts for the women he loved.

“Thank you… Ratonhnhaké:ton.” It was the first time she uttered his true name. Her pronunciation was off, yet it still brought a tender warmth to his heart. Y/N reached out, and took the watch, her fingers brushing his palm, sending sparks of pleasure through his being. “Thank you for truly freeing me… Even so, I’m going to stay here. My life in New York is over.” Her eyes held affection, that Connor assumed was for him. “My life is here, now.”

As the woman wandered back into the manor, Connor’s gaze followed her figure. He was fully aware that he held affections towards Y/N, and that he was going to attempt a romantic entanglement with her. She fascinated him.

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[yukin0umi]

Tag 9 People You Want to Get to Know Better ;)

Thank you for @loveheartstel for tagging me! I’m honestly one the least interesting people ever, but I’ll try doing this to describe myself.

Top 3 Ships: SubScorp, Connor Kenway/Ratonhnhake:ton x Female Reader, and Kuai Liang x Female Reader

Lipstick or Chapstick: I prefer chapstick. I don’t like makeup all that much, but I don’t like it when my lips are chapped in the middle of winter and it burns, so it’s useful that way.

Last Song Listened To: March Rain by Luo Tiyani (I know, I’m such a weeb lol)

Last Film Watched: Um, it’s been awhile since I saw an honest-to-God movie, but I think either Ip Man or one of the Kung Fu Panda movies, I don’t know and I can’t remember

Currently Reading: I’m reading Cyrano, but that’s for school. In my room right now, I’m not really reading anything besides Kuai Liang x Female Reader fanfic headcanons and watching/listening to the Kubz Scouts( @kubzscouts)

Welp, that’s me and things you guys probably didn’t know about me. I really need to start being more lowkey interesting. I’m gonna tag a few people now, and you guys don’t have to do this, it is just a suggestion lol.

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@ask-shirairyu-grandmaster

@ragingxwolf

@jenns-sketchblog

@pinklinkuei

@point-maitimo

@kinokometal

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[secondaryrealm]

A present my amazing friend @golden-tomahawk !! It’s been sooooo long since I’ve written anything for Connor and I miss writing stuff with him so this was kind of a treat for me too <3

Snow crunched underfoot as you made your way down the beaten path, basket tucked tight in your arms. Myriam and Norris were shoveling snow near their home, obviously so they could have an easier time going to and from there. You waved as you walked by and they returned the gesture, though they both had knowing smirks on their faces when they saw the basket.

“Heading up to the manor are you?” Myriam asked.

“Yes, actually! I did some baking this morning and thought Connor might like some of what I whipped up.”

The couple exchanged a look as well as identical smirks. “Oh, I am sure he will appreciate the gesture.” Norris assured, barely concealing the laugh in his tone. 

You raised your eyebrow but Myriam just winked and insisted you go on with your mission and ignore their remarks. Shrugging you decided to take her advice and bade them goodbye after promising them some baked goods in the days to come. 

Winters were always hard around the homestead, but having such a tight knit community like this helped more than anyone could say. The doctor was always easy to call on when one fell ill from the cold weather, Ellen winterized clothing at a more than reasonable price, and there was affordable ale at the inn whenever you needed it. And then of course there was Connor, hunting in the woods for hours, just so he could catch enough meat to pass out to anyone who would need it during the harsh season, on top of always checking to see if anyone needed any other form of aid. He had such a generous heart, the least you could do was give him some treats when you could.

Being careful not to slip on the icy steps up to the manor you made your way to the front door. You rapped you gloved knuckles against the hard wood, making sure to be loud enough so he could hear from most of the house. The call was answered by a muffled reply that could not really be understood, though given that Connor likely would make an effort to be heard if he didn’t wish to be bothered, you opted to go inside. Stepping inside you looked around for him and finally spotted him on the settee near the fire.

He turned to look at you “Apologies, it was not convenient for me to answer the door at this moment.” He explained and that’s when you noticed that he wasn’t wearing a shirt.

“Connor, is everything-” You let out a gasp when you stepped close enough to see the rest of his bare chest. There was a bloody gash across his well toned stomach, apparently he was attempting to clean it. “Connor- what happened!?” You couldn’t help but to be worried from the sight alone and you knelt down in front of him, eager to help in anyway he needed.

“A simple accident while hunting.” He answered, looking a little embarrassed “It looks worse than it is, I assure you.”

“Why didn’t you go to Doctor White?”

“I did not want to disturb him, I especially did not want to distract him if someone with a graver injury came to his door.”

You felt like scolding him, after all any minor injury could turn deadly if left mistreated. However you knew harsh words would not help the situation, so decided to be of help instead “Is there anything I can do to help, since you won’t be sensible and go to the doctors?”

He gave that shy smile “Help me wrap a bandage the wound?”

You obliged and reached into the medical kit laying open on the settee, pulling out the necessary supplies.

“Why did you come to see me anyway? Did you need something?” Connor asked.

“Oh-” you set the basket beside him “I made you some sweets.” 

He peered into the basket, his smile growing as he saw the contents “Thank you, this is sure to make me feel better.” 

[demigoddessqueens]

ruler (of me)

a/n - i wanted to include Arno first cause it’s still his bday month 💕

Summary: person A flirting, saying “oh you’re the ruler of my heart” and how person B reacts

Arno 🇫🇷 - he feels his heart fluttering so much!! “Mon ami, mon coeur, you have no idea how happy you’ve made me!”

Ezio 🌹 - happy, ecstatic, elated, how dare you refuse his kisses/hugs/affections when he’s adored you so much !!

Edward 🏴‍☠️ - calls your heart his greatest treasure and that he would never steal such a priceless gift since it’s yours to give

Shay 🍀 - there’s a faint blush to his face as he returns your affection, placing a sweet kiss on your forehead

Basim - one, two strides over till he has you in his arms, “oh but you’re so MUCH MORE than that to me”

Haytham 🇬🇧- help him he’s so caught off guard, a bit loss for words, “I’ve—adored you, in such a way, for quite some time”

Altair 🗡️ - the one rare time you’ve seen him blush, but that’s not the end of it because he’ll try to sneak you away into some corner to himself

Connor - weaves an eloquent speech about how everything else pales in his comparison when it’s his feelings for you, long lashes fluttering against his cheeks

Bayek 🏹 - also so smooth in reciprocating, “but you’re so much more worthy than a ruler, a true god/goddess”

Desmond - he’s such a cutie 💞 “aww babe, you think about me that much?”, if the Bleeding Effect takes over, you hear bits of Italian, Welsh, Arabic, etc. calling you love nicknames

Eivor - it starts off as a chaste kiss until it becomes more heated, warming you more than any fire has

Aya - effortlessly smooth as she cups your cheeks, “oh? So I’m a queen to you, a queen of hearts?”

Kassandra - a careful kiss on your hand before she pulls you close

Evie - she’s battled her feelings for you for so long, but you telling her this is such a relief to her she can’t help but hug you

Jacob 🎩 - he’s such a cheeky flirty tease about it, in a whole “oh you think about me a lot, love? 😏”

[elfven-blog]

Complacent (3)

Summary: The storm's not over yet (ba dum tshh)

Orca!Merman!Connor Kenway x Reader A mini series. (The semi-finale)

CW: Storm, drowning

Dedication: Everybody thank @ramshackledtrickster who we all love very much for their art and amazing au!

Word count: 1.1K

When you finally made it to the dock the sky had gone dark, the stars in full view as you stepped out the back of the truck. You took a deep breath of the fresh air and rolled your neck while you stretched. If you felt like this you couldn’t imagine how Connor felt in that tank. Faulkner’s crew pulled said tank out with their machinery and got it latched onto the ship, securing it before you came aboard. Desmond parted ways here, hugging you and forcing you to promise you’d be back safe and sound after seeing this through. 

You stood next to the tank as the ship left dock, fingers drumming against the glass which seemed to attract the merman’s attention. His fist knocking so that you’d turn towards him, and when you did you saw him in a way you never had before. Sure he had smiled, grinned and laughed in your company but nothing like this. It was like everything from the past few months was nothing but a fantasy. Like his nightmare was finally over, there was a light in his eyes that you hadn’t even realised had been missing but now that it was there? You never wanted to see him without it again.

“Nearly there, big boy” you said with your own matching smile, your words had his eyes narrowed and his brow raised before he rolled your eyes at your teasing. As the ship made it to open waters, your head turned up to the dark sky and Ratonhnhake:ton rolled himself over in the water so that he was facing the stars too. You spent some time telling him about the constellations and in return he whispered about his own people’s belief, and all the stories he had about his time under the stars.

Ratonhnhake:ton seemed restless in the tank, you had tried to get him to speak to you but his answers were only glares and banging on the glass.

“We won’t be near for a few days!” you had told him, trying to explain that you were still miles away from where his homestead was. That the village wasn’t any closer, and that you were still too far out for him to be able to find his way.

This answer seemed to only anger him, his tail flicking and smacking against the sides. You were sure he was snarling and making those popping sounds you’d only heard him do when the director had been around. 

At one point his frustration had gotten you annoyed, you understood. He was restless, he wanted to be home but you wanted him safe. Why wouldn’t he just calm down a bit? It wouldn’t be long and you could let him out, he could swim back and you wouldn’t know where the village is. As was part of your agreement.

A few days later, you were talking to him again and noticed that his eyes weren’t on you. He was looking past you, staring at something in the difference. His hands clawing at the glass and his tail twitching as his nose wrinkled.

You turned around to see what he was looking at, your stomach sinking as you finally realised why he was so on edge. Darkened clouds rolling closer and rough waves entered your vision before you looked back at Ratonhnhake:ton “We need to get you out the tank”

It took mere seconds for the rain to pelt down onto the ship, the crew working to keep steady but you were far more focused on getting the tank opened. The glass had already started to shake and Connor was getting more and more panicked as he slammed his hands against the sides. “Stop slamming! You’ll make it worse” but he couldn’t hear you over the sound of the wind and rain.

The Orca just wasn’t listening as you tried to pull the latches but the rain had made them extra slippery and it took more time than you wanted for you to pull the lid open, sliding it off until it crashed the other side. The boat tipped causing you to hold onto the tank, and as it tipped the water soaked your clothes, Ratonhnhake:ton spilled out with it until he was on the deck. The boat righted itself for a moment but still rocked and for a moment he stayed there until you were next to him on your knees, hands pushing against his hip and bicep as you tried to get him to move.

“Go! Go!” he could barely hear your shouts over the storm but the look in your eyes and how hard you were trying to move him told Connor all he needed to know. He managed to roll himself over and started using his hands to try and get closer to the edge of the boat, using anything he could to pull himself but it was difficult to do with the boat rocking. 

When it tipped again he managed to grab hold of the railings and pull himself over, you latched onto something close, your hands curling around the rope as you watched his black and white tail go overboard. Then his head popped back up as he waved his hand for you to come over to him, you would have. You should have. 

But instead you shook your head, you just couldn’t. His eyes seemed sad now. Connor gave you a single nod before he was back beneath the waves, and you stood up slowly. Carefully begin to make your way beneath the deck, to the safety and sanctity of the inside.

You cried out as the boat tipped. Gasping as the railings hit your stomach, knocking any breath in your lungs out of you as you fell over the slippery metal. Your hands tried to grip and hold on before the battering of the rain and the water on your hands meant you found no perch.

People had already gotten below deck or managed to find something to hold on. None of them near you which meant you slipped beneath the violent waves with no hope.

Your eyelids felt heavier and heavier as you sunk, your body like led even as your mind screamed at you to move. To swim upwards and get your head above the wave. You just couldn’t do it. Then your eyelids were too heavy, your internal monologue screaming at you to not close them.

There was surely water in your lungs by now. You certainly felt like there was some in your mouth. That horrible tang of saltwater, the pressure of the ocean pushing you further down. 

The world seemed to fade around you, mind still screaming at you and blood rushing past your ears, managing to drown out the sounds of the tempest above. It was so peaceful beneath the waves, the violence of the storm having no effect on what lay below.

With your consciousness slipping away, you were sure the feeling of something wrapping around your waist and holding your head into something hard was your imagination.

Perhaps death’s cold and final embrace.

[daughterofthequeen]

Hello, could I please request a Ratonhnhake:ton x reader? I’ll take anything but I do love the friends to lovers cliche 💜 I myself am a very musical/Disney princess-like singer type person so maybe you could incorporate that as well? If not no prob 🙏 hope you are having a good day !

Sweet, my first request! No problem, I’m working on it now it should be out by the end of the week it took me a second to figure out how I wanna write it out. But now that I have an idea it is now in the process. And thank you so much, I hope you are having a good day as well.

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How training with them is like: <preference>

// Notice // I did not include Shay and Haytham because anon requested them training with a master assassin and training with a Templar ... Everyone knows how thats gonna end lol. I'm sorry

Altair: He is IMPOSSIBLE to train with. Always nagging and nagging and nagging. “You aren’t doing this right”, “You aren’t doing that right” and that makes you so frustrated you just want to beat his face in with whatever you have and not caring if you’re doing it right "You're doing the same thing, idiot!". When you do manage to beat him during a sparring match, he wouldn’t admit defeat and would still find something to latch onto, be it your footwork, your sword position, your stance. He just doesn't want to accept that you're better than him.

Ezio: Its a bit frustrating to train with him because he often distracts you by flattering you or talking dirty and that can easily make you drop your guard especially the first time he did it. But training with him means that you have a great sparring partner and your matches often end up in a draw because you are both too good.

Connor: He isn't that much fun to train with because its like he is holding back on you and he really confessed it one time. He said that he just doesn't want to hurt you. You just rolled your eyes and said that you will be fine, but he still refused. No, he isn't afraid that you are a Master assassin.

Edward: Oh, he loves training with you, though you hate it when he uses dirty tricks. He tends to taunt and tease you to no bounds about "being too hard to bring down because of your master assassin skills". Overall training with him is a lot of fun and you both just end up laughing in the end at the wrong moves one of you made.

Arno: He isn't any fun because he almost always lets you win because he has a soft spot for you. You know how Frenchmen are. In the end you two always end up making out on the ground, because he has an even softer spot for when you become so fiery.

Jacob: Its always frustrating to train with him because he always laughs when you make a wrong move or stumble. You of course pay him back thrice. The good thing is that he doesn't hold back on you.

Evie: She is a bit of everyone. Though usually she is fun to train with because she doesn't hold back on you and actually is a great opponent. Though she also tends to tease you and use dirty tricks to make you take your guard down.

Desmond: Sometimes training with him means he becomes your student and you have to teach him new moves and all that before actually training with him.The first few times he got embarrassed that his girlfriend literally fights better than him. Like, isn't the man supposed to be the one to do the protection?

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How the assassins are like when they make you cry: <preference>

Altair: He would feel a bit guilty and would avoid your gaze for awhile. He wouldn't say anything though because we know how stubborn he is. If things escalate too much he would murmur a "Sorry" and pull you into an embrace.

Ezio: He would immediately regret what he has said or did that made you cry. He would cling to you the entire time and would repeat "Sorry" in a very panicked voice until you forgive him.

Connor: He would freeze in his place, confused of why you are crying. He would rewind in his head what he did or said recently that made you feel this way. He would awkwardly apologize and offer you a hug.

Haytham: He would sigh rather loudly and would apologize and offer something to make it up to you. His apologies aren't rather honest though, because he just doesn't do them. He just doesn't want to lose you.

Edward: He hates arguments and hates seeing his beloved cry even more, because he has bad memories from Caroline and doesn't want history to repeat itsself. He would look at you with a very guilty expression and would murmur in a sad voice "I'm sorry lass, you know I don't mean some things I say..."

Shay: He would immediately feel guilty and all the frustration would vanish from him. He would reach out for you but wouldn't move closer if you don't want him to, as he is afraid you might push him away and that would hurt him even more. "Forgive me, lass... I'm sorry..."

Arno: He would realize what he said or did before you started crying but when he sees your tears it only makes him panic more. He would wrap you up in an embrace and proceed to try and comfort you in a scared tone "I'm sorry... I realized my mistake...I will never do it again I swear!"

Jacob: He would notice your eyes starting to water and would look at you with a pleading expression "Oh, please don't cry..." Seeing that that doesn't help, he would apologize loudly to you and would rush over to you to hold you.

Evie: She would probably feel her own eyes water as she watches you cry and would beg you to forgive her through tears.

Desmond: He would freeze and feel awkward because he isn't used to a situation like this. He would start stuttering out apologies and would feel guilty for the rest of the day. "Babe, cmon, I'm sorry, you forgive me right?" "Yes, Desmond i told you its fine." "But...you're sure?"

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How the assassins are when you say you want to go shopping: <preference>

Altair ibn la Ahad

He doesn't like walking around aimlessly so most of the times he would offer to invite Malik and his S/O just so he can have somebody to wait with while you girls take your time in the stores of the mall. The pair would ordinarily sit on a bench and wait until you tell them to come with you to the next floor, where they would sit on a bench.

Malik al Sayf

He really doesn't mind walking around the mall with you but if you take too long in a store he would honestly get bored and feel awkward because its a women clothes only store so most of the times you two would bring Altair and his S/O along so 1. you have a shopping buddy and 2. Malik has someone to wait with while you take your time.

Ezio Auditore da Firenze

He absolutely adores shopping with you. He is the person who you go to when you need fashion advice. He would actually be the one to drag you into a store and show you dresses or skirts or anything really and would tell you to try it on because he thinks it will look gorgeous on you.

Connor Kenway / Ratonhnhake:ton

He would tag along with you but would feel awkward the entire time because he feels like he doesn't have any business in a women's store and would say Yes to anything you show him and ask if it will look good on you because he thinks everything will look amazing on you because you are beautiful.

Haytham Kenway

He would tag along with you without any complaints and offer to pay all your expenses. He would actually compliment you in a very erotic way and would steal a few kisses before you enter the changing room again. Prefers to take you only to expensive stores. Absolutely adores it when you go underwear shopping (Victoria's secret of course)

Aveline de Grandpre

You ALWAYS ask her for advice and shouldn't buy anything without her capable opinion because she is an EXPERT in fashion.

Edward Kenway

Even though he doesn't have a clue in shopping, he goes with you anyway so he can steal a few touches in the changing room when no one is looking.

Shay Patrick Cormac

He actually likes shopping as well so he would be quite enthusiastic and stroll around the mall with you. You two would give each other fashion advice, say which clothes suit you best etc.

Arno Victor Dorian

He is a mixture of Ezio, Edward and Shay. He loves seeing you in dresses, would offer you some and would compliment you in the most flattering way and then proceed to sneak in the changing room with you to "help unzip your dress" when no one is looking. You would of course return the favor when he is choosing clothes for himself.

Elise de la Serre

She is the one to usually insist on shopping because let's face it. She's as adorable as she is sassy and insists her clothes to be 🔝. You can walk through the entire mall and in the end it will turn out that she will like one thing from one store.

Pierre Bellec

He would straight out give you his credit card and tell you to buy whatever you want just as long as you don't make him tag along because 1. he isn't patient enough to wait while you take your time to change in everything you like and 2. he doesn't have a clue in fashion

Jacob Frye

He loves tagging along with you and laugh at the unfashionable clothes you two see, compliment you on what he thinks looks good on you and isn't afraid to say what doesn't suit you even if that means a black eye for him.

Evie Frye

She adores shopping with you. She would give you great advice and would explain in detail what she likes and what she doesn't in an outfit, all the good and bad sides which would convince you whether to buy it or not.

Henry Green

He would usually have the difficult duty to carry your bags when you are finished shopping because he is just that much of a gentleman.

Desmond Miles

Takes selfies with you everywhere. Carries your bags. Would even buy you gifts. Whenever you two are at the mall you definitely go to Starbucks every time and tag each other on Facebook everywhere.