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la-sorciere-fleur · 7 years ago

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Picture this: Reader works at the lokal bakery where Ratohnhaketon gets his bread every week (I dunno man). Achilles knows damn well of Ratohnhaketon crush and one day decides to put him on the spot. fluffy fic request

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WARNINGS: None

WORD COUNT: 1508

A/N: Sorry for the delay, Anon. I hope this is fluffy enough 😊 The title is a Norwegian word, which means: “the overwhelming euphoric feeling you experience when you’re falling in love with someone.”

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It was a time in your week that you always looked forward to - the days when Connor Kenway would come in to buy some bread from your bakery.

It seemed simple enough, but really those moments were incredibly precious to you. He came every few days and always he was kind and sweet, but also shy. At first he hadn’t shown much emotion at all, but over time you’d learnt to recognise the little signs that he was quite an adorable man.

You’d quickly grown fond of him and always tried to engage him in conversation. His responses were brief and quiet, but you didn’t mind at all. You knew that’s just who he was as a person.

It was a Friday afternoon and you were expecting him. He usually came on Fridays, to get enough bread for the weekend. It was a ritualistic tradition, so you waited patiently, serving the other customers that came through.

You’d just finished serving a customer when you looked up and saw both Connor and Achilles walk through the shop door.

“Achilles!” You greeted the older man with a kind smile. “I haven’t seen you here in a long time.”

He returned your smile with a warm one of his own.

“It has been a while, Y/N,” he replied. “But an old man needs to get out of the house sometimes.”

“Of course,” you agreed with a nod. “Though, I wouldn’t call you all that old. You’ve still got some fight left in you yet!”

You said it light-heartedly, not realising the truth of his and Connor’s heritage and skills.

“Indeed,” Achilles agreed with a light chuckle.

“So,” you continued on. “What can I get for you two today? Just the usual?”

“The usual will be fine,” Achilles nodded in assent. “But throw in half a dozen rolls and maybe some sweets too.”

You nodded, moving to collect the items he’d requested. As you did so, you continued to chat to the older man.

“Are you having some guests over?” You asked conversationally.

You didn’t fail to notice the puzzled look on Connor’s face as he regarded Achilles. However, the older man seemed completely at ease, a twinkle in his eye as he replied.

“Well that depends,” he said.

“Depends on what?” You asked, perplexed.

“Will you accept the invitation?” He queried, his lips turning up into a smile.

“M-me?” You stammered, completely shocked.

You turned to look at Connor, as though he could confirm whether or not Achilles was being serious. However, he was simply staring at the older man as if he’d done the worst thing imaginable.

You noticed that his face had gone slightly red in anger and you felt your heart sink. You genuinely liked Connor and it felt disappointing to realise that he clearly didn’t feel the same - to the point that he didn’t even want to have dinner with you.

“Uh, Achilles,” you began nervously, turning your attention back onto him. “Thank you for the invitation. It’s a really kind offer and I would love to accept -”

Before you could actually get to the point of turning his offer down, Achilles cut you off with a knowing grin.

“Excellent,” he said in his husky voice, weathered by age. “We’ll see you at 7 o'clock tonight. Does that suit you?”

“Well, I’ll be finished work by then, but -”

Again he cut you off, seemingly aware that you were trying to get out of the invitation.

“And how much does it all come to?” He asked, gesturing to the baked goods he’d ordered.

With wide eyes at his sheer determination, you decided to just let it go. You felt bad for Connor and a little bit sad for yourself (considering the glare he was giving Achilles), but it seemed like you would have to go to the homestead for dinner that night.

You told Achilles the total sum and he handed you the money over. He said his thanks and once again reiterated that they’d be expecting you at 7pm, before disappearing out the door. You stared after him with wide eyes before turning your attention back to Connor.

“Connor…” you began quietly.

He turned his focus onto you, looking more aggravated than you’d ever seen him.

“I’m very sorry,” you continued. “I realise you don’t want me to come tonight, but I just couldn’t seem to get a word in with Achilles…”

In an instant, Connor’s expression changed entirely. He very clearly conveyed his confusion at your words, which in turn left you a little stunned. Had you interpreted his reaction in the wrong way?

He crossed over to you, his expression now softened and his eyes showing a slight sign of distress.

“Why would you think I don’t want you to come?” He asked softly.

“Well, you just looked so angry with Achilles…” you replied hesitantly.

“That’s because the old man is always sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong,” Connor revealed indignantly.

“Oh?” You asked, before the meaning of his words finally sunk in. “Oh! So you don’t mind if I come tonight?”

“Of course not, Y/N,” he answered gently.

Happiness and relief flooded through you at his words. It seemed that you had misinterpreted his reaction after all and you couldn’t be more grateful for the fact that Connor actually did want to spend proper time in your company.

“Should I wear something nice?” You enquired.

“I…” Connor’s face went that light shade of red again and you realised that it was a blush and not fuelled by anger, as you’d originally thought.

“I would like that…” he said eventually.

“Perfect,” you smiled at him. “So I’ll see you tonight then.”

He gave you a small smile, but it was his eyes that spoke volumes. The sheer intensity within them honestly took your breath away and in that moment you just knew. There was no denying that your feelings were mutual.

It was only the blossoming of possibility. You were both fond of each other, feeling the first stirrings of attraction and affection. The anticipation for that night hung in the air around you, but it was a pleasant feeling.

***

The dinner went well and although you mostly spoke with Achilles, there were several moments throughout the evening where you and Connor got caught in each other’s gaze.

It was late when you decided to return home and Connor offered to walk you. A content feeling of warmth spread through you at this gesture and your fondness for him only grew.

“Thank you for a lovely meal, Achilles,” you smiled at him.

“You’re very welcome, Y/N,” he replied, before turning to Connor. “Make sure she gets home safe.”

Connor merely nodded and the two of you walked out into the cool night air. Silence fell between the two of you at first, though it wasn’t awkward. You were both comfortable to simply be in the others presence.

“I…” Connor said eventually. “You look really nice tonight.”

His voice was quiet and hesitant, but you merely smiled at him. You were perfectly aware that he wasn’t the type to say such a thing lightly, so you fully appreciated his words.

“Thank you, Connor,” you replied happily. “You look very handsome yourself.”

He blushed, causing your warm smile to only grow. Before long you had reached your home, which was attached to the bakery. He stopped outside your front door, appearing unsure of how to proceed.

“Thank you for a lovely evening,” you said to him. “I really enjoyed myself and it was very kind of you to walk me home.”

“It’s nothing,” he brushed it off. “Thank you for coming… I had a nice time.”

You grinned, your feelings for him rapidly growing at every moment you spent with him like this.

“Should we do it again, sometime?” You suggested. “Maybe at my house?”

His gaze was soft and affectionate as he regarded you.

“I’d like that,” he agreed.

“Well, I should get inside,” you told him, aware of the chill in the air.

He nodded, turning to leave, but you reached out and gently took hold of his hand, preventing him from doing so. He looked at you in confusion, but you only gave him a reassuring smile.

“Good night, Connor,” you said softly, leaning up and pressing a tender, lingering kiss on his cheek.

His eyes widened at your action and it seemed for a moment that he was frozen from shock at your action. Eventually, though, he snapped out of it.

“Good night, Y/N…” he said quietly, seemingly still in a daze.

You repressed a chuckle and opened the door, stepping into the warm comfort of your house.

“Get home and into the warmth,” you advised lightly. “I’ll see you next week.”

With one last smile at him, you closed the door. Walking into your home, you were unaware of the dazed smile that spread across Connor’s face, as he left to go back to the homestead, feeling happy and content and the first stirrings of love.

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justsomewritingsandshit · 8 years ago

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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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followingthecreed-blog · 8 years ago

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Werewolf Ratonhnhaké:ton x Reader Headcanons

A/N: The gif depicts DLC Tyranny of King Washington’s Ratonhnhaké:ton but these headcanons take place during the normal events of Assassin’s Creed III. I am 100% sure that this isn’t how headcanons work but this is my first one so, here I go!

Word Count: 2,500+

Prologue: The end of the war was nowhere in sight when the Mohawk Assassin encountered you. You were living away from the bustling cities of New York and Boston, settled in the cozy cabin that had once belonged to a relative but that now was owned by you. The skies were radiant in many shades of red as the sun began to set and Connor stood, in the forest staring in awe at you even though he knew he should not be, enraptured in the beauty that was you.

He had lost so many things in his life that he had resigned ever finding his soulmate. This mentality had hardened his heart yet he knew that it would protect him from ever feeling the pain of losing or never finding that special person made especially for him to love.

He had really given thought to never making contact with you. To let you live your life away from him and the dangers he could bring to you. Not only was his work as an assassin very demanding but there was a war waging on around them that first needed to finish before he could be able to focus on even gaining your affections. It wasn’t until Kanen'tó:kon offered his friend some much needed wise words did it made Connor stop fighting his instinct that made him want to be at your side: “Each day that passes is a day you’ll never get back, Ratonhnhaké:ton. We both know the value each day holds and letting them pass by may be what you most regret should anything happen.”

It was then that Connor realized that he had already lost too much and he truly did not want to lose you.

- The first time that you had met the handsome native man was when a travelling merchant friend of yours chose to set up camp on the road nearest to your cabin. It was almost a tradition for the merchant to stop and bring the best goods from the cities to you and for you to meet him in that exact spot a few times a month. You had gone to trade and buy some necessities and was in the middle of the transaction when the massive native wearing white robes appeared wishing to sell some furs for coin.

- Never had you ever seen anyone more graceful and beautiful; this interest went both ways as the merchant, who seemed to be acquaintances with both of you, happily conducted business as the two of you told glances at one another.

- He was on your mind as you returned home that night and remained in your thoughts for the days to come.

- You had sketched the markings he had on his face in one of the many small notebooks you used to house your art. You chided yourself for giving a man you did not even know and most likely would never see again so much time…and you also chided yourself for not being able to capture his impressiveness. You did only have short little glances though.

- In the nights of a full moon the song of the wolves would travel with the wind and in through the windows of your cabin. It was always a worry for you, how close the wolves always seemed to be. You had seen a pack run through the forests once and even made eye contact with the one who was the biggest; frightening so! Even from a distance there was something hypnotizing and, strangely enough, reassuring about its glowing blue eyes.

- Connor spent his time insuring your safety in the short lapses of time when he was not on an errand or a mission. The land you lived on was highly protected by his pack who warded off any predators or attackers, human and not, who drew to close to you for his liking.

- Connor got into the routine of going to the travelling merchant instead of the general stores in the cities only because he could see you there. The merchant may not have as much coin as the men in the city could offer but that was a small price to pay because seeing you, even though it was short, was priceless.

- You had spoken to him the fifth time you had seen him. Connor had heard your breathing change, a breath taken in to signify the beginning of speech, but still he was caught off guard to hear the soft melody of your voice ask him; “What’s your name?”

- You had slightly surprised yourself when you asked him and whatever confidence you had felt quickly melted when he turned his body to face you, when his eyes meant yours. Your heart immediately started to dance within your chest, wildly trying to reach out to him; the man who politely held his hands in front of him, whose large brown eyes excitedly waited to hear your voice again, and whose expression expertly hid the nervousness he felt.

- “My name is Connor.”

- “Connor,” you tried, enjoying the way his name rolled off your tongue, entertaining the fact that you knew this was not his real name but using it as it was the one he gave you. “I thought I’d introduce myself, seeing as you frequent this spot as much as I do. I’m (Y/N). (Y/N) (L/N).”

- Over the next few months, the two of you had become great friends. There was not many people to have conversation with where you lived so you appreciated his presence. You had never felt fear around him and he showed you that you had made the right choice in trusting him with each day that passed.

- His attentions grew during the winter months. He made sure that everyone in the homestead had enough food, water, and fire wood to keep them going every day, not just in the winter, so you could imagine how much he worried about you.

- He forgot to take care of himself sometimes. Being as busy as he was, he sometimes chose to skip a meal in order to weaken the Templar hold on the colonies and you knew this (well, not necessarily exactly this; you did not have the complete knowledge of Connor’s work, creed, and even what he really was) so you made it your job to always make enough food to feed your dear friend.

- The affections between the two of you only continued to grow though no one would admit anything until, of course, the two of you could not hide it anymore. It was the following spring when your hearts could not take being teased any longer, having been so close yet so far.

- It was the following spring that brought along confessions and kisses.

After the Confessions:

- Ratonhnhaké:ton felt liberated by finally being able to tell you exactly how much he adored you and exactly how much he craved being able to hold you in his arms. He wanted to tell you everything at that moment; to reveal his identity as an assassin, to tell you of his true nature but he rationalized that it was too early and that it was too much. He had you. He was patient. Soon, he would be able to tell you everything about himself but he decided not to do it now.

- You enjoyed sitting beside the fire and gazing up at the stars your father had once loved so much with Connor sitting near you.

- You had been extremely interested in his heritage; shyly asking questions that warmed Connor’s heart and which he gladly answered. He even told you the stories the stars held within his people and he will admit that he has smiled at the attentive look you always had when he spoke.

- Connor was a quick learner, given that something interests him and nothing interested more than you. He clever began to learn many things about you. What you preferred to eat, what fruits you enjoyed, what vegetables you did not like, what colors you thought were pretty, what flowers you loved, what he needed to say or do to make you laugh, everything. He wanted to make you happy.

- Wolves often accompanied werewolves; they looked up to their bigger counterparts and enjoyed being their aid whenever they could. A small pup, one that was particularly curious and enjoyed following Connor around, stumbled her way to the steps of your cabin and with her tiny voice called out to the man that watched you lively converse with him inside your living room. He had tensed slightly, instinctively wanting to check on the little one that waited for him but not wanting to do something that you would deem strange.

- You had reacted almost immediately, though, quickly rushing to the little one’s aid. Connor watched as you slowly approached the small grey pup, not wanting to scare her away, and extended a hand for her to sniff. The pup didn’t need much convincing, deeming everything to be safe with Connor around, and quickly wiggled around your feet until you sat down and allowed her to climb onto your lap.

- The entire timey your heart was melting as this had never happened to you and the pup was so extremely adorable.

- “Connor, look! Oh my goodness, she’s so small! Her little paws and tail! I have never seen anything so adorable! Oh, look! Be careful, little one! Oh, she’s just so cute!”

- Connor once again smiled.

- Connor never showed up empty handed. He always brought flowers with him or food or a small trinket he wanted you to have.

- You had been reading in your bed by candlelight when you looked out of your window and saw the blue eyed wolf again. Being larger than any wolf that you had ever seen, you held your breath as you watched the beast near your cabin and it was only after the initial shock of seeing it so close that you noticed it was injured. Severely. It limped closer to your home until it couldn’t walk anymore and fell to his side just a few feet away from the steps to your home and you quickly got up letting your instinct to help takeover even though you knew that this was a very dangerous situation. The people that lived around these parts knew of this wolf, knew it was the apex predator of the forest and they were fearful of it as it could never be hunted or killed.

- But something didn’t let this stop you. You needed to help it. Something in your heart commanded it.

- You mended his wounds to the best of your ability as you tried to ignore the size of the wolf. It could easily reach your shoulder in height if it had been standing. You timidly reached your hand out and gently pet the side of its face, trying to sooth it so that it didn’t feel the pain that you were sure he was suffering through. He had been so quiet the entire time, closing his eyes tightly, not whimpering. He seemed grateful for your help as he leaned into your touch and let out a loud breath. You felt such a strong need to protect him but you also felt hopeless; you were no medic and though you had tried your best you feared it wasn’t enough.

- “It’ll be alright. I know someone who will be able to help you better than I. Connor will arrive in the morning but until then, I will stay with you. I promise.”

- Connor did not arrive in the morning, nor the next. You took care of the wolf as much as you could of until you went inside to get something to feed him and when you went outside, he was gone. The wound had only gotten slightly better so you knew it must have been difficult for him to leave but you understood the wolf’s independence and though your heart was sad you wished him well.

- Connor should have, perhaps, gone elsewhere but in his moment of pain he had made his way to you. He had not been as careful as he needed to be, having been distracted by Stephane (as the French-canadian man needed his help), and ended up taking the injuries meant for his friend. He knew he would heal quicker in his wolf form so he left for the woods after his enemies were vanquished and blindly went straight to you.

- He had been injured by silver which meant that his wounds would take longer than normal to heal but once he deemed himself better he went to visit you. You had been worried sick and quickly asked him many questions, which he answered, until you were satisfied enough.

- “I was so worried that something happened to you, Connor, I could barely sleep.”

- “Forgive me. I did not mean to worry you.”

- Connor was so touched. He had friends, he had his people, he had many who loved him but having you worry for him and care for him as you had (though you had not known) warmed him. He had not realized how deprived he was of affection until he met you and like a small pup he craved it.

- “Connor, you’re bleeding!”

- He had offered to help collect more fire wood as he noticed you were reaching a short supply and the movement and excursion caused his wound to be opened. It was annoying, having it heal so slowly because it had been silver.

- You suggested that he take off his shirt as you rushed to get the limited medical supplies you had and when you returned you turned red at the sight of him shirtless. He noticed, of course, and couldn’t keep the smirk from his lips as you blushed a lovely rosy shade.

- It was half way through cleaning the wound gently with a rag that you noticed that these wounds were familiar. The clean cuts, their placements, and other characteristics got you thinking of the wolf that you had taken care of. The thought of the connection you had made caused you to giggle because of how ridiculously it was.

- Connor. A wolf. Ha!

- “You are amused.”

- Connor was blunt in his speech which you thought to be an endearing trait as he sometimes said things like “You are very beautiful.” And others like “My boot is wet. It had rained.”

- “I am but not because you are injured. I don’t want you to think that. I would much prefer it if you did not have these ailments but a few days ago I had an encounter with an injured wolf who had similar cuts. Then I began to think if you had been that wolf and that is where I found humor. Not in your injuries, for I wish you would never ever have to feel pain, Connor. But in the thought that you could have been that wolf.”

- “I was that wolf.”

- See? His straight forward answers were sometimes comical.

- Until you remember that Connor was not one to lie.

- “Excuse me?”

- “I was that wolf. I was injured in battle as I tried to protect my comrade. I came here because I felt safe here.”

- You had become frozen, hand on his shoulder gripping onto the rag but careful not to apply any pressure to the bleeding wound.

- “…That is not possible.”

- And so he went on to explain how it was, indeed, possible.

- “You…You’re a w-werewolf?”

- “Yes.”

- “…you were guided here by my scent?”

- “Yes.”

- “I have a scent?”

- “Yes.”

- “…so that wolf and the ones that are always with it…that’s you?”

- “Yes.”

- “And the other wolves are…people too? From your tribe?”

- “Some of them, yes.”

- “…Are there other…um…beings, such as you? That aren’t necessarily werewolves but perhaps other things like-“

- “Vampires?”

- “Yes…”

- “Yes. You’ve met one.”

- “I’ve what?”

- “Lafayette. He is one.”

- Processing that information had not be easy. At all. Connor could see how pale you had become at the knowledge that a world much larger than you could ever imagined coexisted with yours. He reached out to you and you did not flinch or move away because you had never felt fear in the presence of Connor and him being a werewolf, though it was startling and surprising, doesn’t change that fact that he would never hurt you.

- You knew well that Connor would never harm you and though you didn’t fully understand what was happening or how it was happening, you knew that with Connor’s patience and guidance you would one day understand. You were cautious of everything now and you had proven to be stronger than what you thought when you didn’t faint at such a big revelation (you couldn’t faint, Connor’s wound still needed to be treated).

- It took months for you to understand the supernatural creatures for what they were and not for how books had portrayed them. Even then, it was a lifetime of information that he was condensing into little bits and pieces.

- And that is not mentioning the moment where Stephane revealed his identity as a Master Assassin. That, though, is a tale for another time.

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talesoftheassassins · 9 years ago

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Jealousy’s for the Weak

Connor x Reader

Request: Anonymous- EXTREMELY jealous Connor X Reader? If that's possible?

Words: 1999

A/N: Ah, I think I messed it up with the ‘EXTREMELY jealous’ part. I’m sorry, sweet anon! I tried!

Now this wasn’t too bad, you thought, your hand wrapped elegantly around a glass of pale wine. The hard push of the corset wrapped tightly around your middle wasn’t nearly as distracting now that you’d had a few glasses. Your cheeks were flushed with color, the warm glow of candles causing it to look natural in the ambience of the ball room.

“Mon Amie.” A silky voice sounded from behind you, his voice lilting like the soft music of a harp. “I have gotten what we need, fille chérie.”

You nodded, a small bob of your head, attempting to turn towards him. The unfamiliar materials of the dress made it quite difficult, your lips pursing at the effort.

“Perhaps a dance before we go?” He offered, a sweet smile on his pink lips.

Two golden orbs bore into you, a soft brush of hand as he guided you out towards the dance floor. Even on a good day you weren’t the greatest of dancers, but the firm press of his hand had you following his moves with near perfection. Despite the attractive man in front of you, holding you close and speaking sweetly into your ear, you didn’t feel satisfied. You wanted someone else. But, alas, you should at least enjoy this moment. It wasn’t often you found yourself in the arms of someone so easy on the eyes and nice as Olivier.

“Something troubles you, cher.” He noted, one foot moving forward as yours moved back, the dance flowing naturally from his limbs to yours.

“Nothing important.” You muttered, your thoughts on a certain Native Assassin.

No matter how many men you met, none of them intrigued you quite like Connor. To be quite truthful, he was the one you were wishing to be in the arms of at this very moment. Instead, you were with Olivier, the French Assassin sent to survey the improvements made upon the Colonial Brotherhood. Olivier had been friendly with you since the moment you met, and you’d never been anything but professional back, at least until now. You just needed a moment to escape the suffocating reality that you might never get the chance to be with Connor.

“If it was not important,” Olivier began, his arm bent up to press his palm against your own, your bodies dancing around one another, “You would not look so upset by it.”

“We should go,” you murmured, eyes downcast so they wouldn’t look into the gentle probing of Olivier’s flaxen orbs.

“Of course,” he said, ever the gentleman as he bowed low before you, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of your hand.

It was unsettling to be so emotionally bare, your years of training kicking in to bring back a semblance of professional stoicism. Weren’t you supposed to be detached, callous, cold even, if you were to efficiently fulfill your duties? You’d certainly been taught so. But you were still human, you still had feelings, emotions, desires. Not even copious amounts of training and a lifetime of hardships could take that from you.

The first gust of cold, autumn air kissed along the heated skin of your cheek, pulling you back down to the present. Olivier had an arm laced through your own, clearly respecting your boundaries. It brought a smile to your face, one that you hid behind your hand, your fingers pressing against your chin in thought. You’d be back with Connor soon. No sooner had you finished your thought when the man in question appeared before you, light cloth shadowing the majority of his face, muscles tensed beneath robes, and lips pressed together tightly. The smell of fresh pine and home came with his mysterious figure, his head moving down slightly in acknowledgment of the two of you.

“The letter?” His voice was low, almost forced. Despite the neutral expression on Connor’s features, you knew him well enough to know that something wasn’t right.

“Is here, frère.” Olivier replied, discreetly lifting a folded piece of parchment with elegant writing scrawled across the top.

“You took a while.” Connor noted, snatching the letter from Olivier’s hands rather roughly and turning his back on the two of you. He was walking away from you both swiftly, his legs working in long strides.

“My apologies,” Olivier smiled sheepishly, a hand rubbing the back of his neck. “I may have persuaded the lady for a dance.”

Connor’s footing momentarily stopped, the disturbance nearly causing him to trip over his own feet. The muscles in his back were pulled tight against the white fabric of his robes, his deep brown eyes sneaking a glance back at the two of you.

“On a mission?” His tone was almost hostile, something you rarely heard from the man outside of combat. He was usually softer spoken and kind. Something was wrong.

“Olivier,” you said sweetly, looking to him under your lashes. His attention snapped to you, cordially nodding. “Would you be so kind to allow me to speak with Connor alone?”

The golden eyes of Olivier flickered to Connor then back to you, his hand over his heart as he bowed lowly before you.

“Whatever the lady wishes.”

He was the very definition of charm, a small smile and a courteous wave being sent in your direction before he walked off, his spine straight and his arms crossed behind his back. You released a breath, turning on your other companion. His eyes had already been on you, an indiscernible look in his eyes that screamed hostility.

“Okay, Ratonhnhaké:ton,” you put extra emphasis on his name, drawing out each syllable, “What’s wrong with you?”

He feigned innocence, furrowing his brows and turning his back on you. Oh no, he wasn’t about to get away with that.

“Connor,” you bit out, gripping onto his shoulder and tugging him back roughly. It didn’t cause the man to actually move much, but it did get your anger across. And you were angry.

“I am busy.” He stated, waving the letter in the air like a flag.

Of course he’d try to brush off whatever he’s feeling with work. But he couldn’t hide the clench of his jaw or the tenseness of his muscles. He was bothered by something and whatever it was, he didn’t want you to know.

“Like hell you are,” you growled, ripping the letter from his hand.

He didn’t even bother trying to get it back, instead settling a glare on you. The cool air breezed past the two of you, doing nothing to dull the anger bubbling just beneath the surface.

“Give it back.” His voice was low, barely audible above the rustling of leave and the scraping of branches.

“No.” You challenged, the paper wrinkling under your tight grip. “You’re telling me what’s wrong one way or another.”

The predatory look in his eye would make any man cower, but you simply glared back. His intimidating stature was spurring on your annoyance, your chin tipping up and your back straightening. The crisp wind was biting against your cheeks, your nails pressing into your palm.

“(Y/N)...”

It was a warning, nothing more and nothing less. Danger and power crackled around his ominous figure, the moon and stars working in tandem to outline his features. His eyes, an abyss of darkness, stared into your soul, baring everything you were to him.

“Ratonhnhaké:ton.”

You tried to keep your voice steady, to keep your eyes level, but you couldn’t. You couldn’t because beneath his anger, beneath his unwavering rage, there was sadness, there was a feeling of loss. It didn’t make sense why, but whatever it was, it hurt you. He’d never looked this broken before, and the thought alone made your heart squeeze painfully and your eyes burn with unshed tears.

“You wish to know why I am angry?” He nearly sneered, his eyes narrowed and his muscles tight.

All you could manage was a simple nod, your eyes on his leather boots as he stepped closer, each press of boot to the ground filled with confidence. He didn’t stop until he was directly in front of you, the smell of pine and fresh rain washing over you, his chest bobbing up and down with each heavy breath he took. The tension in his mind was palpable, looming over the two of you like a storm cloud.

“Y-”

Your words were caught in your throat at the feel of Connor’s calloused hands roughly grabbing your cheeks, his lips pressed bruisingly against your own. You startled, something between a moan and a squeak bubbling from your lungs. It didn’t deter him in the least, his smooth lips caressing your own, bringing a taste of mint and tea and home and desperation and love and you were lost. You’d wanted this for so long, needed it for so long, and here he was, kissing you.

The realization was enough to make you wrap your arms around his neck, your lips tentatively moving against his. You tried to lead, but he denied you, clearly needing this as much as you did. It was awkward, his actions unsure and exploratory, clear signs of his inexperience. Despite his earlier roughness, he was being gentle, holding you to his chest with near reverence. It was enough to startle you out of whatever haze had fallen over your mind, your hands moving to his shoulders so you could ease him back.

He didn’t give so easily, his hands desperately wrapping around your hips, his lips chasing yours as you pulled away.

“Connor.”

A grunt was all you got in reply, his tanned cheeks burning cherry red. Stiffly, he pulled his hands away, your body feeling as cold as ice without his warm touch.

“I am sorry.”

His head dropped, one large hand rubbing the back of his neck. He was grasping for words, unsure of what to say. You were shocked yourself, not entirely positive on what had happened. He’d been angry, mixed with a hint of sadness, and then he kissed you. Now he just looks awkward. Unless… You looked to him, chewing on your lip in thought. He was almost appalled by his actions, the taste of him still on your tongue.

“You’re jealous.” You breathed in realization, jaw dropped in surprise.

Connor was jealous. Connor, the same man that had brought you meats and breads every Tuesday, that was always sure to keep your wood supply stocked, that purposely lost fights with you because he was afraid of hurting you, was jealous.

“I-I, no, I was only,” he stuttered, backing away like a caged animal, wild eyes darting anywhere that wasn’t you.

“It’s okay, Ratonhnhaké:ton,” you said softly, reaching an open palm out to him. “There’s nothing to be jealous of.”

“I was not-” An undignified groan left his full lips, his hands fiddling with each other. “He is… him,” he finished lamely, eyes stubbornly trained on the ground. You could practically hear his thoughts over the gossip of the distant crowds, their words lost in the wind. “And I am… me.”

A small part of your heart cracked at his unsurity, your mind quick to reassure him.

“And I love that.” You said, taking two steps at a time to catch up to him. He offered no resistance as you pulled him into your arms, having to stand on the ends of your feet just to reach around his neck. “I love you.”

His heart was beating wildly beneath your head, a small smile tugging at his lips. His eyes lit up like the sun on a warm summer day, his face brightening at your words.

“Konnorónhkwa.” His voice was breathy, nearing awed, like he couldn’t quite believe you returned his affections.

“Besides,” you drawled, smiling mischievously up to him. He met your smile with curious eyes, his hair brushing against his cheek at the movement. “I’m pretty sure you’d win him in a fight if it came down to it.”

Your combined laughter echoed into the night.

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daughterofthequeen · 7 months ago

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We got a tie you guys between Dad!Connor and College!Connor(I added the other two because they were pretty close to being winners till the last minute 😂 and btw the dad!Connor is platonic)

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daughterofthequeen · 8 months ago

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Ok, I know I keep changing the polls, but I’m going to scrap the hybrid au idea for Connor Kenway. I just don’t know how I feel about that au combined with him. That being said here are the new options. . .

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daughterofthequeen · 2 years ago

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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.

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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.

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night-eagle-flight · 3 years ago

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Corruption (TOKW AU)

Connor is corrupted by power so he is not his usual sweet self in this one-shot!!

“(Y/N)?” Ratonhnhaké:ton looked at you in disbelief as he sat on the throne, “I thought you were dead. Washington, I saw him-” He closed his eyes but opened them with a smile as he stood, “But you are here.”

After defeating Washington he had taken over the throne but the Ratonhnhaké:ton you knew would never have committed the atrocities that you had seen. Any who defied him would be severely punished. You were thrown off when you heard the relief in his voice but you had to confront him on all this.

Yet as he placed his hand on your cheek, you could only remember the good times before all this mess. You took notice how Ratonhnhaké:ton kept the Apple a fair distance from you as his hand slowly made it’s way to the back of your neck to pull you in for a kiss. Your eyes welled up as you yelled,

“Please snap out of it Ratonhnhaké:ton!!! This is not you!!! The Apple is clearly messing with your mind! You never wanted to rule people! You wanted to liberate them!!”

Ratonhnhaké:ton looked at your eyes, a look of pity appeared on his features as he calmly spoke,

“No. I know what the people need.” Ratonhnhaké:ton moved his hand so his knuckles were under your chin, his face inches apart from yours, “I know that I will be a better ruler than Washington or any other colonist that may try to take this Apple. I am capable of shouldering its burden.”

You shook your head, “Ratonhnhaké:ton... I heard about you drinking the tea... how you gained abilities, how you called Kanen'tó:kon foolish for attacking Washington and how you didn’t even seem phased by his death!” your eyes looked at him desperately, “Can’t you see that you’ve become power hungry!? Can’t you see that you’ve changed!? Can’t you see that you are not the man I once...” you choked up as you mentally finished your sentence, “loved.”

You heard a growl behind you and when you pulled away to face the sound you saw three white wolves bearing their teeth at you.

“Ratonhnhaké:ton?” You couldn’t believe this.

He hugged you from behind ensuring your arms were pinned down, “My love, I promise you I know what is best.” He kissed the top of your head and backed up allowing his wolves to surround you. You tried to move but you were met with the wolves trying to bite you unless you stood still.

You looked at Ratonhnhaké:ton and saw how his blue eyes glowed in contrast to the blacks of his eyes. He held the apple up and it began to glow, a frown appearing on his face, “I promise this will not hurt. It will be quick.”

“Ratonhnhaké:ton!!!”

But you felt the surge of the apple before you could say anything else.

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“Ratonhnhaké:ton!!!”

You yelled out as you awoke from your dream. You were hyperventilating but you were quickly being comforted by your lover.

“It is alright.” Ratonhnhaké:ton said soothingly as he hugged you and rubbed your back, “I am here.”

Your unshed tears spilled and you furiously wiped them away, “A dream... It was... just a nightmare?” You looked at Ratonhnhaké:ton and his eyes were no longer blue. Instead, his warm brown eyes were looking at you with a worried expression.

“I will be back.” Ratonhnhaké:ton got up to get you some water, which you gratefully accepted.

“Do you wish to talk about it?” He asked.

“No...” You said, “It was only a nightmare... Sorry for waking you.”

Ratonhnhaké:ton smiled and softly kissed your lips, “Let’s get back to bed. I will be here when you wake up.”

You nodded and cuddled against him as you both lied down on the bed. Soon, you were fast asleep in his arms. Ratonhnhaké:ton smiled as one hand reached under his pillow and grabbed the Apple. It began to glow and cast a light on you,

“This is for the best (Y/N).” Ratonhnhaké:ton whispered, “When the time comes, you will rule with me.” The light slowly began to fade, “For now, you will see me as you saw me before and over time, you will accept the world I will make.”

He placed one more kiss on the top of your head and hid the Apple before once again falling asleep.

#connor kenway x reader #ratonhnhaké:tonxreader #reader insert #assassinxreader #ratonhnhaketon x reader #slight yandere

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night-eagle-flight · 3 years ago

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Silent Pain

Reader Request

So this request was that S/O notices that Connor dissappears during a time of gathering and shes curious to where he goes. This story is a hurt/comfort.

Connor knew what was coming soon. It pretty much became a tradition amongst the homesteaders every year and every year he did his best to smile and act cheery amongst everyone. But after the 2nd year he began to dissapear who knows where before the celebration. He would always tell you not to worry and that he would be back in time.

This year was no exception as he made his way through the homestead towards the frontier. He noticed a few of the homesteaders talking in a group, but before he could walk the other way, he was being called over.

“I can handle the meat.” Said Myriam.

“We can use the bar in the inn to get together.” Said Oliver and Corrine.

“Connor and I will be sure to bring empty bellies!” Said Norris as he placed a hand on Connor’s shoulder and laughed.

It was good to see the Homesteaders so cheerful but Connor just wasn’t feeling it at the moment.

“Please excuse me.” Was all Connor said as he bowed his head and walked off.

“Norris!!! You know he doesn’t like being touched!!!” yelled Myriam.

“Sorry Connor!!!” Yelled Norris.

Connor raised his hand to wave him off and kept walking without turning back. This year however, you were determined to find out where he goes off to before the celebration of Evacuation Day. You hadn’t noticed it the first year, but after getting to know him after both of you got together, you noticed how his smile felt a bit forced. You stayed as far as you could as you followed him through the path and avoided stepping on anything that could alert him that you were following.

He got on a horse that was left at the entry of the frontier and you waited until he was far enough to get on your horse and follow behind. You didn’t notice anything unusual and as you rode behind him you realized the path he was taking. Your heart sank a bit as you fell back a bit to avoid being seen.

Connor arrived at the top of a hill surrounded by rock and left his horse behind as he began to walk down the path that once led to the entrance of his village. Some of the trees had been cut down and small houses were built near the lake. He noticed that the shrubs that were once used to play hide and seek had dissappeared and a carving he had made on a large rock had been destroyed.

Connor climbed a tree and sat down on the branch as he remembered how he taught Kanen'tó:kon how to tree run and hunt. How his mom would scold him when he came back with mud all over his clothes but then remembered her smile as he told her what he had seen while playing with the other children. He remembered how he was taught how to tree run by his mom and how he fell off a few times being left with a sore feeling across his body. He remembered their celebrations, harvests, dances, and the kindness of his people.

His lip began to quiver as a tear had begun to fall down his cheek. His village was no longer there. It was forced out only to be replaced with settlers that seemed to have no care on how the land was treated.

“OI!!! GET OUT OF HERE!!!” a settler yelled, “THIS IS OUR LAND!!!”

Connor stood and ran when he saw the man stuffing gun powder in a rifle. By the time the man had his gun prepped, Connor was gone from sight. He had sat down by a tree at the entrance where he left his horse and covered his face with his hands.

“How did this happen.” He whispered, “Why did this happen.”

His tears finally ran freely as his pain pushed through. He tensed when he heard soft foot steps on the grass.

“Connor?”

Your voice reached his ears and he looked to you as you sat on your knees in front of him. Your hands gently cupped his face as you wiped his tears. He pulled you into a hug and the flood gates released. You remained silent as you rubbed his back and ran your fingers through his hair.

“This was the day I found out my people had left.” Connor whispered, “I was supposed to protect them. The colonists were supposed to leave them be. But I failed.”

You felt your eyes prickle at what he said, “No Connor. You didn’t fail. You did what you believed would help your people.” you leaned back to look him in the eyes, “It is the fault of the colonists who failed to keep their promises to you. So please. Never say this is your fault.” you kissed his forehead and leaned yours against it, “You did not fail, the colonists failed you.”

Connor took a deep breath to calm down a bit.

“I’m so sorry Connor.” You whispered.

He held you close.

“Connor? Do you want to skip the celebration?” You asked.

“But the Homestead-”

You interrupted him while shaking your head, “We do celebrate that the British have gone but you are still in pain after all this time. I don’t want to celebrate or force you to celebrate something that makes you feel this way. I know you care about the homesteaders but we care about you too and I know they’ll understand if you don’t want to celebrate.” you paused for a second but then said, “and If it is ok with you, I wish to stay with you so you don’t have to be here alone.”

“Thank you (Y/N).” Connor said a small smile appearing in his face as a tear fell down his cheek, “Can I ask a favor of you?”

“Anything.” You said.

“Can you call me by my real name?” He asked.

You nodded as you listened closely, “What is your real name?”

“Ratonhnhaké:ton.“

“Ratonhnhaké:ton.” You said and his smile widened. Hearing his true name reminded him of who he was and those who would call him this in his village. He held you close as peace and quiet slowly settled around both of you.

*Evacuation Day: March 17, 1776 was the day the British left Boston. On November 25, 1783 was the day the last British troops left New York after the revolution.

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night-eagle-flight · 4 years ago

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Longing

This One-Shot was requested by one of my followers and I just wanted to say Thank you so much everyone for reading these One-Shots!! Hope you all enjoy!!! Also thank you for leaving comments!!!

Request: Touch Deprived Reader x Connor Kenway

“I’ll be back in two weeks.” Connor said as he strapped his belts.

“Please be safe.” You said. Sure you knew he didn’t have that luxury, but you always hoped he would one day just say ok.

Connor turned and smiled, “You know I will always do my best to come back to you.” He walked towards you and placed his finger under your chin, “I do have someone I cherish waiting for me.”

You smiled and kissed him before you said your goodbyes.

This happened two months ago.

When Connor didn’t arrive on the projected day, you didn’t worry. You knew he sometimes got caught up with assassin business and came a few days later. When another week past your worry had grown but a letter arrived from a carrier. You immediately opened it as you recognized the hand writing.

“My Dearest love,

I hope this letter finds you in good health and in better spirits. I am sorry for not arriving at the promised date but things have become complicated in the area I reside. I can not say what is going on but I only hope the Homestead has not been plagued with any issues that have been happening in nearby areas.

I am not sure when I shall arrive home but know you are in my thoughts when I fight. I fight for the freedom of my people, the freedom of the colonists, the freedom of the homestead, and a better future for both you and me.

Please stay safe. Avoid leaving the Homestead if you can.

I love you dearly and am eager for the day I see you again.

With love,

Ratonhnhaketon”

Everyday you would reread the letter to ease your nerves but lately a bit of depression had begun to sink in.

“I should take a bath...” You mumbled.

After heating the bath you settled in and stayed there for as long as the water stayed warm. There was some comfort to the warmth of the water. It allowed you to relax and forget that you were the only one in the house.

As day became night you got ready for bed. When you sat down you looked around the room and observed every detail of every tapestry Connor had hung on his walls. You didn’t realize that you had begun to hug yourself as you stood up and walked around the room. Your hand then laid on your cheek as you imagined Connor hanging each one.

“Please come back soon.” You said aloud, “I miss you so much.” You went to bed got underneath the covers, pulling Connor’s pillow to receive some sort of mental image of him as you took in the musky smell that remained. “I need you.” Was the last thing you said as you went to sleep.

The following morning you woke up in a worse mood. Any small thing that went wrong had agitated you. You burned your breakfast this morning because you got distracted, when you went to clean the stables your foot got stuck in the bucket and your nearly twisted it to get it out, but what got to you the most was that the letter carrier didn’t have a thing for you again.

You sat on a rock outside the house overlooking the bay. Your thoughts wandered as you counted the days Connor had been gone. You hugged yourself once more trying find some way to comfort yourself from the loneliness that had taken you.

“What has you so down my love?”

You stood up quickly when you heard the voice and you started to tear up when you saw him, “Connor!”

You rushed into him causing you both to fall on the grass. Connor chuckled as he ran his hand through your hair, while his other hand snuck under your shirt to rub your back.

“Where were you?” You asked softly, nearly sobbing when you felt his finger tips rub soft circles on your back.

“There was a small battle near the Frontier. I needed to be sure that the paths that lead to my people and the homestead stayed safe. Soon after I was called upon a mission that took me far from home.” He slowly got up to a sitting position keeping your thighs to his sides. ”But I am finally home.”

He pulled your head down and his chapped lips connected with your softer ones. His hands moved to your sides rubbing up and down making your body shiver both at the contact and the cold breeze.

Slowly he began to stand with you without breaking apart the kiss. Both of you moving your lips in a synchronized motion. You felt Connor move a hand up behind your neck causing your skin to goose bump a bit while the other hand moved to the small of your back. In one quick motion he embraced you closer and pressed his tongue to meet yours.

Once air became a problem, Connor pulled back slowly while tenderly biting your lip. His touches, his kisses, every small action he made, made your loneliness, your anger, and your depression melt away.

Both of you stared at each other lovingly as Connor wiped your tears with his thumbs. The pads of his fingers slowly caressing your face.

“Thank you for coming back.” You whispered as both of you leaned in for another kiss.

#connor kenway x reader #connorkenwayxreader #ratonhnhaketon x reader #reader insert

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