Altair X Reader - Midnight RomanceMidnight RomanceMore Like This
Your hands are tough, but they're where mine belong"
You groaned and stretched, your body soar from bruises and nonstop, tough training. Everything ached. Everything. You rolled your neck a few times and rolled your shoulders, trying to ease yourself of this discomfort. You groaned in annoyance as your attempts to relieve yourself failed and you plopped down onto a large pile of pillows. You sighed and dropped your head back, only to raise your eyebrows in wonder. From your upside down vision you saw Altair on the set of pillows behind you, completely passed out, his face exhaustion itself.
That's when you got the great idea to scare awake the sleeping Assassin. There was a saying that said let sleeping dogs lie, but not one about Assassins. Once he was finished giving you a scolding look, you'd propose an idea to him. You slowly moved over to him, trying to be as silent as possible so he wouldn't wake. Just as you were about to shout loudly, his eyes w
The Assassin's Lullaby - Altair x Sick!Reader Altair's dark eyes were glued to your form as you lay absolutely still in bed. The Assassin chewed his lower lip nervously as he paced back and forth across the room, his eyes not leaving you for a second. He could infiltrate any stronghold, slip past any trap or guard post. He could escape from anyone and there wasn't a soul in the land that could survive him, if he so chose to end that someone's life. He could strike from anywhere and everywhere, and his attacks landed without fail. He was a highly trained killer, blessed with skills that seemed almost superhuman.More Like This
However, for all Altair's abilities, he could not figure out a way to make you, his beloved wife, get better. You had fallen ill a few days ago, and Altair had never been so worried in all of his life.
He walked silently back to your side and crouched down beside you, lightly touching the back of his hand to your cheek in an almost clumsy ma
Reader x Connor Kenway -- Sicknessreader x connorMore Like This
The sky was lightly peppered with white, puffy clouds; the sun's rays beaming down on the open plains. Animals were frolicking about while the trees and plants were swaying in the wind. A woman sat on the top of a high cliff, leaning back on the palms of her hands, watching the river in the canyon down below. It quickly snaked down the dusty waterbed. It quietly babbled and splashed as it moved. Yes, this was something she loved to do quite often. Her locks swayed ever so lightly in the breeze while bright eyes glistened in the sun, a warm smile appearing upon her lips.
"The end." A warm voice whispered, gently extending an arm out to lay across your stomach. His fingers wrapped underneath your side, pulling you in closer to his chest. "That was a story my mother used to tell me as a child. Visualizing everything she told me, relaxed me enough send me to sleep."
A light laugh came from your lips, taking his invitation to snuggle up into him. "Thank you, Connor.
Connor X Reader - Part ThreePart Three: Winter WindsMore Like This
And my head told my heart "Let love grow", but my heart told my head "This time no".
It was at least a week since you last saw Connor, which you expected. You simply went through the motions at your shop. Though when Connor had worked with you, it had made you realize how much easier life would be if you had someone to help you with work. In order to be able to actually hire someone you had to raise the price of your services, mainly on those who could afford the price raise. Those who didn't have enough money to pay, you kept the prices the same low price. For even the occasional few who couldn't even afford to pay, you let them get the clothing they needed for free. Once you had enough money (which you did in a few days), you hired a woman, Lillian. She was as old as you, possible a few years older. But what was most important was that she was a hard worker and knew what she was doing (better than Connor indeed).
You alternated breaks and help
Stitches (Reader x Connor)It was always like this. Weeks even months he would be gone and then he would return with rips in his cloak, blood stains in his shirt and more cuts, bruises and gashes on his person than you could count. Connor would allow you to repair and clean his clothes but he would often try to insist that he was fine with a stern face, masking any pain that his injuries were causing him. You always insisted that he let you tend to them.More Like This
Today was no different. He hobbles into the house, clutching his side, his clothes torn and bloodstained. You drop the pile of clothes you had been carrying and rush over to him. It was unusual for Connor to show visible signs of pain since he always tried to hide his injuries behind a mask of indifference and apathy. If he was limping then his injuries were serious.
“Connor!” You exclaimed, “Good heavens did you decide to tackle a cannonball?”
His mouth twitched for a moment and then you gaped.
Pronunciation - Connor Kenway x ReaderYou’d been living on the Homestead for nearly a year and you had to admit, it was better than anything you’d ever dreamed of. The small community was enough to create a real atmosphere and a sense of togetherness, and with your job working as a barmaid in the tavern it allowed you to get to know the locals as soon as they arrived. You only ended up in the Homestead after being kicked from your job as a barmaid and home in the middle of New York; it was pure luck that Connor had been passing by when he saw your bags being thrown from the tavern window by your mother because you refused to marry a man you didn’t love, followed by him hearing all the foul language come from your mothers lips about you being an ungrateful whore and a spoilt child. You were surprised that he actually helped you when he heard the language that spilled from your lips, to this day, the situation made you cringe whenever you thought back to it.More Like This
“I always knew you’d be an ungrate