Assassins Creed One Shots

Silence: Connor 1

You were with Connor in his bedroom just chilling. Well... Not really. He was doing "important assassin" shit with fancy paper, while you... You were laying on your back on the floor and legs against the wall, half bored to death. You know you and Connor had to kill this stupid Charles Lee one day or another. However, you didn't have much to do on this particular day. It was poring outside so you couldn't explore anything or run along the treetops, which is what you spent most of your days doing.

'CONNOR!' You screamed at the top of your lungs, making said assassin shit his pants.

'Hahahah you haha shit ha your self!' You tried to say with your eyes closed and in between laughs.

Next thing you know the bulky Mohawk slung you over his shoulder and stormed out of the room and down stairs.

'Connor! Let me down you novice!' You demanded. Hitting his back and kicking your legs trying and failing to hit his stupid little face. 'Where are you taking me?!' You yelled.

'Outside.' He replied simply. Heading to the door.

'What NO!! It's poring out, you will kill me by doing this.' You said dramatically. You didn't believe it but it was worth trying to convince him. Right?

'Hahaha. Farewell then.' Connor says opening the door and flinging you out of it.

You hit the muddy ground with a thud. But, quickly got up and charged for the door. You hit the door right when it was about to close. But unfortunately for you, Connor managed to get it shut and lock it.

'Connor!!' You said banging on the door covered in mud. 'Connor!' You tried again.

You tried and tried to get him to open the door, but eventually, you gave up... On the door. So. You decided to clime to his bedroom window in the rain. It's not like you hadn't climbed in the rain before. It was just a bit more... challenging. As you get to his window. You saw it was unlocked and that he was at his desk in the corner besides the window you were at.

'Awwwww look at Connor so quit and peaceful, just doing his work.' You say in your head.

You slowly and quietly open the window and slip inside Connor room. You then tip toed to his side, hearing him mumble a few words to him self out of concentration. And with all your voice.

'Ahhhhhhhhhhh!' You yelled right beside him.

He swung at you out of reflex but you swiftly dodged the weak attack and smacked him square in the nose. You then bolted out of his room into yours right beside his closing and locking the door behind you with Connor on your heels.

'(Y/n)!' He yelled at you banging on the wooden door, whilst you walked over to you comfy looking bed.

'How can I help you dearest Connor?' You say innocently, laying on you soft bed now probably covering it in mud.

'Don't act all innocent... Chicken.' He says. But the last part. The chicken part... He's says standing still. No kicking no banging. And there was silence. You hated being called that... That and being hit on like all that can think about is a very gross, unpleasant act... And you were everything but a chicken. You got up calmly and opened the door to a smirking little shit head.

'What. Did. You. Just. Call. Me?' You question with a smile on your face, speaking slowly.

'A Chicken.' He repeated leaning in slightly crossing his strong arms over his wide chest and that stupid (attractive) no stupid, smirk spreading wider.

'I don't like being called a chicken.' You stated, now getting angrier and angrier by the second.

'Oh but you are.' Connor says walking around you in circles by the opened door. 'Your small like one.' He says prancing around you. 'Ha, I bet you even taste as delicious as one.' He says behind you grabbing your hips and bringing his chest to you back. This you... Liked. But will never ever EVER tell him that.

And that was your last string. You flange around elbowing him in the face and shoving him away. Closing the door quickly behind you and sprinting down stairs to the table stoping not knowing why you came hear and were you would go. You heard Connors large steps coming down, so you quickly ran to the other side of the table so there will be something between you two.

'Stay back I have a... A... A table between us.' You stuttered, regretting right away what you said when you see Connor enter the room.

'Yes, we do.' He says never taking his eyes of you and taking a seat. 'Now let's settle this like humans we are, Yes?' He says in a fake British accent, making you want to laugh all though you kept you lips in a straight line.

'And what should we settle?' You question taking a set sceptically.

'We shall settle,' he starts still sounding like a red coat. 'WHO IS BETTER.' He yells out then launches him self out of the chair, across the table, and on to you.

Turning on the side with you in his arms so he would hit the ground and take most of the damage. He quickly flips you over so his pinning you against him self and the wooden floor under your back and above you head, thanks to his hands on your wrists, keeping them both there.

'Say I'm the best.' He demanded from you. You struggling under his strong body.

'Never!!!' You say angrily and stubbornly.

'And what if I tickle you to death!' He yells then starts tickling you everywhere.

'No... No... Stop... Stop it!!!' You say between laughs running out of breath.

He then stops to much of your relief after what seemed like a painful year, but is still on top of you.

'You know I'm better then you are.' You say breathlessly trying to catch your breath back.

'Ha, we are equal.' Connor says fondly.

Now it's just silent. With you look lovingly and happily up at him, and him looking lovingly and happily down at you.