Dreamcatcher [ Connor Kenway x reader ] Assassin's Creed III fanfic

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Hey, guys! Thank you for your comments. There is the new part which I have promised you. Sorry for the wait and please, forgive me for my poor English and some tipos or mistakes. Hope you enjoy it and please, if you like it and want more, then vote and comment. 

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„You are hurt!" You almost squealed during one unexpected afternoon, when he surprised you quietly entering your backyard. Even thought his sleeve was drenched in crimson blood and it was difficult for him to even move, he was still stealthy as always, you noticed him only once he put his palm on your shoulder while you were doing the laundry. It was not the first time you saw smeared blood covering his featuers, however every time the blood did not belong to him, it was always his enemies'.

Connor used to stay in Boston more often, those days. The events of that one memorable December night were still freshly engraved in both of yours memories. The tension between Britain and America reached its peak as the revolution started along with the war of independence and liberty. Your presumptions were correct; Connor did take a huge role in the revolution. He attended many quests, as he liked to call them and after the persistence of yours he finally enlightened you into his order in which he was brought to by old Achilles Davenport. The members of the order rebelled against the men that were constantly fighting the Boston and its citizens. Those men were called Templars, you picked the word up by a coincidence. It slipped more than a few times through Connor's lips.

The young Mohawk was an assassin. The person whose task was to kill others, murder them quietly and precisely for which they had been trained. However, he was never a monster in your eyes. You knew that he ended only lives of those who deserved it, that he fought for the right thing; he proved this not only once, but many times. Even one of the rules of his Creed was never to cross his blade with a flesh of an innocent. After he revealed his secret to you, the two of you developed the whole new level of relationship. The feelings which slowly crept upon you both were yet too unfamiliar so you could not place them at all. You did not quite understand them well. The thing that you were aware of was that your heart sped its pace every time he smiled at you, or that your insides slowly twisted in delightful manner any time he touched you. It meant that there was a stronger bond between you than a simple friendship.

"It's nothing at all. I'm all right." He was always so strong, always resisting the physical pain no matter of circumstances. It did not matter to him that he was bleeding and you were never too worried about him. Never. You always knew that he could take care after himself. He was like a wild animal, so fearless and agile. You had a chance to see him during a fight and you still could not believe how it was possible for human being to be so fierce and powerful. It was like something out of this world. You did not understand how was for a simple man to be possible o have such abilities. Maybe it were his Mohawk roots that provided him with such a strength. Other times the thought of him being able to use magic crossed your mind.

You led him through a backdoor into the house. You were both lucky that your parents were not present; you knew that they did not approve of your relationship with this native young man. They did not like Connor, did not trust him enough to let him be around their daughter. However, you did not care that time. You cleaned his wound and he was watching you intensely the whole time. The intensity of his glance caused the slight shaking of your hands and fingers as you were wrapping a bandage around his strong arm. The contact of your skin with his hot one felt almost forbidden. You knew that the electricity you felt every time the pads of your fingers touched his skin meant something. You tried not show how a single feeling. You hoped that his senses were not developed enough to hear your heart beating really fast. You have been feeling like this more often recently, every time he was near you.

"You know, I have those dreams sometimes..." You confessed after a long moment of silence.

He raised his brows surprised. Your eyes were still looking at his arm which was freshly cleaned and wrapped now. When your fingers pressed against his shoulder longer than necessary you glances met each other again. You realized that you were not the only one who was starting to feel hot and whose face was covered by reddening blush. His dark cheeks turned crimson instantly and you knew that he was just as much embarrassed as you. You quickly withdrew your palm, away from him as if his skin started to burn your fingers suddenly.

"What dreams?" He asked after you felt your face to calm.

"Nightmares. It's because of everything that is happening here. I see people dying, I dream about it over and over again. Sometimes they are my parents which I see losing their lives..." Your voice cracked. Your throat felt like it was being squeezed and your heart stung just like those nights when you woke up sweating in the middle of the night after the terrifying pictures which you saw during your slumber.

"You don't have to worry, nothing will ever happen to you. I will protect you all, all that are from Boston. And all that deserve it." He announced it with such confidence that you felt that feeling again. Feeling that he was the one who could save you all, protect you from anything. You had no doubts when it came to his words and actions. If there was one person that could protect you all and win your war, it was definitely him.

"I know, that we live in the time of war when fighting for independence is necessary, but sometimes I truly wish for the peace. Everywhere." You confessed and his eyes softened for a while.

"The peace will come, one day. I can promise that."