Hey guys! Third part of my Connor x Reader fanfic, please read and ENJOY! Did most of this while listening to Fight Club from the AC3 soundtrack, it's the most inspiring song :D
"What if he doesn't like me?"
Ratonhnhaké:ton sighed and kept walking, not offering a response.
"No, really! What if he genuinely doesn't like me?" You pressed. After agreeing to come with Ratonhnhaké:ton to the Homestead, you had begun to worry whether Achilles, the old man Ratonhnhaké:ton lived with, was going to protest to you walking into his home without any warning.
"He will like you." Were Ratonhnhaké:ton's only words on the subject.
"But what if he doesn't?"
Ratonhnhaké:ton let out a frustrated sigh and you decided not to push it any longer. Breaking through the last few trees, you barely surpressed a gasp of astonishment. You had never been this close to the manor before, although you had seen it from the tops of trees or hills. Knowing that people would inhabit the house, you had chosen to stay away, even though a tiny part of you was full of loneliness.
The house was made of red brick, with several large chimneys protruding from the slanted roof. A white marble porch covered the front door and extended into a balcony for the second level. You could see a bit of the stables at the right hand side of the house and heard a faint whinny coming from that direction but your attention was dragged back to the huge manor as you entered the welcome shade of the porch. Ratonhnhaké:ton entered the house without hesitation and you followed, crossing your fingers as you stepped over the threshold.
"Connor?" A voice called from further inside the house and Ratonhnhaké:ton motioned for you to follow him towards the source.
You didn't notice the room, only the fireplace and the occupied chair that sat near the flames. The man who had called was obviously quite old. A walking stick leant against the arm of the chair and he was stooped, gazing into the fire. He didn't turn when you entered with Ratonhnhaké:ton, but spoke.
"Where have you been?" His voice seemed somehow elderly too, in a way you couldn't define.
"Hunting." Ratonhnhaké:ton replied, his tone respectful. It was strange to see this powerful man answer to somebody else like this, to see him so obedient. You shot him a glance. unsure what to think of the man you supposed was Achilles.
"What did you manage to-" Finally, the old man turned in his chair and spotted you cowering behind Ratonhnhaké:ton's larger form. There was a brief, awkward pause before Achilles chuckled. "I hate to tell you Connor, but that's not a wild animal. I'm afraid we can't eat her."
"I know that!" Impatience made Ratonhnhaké:ton sound sharp and you jumped slightly. Achilles looked at you and you had the distinct impression he wanted to laugh at your scare.
"Then why did you bring her here, Connor?"
"Connor?" You blurted out, curious as to why Achilles called him that. "I thought your name was Ratonhnhaké:ton?"
'Connor' glanced at you before quickly saying, "It is."
"Then why-"
"I'm not going to learn how to pronounce that name. It would waste a lot of time, saying Ratonha-whatever twenty times a day." Achilles rolled his eyes before extending a hand to you. "I'm Achilles. You would be?"
"[Name]," You replied, extending your hand to shake the old man's.
"Pleasure to meet you, [Name]." Achilles glanced up at Connor. "See? It's called a handshake, Connor. It's what you do when you first meet somebody."
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AC3: Together
Fanfictionit's hard to live on your own, but you managed. you don't need some big hotshot assassin going and fucking that up. you/connor. now becoming something even more.
