Assassin's Creed Imagines

Connor Kenway Imagine

Sorry for the wait, guys!
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"Imagine: Connor mending your wounds after a fight."
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"You need to be more careful."

You followed quietly as Connor ushered you by your elbow into the Homestead's dining room.

The recent mix up between some poachers and the pair of you left you with nothing more than a gash on your arm, but Connor was worried none the less. It wasn't so painful, well, at least not yet.

You took a seat at the dining table, taking the time to look around while Connor fetched a bowl of water.

The decorations were quite welcoming, with a painting of who you assumed were the owners of the large estate. Your eyes scanned the walls, admiring all the small decorations around the room. The candles colored the space a soft orange, while the moonlight flooded through the windows.

Your attention was averted as Connor placed a small wooden bowl filled with water next to you. He was frantic with worry and it surprised you- he seemed so gentle with you given his stature and combat abilities.

"I'm fine, Connor, really." You tried to reassure him, but it was to no use.

He paced back into the kitchen, and began searching through some cupboards for a rag.

You were left to your surroundings once again, but this time you were pondering about Connor. It was actually quite warming, to see that he really cares for you and is helping you with your wounds, however small they may be.

He seemed to be more shocked than you about your injury though, and you couldn't help but give a small smile.

Your hand had been gently cupped over the wound, and you soon realized that blood was now seeping through the coat's sleeve and onto your hand. The amount of blood covering your palm startled you, and suddenly the wound became more painful.

Connor appeared, and knelt beside you, taking your now trembling hand in his. Watching as he was gently trying to wipe off the blood, you noticed as his brow furrowed in concentration.

He moved to help you to take off your coat, exposing your wound, then placing the garment on the chair next to him.

The cut looked worse than it felt, but Connor didn't know that and his expression was soon filled with worriment.

"It's okay, I'm alright." You smiled and looked into his eyes, feeling a bit relieved when his features softened.

"I am sorry."

"It's not your fault." You said, followed by a smile.

It warmed your heart how sweet and gentle he was towards you, how he was protective over you. In a way you knew he would've preferred it to be him the one with the wound.

He smiled back and ringed out the rag in the bowl, moving it up to your arm.

"It will sting."

"Its alright."

He nodded and softly pressed the rag onto your wound.

Boy, when he said it would sting, he really meant it.

You squeezed your eyes shut, and grabbed his other hand tightly.

He paused his actions at the sudden contact, but he soon realized it helped you cope through the pain, and embraced it. He held your hand in his, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles before continuing. It didn't take much to clean up the wound, but once he was done you were more than grateful.

Next came the bandages, and you observed as he carefully wrapped them around your arm. It was quite tight, but it seemed to sooth the pain.

A few minutes later he was done, and you were exhausted from both the fight earlier with the poachers and the treatment of your wound.

"There is a room for you to stay upstairs, if you would prefer to rest here for the night." Connor offered.

That actually would be nice, especially since you weren't up to the task of riding to your home in Boston. You nodded and stood up, turning to Connor.

"Thank you." You whispered, placing a kiss on his cheek.

You saw a red tint color his cheeks, and that day, he too felt a warmness in his heart.