ONESHOTS

Connor x Reader

Connor usually was not one to start conversations. He liked keeping to himself. But you... You were so different. You liked talking. You liked being...out there. He found this opposite of him completely and if he had said he didn't like it, he would be lying.

Watching you spin around in you (F/C) dress was so precious. And as he watched you turn, then smoothly dance over, he was surprised when you asked him to dance. 

"I cannot dance."

"Nonsense!" Your eyes sparkled with excitement. Today was your birthday, and normally, he'd do whatever you ask (especially since it was your special day) but this request, to him, was very unlikely. 

"Two left feet." He mumbled. "But I can watch you dance. You seem very good at it, Otsi'tsa..." Connor brushed your hair out of your face.

"Oh come on," her (e/c) eyes gazed into his smoldering brown ones.

"You cannot waver me." Connor began with a little huff. "I can't dance."

"You can to, I saw you practicing last night." You crooned, catching him off guard.  "And I think you can dance, just this once, it is just me and you.."

You could tell you were breaking his resolve. "...Fine." He took your hand, sweeping you into his arms and across the patted down the dirt path, spinning with you, holding you close. He sighed, looking down at you. When you beamed at him, he looked away, hiding his smile as he spun you again.

"This is not so bad." He began, biting his chapped lower lip. "Why did you want to spend your birthday with me?" 

You didn't answer, thinking as you both danced and swayed. His large hands pulled out of your (s/c) hands. "...Otsi'tsa..." 

You kicked a rock away from you, crossing your arm. "Are you hitting on me?" You asked quizzically, his dark eyes, starting to twinkle. "Is that what you think, Ori:te'?"

You frowned with a scoff. "You know I have no idea what those words mean."

"But you like hearing them, (Y/N)?" He whispered, moving to awkwardly hug you in his arms again. 

"Maybe I do or maybe I do." You shrugged. He just grinned. "You do."

Your lips pursed and you looked away, gulping through your resolve. "Maybe." You mumbled, feeling his hands cupping your face. "Maybe." He breathed, swaying with you again.

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Ori:te' - Dove

Otsi'tsa - Flower