assassin's creed imagines

Forever | Connor Kenway

•this is my first Soulmate!AU, so please be forgiving if i mess up or it gets confusing
•also yes, I changed the title! this chapter was formerly known as "a single tattoo" for those who were wondering :)

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The sounds of birds chirping met your ears as you walked down the old dirt pathway. Your basket was in the crease of your elbow, your dress scuffing the ground as you walked. Your other hand moved your wild hair from your face, the cool autumn breeze blowing it in different directions. Tall trees lined the road and when the wind blew, the green leaves were plucked from their home and fell to settle on the ground below. It was peaceful out on the trails, the occasional man driving a wagon passing by or someone riding a horse in a trot. Your father had sent you to Boston to retrieve a few things he needed, you had agreed to go and gathered your things and headed out as soon as you could. You and your father were close, but not as close as you and your mother were. She was the one who told you about the mysterious tattoo that appeared on your wrist the day of your 18th birthday. She had explained the words were the first thing your soulmate was to say to you. She had also told you that your soulmate had a tattoo similar to yours, but with the first words you said to him. The words etched onto your wrist in bold, black ink said:

"You need to be more careful around the guards in this city."

You had initially been confused when the phrase appeared, what kind of trouble had you gotten yourself into when you were to meet your soulmate? Would he save you? From the sentence written on your arm, you guessed he would. The distant sounds of people chatting amongst one another reached your ears as you approached Boston. You had always loved this city, excitement and maybe even danger around every corner was always a thrill. Your father had trained you just enough to defend yourself in case you were to get into some form of trouble, he always said to 'never rely on the help of a stranger or a bystander.' Walking through the busy streets the dirt turned to cobblestone, vendors shouted out their low prices and advertised their goods as you and other people passed by. You smiled politely to the vendors, you loved watching the people of the city bustle around to get their errands done before the day was over, it showed how different everyone really is.

Finally arriving at a trading shop on the corner, you walked up the stairs and opened the door. The faint smell of cigarette smoke hit your nose and it crinkled up in disgust, sighing as you approached the vendor and placed your heavy basket on the table. The older woman looked over you, smiling slightly as she looked over your friendly face. "How may I help you, young lady?" She croaked in her aging voice, you placed your hands into the basket and withdrew the items your father gave you. "I'd like to sell these." She smiled wide and looked over the items, humming in delight and nodding assuringly as she reached behind her and grabbed a medium size pouch filled with coins. "Here you go, miss." Her wrinkled face smiled sweetly as she held out the pouch, smiling to her as well before taking the pouch from her awaiting hand. You placed the pouch securely in your hands and gathered your basket, before walking out the door and back onto the busy streets of Boston.

You were making your way back home when you were suddenly pulled into an alleyway and shoved into a wall roughly, the back of your head hit the brick wall and black dots clouding your vision. "Well, look what we have here. A whore with a pouch of money." The redcoat spat, and through your blurry vision saw him unsheathe a dagger from his belt. You were surprised when you were able to shove the man off of you, trying your best to scurry away from him but you tripped and fell. Your heart raced as he stalked towards you, his dagger raised in the air as he prepared to strike. You put your arm up in front of your face to block the hit, turning your head away and closing your eyes tightly. But the hit never came. Your chest heaved as you panted heavily, slightly confused as to why you didn't feel the impact before the shadow of a tall man blocked your vision. The guard laid dead on the ground in front of you and in its place was a man, he wore white robes with baby blue coat tails, various weapons strapped to his person. His hood was drawn up over his head to protect his identity but from your position on the ground, you could see his brown eyes and strong facial features underneath.
"You need to be more careful around the guards in this city." He warned, his rough voice breaking the silence as he reached down and offered his hand to you. You focused on your breathing to calm your racing heart, your small hand was swallowed in his huge one as you placed it in his palm. You didn't really pay attention to what he said, more preoccupied with the pain in your head and the trauma that was sure to linger. He tugged gently and easily placed you on your feet, finally getting a chance to look up at the tall stranger who saved your life.

"Of course, because it was my idea to be mugged in an alley." You replied sarcastically and removed your hand from his, seeing his eyes widening like saucers at your words. He was about to say something sassy in return, before a dull pain caught his attention first and his eyebrows furrowed. You felt a similar pain at the same time but in your forearm, Connor pulled his jacket apart and to the side to reveal the sentence you had just said. The words were written in the same black ink yours were across his heart, but they faded into his skin as Connor's eyes widened. Your sleeve was pulled up to witness the same thing, wincing as the writing faded into your skin before pulling the sleeve back down. "I don't think we've been formally introduced." You spoke with a smile and your heart warmed when Connor smiled too, surprisingly allowing you to pull down his hood to see his face. His ebony hair was half up and half down, his skin was dark and you figured he was a native, but you didn't really care. His jawline could cut marble, his cheekbones set high on his cheeks, eyes a deep brown color, he was beautiful. You could see he was analyzing your face as well and you hoped he found you as gorgeous as you found him, before he extended his hand out to yours.

"Connor." His voice was soft and you smiled at now knowing his name, you had waited for this moment all your life, to finally get to meet your soulmate was a truly remarkable thing. As your hand raised to glide into his, you felt an sort of force pull you towards Connor. Not physically but mentally, you were already hooked on the Native Assassin and you couldn't be happier. You could tell Connor felt it too, the way his eyes sparkled in the dim alleyway light and the small smile stretching his lips. You took his hand in yours, slightly surprised when you felt how rough his hands were, probably from years of training and hard labor. "Y/N." You told him your name, your smile widening upon formally introducing yourselves to each other.

You could already tell that you and Connor were going to be together for a long time.

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•this was really short and really bad i am so sorry