Assassins' Creed Oneshots

|17|. Connor ♡

(Repost to fix mistakes) So, I have a very, very, very big procrastination problem (like, bigger then Connor's biceps) this was actually a request I got from @borkgrape on August 25th. . . oops? I'm sorry it took so long but I don't think anyone's worse at meeting deadlines than me, sorry! The inspiration for this chapter was actually from 01x16 'Monsters' from the Netflix show, Reign. I also had to do real research about the biology of what happened to reader here, guys (I won't spoil anything here, don't worry). The song is 'Hostage' instrumental by Billie Eilish.

Qotd: What's one thing you really love about Connor? / Should I do a face reveal?

-Kia C.

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Thin Ice

"I know he's here somewhere - they can't have gone far!" (Y/n) hissed as she trudged onwards through the thick snow. The (h/c)-haired female and her companion, Connor, had been tracking down the man who beat her sister within an inch of her life for the small amount of coin in her purse - he had presumed her to be dead but luck had shed its light on the younger (L/n) sister, sparing her life.

The snow left scrambling, frantic footprints of where the male had run to; (Y/n) refused to pry her eyes from the trail.

Connor towered over the (e/c)-eyed female, she seemed tiny compared to his larger frame. She relentlessly followed the trail through the snow while he followed close behind. Both of their breaths materialised into a mist before their faces, (Y/n) pulled up her mask to try and insulate her body heat.

The (s/t)-skinned young woman was covered in furs to insulate herself - as was Connor. Who seemed to be struggling to keep up with the determined female who trudged through the thick snow, walking across the flat ground before the footprints came to a halt.

Her brows narrowed over her (e/c) eyes while she took in a red ribbon that was a few paces away from where the trail stopped. Her sister's hair ribbon.

The footprints just halted, like the male in question had begun to float over the trees all of a sudden. (Y/n)'s face dropped.

Trees. Flat earth. Snow. Footprints stopping. Hair ribbon. The splintering sound of a slow crack. A trap.

The (b/t) female turned, pure terror reigning over her eyes like a corrupt king on his throne. The dark haired male took note of her fear before she cried out one word.

"Connor!" The (h/c)-haired female plummeted through the thin ice, becoming submerged in the glacial waters and being swept away from the opening in the frozen-over lake by the strong current. Her hands ached with cold as she pressed her palms to the ice, doing her best to break it but it was to no avail. She tried to find some form of grip to stop herself from being pulled away further but the smooth sheet above her provided no such advantage. Her chest burned and her head pounded as she began to run low on oxygen, her pummelling fists growing weaker and weaker with each desperate punch.

Meanwhile, on the surface, Connor ran out onto the lake, getting down on his knees to push snow away, trying to locate his companion. He caught sight of a plume of (h/c) tresses before meeting her (e/c) orbs, half-lidded as she began to lose fight. To (Y/n), he was merely a blur of colour through the water and sheet of ice.

Adrenaline pulsing through his veins, he took his tomahawk and shattered the ice above her head, throwing the weapon to the side before plunging his arms into the bitterly cold water, grabbing his companion under the arms before ripping her from what would have been her grave.