Assassins' Creed Oneshots

|30|. R! Connor ♡

A very late request for @MillsMouse while I get back to writing. I actually wrote this at 2 in the morning while I couldn't sleep. 

Qotd: What do you do when you can't sleep?

I usually eat, write, paint or read.

-Kia C.

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A Cure for Insomnia

(Y/n)'s (e/c) eyes were glued to the screen of her phone, the brightness all the way down yet still bright enough in the dark room to be illuminating her face.

One of her earphones was in her ear so that she could hear the funny videos she was scrolling through on Instagram. It was just one of those nights where she'd been laid still for so long but unable to sleep to the point that she gave up and picked up her phone instead.

She had carried on like this since a quarter past midnight. It was now almost three in the morning. She had done a good job of keeping quiet despite the number of times she simply wanted to burst out laughing at a video so hard that she would cry.

The sheets shifted next to her but she paid little mind to her lover who was asleep beside her — he had moved around quite a bit throughout the night.

However, this time, Connor woke up. His russet brown eyes glanced at (Y/n) who was propped up against the pillows before he squinted his tired eyes at the brightness of her phone screen, making out the little numbers that represented the time at the top — three in the morning.

He let out a sigh that became a loud yawn before reaching over and plucking the device (and the attached headphones) from her hands, placing them on his bedside table. (Y/n)'s mouth opened in surprise, ready to protest but he laid back down again, opening his arms.

"Come on, it's late." He coaxed her on, "Come and sleep." He mumbled. His voice was slurred and huskier with him being only half awake. There was something that (Y/n) found awfully sexy about it. But she frowned sadly at his request.

"I can't. I can't sleep." She huffed, annoyed herself that she was not already unconscious and lost in her dreams that would be forgotten by the morning.

"Well, we can try together. And I'm sure it'd feel so much better to sleep with you in my arms," He hummed, "pressed against my chest." And so, he began gently pulling her into his arms. The (s/t)-skinned female couldn't lie; that sounded amazing.

(Y/n) didn't put up an argument as she tucked her head under his chin, burying her face against his bronze skin while she wrapped her arms around his back. She nuzzled her face against him while he began pressing little slow kisses to the top of her head and her crown, holding her tightly against his figure and letting her feel the warmth that his body provided.

Her legs tangled together with his as they both pressed as closely together as possible. She let out a soft hum as her arms reached behind his back to lightly drag her nails over his skin while his hand rubbed over her upper thigh and hip soothingly.

"What's keeping you awake, hm?" He mumbled against her silky hair, still half asleep but prioritising her being able to get some rest nonetheless.

"I don't know." (Y/n) breathed out against him, nuzzling her face into his chest once more. She ran her hand over his chest, just taking in his presence (and his defined abs while she was at it). "I suppose I just can't sleep." She admitted while Connor pushed her onto her back, half laying over her as he held her close.

"Well you weren't going to fall asleep by looking at your phone — you need to put the effort in." He murmured against her collarbone before pressing a long kiss to her skin.

"I did put the effort in, for hours, but I just can't sleep, Connor." She sighed, tilting her (e/c) gaze down to where he was looking up at her. Even in the dim lighting, his russet brown eyes could pick up on how upset she looked, she was clearly exhausted.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" He prompted. "Play with your hair? Sing to you even?" He smiled softly. (Y/n)'s heart melted as a sweet smile took her lips captive. She was so happy to have Connor in her life; he was always so willing to do anything she may need or to put her above everything else.

"You playing with my hair actually sounds really good right now." She spoke as she lifted her (h/l)-length tresses out from under her body. Connor wrapped one of his muscular arms around her waist while the other hand trailed up to her head, smoothing down her (h/c) locks and running his fingers softly over her head, his hand moving to the back of her neck to run upwards through her hair.

The corner of his full lips twitched up a little when he felt her relax into his touch, all the stiffness and tenseness from her body leaving as he coaxed her into a state of relaxation. She tilted her head down to press a kiss to his forehead. He smiled at this before shifting upwards so that he could kiss her lips, lightly closing the space between them with little pecks to the corner of her mouth. But his kisses became longer, flesh pressed harder against each other as he posted himself between her legs to hover over her.

He kept this up for a while, these sweet and slow kisses until he rested his head on her chest instead while her hand went to rest on his head, fingers playing with his hair a little.

He listened to her heart slowly beating in her chest while her hands began to move slower and slower until they stopped. Her breathing was enough to tell him that he had succeeded in getting her to sleep.

And so, he let unconsciousness take him with her.