Assassin's Creed Daughter Imagines (FINISHED| NEW REQUESTS WILL BE IGNORED)

Young Love

Pairing: Achilles Davenport (more Connor than Achilles)
Warning: none
Note: N/A
Requested by: no one

                                               Y/n stirred awake, eyes squinting from the harsh sunlight. She grumbled and turned around to bury her face in her lover's toasty broad chest. She sighed happily, wrapping her arms around his ribs. 

                                               "Good morning," Connor sleepily greeted her, kissing the top of Y/n's head. 

                                                 Y/n grumbled again, tightening her grip on Connor's sides.

                                                "Don't go," Y/n told him. 

                                                 "I have to," Connor replied, "As much as I hate leaving you, I have to go." Y/n sighs, she tilts her head back to look at Connor. 

                                                   The look he gave her made her heart clenched, he's so innocent and gullible. Y/n pushed Connor back until he laid flat on his back with her sitting on his bare stomach. Connor shuddered, after last night's heated session, he's forgotten that neither of them wore clothes. 

                                                   Y/n leaned down to kiss him, Connor swiftly flipped her over leaving him on top. He pulled away to leave soft kisses down her neck, softly sucking and nipping at her pulse point. Y/n gently tugs on his hair, he gently bit her earlobe. 

                                                   "Are you sure you want to do that, Y/n?" Y/n grinned at him and tugged again. 

                                                     The mood, sadly, is ruined by someone knocking on the door. Specifically, Y/n's father, Achilles Davenport.  

                                                      "If I hear the headboard banging against the wall again I will personally throw you both out," her father warned them, "Connor, you have Templars to deal with. Y/n, you promised to go  hunting with Myriam today, did you not?" Y/n sighs and tossed her head back with a groan. 

                                                      Connor leaned down to nip at her neck again and Y/n wrapped her legs around his waist. She gave him a wicked grin. 

~time skip~

                                                       "My, what a lot of marks he's left on you," Myriam teased. 

                                                        Y/n blinked in confusion. She looked in the river to see her reflection and saw what Myriam was talking about. Y/n squeaked and covered her neck as best she could. 

                                                       "Oh, I'm going to murder that man," Y/n muttered. 

                                                        "I'm surprised your father didn't say anything when I came by earlier today," Myriam grinned. 

                                                         "I'm surprised my father didn't yell at Connor," Y/n replied, "Of all honesty though, he should be glad I finally decided to start courting someone. Years of having boys and men knocking on the door and denying them my hand, my father should be overjoyed."

                                                          The two ladies continued on their hunting them eventually split, the two promising to hunt again next week. Y/n returned back home, she saw her father in his studies doing paperwork so she went upstairs to her bedroom. 

~later that night~

                                                          "She's gone to bed if you were wondering," Achilles told Connor, "She's attempted to stay up for you, but sleep just happened to claim her first." 

                                                            Connor nodded and starts to climb the stairs. 

                                                            "Connor," he stopped, "Take good care of Y/n. I do not want to see my daughter cry over a boy." 

                                                              Connor opened the door, he saw Y/n sprawled on the bed and wearing one of his robes. Connor approached the bed, he gently ran his fingers through her hair and kissed her forehead. 

                                                               Downstairs, all Achilles can think about is how in love Y/n is and Connor vise versa.                                                              

                                                                "Young love." Achilles shook his head.