Assassin's Creed | What If's

Drawing

A/n: Ey! I am alive don't worry~ Got busy with drawing- anyway, here's a new oneshot~ Contains Connor x 'Female' reader (fluff) Enjoy :3

It's almost noon and you already missed your breakfast and lunch. You yawned while sprawling out from your bed, you went out from your room as you rub your eyes. You didn't pay attention to what's happening, out of the ordinary you hear someone from the corner. "Someone woke up so late." the voice made you flinch slightly, you turn around to see Connor leaning against the entrance door while crossing his arms.

You didn't say anything, "uhh..." You tried to speak but you're drowsy as hell. Your hair is a little messy and you're wearing your dark grey gown with long sleeves, "What did you do last night?" He sternly asked. "I uhh- draw ..." You lazily replied. "You draw?"

"Yesss..."

He sighed frustrated by your answer, "Why can't you wake up like the usual?" Before anything else happens, how did you end up being with Connor in the first place? He recruited you as the novice in the brotherhood, he introduced you to the neighborhood around the homestead. Connor trains you in the morning every three times a week, in your free time you always love to draw.

The drawing was your passion ever since you were a kid, not until your whole family got killed by Templars. You have nowhere to go until you found a man who saved you from kidnapping, you thank Connor for saving you. You love drawing so much that you didn't sleep at night, mostly oversleeping is the problem. Connor usually gives you a chance to sleep properly however now, it is too much for him.

"I'm going to your room, " as he stomped towards your room. You followed him, "wait for what? Why?"

"I'm confiscating your sketchbook, " he takes it with him. You were overwhelmed by his action, you tried reaching your sketchbook from his hands. " Give it back!" You exclaimed, But Connor restricted you from reaching it. " No (y/n). It's for your own good!" He said. " I already give you many chances to sleep early but now it's the last time, " he added in a disappointment motion. You furrowed your eyebrows and tried to explain to him as you follow, " But you can't do that! " You said with a tone of complaining.

"Yes I can and it's for your own good," Connor said strictly with a hint of hesitation hiding behind his tone. "Please you can't do this, It's my dream!" you replied still trying to reach for your sketchbook. Connor shrugs off what you just said and replied with frustration "You'll get this back if you get back on your routine I gave you and if you start earning my trust again through training, got it, (y/n)?!" Connor continues without giving you a chance to reply and gives you a stare "If you don't want to then I guess you have to live somewhere else."

You got hurt by his words as you just stare at him leaving the homestead. You pull out a paper on a desk by the fireplace which contains your work for today, you crumple the paper. You think about escaping and running away from the homestead, you rushed upstairs to your room and pack some necessary things even your art materials in a small satchel, you write a letter saying "I will find my own place, where my dream isn't being disturbed or throw away like trash by you". As soon as you jumped down the window you heard a deep voice "Where do you think you're going?" you glanced at where the mysterious voice is coming from with you guard up you let out a scream from all the build-up of suspense.

(Connor's POV)

I rush into a town in Boston knowing there are important things left hidden inside the house where the (l/n)'s lived. I know it's been hard for her to spend her first birthday without her family.

I arrived at (l/n)'s residence and it is crawling with Templars in and out. I use my eagle vision to scout the area and luckily the neighboring house will offer me a good entrance. I start climbing and making my way inside the house of
(y/n). I started taking down some of the men in the hallway but to my extent, my force is being overwhelmed due to the narrowness of the hallway. I push myself along with five of the men piled on me causing us to break the railing and fall down to the first-floor hall. I grunted from the pain that I felt but it didn't stop me from standing up and put my guard up as soon as I hear the Templars. The remaining Templars outside barge in the house glancing at the men I took down then they glare at me.

As soon as I take down the remaining Templars. I walk around trying to make sense of the area again and notice a crack on the floorboards, the spot where I lead the Templars to a painful drop, "A hollow floor?" I note to myself. I break the board open and to my relief, I found what I was looking for and said: "Time to go back home".

Hours later, it is night time as soon as I got inside the homestead I remove all my things and put the item I found on the desk by the fireplace. I was a little confused by the fact that the list I made for (y/n) is gone. I went upstairs and open the door and I was shocked to see (y/n)'s the room empty with an open window. I saw a note on her bed, picked it up then read it. I was shocked when I read it but it doesn't stop embarking on a search for her. I went outside and rely on my vision to find her, her tracks lead me into an outskirt nearby.

After 10 minutes of a desperate search for
(y/n), I finally found her, making her way back to the homestead along with Achilles. I run towards (y/n) and give her a hug.

- end of Connor's POV -

(a minute before Connor found you)

You and Achilles were roaming around the outskirts. Achilles told you tales and good deeds that Connor did in the past few years. "Connor never hesitated to help people in need, being the muscle of homestead doing his part to serve its purpose", before he continues, you look at him with a hint of concern for Connor thinking that maybe training you is his part of protecting you and to cope with you family's murder. Achilles then continues "Connor trained you so that you could be ready for what's coming for you" you look at him again but this time with fear and nervousness in your mind. "You mean there's more of them," you ask with concern. Achilles replied with a nod that assures you "Yes and an army of them" you let out a frown but no hesitation to ask "What should I do then?"

Before Achilles could answer that, you hear a familiar voice shouting meters away from you, calling you. You can see Connor's seen-able figure, thanks to the moonlight. He starts running to you and you also do the same as him, as soon as you two collide you give each other a tight hug for a short while Connor pulled away to reach a satchel. You open the satchel, in it are sketchbooks, art materials, ink and pen (a special kind he used for his signatures) and most importantly your doll that you miss for so long because it holds comfort for you, this causes you to drop some tears. "I'm sorry," Connor tells you, you feel his warmth and reply back "I'm sorry too". Connor takes a step backward, stands up straight, clears his throat, and declares "Your father's journal is not there, we still need to find it," he said. You look up to him getting your strength back. Concerned, you ask him to let you go with him

"Let me go with you then, please?" Connor looks at you trying to catch his breath after he got shocked by the question, "Then training continues tomorrow," Connor ordered you with a smile. You wipe your tears and with a smile, you reply back with an assuring nod.

A/n: My boyfriend helped me for checking my grammar and added some few lines on this, I thank him~