Dreamcatcher [ Connor Kenway x reader ] Assassin's Creed III fanfic

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It had been a while since you'd heard about him for the last time. You knew that he had a couple of important and difficult missions, many of them were set abroad and he had to travel long distance. That did not stop you from worrying. You two had no mean to communicate; it was difficult to stay in touch with him. Writing letters was not an option since he declined it because of potential danger. That was the reason you were living in fear of what might had happened to him – that strange Mohawk young man that influenced your life more than you had ever expected.

And then he finally returned. You could see his giant frame from the distance walking across the lawn towards you. Something was not right, though. You noticed it immediately, something was different. And you did not like it. You could tell from the way he was walking, from the way his body was moving. His head was lowered, his eyes were not focused, his shoulders hanging and when he came closer to you, you could literally feel the hopelessness, grief and despair radiating from him. You were sure that he had changed. Something inside of him had changed. Something really essential happened to him.

He took slow and careful steps towards you, his face was haunted, his features hard and sharp, but his eyes betrayed him – his glance was unfocused, like he was not present. It seemed like he had aged o lot since the last time you two met. He also looked tired, his hair was cut, there was almost nothing left of it. If you hadn't known better you would tell that it was not Connor, not your Connor. You were almost afraid of him.

Without a single word he came closer to you, pressed his body to yours and his arms wrapped around your smaller frame. You felt almost lost in his embrace. You knew that something was not right. He put almost all of his weight on you and you had to remind him not to squeeze you so tightly, or else he could crush you. He had never ever touched you like this before. He had never embraced you like this before. You had no idea what was going on, the only thing that you could focus on was his presence. The presence of this giant young man was overwhelming and he was so troubled, so haunted that you were glad it was your company he craved.

"Connor, what happened?" You almost whispered, the sound of your voice was muffled by his broad chest. He was so much taller than you and his hands and arms were so firm and large. You could not help, but felt secure and at home in his warm embrace. Mohawk assassin did not speak a word, he only squeezed you tighter as if there was a possibility that you would disappear from his arms. He lowered his head and pressed his face to your shoulder. You felt his hot breath, tickling your skin and the heath inside of you started to spread immediately. The feelings that were connected to his touch and his glances overwhelmed you completely.

"What? Connor, look at me." You tried to back away, but it was more difficult than you thought, since he was embracing you really tight. He was fatigued, it seemed that he was sleepy too and the way he stared at you scared you. His eyes were empty. Your heart felt heavy. "Who did you kill?" You asked again, looking into his eyes. His glance finally focused on you. He finally started to acknowledge your presence, to perceive you.