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"Connor! What happened to all my candy?" You say, walking into the living room. "I.. I don’t know what you mean." "Ratonhnhaké:ton!" You yell, smiling as you look at Connor, the assassin not looking at you but at the opposite wall. His eyes widen at the use of his real name, looking like a deer in the headlights.
This is one of the ‘scolded child’ situations that you've shared with Connor numerous times, this being one of the more humorous ones. Because honestly, this would be a ‘scolded child’ situation for any parent and a younger child.
Not a big, burly assassin.
"I’m not mad, I promise." "Do you swear you aren't, y/n?" He asked and you just nod, walking over to him.
"I’m just mildly pissed that you ate ALL my M&M’s, Connor."
This is one of the ‘scolded child’ situations that you've shared with Connor numerous times, this being one of the more humorous ones. Because honestly, this would be a ‘scolded child’ situation for any parent and a younger child.
Not a big, burly assassin.
"I’m not mad, I promise." "Do you swear you aren't, y/n?" He asked and you just nod, walking over to him.
"I’m just mildly pissed that you ate ALL my M&M’s, Connor."
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You’d been living on the Homestead for nearly a year and you had to admit, it was better than anything you’d ever dreamed of. The small community was enough to create a real atmosphere and a sense of togetherness, and with your job working as a barmaid in the tavern it allowed you to get to know the locals as soon as they arrived. You only ended up in the Homestead after being kicked from your job as a barmaid and home in the middle of New York; it was pure luck that Connor had been passing by when he saw your bags being thrown from the tavern window by your mother because you refused to marry a man you didn’t love, followed
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"Connor... Come inside!" [Name] motioned to the male to come close to her. However, the native American refused to get in the same room as her.
With a sigh, [Name] smiled a bit. Connor was such a sweetheart, and she couldn't help but love everything about him. But he could never know; she didn't want to bother his mind with useless thoughts, especially now that he had an important mission to do. Connor was an assassin; He couldn't fall in love like she did, and that was what secretly killed her.
"I don't think I can do this [Name]..." He muttered, right before said girl took his arm and lead him to the centre of the room. She had almost dra
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This is a short drabble thing, fueled by my addiction to M&M's.
Originally posted on my tumblr! I played some more AC: III and honestly, I am head over heels in love with Connor Kenway.
He's adorable, and I love him.
Connor belongs to Ubisoft.
You, my dear, belong to Connor.
Originally posted on my tumblr! I played some more AC: III and honestly, I am head over heels in love with Connor Kenway.
He's adorable, and I love him.
Connor belongs to Ubisoft.
You, my dear, belong to Connor.
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You said M&M's and I'm like: STAHP. 