Assassin's Creed 1. Hide and Seek

**My first Assassin's Creed fanfiction so please be kind to me.**

**This chapter is in third person just so I can tell you how you, as the reader, and Connor know each other before the events of Connor's missions as an assassin. The other chapters will be the reader's point of view.**

**I've spent absolutely ages on this chapter just for you guys so I really hope you enjoy this. **

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**Chapter 1**

_**1759**_

The morning sun's rays shone down on the vast greenery of the Mohawk Valley. The brightness of nature illuminated, colours more fascinating than those of a single flower. The sound of birds singing as they soared through the sky was peaceful, and the rustling of bushes proceeded as small animals of the forest awoken from their slumber. The morning was tranquil.

In the village of Kanatahséton, life was halcyon, children played by the lake. The water was still, it reflected the suns beam and the trees that stood tall in their place. Men of the village were preparing themselves to hunt within the wilderness of the forest. They put their wooden bows and arrows upon their broad backs, and gathered all the necessary weapons and equipment needed for a successful hunt. Deer and, if they were lucky, bear were targets that were set in their mind, they were determined to get enough food to feed their people for the week. The woman were tending to the crops, harvesting those that were ripe and ready. As for the elders, they were sat around the fire, calling upon the spirits to look over the men as they hunt.

Everything was going by the normal routine as the morning went on, all the children ran around the village except for one, Ratonhnhaké:ton. Ratonhnhaké:ton had only just turned 4 a few days before. And just like any other child, turning a year older mean't he was a step closer to being allowed further into the forest. When he confronted his mother, Kaniehtí:io, about going to the river at the edge of the Valley, she told him that it was somewhere he must not wonder towards. This however, caused him to become curious of what was beyond the river. Going against his mother, he ventured further and further into the forest, the suns light filtered through the branches of the towering trees. The fallen red leaves crunched under his feet as he came closer to the river. Soon enough, he could hear the trickling water of the river not too far from where he stood.

The forest eventually opened up to the fresh running water of the river, Ratonhnhaké:ton smiled at the sight that was before him. Bees flew around the harmonious flowers that lived by the rushing water, and fish of various sizes swam freely in the clear river. This place was enchanting, full of life, and Ratonhnhaké:ton had no regrets at defying his mothers rules. With big strides, he walked over to the rivers bed and sat himself down. He admired the way the fish swam effortlessly against the waters current. Without any hesitation, he took off his deer skinned boots and dipped his bare feet into the fresh water, sighing at the sensation of water weaving in and out of his toes.

"H-hello," A sweet, high toned voice came from behind the native boy, which startled him and made his head turn in response. Stood before him, was a young girl with [h/l] [h/c] hair that was in tight ringlets upon her head. A pale blue and white dress covered her small figure, which was lightly covered in patches of dirt. Hands held together, her arms were behind her, showing her obvious nervousness as she cautiously spoke to the strange boy. Ratonhnhaké:ton was unsure whether to answer the girl, but as he continued to stare into her big [e/c] eyes, she began to shift from one foot to the other.

"I'm [name], w-who you are?" She asked, hope etched in her delicate voice. Hoping that he would answer her, and hoping that he could speak her language. She had heard many stories of the people who lived in the valley, tales that they were dangerous and that they do not understand the people of the King's English. Ratonhnhaké:ton didn't speak after 5 seconds and the girl looked down, realising that he was not going to answer her. But she was wrong.

"I'm Ratonhnhaké:ton," He said, his voice was slow with caution, he too had heard tales of the people beyond the valley. He had heard they wanted to take over their land and were greedy for money and riches. Many of his people did not trust the city people. A playful giggle escaped [name]'s lips as the sound of Ratonhnhaké:ton's name was something she had not heard before.

"That's a funny name, Ra...Radoo-"

"Ra-doon-ha-kay-doon" Ratonhnhaké:ton corrected, he broke down his name so she knew exactly how to say his native name. He spoke slow too, that way she could listen to the words he spoke.

"Ra-doon-hay-"

"ha-kay-doon," He corrected yet again. The girl frowned and took a deep breath of air into her lungs and focused on getting his name right. Her determined little mind focused hard and soon said his name with a strong loud voice.

"Ra-doon-ha-kay-doon" She stood up tall and proud as Ratonhnhaké:ton smiled. Her smile extended from one ear to the other realising she had achieved her goal. Ratonhnhaké:ton began to feel a slight warmth in his heart, and realised that maybe not all the city people were like what people of his village had said. For this girl stood next to him, was a kind heart, sweet little girl, who was honest and only wanted to be friends with this strange boy.

For the rest of that day, or in fact, the rest of that year, they had met with each other in the same place. Whether it be a cold winters day, with snow blanketing the earth and freezing over the river, or whether it be a scorching hot day, with flowers blooming at their finest and animals running the earthy ground, they tried their hardest to come to that same spot and play with each other. However on days where meeting was beyond impossible, was when Ratonhnhaké:ton and [name] were feeling their lowest.

_**1760**_

Ratonhnhaké:ton looked up upon the saddened grey sky, a few random droplets of rain fell on his face. The wind was blowing viciously against the trees, earning a few leaves to plummet to the ground. Ratonhnhaké:ton had a feeling that something bad was going to happen, but he just didn't know what. When finally arriving to the river, and seeing no one but himself there, his face fell in disappointment. The mood of the village seemed on edge, like everyone had the same bad feeling he felt up until the moment he came to the river. And he thought he could escape such feelings by meeting with the girl he had grown to become literal soul mates with. But that became impossible to do so when [name] was not there. He waited for no longer than half an hour, his fingers becoming numb and the wind biting at his skin, before he made his way back to the village.

Kanen'tó:kon, Ratonhnhaké:ton's friend, saw him coming back from his short lived adventure, and saw that his face was down and upset. His heavy feet came running over to Ratonhnhaké:ton, skidding to a stop in front of him, almost bumping into him in the process. With a concerned yet playful grin, those of a cheeky boy that usually gets up to no good, Kanen'tó:kon fluently spoke in his native language.

* "Skennen'kó:wa kenh ontiatenro'shón:a?" With his small infant hand, Kanen'tó:kon put his hand upon Ratonhnhaké:ton shoulder, patting it lightly. A shrug was all that Ratonhnhaké:ton could do in his current mood. He was about to open his mouth and speak, but a stern, female, adult voice was heard, calling Kanen'tó:kon's name. With that, Kanen'tó:kon gave Ratonhnhaké:ton an apologetic smile and ran in the direction of the demanding voice. Ratonhnhaké:ton had nothing to do for the rest of the day, the men were preparing themselves to go out hunting, the woman were tending to their daily chores and the elders did nothing but sit around the fire, talking about business of their village. Usually it was business that were not to be heard by younger ears like Ratonhnhaké:ton himself. Which only encouraged the younger natives even more to eavesdrop.

Ratonhnhaké:ton made his way to his and his mother's family's longhouse. The longhouse was, obviously, long, and it was made of bark and wood from the forest that surrounded their village. Inside, in the center of the 20 foot long hut, was a crackling orange flamed fire, smoke rose from the flames and surrounded the area. As he peaked around the doorway to the hut, he saw that no one was inside, and so with light tip toes, he headed over to his mother's bed. Searching eyes looked around for something he had seen his mother use when she thought he was asleep. His eyes brightened when he discovered that it was hidden underneath her pillow and he pulled out the beige journal from underneath the deer skinned pillow. With a quick look over his shoulder, alert for if his mother appeared, he hesitantly opened it to a random page, to reveal an entry that was written inside. Unlike the other native children, his mother taught him how to read, obviously he wasn't too good at it, but he was still learning. However, he could still understand some words.

The entry he read was in 1754, she wrote about the convoy she was being escorted by and she wrote that it was attacked by a group of men that were dressed in fine clothing. They attacked all around the street they had been ambushed on, men with muskets on the roof shot at the redcoats and the men down on the ground fought sword to sword. She would be lying if she said she wasn't nervous. Despite knowing how to defend herself and fight, and despite being in situations like that herself, she felt nervous for what the men would do to her. She wrote about one certain man that caught her eye, the man with tanned skin and dark hair that was tied up in a red ribbon, face shadowed by his tricorn hat. She took notice at how skillful he was at fighting compared to the other men. His swordsmanship skills were beyond amazing, it was as though he were trained as a young child. He was swift and fluent with his moves, killing effortlessly as though it was the easiest thing he had ever done in his life.

Before he could continue with the intriguing entry, foot steps echoed in Ratonhnhaké:ton's ears. Through pure panic, he dropped the book and shoved it under whatever was closest to him. When he turned, his mother stood a foot away, her eyes glared at him knowing that he was up to no good. Ratonhnhaké:ton gave his mother a small smile, trying to prevent the look of guilt from spreading over his face.

*"Sekoh ista," Ratonhnhaké:ton said timidly to his mother, trying to avoid any eye contact that was bound to give his schemes away, he didn't want his mother to know he was invading her privacy just because he was interested in his mothers life. His mother never told him anything about who his father was or how she grew up, she kept him in the dark. And it was only out of curiosity that he ended up reading the journal. His mother was his everything, despite not knowing much about her past. She was the only one there for him, she was there for when he fell and grazed his knee, and she was there when he and Kanen'tó:kon had a dispute. No matter what, he loved his mother. He would do anything, _anything_, for his mother. Even if it mean't risking his own life for her.

"Hmmm... And what are you up to?" Kaniehtí:io had a fluent Mohawk tongue, she was born and raised in the Mohawk village as was her son, Ratonhnhaké:ton. But she knew he wasn't completely native, and really, part of him was an outsider. However, she left that fact alone in the dark. She didn't care if there were a part of the traitor she loved inside of Ratonhnhaké:ton, as long as he did not reflect his fathers decisions, she was happy. She always knew Ratonhnhaké:ton was one for not getting up to no good, and due to his gender and age, there were no avoiding it. So when he stuttered to answer her simple question, her eyebrows rose. Luckily for Ratonhnhaké:ton, his friend came to save him in such a situation.

"Come play with us! The others have gone hunting and we're bored," Ratonhnhaké:ton gave a heavy sigh of relief. His friend would always pop up in situations such as the one he was currently in, and thats why he loved his friend even more than he should. Hesitantly, he moved around his mother and slowly walked over to his friend that was waiting by the doorway of the hut. Kaniehtí:io's chocolate brown eyes followed his small figure as he headed towards the door before speaking up.

"Go on. But do not venture beyond the valley," She raised her finger as warning, she knew exactly what he was like for getting into mischief. She found out that he ventured off up to the river, despite him being told not to, but she knew he did not venture any further, so she allowed him to continue doing so. With a sly nod, Ratonhnhaké:ton and Kanen'tó:kon joined the other Mohawk children as they wandered off into the wilderness of the forest to play a game of hide and seek.

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Ratonhnhaké:ton eyes fluttered open, his vision slightly blurred and his head pulsing with a dull ache. Sitting up was found to be a difficult task to do, so as he stood up, he almost fell back down again. His body swayed from being overly lightheaded. After falling against a trees trunk and almost fully recovering, he noticed the aroma of smoke, smoke of burning bark and wood. His eyes enlarged as he could see nothing but the grey clouds that wrapped itself around the forest, animals like deer and rabbit ran by to find safety in more cleaner air. He was scared, from the events that happened before he was knocked out up until now. Smoke filled the air, he had no clue what was going off. His feet began to dart through the forest, following the route to his village.

Screams of terror erupted from his lips as he neared his village. He saw the flames soaring high above the trees, flames that were burning the longhouses that the Mohawk people slept within. He could feel the heat of the fire as he grew nearer and nearer. Entering the village was unbearable as the heat hit him almost instantly. Screams came from everywhere, screams from woman who saw their homes being burn't to the ground and screams from the children as horror clouded their eyes.

"ISTA!" Ratonhnhaké:ton shouted with all his might, smoke choking him as it entered his lungs, leaving no space for oxygen. He ran over to the village people who lay on the ground out of the danger of the roaring fire that was tearing down the village.

"Where is my mother?" He shouted again, through choked breaths, hoping for a reply. When he received none he continued on. He ran through the village looking into each fallen longhouse to see a way through to the otherside. Seeing one longhouse, yet to be burned to rubble, he made his way inside. However, he barely made it through to the other side due to it finally collapsing, and his chest heaved heavily for desperate need for clean air. Screams from the villagers were distant and overpowered by the roaring and crackling of the unruly fire. His longhouse was a mere distant away and with all his strength, he ran over to the entrance to the building, which was blocked by wood and rubble.

"ISTA?!" He saw her struggling form trying to push away the fallen poles that had trapped her body to the floor. Ratonhnhaké:ton hit the blockage to get her attention and she turned her head to see his enlarged and frightened eyes looking at her. Coughs erupted from her throat and with a weak voice, she spoke.

"I'm here..."

"Coming!" Ratonhnhaké:ton looked around to find a way into the burning longhouse. Quickly, he darted around and found the only way around to the otherside. Part of the longhouse broke down allowing access inside. Once inside, he saw her trapped body covered in her own blood. The sight frightened him, he felt his heart tighten at such a terrifying moment.

"Help us!" He yelled, hoping that someone could hear him and would come to their aid. As soon as he got to her, his hands began to work on removing the rubble. It scolded his hands as he tried to remove the sizzling wood that pinned her down. Desperate to get it off of her, he continued and ignored the pain that surged through his hands.

"I am here. I am here. It is going to be fine,"

"No my son. You must leave. Now!" Those words hit him harder than she anticipated them to. He would never leave his mother to die and for her to tell him to go, was something he would never dream of doing. So he continued, determined to not lose the life of the only family he had left.

"Not without you,"

"It's too late for that!" Kaniehtí:io took his hand within her own, and she looked into his eyes with hers that were filled with dampened hope and sorrow, knowing that she was going to leave her son without seeing him grow up to be a man with a promising future.

"You must be strong, Ratonhnhaké:ton. You must be brave,"

"Stop it. Stop it!" She regretfully saw the fear in his eyes, wishing she could calm him and tell him that everything was going to be alright. But she knew that no matter what she said, he will forever be scarred by her death and alone.

"You will think yourself alone, but know that I will be at your side. Always and forever," Before she could fully finish, a man came behind Ratonhnhaké:ton and pulled his struggling form away from the collapsing building. Fresh tears cascaded down his cheeks as rubble collapsed atop his mother.

Everyone who remained alive had gathered by the lake, watching as the whole of the village glowed florescent orange, the flames viciously attacked the bark and wood that formed the longhouses. Horrified sobs and screams came from the woman and children as their homes turned to ash. Ratonhnhaké:ton curled in the arms of the man who dragged him away from the collapsing building, trying to hold back the tears that threatened his eyes.

From that day on, Ratonhnhaké:ton never ventured far into the forest. He stayed within the village, helping the men and woman build up the village again. He focused on training to hunt and fight, going up against animals like deer and if extremely unlucky, wolves. But he never ventured up to the river. In fact, he completely ignored the fact that [name] was waiting for his arrival each passing day. After a week, [name] had finally come to the conclusion that their friendship was either over or that something had happened. Soon she came to realise that there were no point coming to the river again as she would be let down yet again. So she remained within the comforts of home from that day on.

Each day, Ratonhnhaké:ton mind became clearer and clearer of what he thought had happened on the day of the fire. First it was a peaceful game of hide and seek which lead to disaster. And he knew exactly who to blame. His eyes darkened as he remember the man who attacked him, and his brethren who stood watch. Charles Lee.

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*Skennen'kó:wa kenh ontiatenro'shón:a = How are you my friend?

*Sekoh ista = good morning mother

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**Sorry about the sudden change from Mohawk to English. I wanted to use some Mohawk in this just so I could capture the culture of the Mohawks, but when It can to more complex sentences and phrases, I could not work out how to word them in Mohawk so I had no choice but to put them in English.**

**Like I said, chapter 2 will be the readers point of view, so please don't be put off by this chapter. **

**Hope you enjoyed this and I look forward to reading your comments 3**


	2. Life Goes On

**_Sorry that I haven't posted in like... forever. I was just struggling to write anything. But I thought, instead on fitting everything into one chapter, why not separate it. And so that is what I did. This chapter is just some background info on the reader. Basically it's about what happened between the fire situation in Connor's village and 1773 (If you know what happens the after the date this chapter is set, you'll know what i'm basing my next chapter on). Oh and sorry that this chapter isn't very long, the next one is hopefully going to be a little longer._**

**_Anyway enjoy :)_**

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**_Life Goes On_**

_December 15, 1773_

The brisk wind spread through Boston as the night drew nearer, the endless sky became relatively darker by the minute. Though not as lively as during the daytime, the nightlife of the city came alive with the drunkards swaying in each street. Your footsteps were large with the big strides you took, wanting desperately to reach home, away from the many flirtatious drunks that roamed the very cracks and corners of the city. Life in Boston was never short of opportunities, a list of the many things that were to be explored was in the heart of the city, waiting to be experienced. Yet, you had always stayed away from the many opportunities that were offered to you, not wanting to abandon your fathers business.

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13 years had passed since you last saw Ratonhnhaké:ton, and many unpleasant things had occurred. In 1761, your mother was mauled by a pack of malicious wolves, killing her with no mercy and leaving nothing but ripped up flesh and bone. You had watched with horrified eyes as you sat in a tree, feeling useless and afraid. Your Mother had made you climb that damned tree as soon as the pack had appeared. She defended you with her life. Your father had came after an hour of yours and your mothers disappearance, and saw the bloody pile on the floor and saw you clinging onto the tree for dear life. You watched as your father became nothing but a broken man on the snow blanketed ground. You were never the same after that very day. Each day was easier for you, as every warmth of the rising sun awoken you from your sleep, you had lost the feeling of pain and became numb.

It didn't help that Ratonhnhaké:ton had left without saying goodbye. No goodbye, not a word, nothing! No doubt if he was there, then the numbness would have never appeared. The pain would have subsided. But he wasn't there. He wasn't there to wipe away your tears and make you laugh. And for that, you were very angry with him. Even when many years had passed, your mind still went back to the day when Ratonhnhaké:ton had not arrived at the river. The rushing water filling your ears, almost driving you insane when after an hour, was the only thing you could hear. With dampened hopes, you had gone home. You went to the river a few times after that, but when Ratonhnhaké:ton had still not made an appearance, you finally gave up.

You missed the view of the Mohawk valley, you miss it's lush green meadows and the vast amount of trees that wrapped around the river and lakes of the valley. You also missed living in a quieter home within the forest. The beauty of the wilderness made you feel completely at home. You had left the enchanting wooden house that you grew up in, yet often you would go visit your old house, and memories of your life with your mother and father came flashing before your eyes. It made you smile. However, pain struck your heart as the wolves that attacked your mother came to your view. And soon enough, you left with a lump stuck in your tightened throat.

A year after the death of your mother, you and your father had moved to the city, with hope of a more safer and quieter life. The life of the city of Boston brightened your mood, and for a short time, made you happy again. Your father taught you how to fight as he thought that even a lady must be able to defend herself during rough times. Going into the forest, he taught you how to use a bow and arrow, within the house, he taught you how to use a sword, and far from the city life, he taught you how to shoot. But even with those skills, you had no use of them. No threats or offenses came your way within the city.

3 years later, you were just 9 when your father was diagnosed with pneumonia. You were given the job of giving him his medication and taking care of him while he was bedridden. Slowly withering away in the large double bed, you knew the pneumonia was deadly and had no doubt it would kill him. But you kept your hopes high for him. However all of that went to waste when on your 10th birthday, he sadly passed away. Now an orphan, you were sent to your Auntie Katherine to live with her until you were old enough to live on your own.

By the age of 16, your Auntie helped you buy the house under your own name, clean, and start up your fathers business again. Everything was running smoothy and finally you felt at peace. You felt you could live a normal life like everyone else.

Now the year was 1773, and finally 17, you felt like your life has calmed down from the previous life that you had. Hardly having a childhood, you knew you grew up too fast, and settling down was the best thing for you. Finally you felt at peace with yourself and with your past. The past was the past, and even though you cannot fully forget what had happened, you just accepted it.

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On that night, you finally arrived home. With the creak of the door that always made you cringe, you entered the candle lit house that you and your father had spent a few years within together. The candles flicked the flames that danced against the draught, and lit the room like the sunset on a clear day. With little energy, as the day was tiring as you worked, you closed the curtains, blocking out the view of the blackened skies and stars. Business at the general store was often quite busy and extremely tiring when orders arrive. Heavy lifting isn't your strongest point so when orders come, you always wished your father was there to help you. Or you wish you had a employee to do the heavy lifting for you. You had always considered employing someone to do all that.

Aches and pains caused you to become slow near the end of the day, and made you tired when you arrived home. When you sat on your favourite navy blue cushioned chair, you sighed in relief to the instant comfort and slowly drifted off into a deep slumber.

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**I will be starting the plot for the next chapter either tonight, tomorrow or Friday.**

**See you soon 3**


	3. The Tea Party

**Hey! **

**I wasn't going to put this on yet, but I didn't know what else to add so I put it on anyway. So this is a day after (during sequence 6). Like I said on the last chapter, if you know what events happened on which dates, you'll know whats coming. And there is finally some Connor x Reader interactions so ... yay! **

**Enjoy!**

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_**Chapter 3**_

_**December 16, 1773**_

Evening had came, and the seagulls were high in the darkened sky, squawking as they soared. You had just finished locking up the store after a hard day at work. Many customers had came in and more orders had been delivered. All which made you feel the aches and pains which you usually felt after the heavy lifting. But you enoyed your job, you always dreamed of continuing your fathers business and to finally be in his position behind the till, it was a dream come true. Ever since your fathers death, you were determined to not let one bit of the store be lost to ruin, so once you were old enough, you grabbed your chance. Business was running well, and you never looked back on your decision.

The sky held a darkened blue colour as you walked the streets towards the harbour, the sun almost gone beyond the horizon. Candle light lamps lit up the streets of Boston and a few passer bys greeted you either by removing their hat, by nodding their head or by a friendly smile. You were well known in the middle class area of Boston. Well known by the fact that you owned one of the most popular general stores in Boston. It was close to the harbour, so it was close to the busiest part of the city.

As you edged closer to the harbour, a roar of cheers and rioting reached your ears. Many people ran by you, heading towards the ships. Immediately, you were interested and headed towards the riot to see what everyone was so excited about. Boston was one for being busy, but you have never heard a riot so loud, or with so many people running to see what was going on, before. The crowd of people got thicker and with your hands, you gently pushed people aside to get to the front. Everyone crowded around a few ships, ships that held nothing more than crates of tea. The men aboard the ships, without any hesitation, dumped the tea into the sea below. In awe of their courage, you stood watch. You watched as the lobsterbacks came running on, trying desperately to stop the men, but failing as the men fought back. One man in particular had caught your eye. Dressed all in white, it was hard to miss him. His eyes were shadowed by a peaked hood, all the more reason that you were intrigued by him. He jumped from ship to ship, killing the guards without any effort. And then when possible, he threw the tea overboard. He was a truly magnificent figure.

Eventually, all the tea, except from one crate, were overboard. The remaining crate was given to the mysterious man. His hidden gaze was fixed on someone hidden from your view, and with a tilt of his head , the crate slipped from his hold into the sea. With that, the men strolled away from the harbour. The man in white pushed past the crowd, and when he reached near you, his eyes looked back at you as he brushed past. With a frown of confusion, your eyes followed his receding figure.

_What a strange man.._

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Walking back home had been quite nerve racking. The streets began to become violent with many people fighting, and red coats running in formation, to set locations to calm down the riots. But neither worked. In fact, the rioting became worse. The fights almost became blood baths, making you walk faster and searching desperately for a shortcut. You needed to get out of the streets. You headed down an alley, hidden by the shadows of the surrounding buildings, to try and avoid the craziness of the city that had erupted. But something made you feel much more on edge than when in the open space and close to the fighting that took place. You felt someone follow you. You felt the heaviness on your back as though being watched by hidden eyes. However, as you looked around, you saw no one. Looking past your shoulder, you failed to avoid the collision of your body and someone elses.

"O-oh I'm so sorry," You stuttered, and you tried to move around the figure, only to be stopped in your tracks by his outstretched arm. Almost knocking your head on his arm, you looked up, eyes enlarged by his actions. The mans eyes looked down at you, the look of hunger burned into your skin, causing you to take a few steps back, away from the man. But the distance did nothing as the man edged closer and closer to you, closing the space between you. You shivered at the feeling of his breath upon your skin. You wanted to scream, you wanted to run, but you froze as you were pinned against the wall.

"What a pretty, young lass we have here lads," His voice was flirtatious, yet sickening. It was the voice from the type of men you always tried to avoid. The 'lads' came out from behind a fence. All wearing working class clothes, mud smudged across their cheeks. Obviously they struggled to find money, just by the look and smell of them. You could not tell if they lived in houses or if they lived in the streets. The three men stood behind the first man, and glared at you, all eyes misted with nothing but hunger. Your heart began to race, thudding hard against your chest and your knees began to shake. You slowly put your shaky hand into your pocket and pulled out a purse full of coin.

"H-here, it's money you want right?" One of the men took the purse, the others smirked and chuckled at your offer. Their eyes remained on you, and gradually looked you up and down. You suddenly realised that it was, unfortunately, not money that they wanted. A hand grabbed your waist roughly and pushed you hard against the wall. A moist tongue licked slowly up your cheek, the smell of beer and rotten food made you want to gag as it blocked your nose away from any other scent. You knew you could defend yourself in such situations, but now that you were actually in a situation where defending yourself was compulsory, you lost all ability to put up a fight, despite your agonizing want to escape.

The mans hand placed itself upon your breast, massaging it with full pressure which caused nothing but pain, as he began to bite hard on your neck. Finally you found the courage to react, you tried as hard as possible to push him away from you but he smirked and pushed you harder against the wall.

"You're a feisty one! Hold still or else..." Without finishing his sentence, he continued to bite your neck, this time harder that you could feel your skin slowly starting to break. His other hand that pressed you against the wall came up and tore open the top of your dress, making easy access to your breasts. With that, you kneed him in the manhood and bolted away from the men. You ran as fast as your legs could carry you, which at that current moment, was not very fast as your legs turned like you were tackled to the floor without the chance of getting into the street. A piercing scream escaped your lips, hoping it would get someones attention. Your torn dress was lifted up your struggling legs and the men held you down, but failed to stop your kicking legs.

A white figure perched upon the building above, the wind cutting through the jacket he wore, causing it to sway in the wind, but you took no notice due to the situation you were in. The figure jumped down from the building, landing hard upon the ground below, a loud thud echoed in the alleyway as he landed. Then some of the men stood up to confront the figure. The men were no match for the figure, as their blood splattered from the hits of the tomahawk and the men fell one by one. How it ended? You did not know. Because soon, everything went black.

White light filtered through your eyes, and a groan of pain escaped your plump lips as your [eye colour] eyes adjusted to the brightness. Your eyes fluttered open and instantly, your hand came up to block out the beaming sun that came from the crack in the heavy curtains. Quickly, you looked around your room, noticing you were back home, your eyes stopping when a white figure caught your attention. Instantly you froze.

_Who is this man?_

The figure stood up, stretched out his muscly limbs and turned around to walk over to you, stopping in his tracks when he saw that you were finally awake. A small smile threatened his lips and he sat on the edge of the bed, next to where you laid.

"You're finally awake,"

"W-who are you?" You asked, unsure of how to react to the man, that you kept on seeing the other day, being in your room. You looked him up and down before slowly sitting up, only to reveal that you remained in your torn clothes. You looked down, sighing at the sight of one of your favourite dresses, torn. It was your mothers dress that had been kept by your father, she had worn it regularly for everyday use. It was a pale green and lacy dress. You distinctly remember your mother wearing it when you first met Ratonhnhaké:ton. Lifting the covers, you covered your chest from his eyes. As he noticed your actions, he looked away from you and looked at the white wall opposite himself.

"I'm someone who you should not be around, but seeming as you will probably never see me again, my name is Connor," He sighed and stood up from your crimson bed. Slowly, he looked over to you and nodded his head a little before heading towards the door. Soon, he disappeared, leaving you sat alone in the bed, a little confused as to why he was here or what even happened. Eventually, you broke out into a smile.

_Connor? I hope to see him again._

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**THE TEA PARTY WOOOO!**

**So I hope you enjoyed this chapter, I know I could have done better but I didn't know what to add on. So I thought Whatever I have put on, will have to do. **

**See you next time :3**


	4. The Escort

**Hey, it's been a while, i've been struggling on what to put on this chapter. It was mean't to be a little longer, but to concentrate better, I have spread it out into 2 chapters instead of 1. So I won't be so long with posting chapter 5. So yeah, I hope you enjoy this chapter and ... yeah.**

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**The Escort**

_**June 1774**_

6 months had passed since the terrifying experience you had endured, and since 'Connor' saved you from being horrifically raped by the men in the alley. You tried to turn a blind eye to the memory, but failed as each night, the memory hit you in your dreams, and never failed to make you shudder as the unfamiliar hands fought for pleasure. It was the most daunting moment of your life, and you were thankful that Connor had saved you just in time, before it got any worse than it did.

It was a normal Saturday morning in the market close to the church. Seagulls circled the spire. Some rested on the cross, squawking at the others whilst the warmth of the beaming sun heated their feathers. Down below on the muck ridden floor, was the sight of civilization at it's finest. You strolled past each stall, breathing in each scent of meat, fruit and spices that had your mouth watering with want. Once you reached your favourite stall, you stopped, wide eyed at the magnificent quality of the fresh fruit. Mango, Pineapple, Bananas, all in which made your stomach groan. The stall owner gleamed at your presence.

"Good Morning [name], you're lookin' mighty fine on a day like this,"

"Why thank you George," You grinned back and looked down at your attire. You wore a dark green and white dress that was tight fitting around your waist and flowed downward like a waterfall to the ground. It had mid length sleeves that had a slight frill to the ends. The sun was smoldering on that morning, and so you wore little undergarments as possible.

"So then, what might I tempt you with lass?"

"Something refreshing," With a nod of his head, he pointed to the box filled with kiwi, and waited your response. With a smile, you nodded and gave him the money. You loved going about the market, because everyday, different batches of fresh food and mysteries became available, and you loved to explore. Exploring was what you were best at, thats how you ended up at the Mohawk Valley when you first met Ratonhnhaké:ton.

You continued around the other stalls, looking at the materials for making clothes, feeling the soft cotton. Interested in a baby blue fabric, you picked it up to inspect it. You were oblivious of the approaching figure until he gripped your forearm tight and pulled you away.

"H-hey! You need to pay for that!" the woman at the stall yelled as you got dragged away. Furious that you were pulled away from a nice time of browsing, you turned your head to scowl at the man. But as soon as you saw the white outfit, your eyes enlarged and you obeyed. He finally released you from his iron grip, a slight wince escaped your lips. And you looked up at Connor.

"I thought you said I would probably never see you again?" You said with a slight raise of one eyebrow. You could feel his eyes burning into yours even though you could not see them. As though ignoring your question, with a sudden lashing movement of his arm, he pointed to 3 lobsterbacks that were next to one of the stalls that you had browsed at.

"I see you failed to notice that you had been watched that entire time," Your mouth fell open slightly as the fact hit you hard. You have always been on the guards good side, and to now be watched by them, was nerve racking. Slowly, you turned back to Connor, your eyes not meeting his as you tried to dig deep into your mind to figure out why they would be watching you, but nothing shone bright.

"STOP HER, THIEF! SHE'S A THIEF!" The sudden shout pulled you from your thought and your head whipped around, to be met with guards heading towards you and Connor. The sound of bolting feet reached your ears, you looked down to find what you supposedly stole, and there gripped tight between your fingers was the blue fabric. Desperately, you turned to Connor, your face pleading for help. The footsteps got closer and shouts from the guards now seemed much closer, causing your heart to race. With a sigh, Connor took hold of the fabric and flung it towards the guards. The cloth unraveled and distracted the lobsterbacks, allowing the two of you to escape.

His large hand held you tight as he sped through the alleys with you struggling behind him. He was faster than you were, and so it was much harder to keep up. He moved with such ease and speed, that you began to realise just how unfit you were compared to Connor. You were panting and your legs began to hurt. The sound of the shouts were slowly fading, and as you looked behind your shoulder, you saw the guards slowly getting further and further away. Eventually they disappeared from your view, and you released a sigh of utter relief.

Connor escorted you home, after seeing that you were struggling to breath and you still held the basket of food. He took the basket from your hand and carried it until the two of you had reached your house. Glad to be home, you gave a small smile to yourself. You were about to go inside but realised that Connor had done all that for you. He helped you twice already, one when you almost got raped (which immediately made you shiver just at the thought of it), and two with that mornings incident. He even went to the lengths of helping you escape from the red coats. For that, you were thankful. You turned around to face him and took a deep breath.

"I'd um... I'd like to thank you for what you are doing for me. B-but... why?"

"Why what?" He asked, his head tilted slightly as he questioned you.

"Why do you keep helping me?" Connor fell silent, and he looked away from you as though he could not look at you. As though he didn't want you to know something. As though...

Your brows furrowed as you saw the gleam of his eyes, capturing you and endearing you to look further. Craning your neck, you caught the sight of familiar deep brown, warming eyes which turned towards you and your heart skipped a beat. His eyes were the ones that you use to treasure, the ones that you had missed for many many years. Your [e/c] eyes widened and without any hesitation, you lifted your arm, pulling up the hood slightly to reveal his hidden face.

"Ratonhnhaké:ton?!" Turning crimson with anger, you slowly backed away from him. You could feel your face heat up and you wanted to hit him so much. But in the back of your mind, you knew you should be happy, and you were. Not having seen this boy (or should you say 'man') in over 13 years, you weren't going to kid yourself, you missed him so much. However, you could not keep the anger cooped up inside and it finally burst out from you lips.

"Where the hell have you been? 13 years Ratonhnhaké:ton! 13 god forsaken years since I last saw you!" Ratonhnhaké:ton looked around in a panic to your rage and quickly pulled you inside your house. Once he shut the door, he pulled down his hood and his heart warming eyes rested upon yours, and it finally clicked that hes been through hell. His eyes held the events and emotions of the past few years, and the anger faded slightly.

"I'm sorry [name], I shouldn't have disappeared like I did without an explanation..."

"I was so alone and you left so easily,"

"I know, it's just..." He froze, his head dipped and every emotion poured out of him in one go. Quickly, you took a step to him and wrapped your arms around his neck, and pulled him into an embrace. You could feel his hesitation, until finally, his own arms were around you, pulling you even closer. A moment had gone by and Ratonhnhaké:ton was the one to pull away. You looked him up to see the changes of puberty that had blessed him. He was no doubt a very attractive man now. His features were striking, his body was very toned and strong, yet his eyes never changed. They were soft and captivating. You noticed that he was doing the same to you. He was smiling as he saw the changes that happened to you, which he missed over the years.

"S-so Ratonhnhaké:ton, why did you never come to the river again?" With a deep sigh, he gently took your hand and pulled you beside the fire where he sat down on a cushioned chair, and you did the same. He stared into the fire that blazed and lit the whole room in a warming glow. The flames crackled and danced along the burning wood.

"I went to see you one morning, but you were not there, so I went back to my village. I played hide and seek in the woods with the other kids in the village, however as it was my turn to hide, someone attacked me. Someone called Charles Lee. He ... no... his men knocked me out, and when I woke up, my village was on fire. I tried to save my mother, she was trapped under rubble, but It was too late..." He trailed off, his mind flashing back to the memory that always haunted him.

"I'm so sorry about your loss,"

"There is nothing for you to apologize for, Charles Lee is the one who should be apologizing, and I intend to avenge my mother for his actions,"

"What will you do?" When Ratonhnhaké:ton rested his eyes upon you, he noticed that you were on the edge of your seat. He sighed, and then sat back in the chair.

"[name], I am going to tell you everything, I trust you with my past," Ratonhnhaké:ton went on explaining about the spirit that had turned him into an eagle and told him about the destruction of the earth and his village. He went on about how he went out to seek Achilles and how he became an assassin, also about his father, Haytham, the grand master of the Templars. It was all intriguing, but terrifying for you to hear. You never knew such people existed, Assassins, Templars. You were even surprised to hear that Ratonhnhaké:ton had turned to the side of the assassins. When he had finished, you shook your head in disbelief.

"You have witnessed some terrible things,"

"More than anyone should see in a lifetime," He rose from his seat, standing tall in his place. Slowly, you stood up and look down at the fire, the heat hit your face like a punch. Ratonhnhaké:ton took a step closer to you, and placed a strong hand on your shoulder, which caused you to turn your head to look at him.

"Would you like to accompany me to Achilles' house?" A gleaming smile appeared on your face, and without any hesitation, you nodded. Something about meeting Achilles was exciting yet nerve racking. He helped Ratonhnhaké:ton become the man he was now, a killer.

"Meet me outside when your ready," He disappeared outside, leaving you alone with your thoughts. Everything came rushing at you at once. Everything including Ratonhnhaké:ton with a hidden identity as an assassin. He even had another name. Connor Kenway. Haytham Kenway was his father, and the grand master of the Templars. You were positive you have heard that name before. You were going to meet the man who trained Ratonhnhaké:ton. And for that, you were nervous. You had no clue what he would think of you. You were merely a helpless girl to the eyes of men such as assassins. Immediately you gripped your hair tight between your fists. With a deep breath, you closed your eyes and tried to calm yourself down. Once calm, you headed outside and saw that Ratonhnhaké:ton had a horse ready. His hood was up and his face was shadowed.

"Ready?" A nod was all it took for him to smile his white grin and stretch out his arm for you to take his hand. His smile lured you to obey, his hand adding to the dominance that radiated off him. He wasn't going to let you go out of his sight just yet, not until he has fully explained, and not until he can get you to understand fully so that you trusted him. You gave in to the little pushes in your mind that urged you to obey, so you took his hand and he helped you on the brown horse, before getting on behind you and grabbing the reins. A slight blush heated your cheeks at the closeness between the two of you.

A kick was sent to the sides of the horse, and the horse jolted forward as you and Connor headed for the growing wonders of the Homestead. The ride was long and tiring, but never short of amazement as you had never been away from the busy sights of Boston. You had never explored the wilderness of the Frontier since before your father had died, and so you had forgotten it's magic. The sounds of the creatures that belonged to the forest and the smell of the earth made a smile creep on your face. Memories of your old life came flooding back, but as soon as the nightmare that hit you occasionally came to mind, it sent a shiver down your spine and a hard lump in your throat appeared. Connor had felt your sudden shiver and change of mood, but decided not to question you.

"I hope Achilles likes me,"

"I'm sure he will," Connor replied under his breath, he was positive that the old man would like you. With the way you kept up with him when you were being chased, he knew he could make the most out of you. That was if you were willing.

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**I won't be so long with posting the next chapter, so see you soon ;)**


	5. The Opportunity To Kill

_Hi again, sorry for the extremely long wait. I had a bit of a problem and had to go into hospital and I don't tend to go on this website much anymore so I don't update as regularly as I should. If you want faster updates then follow me on wattpad. My username is chloe_kenway. Sorry for any inconvenience. I haven't abandoned this story because it is probably the best story I have wrote so far._

_Anyway, hope you enjoy this chapter :3_

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**The Opportunity To Kill**

You enlightened yourself with the view of the Homestead from the top of the cliff. It was very cozy and peaceful looking from such a height. Many people, yet not as much as in Boston, roamed the settlement and went along with their daily lives. In your daze, you failed to notice the hooves that advanced toward you. A slight cough was heard which finally caught your attention making you turn. As you did, you saw a hand stretched out towards you by Ratonhnhaké:ton who was already upon the horse. Immediately you took his hand and he effortlessly pulled you up in front of him, he didn't let go of your waist until you was steady and ready to ride.

The path down was peaceful, the sun beamed down on the two of you and many sailors walked about the path down to the Homestead. As soon as you began to come among the locals, many people began greeting Ratonhnhaké:ton as you went by, with both a smile and a cheerful 'afternoon' that was sent his way. You could feel the warm welcome of the Homestead, everyone was relaxed and the forest that surrounded the houses seemed to hug you, calming your nerves that troubled you during the journey there. A small smile threatened your lips.

Hidden by trees, the large manor sat, tall and grand. The closer you got, the more it came into your view. Grand as it was on the outside, you wondered exactly what it would be like to walk the halls and stand in the rooms of such a place. Ratonhnhaké:ton led the horse to the stables, where a bubbly dog came trotting over and sat with its tail wagging. With little effort, Ratonhnhaké:ton slid off the horse, then turned and stretched out his arms towards you, grabbed your waist and he helped you down from the horse's back. As soon as your feet touched the ground, his hands slid from your waist and he turned, advancing with strides of immeasurable amounts towards the entrance of the house. Your delicate feet wearily trotted behind with uncertainty, every step closer urged your nervousness to regain control over you. With a click of the lock, the door inched wider and wider and halted to a stop.

"After you," Ratonhnhaké:ton's eyes were fixated on yours as he held the door open for you to enter. Your eyes highlighted the fitful emotions that ran through your mind. The Homestead was beautiful, peaceful and not at all what you thought it would be like, if anything, it was better. Ratonhnhaké:ton... or shall you say 'Connor', had came back into your life again. Your life felt almost whole. But something was missing. Something deep inside you felt as though something that can be part of your life was missing and was leaving a small hole in your heart. What was making you nervous was that you felt it was right to enter the house and face whatever was going to happen. You felt it was right to prove yourself to Achilles, and you were afraid that you were to be rejected by him for some unknown reason and that hole in your heart would never be filled. Slowly, you looked up at Ratonhnhaké:ton for encouragement. He noticed and put his masculine hand on your shoulder, giving you a light shake and a nod.

A smile faintly crossed your lips and with a deep breath, you took a step through the doorway into the house. Your eyes wondered the hall, and wondered up the stairs that lead to the second floor. It was a very simplistic house, plain with only a few decorations. Yet the place had character, and it was not at all flashy in anyway. The smile that threatened you before found it's way to your lips, the house was cozy, and pretty much what you expected from someone like Ratonhnhaké:ton. Ratonhnhaké:ton closed the door as he entered and watched you as your wondering gaze led your feet further into the house. However, once the old voice of the man sat in the cushioned chair spoke, you were brought down to reality and the calmness disappeared.

"Connor? Is that you boy?"

"Yes old man, my friend is here too,"

The warmth of Ratonhnhaké:ton's hand on yours made your cheeks flush. He pulled you into the bedroom of Achilles who was located in front of a crackling fire that roared against the draught in the house. The colour of his skin did not fail to surprise you, as people with black skin were known to be slaves unless they were granted their freedom. With the house that he lived in, no doubt he was a man of some sort of wealth or used to be at least. The old man turned his head and looked over you with his scanning eyes, trying to read everything about you through your appearance. His eyes then wondered back up to look into your eyes, and he gave a faint smile.

"My, you must have been travelling a while, please sit down," He gestured to a seat near the table and you picked it up, placing it opposite Achilles next to the fire. Ratonhnhaké:ton took the other free chair and sat down so his chest was against the back of it. Achilles' hand stretched out towards you which you took and you both shook each others hands.

"My name is Achilles, and you are?"

"I'm [Full Name]," you said, and a smile followed after.

"Ah and where about are you from?"

"See... I used to live near the Kanian:keh region, but after my mother died me and my father moved to Boston. I have lived there ever since," you looked down a little, the memory of your mother and father's death came flooding back, usually it didn't bother you that much to talk about them but today it hit a little harder than you intended. You felt a light touch on your shoulder as Ratonhnhaké:ton placed his hand there to comfort you.

"Ah I'm sorry for your loss. That must have been hard losing both your parents at such a young age," you replied with a mere shrug and Ratonhnhaké:ton hand was returned to himself as he listened to the conversation.

"And how did you two meet?" Achilles asked and gestured between Ratonhnhaké:ton and yourself. You looked towards Ratonhnhaké:ton and he spoke first.

"It was about 13 years ago when I lived in my village. I was 4 years old. Me and [name] met at the river near the edge of the valley and since then we began to see each other almost everyday. Everyday until my village was attacked and my mother died, I didn't return to the river, and I never saw [name] again. Up until I saw her when I was dumping Johnson's tea. I noticed her immediately..." Ratonhnhaké:ton drifted from his little story and stared into your eyes. His own eyes contained sorrow and was deep with apology. But you couldn't keep his eyes for long as for your cheeks began to burn, so quickly you looked down to the floor. Achilles watched with a smirk as he saw the connection between the two of you.

"Ah I see," the silence was broken by the old man's voice. Ratonhnhaké:ton's eyes finally left yours and looked towards the man, giving you the feeling of relief. His eyes felt heavy on you, you could feel the past pressing down upon you. The time you spent together, the relationship you had built. It all piled on. And as he spoke of the past to Achilles, you were took back in time to the time you were once happy, and probably the only time until recently. Meeting Ratonhnhaké:ton once again was like reliving your past. It surely was enlightening. You were in a daze for quite some time that you had missed the conversation that had occurred between the old man and Ratonhnhaké:ton.

"How about it [name]?" Achilles asked you, which caught you off guard.

"Huh?"

"Join our fight? You have potential,"

"Potential?" you asked, a little confused. You realised that you missed quite a lot during your daze. Luckily, Ratonhnhaké:ton stepped in and explained.

"When we were running from the guards, you kept up with me, and I saw your strength when you pushed away the man in the alleyway. You have some fight in you, some good self defence-"

"-which is why we want you to join our fight, the more people we have fight alongside the brotherhood, the better... I'm assuming Connor explained who the brotherhood are?" you nodded, now you fully understood what they were asking you, but you were not sure if you were ready for what fighting alongside the brotherhood mean't. You saw the way Ratonhnhaké:ton fought, he was flawless. He had the strength and the guts. Whereas for yourself, you had never even killed a man before. You wanted to help, but you were scared for what joining them may bring. But if you didn't help, would that mean the hole in your heart would remain?

"I...I-"

"Ratonhnhaké:ton! Ratonhnhaké:ton!" The door slammed open, a native voice followed after in what seemed to be very desperate. Ratonhnhaké:ton's brows furrowed, recognising the voice and the urgency within it. He stood from his chair and made his way towards his childhood friend Kanen'tó:kon, who was now grown up and much more mature.

"Kanen'tó:kon? Why are you here? Has something happened?" Ratonhnhaké:ton sounded worried, which immediately made you worried because you knew something was wrong. You stood from your chair and followed behind Ratonhnhaké:ton. Achilles eventually came up from behind you and put his hand on your back.

"William Johnson has returned - with all the money required to buy our land. He meets with the elders as we speak. I have begged them to resist. But I fear he shall have his way unless you intervene-"

"-how is this possible?! We destroyed the tea!" You were taken back by the anger in Ratonhnhaké:ton voice, it was the voice of someone who was passionate about something, and of course, the village was his home. But to hear the passion in his voice, was one you never expected to hear. It showed the side of Ratonhnhaké:ton you had never seen before. Achilles' hand slid away from your back and he stepped out in front of you.

"The templars are nothing if not resourceful. You should have heeded my warning." Even though Achilles' spoke, Ratonhnhaké:ton took no notice. He kept his back turned from the old man and focused on his native friend who was stood before him.

"Please, you have to stop him," pleaded Kanen'tó:kon, the passion was within him too, but the anger was not there to surprise you. In fact, you could understand his desperation. You could sympathize with him.

"Of course!" Ratonhnhaké:ton began to follow his friend out of the house, but quickly you called his name. Your voice caused him to stop in his tracks and turn to look at you. When he saw your worried face, he took big strides until he was a few inches away from you. His hands rested upon your shoulders and he looked deep into your eyes.

"Don't worry, I will be back as soon as this is sorted. For now, relax here with Achilles and think about the proposition that came forth in our conversation. If you want to go back home, then feel free to take a horse..." he stared into your eyes for a while before he made a move. He leaned forward and kissed your forehead softly, his lips lingering before he backed away a little.

"I will be back soon," the manly hands that rested on your shoulders fell off and Ratonhnhaké:ton was soon out the door. Even though you knew he would be just fine, seeming as he was experienced with being an assassin and with all of the assassinations, however you still worried for his safety. In fact, you worried so much that you decided to stay in the Homestead until Ratonhnhaké:ton came back from his little mission.

That night Achilles organised you with some fresh clothes for both night and day, and he helped you settle in Ratonhnhaké:ton's room while he was away. The bed sheets were strange to be covered by. Ratonhnhaké:ton scent surrounded you, the pillow had his scent, the sheets had his scent. That specific scent helped you fall asleep that night, even though dread swam in your mind.

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_Okay so before this chapter has finished, I would like to take this opportunity to tell everyone that I have deleted my other story that was on this website as I feel like I have made the storyline very messed up. Seeming as it was my first fanfiction, I did not like it at all, it was very unprofessional. Instead, I am replacing it with my new story that I have began writing which is called Cunning Scheme Of Love which is a Sherlock/OC/Moriarty fanfiction. With the progress I have made, I am quite happy with it, so I am going to put it on this website without any hesitation!_

_Also, I have began with another fanfiction based on Assassin's Creed 4 Black Flag. So look out for it._

_Thanks :)_


	6. Hostile Negotiations

_**Before we start, I would like to apologise about the title of this chapter, I was being pretty lazy.**_

_**Short chapter because I didn't know what else to write besides what I had already written. I will be able to think more when I do the next chapters during the day rather than at night.**_

_**Anyway, enjoy :3**_

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**Hostile Negotiations**

Gun shots roared through the sky like a roll of thunder. Just one gun shot was needed to start the fight between the Red coats and the Natives, and to make Johnstone flee for his life. Connor, standing on top of a building opposite from the house, scaled down and bolt through the chaos that continued on. Bloodied bodies lay on the floor lifeless, surrounded by red. Soldiers noticed that Connor was heading towards the fleeing man, so they ran after him but could not match his impossible speed.

Dodging the trees in the vast forest, Connor was hidden from the red coats and from Johnstone's line of sight. Johnstone thought he was safe as he neared the shore. But he felt a heavy weight push him hard to the Earthy ground when Connor launched himself off the cliff above and pierced his blade into Johnstone's back. Through his struggled last breaths, he managed to speak as Connor circled his dying body.

"Oh no. What have you done?"

"Ensured an end to your schemes. You sought to claim these lands for the Templars..." Connor sharply answered, pointing around to the forest that surrounded them both.

"Aye. That we might protect them! Do you think that good King George lies awake at night hoping no harm comes to his native subjects? Or that the people of the city care one whit about them? Oh, sure, the colonists are happy to trade when they need food or shelter or a bit of extra padding for their armies. But when the walls of the city constrict - when there's crops that need soil - when there's..." Johnstone stopped to catch his breath, his body quickly beginning to fail on him.

"...when there's no more enemy to fight - we'll see how kind the people are then." He watched as Connor knelt down on one knee, his eyes full of distaste.

"The colonists have no quarrel with the Iroquois,"

"Not yet. But they will. 'Tis the way of the world. In time, they'll turn. I... I could have stopped it. I could have saved you all." He frowned with his voice shaken by the feeling of failure. But Connor was having none of it.

"You speak of salvation, but you were killing them," Connor leaned forward, his voice sharp with anger towards the man lying on the ground.

"Aye. Because they would not listen! And so, it seems, neither will you..." His head fell to the ground and his last breath had ended. Connor rose from his crouch and sighed.

"May the Faceless One grant you the peace you claim to seek,"

Shouts reached Connor's eagle like ears and he saw many armed men heading his way, gaining speed as they advanced down the hill towards the shore. Immediately, he began to bolt over to the shimmering water, but before he could get into a boat, he was confronted by some guards who pointed their muskets towards him.

Out came his tomahawk, which he grasped tightly into his hands and swung for one guard who went down with one hit. The other guard managed to stab Connor in his thigh before he, too, was dead by the swing of Connor's deadly tomahawk.

The shouts from behind got louder, and now, with a limp, Connor paddled into the water, pushing the boat further into the unsettled lake, climbed in and rowed to the other side of the lake. Muskets were fired towards him, missing him by inches.

With great effort, Connor made it to the other side of the lake, where he met Kanen'tó:kon.

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3 days had passed and you remained within the comforts of the Homestead. You had helped Achilles maintaining the house, the horses and the Homestead while Ratonhnhaké:ton was not there to lend a hand. Slowly, you were getting to know the locals, and had eventually achieved to gain a good morning or good afternoon from them whenever you walked by.

You had began to wonder what Ratonhnhaké:ton was up to and if he was safe. 3 days wasn't a long time but you still worried. You still wanted to know if he was coming back in one piece or not. Also, you wanted to discuss the proposition with him. You were unsure of what to do, so you decided to just turn down the proposition as you didn't want to leave with a reputation and to never be able to go back to your father's store again. You would help if needed but you would not fight for their cause.

Night had drawn in, and Achilles had already fallen asleep in his normal spot, within his armchair. Gently, you shook Achilles and guided him to bed before making your own way up towards Ratonhnhaké:ton's bedroom. You changed into your night gown, brushed your hair, then slipped into bed where you fell into a light sleep. Many creeks and groans from the house echoed through the halls. A light touch from a hand rested on your cheek which woke you up gradually. You eyes fluttered open to be met with the sight of a weak looking Ratonhnhaké:ton. His usually bright eyes were now dull and weak. His body was arched as if he was in pain. A smile was on his face but it was one that tried to hide his apparent pain from you.

"Ra-Ratonhnhaké:ton, what happened?" You said as you sat up and your eyes looked over his body taking note of the amount of blood that covered his normally white jacket. Your eyes particularly focused on the large patch of blood on his thigh and you knew immediately that he was not ok.

You rushed up from the bed and led him to the chair next to the fire. You rushed around the house as you grabbed all the necessary things to clean his bloody wound. When you walked back in, you were carrying a pale of water, a cloth and bandages.

"Please [name] this is nothing,"

"Nothing? You are bleeding and the wound looks deep, obviously this isn't nothing," you got down on her knees in front of him and got to work with cleaning the wound. You dipped the cloth into the water and placed it over his wounded leg. Though it hurt him, he didn't react.

"What happened?" you asked as you kept your eyes on cleaning his wound, but you could feel his eyes watching you work. He watched your hands as they gently pressed against the cloth on his upper thigh, and he watched as you then began to wrap the bandage around his thigh to ensure that it did not get infected.

"Johnstone and the English soldiers were willing to kill the men of my village, they were about to shoot them. But they saw me and my men attac-"

"Not that... this. This wound," you eyes raised to meet his and quickly you looked away.

"Oh... nothing,"

"Obviously it's not nothing if your bleeding quite badly,"

"Hm," with a sigh, you tied the bandage, then looked up at him with your [e/c] eyes. The two of you gazed into each others eyes for a few seconds before either of you spoke.

"I'm just glad your back safely," your voice was slightly shaky and you looked down as you could feel your cheeks burn. A long finger gently lifted your chin up to make you look into his eyes. His eyes were intense with desire as they flickered under the flames of the fire. Your whole body inched closer to his as the gap between the two of you slowly got smaller. You could feel his heavy breath against your mouth until it hitched as the door to the room opened and in came a groggy Achilles.

"Who are you talking to... oh, my apologise," Achilles awkwardly rushed out the room noticing what the two of your were about to do. You then pulled away from Ratonhnhaké:ton and picked up the pale of water and cloth, taking it back to where it was before. You could feel yourself fluster as his finger lingered under your chin, you could still feel the tingling of his sweet breath upon your lips, you could almost taste him. It was a true shame that Achilles walked in when he did, because right now, you were wanting more. As soon as you came back you saw that he remained in the chair, staring into the burning flames that danced in the fireplace.

"Why don't you try and go to sleep?" he responded with a small nod before pushing himself up with his muscular arms and he began to undress himself. You didn't realise what he was doing until you turned around and saw him shirtless in front of you. Immediately you looked away and your eyes enlarged. However, you couldn't help but slowly peak over your shoulder to peer at his bare back, so smooth yet defined with his almighty muscles that shaped his back. His copper skin was heart melting and you just wanted to run your hands down to feel every curve of his back. Shaking your head, you turned back around and once you heard the creak of the bed, you walked over to the other side and climbed in. You knew you wouldn't be able to sleep, not with who was sleeping beside you for the night. Not when you had almost kissed.


	7. Vacancy

This is quite a short chapter but stuff it im quite proud of myself for this. It went better than I had expected. I will be posting the next chapter hopefully in a few weeks time.

Anyway, morning after the ALMOST kiss ('m sorry for making Achilles a cock block, but it was very well needed) and yeah see what Achilles has to say about what he witnessed ;)

Enjoy x

Vacancy

Your eyes fluttered open as the beams of the sun shone bright through the windows. With a gentle grunt, you stretched and noticed that the part of the bed beside you was vacant, cold as no body was there to keep it warm. A sigh escaped your lips knowing that Ratonhnhaké:ton was not there and you felt a certain chill run down your spine as though you felt empty and cold from his absence. Last night lingered in your mind, which caused you to lack sleep. Bags under your eyes were evident as were the dark circles. You do not know what got into you, as the kiss was not exactly wanted, but you were desperate. Desperate for the intimacy, for the warmth that it would bring. And your constant worry for him through those three days had made what was about to happen needed. But the more you thought about it, the more it brought forth the warmth in your heart.

Eventually you rose from the bed and slipped on your clothes. A white blouse, black trousers with some distressed leather boots hung on your figure almost perfectly. Before you could make your way down the stairs to the ground level of the manor, you heard a heated discussion between Ratonhnhaké:ton and Achilles. You froze midway down the steps and listened carefully.

"Connor, if you proceed to go about building a relationship with [name], then you will risk her life as well as your own," the old man's voice raised slightly as he confronted against your actions last night.

"Like I said before, I'm not trying to build a relationship with her. It was just the heat of the moment." Ratonhnhaké:ton protested, his voice hardened through each word.

"Didn't seem like that to me," There was a sudden hesitation for Ratonhnhaké:ton to reply, and when he did, his voice seemed uncomfortable as though he did not want to be there.

"Do you think she will joi-"

"Did you really think that a woman her age who has had a peaceful life would want to join our cause which would only lead to pain?" Achilles' voice turned quiet, his anger still evident in his voice even though they changed the subject. Ratonhnhaké:ton was silent after that. The conversation knocked you back slightly, you didn't expect to hear your decision put into words. It sounded so wrong. You hadn't told any of the men yet, but you were not surprised that they knew already that you were going to decline the proposition.

You took that as an opportunity to make your way down the remaining steps, each step you took received an unsatisfactory groan from the stairs. Hesitantly, you entered the kitchen where the two men were. Achilles was sat at the table eating bread and jam while Ratonhnhaké:ton was stood by the window, his back coldly turned away from the old man. Your appearance had made their eyes turn to look at you, and you stood awkwardly in the doorway. Their eyes remained locked onto your form as you took a light inhale before speaking.

"I'm sorry to tell you that I have to decline your offer. But I can guess that you knew I would do so anyway..." Your voice trailed off as you thought about the hole that remained in your heart. You couldn't understand why it was there and why you felt that joining to brotherhood would fulfill it. But you knew you were doing what you knew was right. Achilles carefully stood up, his hands rested on the table to keep himself steady.

"Don't be sorry, my child. We should not have expected such a big thing from you even though you have only just arrived at the Homestead,"

"I hope you don't mind but I think I'll be heading back home as soon as I am ready," Immediately you caught Ratonhnhaké:ton's attention, and his head swivelled around to fix his eyes onto yours. His eyes were unreadable as though he was blocking out his emotions from you. A flush of guilt washed over you, but you had to go back sooner or later.

You strapped your pack of clothing and some food and water onto the saddle of the steed that Ratonhnhaké:ton had prepared for you. It took you a while to get your things together and say goodbye to Achilles, but by mid day you were ready to go. You took a step back from tightening the staps of the saddle and looked around at the Homestead ahead of you. You loved the few days you had spent here, and you were sure you would visit again soon. You loved the sense of freedom that you felt whenever you roamed along the path into the settlement, and you loved the true beauty of nature this part of the land possessed.

Eyes were felt on your form as you took in the scenery, which made your head turn to look over your shoulder. Ratonhnhaké:ton was slowly walking over to you, dressed in his white attire that you had seen him in many times. You turned your body as he stopped in front of you, his eyes scanned over your face. With your eyes, you fixed onto his ebony eyes and caught his full attention when you finally spoke.

"Thank you for bringing me here, It's been refreshing to see such a beautiful settlement,"

"You're welcome, are you sure you do not want me to escort you home?" He offered, his brows furrowed in question and concern for your safety. You were flattered but you knew you would be perfectly fine. So with a smile, you shook your head and pulled him into an embrace, your arms locking around his neck. You could feel his arms immediately wrap around your waist, pulling you closer slightly. A moment had passed and you were the one to pull away. Swiftly, you climbed onto the horse and gave the native one last glance before kicking the horses side, and clicking your tongue, causing it to trot away from where he stood.

Seeing the Homestead pass before your eyes gave you a flutter of regret. Though you knew you were coming back soon, you just didn't want to leave yet. Soon you was in the wilderness of the forest, a peaceful serenity washed over you as you felt carefree along with the bobbing of the horses trot. Boston was a few hours away, hopefully it would be this tranquil throughout the journey, you thought.

Ratonhnhaké:ton watched as you and the horse descended away from his sight and a sigh escaped his lungs. With big strides he made his way back towards the manor and once inside, he sat at the desk with the record of the Homestead incomes. He tried to concentrate on doing some work but even though he pushed out every thought, he still couldn't push out the feeling that if you went home, then something bad was going to happen.


	8. Burned To Ashes

_Okay so I felt the need to make this extremely short because it's quite an emotional scene, so yeah. Enjoy!_

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**Burned To Ashes**

Cushioned chairs were torn to shreds and thrown across the room. Paintings were smashed with glass shards scattered across the floor. Almost all your clothes were burned to ash. Fresh tears filled your eyes in despair.

Nothing.

Nothing was left of your beloved home.

You tread across your house carefully and looked around at the destruction that had been made. With a blink of your eyes, your tears fell down your cheeks and your knees buckled beneath you. A flood of unruly desire for revenge overwhelmed your being. But you internally shook your head clear of that thought as you knew that it would not be the answer. In fact, it would end up with you being killed. You knew that you were no match against men with the capability of death.

Your hands squeezed the crumpled piece of paper that you held. Before you entered the door to your home, you noticed the note on the door. Neat handwriting with words with the meaning of annihilation were scrawled upon it.

_Harbour the criminal _

_Suffer the consequences_

Now you knew from just those words who it may have been. Either the red coats or vigilantes. But how did they know where you lived? As you remained on the ground, your eyes widened.

"The store!"

With such speed, you rose and bound for the door, descending to your father's general store. You had an undying feeling that something bad had happened to it.

Darkened smoke filled the air and as you rounded the corner to the street that held the shop, a resounding scream rippled from your throat. Roaring fires of hell crackled through the scorching wood, making it crumble under it's weakening structure. People gathered around in panic and confusion, watching as the most popular store and its owner fell into tiny pieces. Someone came over and wrapped their arms around your sobbing form, a familiar adult voice spoke in your ear soothingly.

"Come my child, there is nothing you can do to save it now," Your Auntie Katherine helped you and led you to her house not too far away.

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You were not blessed with sleep that night, as terror flooded your dreams. As you woke up, your arms wrapped around your exhausted form, longing for Ratonhnhaké:ton's arms to be around you like they had that night before you came back to Boston. You felt safe in his arms. Safe and secure. Now you felt tense and on edge.

That night your Auntie Katherine told you about the up rise of guards patrolling the area whilst you were away. And because of that, she warned you to be careful if you deemed to walk the streets.

With that said, you trudged along the terrain of Boston, rounding corners with caution. When you finally arrived back at home, you entered and began to rummage around the rubble, in hope to revive stuff like clothes or precious valuables. You found a few dresses still in tact and your mothers ring, but nothing else had remained. With a sigh, you stood in the middle of your bedroom, inspecting your mothers engagement ring. Your father gave it to you after your mother had died.

_"I'm sure your mother would want you to keep it safe for her,"_

Since then, you kept it safe. It was a relief when you found it untouched.

A creak from your bedroom door triggered your panic and you back up against a cabinet, your eyes wide with fright. However, when you noticed that it was Ratonhnhaké:ton, your face crumpled and you ran into his arms. Immediately, one arm wrapped around your waist and the other on the back of your head, keeping you close and in the protection of his arms. He looked around in disbelief as he saw the work the men had done.

"It's okay, I'm here now," He whispered in your ear as your fresh new tears stained his white robes.


	9. Affinity

**Affinity**

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You refused to sit around the Davenport Manor wallowing up in your sorrow, so for the past week or so, you had helped around the Homestead. Even during the beating sun or the harshest winds, you helped out at the farm or you collected supplies for the tavern. Usually the jobs were chasing after escapee chickens or harvesting some of the crops that were fully grown and ready to be used.

It temporarily took your mind off the memory of your burning store, but as soon as you were alone in the manor, your mind went into turmoil. So you drowned yourself in work just to keep your mind away from reminding yourself what had happened.

Achilles always looked at you with concern and shook his head. And when Ratonhnhaké:ton gets home late at night and sees you still up and busy, he would always try and force you to go to your room that he had prepared for you. You would obey obviously, seeming as your eyes threatened to shut tight and you found it hard to focus. Also, getting to sleep was much easier than before as you wore your body down to exhaustion.

So it was no surprise when Ratonhnhaké:ton came home one early evening to find you were not within the manor. He wondered out of the grand house and walked slowly through the Homestead, looking for your whereabouts.

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Down by the river bed you knelt, scrubbing clothes along a washboard. Your hands worked hard on removing the blood that were splattered and stained on Ratonhnhaké:ton's shirts and cleaning yours and Achilles's clothes too.

You failed to hear the approaching footsteps and Ratonhnhaké:ton waited a second before he cleared his throat, making you aware of his presence.

"Oh, hello Ratonhnhaké:ton," You said as you turned back around and continued to scrub the soap over his shirt and push and pull it along the wooden washboard. You fingers began to numb up in the icy cold waters during the blustering winds of a cloudy day.

"[y/n] why don't you take a break?" He said, worry etched in his voice and you could hear it too, but you sighed and scrubbed even harder, your fingers turning white from the force you put on them.

"I've nearly done, then I will take a little bre-"

"No, come on," His giant hands wrapped around your upper arm and he gently lifted you, forcing you to stand on your aching feet and he pulled you towards the forest that enveloped the Homestead.

"Wha- Ratonhnhaké:ton I need to finish it, I can't just leave it!" You exclaimed, looking in front to see that he was looking over at you with serious eyes that lost their spark. In a way, you hated the fact that you were causing him to worry so much, but if you didn't keep yourself busy with work, then you would lose yourself to sorrow like you did when your mother and father died.

Ratonhnhaké:ton didn't answer back, in fact he left you both in silence as his grip loosened and dropped to your hand. He held your hand tightly, not in a way to cause pain, but in a way to show his protectiveness. It warmed you up inside.

Eventually he came to a gradual halt and as you stepped away from his bear like body, you saw the beauty of a small lake. It's waters glistened under the sunlight like it had its own stars buried beneath. Up on a cliffs edge, masses of water cascaded down before crashing into the water, making ripples that spread along the surface. You were awe struck, mesmerised by the enchanting peacefulness that the place emitted, inevitably drawing you in. Standing back from you, Ratonhnhaké:ton's lips raised in a slight smirk at your reaction.

"My people call this place Keesog Npe, which means Moon Water,"

"Why's that?"

"Because at night, the lake seems to make the moons reflexion much larger, and the wolves like to drink from here. It has a rare beauty…" Ratonhnhaké:ton trailed off and he looked into your [e/c] eyes as you listened intensely, intrigued by what he told you. He gazed, not daring to look away, afraid to miss a second of your elegant features that never failed to entice him, even when you were both younger. You noticed his captivation and your cheeks began to fluster. Never have you been looked upon in such a way and it made your heart skip a beat. Quickly you changed the subject.

"W-what is the old man doing?" You stuttered, trying to regain as much composer as you could grasp.

"Sleeping, you've took away any jobs he can physically do,"

"Well at least he can rest," A faint smile spread across your face, but was faded slightly when Ratonhnhaké:ton brows frowned.

"But what about you, you look like you could sleep for weeks?!" He took a step towards you and lifted your chin to take a look at your pale skin and dark circles. In doing so, his frown deepened with concern. You pried away your face from his hands and looked down at the floor.

"I'm fine, I just want to keep myself bus-"

"No, what you are doing is wearing yourself down, this is not healthy [y/n], you need to have a re-"

"Don't you see? I can't!" You interrupted him which made his eyes widen slightly to your sudden yell.

"I can't let all that I have lost come crashing down upon me, it will ruin me! I have nothing now…" Tears filled your eyes and your head fell into your hands as your shoulders shook from your sobs. Ratonhnhaké:ton's face fell lax and he sighed, knowing that you have finally cracked from your tough shell that hid you away from reality. His big muscular hands were placed on your lower back as he pulled you against his chest. There you sobbed into his robes, staining them with your fresh tears.

"You have me," He whispered softly into your ear with his musky voice. His voice hit a cord in your heart that made you instantly lift your head to look into his eyes. One of his hands lifted to your face as he wiped away the tears that stained your face. You both stared into each other's eyes until finally he pushed his lips upon yours, creating a spark that ignited between the both of you. You melted into his touch as his hands went back down to your waist, pulling you closer to him.

Returning the kiss, you smiled at the taste of his sweet breath against your tongue which achieved you to grasp the fabric that covered his chest. The kiss was soft and gentle, but nothing short of passion that had built up over the many years that both of you have been apart.

The moment seemed too perfect, which became evidently false when a low rumbling growl rippled through the sound of the howling wind which caused you to pull away from Ratonhnhaké:ton. Before either of your could react, a heavy weight pushed down upon your side, forcing you to fall straight to the ground.

With his quick reactions, Ratonhnhaké:ton shoved the wolf away from your stunned form and had it scurrying away into the thick forested land. From behind, 3 other wolves came out into the opening of the lake, bare teethed and their pace slow and steady. You watched as one by one, Ratonhnhaké:ton killed them with his hidden blades. But each bloody squelch of the blades penetrating the skin made you cringe under your shaking skin. Memories of your mother's death flashed before your eyes and your eyes widened with fright. Your hands gripped tightly to the damp green grass that laid beneath you.

The last yelp of the final wolf shot through the air and Ratonhnhaké:ton turned to look at your frozen body that sat on the floor. Cautiously he walked over to you, making sure not to freak you out in any way. He knelt down beside you and put his hand on your cheek which made you flinch from the unexpected touch.

"Come on, let's go back home," He said as he gently lifted you from the ground with his hand. You held tightly onto his side, not willing to let go or exit the safety that he brought upon you.

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Back at the Homestead, you sat at the kitchen table as Ratonhnhaké:ton hovered over the fire, heating up the kettle of water as he prepared you a cup of tea. Once the tea was ready and nothing more than a swirling liquid of diluted tea extracts and milk, he placed it in front of you and sat opposite you on the kitchen table. His eyes never left you, his frown of concern etched on his face.

"How are you feeling?" He asked and you gave him a short nod. Taking a sip of the tea, you felt your body relax under the warmth of the hot beverage.

"Thank you," You gave Ratonhnhaké:ton a small smile as you thanked him for the drink and he returned the smile back, though It was only small. Your mind instantly went back to the moment your lips connected with his and the way his mouth seemed to fit so perfectly with yours. It was like a missing puzzle piece. It made your heart ache just thinking about it. Your cheeks began to heat up as you remembered the way he kissed you, it was rhythmic and gentle, yet full of passion. You wanted more.

As soon as you had finished your tea, you went over to the wash basin and began to wash your cup clean. You could feel Ratonhnhaké:ton's eyes fixed upon the back of your head and you imagined the feeling of his touch on your skin. So once you had done washing the cup, you turned around to face him and you both looked into each other's eyes, seeing the need for intimacy in both of your eyes.

Immediately, Ratonhnhaké:ton hurried over and crushed his lips against yours. The kiss wasn't like before, passionate and gentle, this time it was hungry and rough, but it still had an edge of care in it. You draped your arms over his shoulders as he pushed you against the water basin, gripping onto the edge of it as he deepens the kiss. Your body was pinned against his leaving no space between you both. Both of your bodies took to the shape of the others curves.

One of his hands went to your hips and pulled your abdomen towards his, and you felt his slightly grown bulge which made you smirk in the kiss. You gently bit his lower lip, dragging it out as you looked into his ebony eyes. When you heard a pleasurable moan of approval escape his throat, you giggled in satisfaction before pressing your lips back onto his again.

Before long, you found that Ratonhnhaké:ton's hands had fully grasped your hips and pulled you firmly against him where his bulge was at full growth, it was firm and ready for the intimacy that it craved for. You couldn't help but blush at the feeling of his manhood as a flutter whirls in your lower regions.

His lips trailed down to the base of your neck causing you to tip your head back and close your eyes. Your teeth trapped your bottom lip in its caged grip, controlling the moans that threatened to escape your lips in such a heated moment that you shared.

Ratonhnhaké:ton was about to go to the back of your dress to untie it until he heard a light raspy cough from behind him that made him instantly turn on his heels to face a rather smug Achilles. You stood against the basin, breathing heavily, your hair slightly out of place as you looked at Achilles rather shocked and embarrassed.

"Oh don't stop on my account," the old man said before turning back around and heading into his room, leaving the door wide open before he sits down in his seat by the fireplace. Ratonhnhaké:ton looked at you, giving you an apologetic look before following after the old man. You were left stood in your own flusterment with a smile itching to cover your face.


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