assassin's creed: tokw

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“Ratonhnhaké:ton?” Y/N started, smiling as the man turned to look at her. “Yes, Y/N?” He answered back, stepping slightly towards her so that the two of them wouldn’t have to speak so loud.

Still smiling, Y/N kept her eyes on Ratonhnhaké:ton, tilting her head slightly.

“I just wanted to say that you look very handsome.” The girl stated simply, her smile widening as Connor’s eyes grew slightly wider, the man starting to stumble over his words as his face flushed a darker color. “I.. Y/N, uh…” Connor tried replying, his chest starting to raise and fall a bit more in his flustered state, the man struggling to form his words into a reply to give Y/N.

Y/N could only keep her smile, watching the man. “You’re adorable, I hope you know that.”

I thought I lost you. But you're here.
Kaniehtí:io/Ziio/Connor Kenway/Ratonhnhaké:ton
I thought I lost you. But you're here.

Ratonhnhaké:ton: Mother! What are you doing here?

Kaniehtí:io: Are you still dreaming? We came here together. Now we must go.

Ratonhnhaké:ton: I thought… I thought I lost you. But you’re here.

Kaniehtí:io: I am here. I have always been here.

Are you alright?

Ratonhnhaké:ton: Better than alright.

Kaniehtí:io: Good. Now come, I have heard screaming in Kanien'kehá close by. We must learn what’s going on.


Imagine Finding TOKW!Ratonhnhaké:ton Lost in a Cold Winter Night

It had been years since Ratonhnhaké:ton drank that damnable tea, yet the effects had not yet worn off. Sometimes he would see things from strange places. Those bright blue eyes would wander beyond this known world, and he would find himself severed from this physical reality. Sometimes he would even wander into the deep of the forest. Fortunately, it didn’t occur too often, and once it did the duration would usually be bearable.

But not this time.

With one hand still clutching a lantern, Y/N tightened her cloak around her. She trudged through thick snow, calling his name into the howling wind. He’s been gone for much too long.

Then, against the white snow and black night, she found a trail of fresh blood. She’s afraid of what she would see at the end of the trail. But then she’s more afraid of what would happen if she didn’t follow it. What if it’s an injured Ratonhnhaké:ton that needed help? She followed the blood trail.

And there he was, with a gash across his bare chest. Without even the wolf hood on, he was shivering on a blanket of snow. She rushed towards him and tried to get him up. His skin felt too warm and positively feverish in her arms. The markings on his skin were especially scorching.

“Who did this to you?” she asked.

He shook his head. She’d have to ask him later, when the tea’s effects subsided. Now, she needed to focus on helping him back home and have the wound dressed.

“I am sorry,” said Connor, coughing as he tried to get up.

“No. I’m sorry for not taking better care of you,” said Y/N, wrapping her arms around him, “But you’re safe now. Let us go back home.”