“I stand with those who stand with me. I lure my prey through the guise of a lady. I escape unnoticed through the veil of a slave. And though I may conceal my identity, one thing is certain: commit injustice in this world, and I’ll send you to the next. I am Aveline de Grandpré, I am an Assassin, and I fight for liberation.” ―Aveline de Grandpré.
Dang it, I just needed to talk about Aveline. First off she’s one of the few female assassins, second off she fights against the injustice of a slave community and third off I just find her to be really cool
Headcanon: I gave a headcannon! !! Ok listen to this, so imagine Connor proposing
to his smol and amazing LI and he starts crying while proposing and she
cries while wiping his streaming tears and when she says yes, he cries
on sheer happiness. Bam! Up in the spirit world, Ziio, Kanen, Achilles,
and Haytham approve. (artynerd23)
A/N: YASSSS ;) THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL, SHY <3 (I think I got my
inspiration back! :”)) (Also, I am quite proud of this… Very, very
nervous hints in his voice were enough to make the girl snap her
attention to him, her eyes officially leaving the beautiful words typed
on paper. She and Connor were simply sitting by the fireplace, she
reading a book and he tending to his weapons. She didn’t mind the
silence between them, if anything it was something highly appreciated by
both, and she let herself relax at the warmth the flames provided.
She watched his usually stoic expression being broken by the light twitching of his lips, and she set her book to the floor.
He stood up, and she thought she saw his eyes glowing a bit. “We…” he
tried to start another sentence, obviously at loss for words. What he
wished to say obviously had to do with their relationship, but what was
She decided that letting him express himself without her
interrupting was the best option. She couldn’t keep the frown off her
face though, as she was a bit worried. The native American was still
standing, their height difference even greater than usual. Y/N was
sitting on a chair, and was gazing at him, a giant. She felt a tiny
bit of intimidated from his new-found silence and their current
positions, and failed to keep that feeling off her expression.
watched him fall to his knees silently, and he took her small, in
comparison to his, hand in his gently. He kept a pretty firm hold on it,
as if he was gathering courage from there. He looked so defenseless in
front of her, that she felt guilty by even letting herself feel
intimidated by him, a man who loved her with all the strength of his
“Norris said… He said that in the rest of the
world it is common to give a ring to the person you want to wed. My
mother knew about this custom too and had said that if I ever loved
someone so purely, even if she was not a native, I should give her
something to show our bond. I…” He teared up, very obviously, at the
mention of his dead mother, and the h/c girl’s other hand flew to cover
her mouth, but no words were coming out.
“It is known that I am
leading a very dangerous life, and I know that I shouldn’t be so
selfish, by doing this, and putting your life in furthermore risk, but
I… I know that I’d rather spend a moment living with you, than spend
an eternity away from you. I want to tell everyone that you are
officially mine, something that will never fully happen as you are a
free spirit, and I’d never dare to ask for something that would take
away your liberty, I want to sleep beside you and not feel like I am
dishonoring you in any way, I want… I want to spend my remaining days
with you, Y/N.” The tears were finally let out, and he pulled out a
silver ring with some majestic lines and shapes unknown to her. She was
sure that he had tried to combine her and his tradition, and the outcome
was too beautiful. So beautiful, that she would be ashamed to wear that
“So Y/N, will you marry me, in the exact manner your own
customs command,a and let me love you in the most full way possible?” He
was looking at her with so much hope in his chocolate eyes, like she
was a Goddess he was eager to serve, to protect, to worship, to love,
even if he was to sacrifice his own life. “I feel so honored,
Ratonhnhakéton. I love you more than anything!” She wiped the tears away
from his face, but new ones took their positions.
He took her hand and placed the piece of jewellry in the right finger, and Y/N marvelled at how good it looked on her hand.
ring is my heart, now you can have it for eternity,” he whispered and
his hands wrapped around her middle, his forehead touched her belly,
like he was expecting it to host a new life sometime in the future. Y/N
knew he deserved a family, after everything he had been though, and
after everything he had done for her.
Y/N’s tears became one with his own as she showered his face with kisses.
knew you could do it, my son,” Ziio whispered to herself as she watched
from another dimension. She was so happy for him, just as his father
“I think he got the Kenway charm… Finally, I believed he
would never do it!” Haytham commented, trying to mock his son, but his
tone was not offending.
“Of course and it was me training him to become a brave man!” Achilles jumped in.
don’t all of you quiet down? We all know that it was all him, and the
feelings they have for each other. Let’s get going, I am getting all
grossed by all the affection in the air!”Connor’s old friend,
Kanen'tó:kon said, and the others slowly nodded in agreement. This was a
private moment, and they should leave him be. He was in good hands now.
of them were proud and happy for him. They clearly approved his choice,
and supported him from the spirit world, even if he couldn’t see them.
I mages of what he wished were only distant nightmares flooded Connor’s mind as he lie flat on his back in the darkness of his room. Haunting sights of bloodied corpses and battle flashed before his eyes. They seemed so real; he could still audibly hear the cries of agony calling in the rain outside, the ear splitting canon fire overhead and the blinding flash of guns firing. His breath began to quicken as the visions began to consume him, groaning as he tried rubbing them from his eyes and tightening his jaw when they remained. “Connor,” beckoned a soft, whispering voice. “Connor?” It came again, a little closer this time. Fingers cautiously caressed his shoulder, abruptly stopping when he tensed. They felt so cold against his burning skin. “Are you alright?” It was her voice calling to him again; calling him from the depths of his dark visions. He found himself shaking his head, his neck muscles screaming in protest from the simple movement. He dropped his head into his hands, it suddenly feeling so much heavier than he remembered, and when did he sit up? “ Did you have a nightmare?” She asked as she tenderly rubbed his shoulders. He winced, his body was on pins and needles and the slightest touch felt like knives against his skin. “No.” He mumbled as he shrugged away from her before standing up and making his way to the window. She sighed, “Connor.” He didn’t respond. His attention was focused on the raging storm outside that pounded against the windows. With each flash of light or clap of thunder he was brought back to the battles of the revolution; men charging at him with their bayonets pointed at him with cannon balls flying overhead. His skin prickled at the thought of it all. She was by his side once again, wrapping a hand around his forearm and pulling him to face her, “I wish you would talk to me about it.” He shook his head, “no. I do not want you to carry this burden as well.” He brushed a calloused finger against the velvety skin of her cheek, “it would not be right.” It was her turn to shake her head now. “Let me help you, please.” She pleaded, leaning her face into his hand. “You would think me a monster.” “I would not. You did what had been necessary.” He scoffed, “if it was only that easy for you to understand.” “It is.” His eyes scanned her face; she wanted to help him so badly that she was pained each time he denied her the chance. He pressed a warm kiss to her forehead before making way past her towards their bed. “I took the lives of many men.” He mumbled as he sat on the bed. She was there immediately, standing between his parted knees looking at him with her big Y/E/C eyes that he adored so much. “My father had been one.” He turned to look away but she cupped his cheeks and angled his face towards her. “You had to do what was necessary,” She repeated, speaking slow but firm. “Perhaps so.” Connor eased himself back into the bed pulling her along with him. She cautiously snuggled up to him, wrapping an arm around his torso as she tucked her head beneath his chin. His voice rumbled in her ear as he spoke, a twinge of pain on each word, “but it’s their faces that will haunt me the rest of my life Y/N and truthfully I am not so sure there is much anyone can do about it.”
Connor is the best, but he’s 19. When Connor was born I was already in kindergarten, which means if we were friends back then I would have been hanging out with a baby. I don’t know anything about infant care. Oh my god, I could have killed him.