At Long Last (Connor Kenway x fem!Reader) Fluff! One-shot
Hey there, it's me. Ya boy!
Tags: fluff, kissing (it's a little make-outy? sorry!), uh, yearning, he's stupidly in love, OOC Connor??? (Idk he's giving Disney prince here)
@shyerue Here it is!!! One of my many ideas (the first to be finalized lol) thanks for the kick to write and publish! I kinda, maybe have a part two in mind. lmk if you want to keep being tagged :)
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-Pls don't copy, translate or feed to an ai, thank you-
For four months, a piece of Connor’s soul has been far from him. His love was waiting for him back on the Homestead, probably busying herself by tending to the horses or mending clothes, perhaps even giving the Old Man a run for his money at chess. Oh, how he hates when his work tears him away from her even for a short time.
For a man so in love, that's simply four months too many.
The Aquila charged gently through the waves, moving at speed as though the ship itself was as eager to be home as its loyal crewmen. Already, the small bay and sharp cliffs of the Davenport homestead were in sight. Young Captain Kenway was searching the tops of the cliffs through his spyglass, back and forth, up and down. Searching, searching. He’d been doing it since the treetops had first come upon the horizon.
A hand clapped upon his shoulder made the young assassin lower his scope. Faulkner snickered. Connor frowned and shifted away from his first mate’s touch. “What?”
The older man simply chuckled and gestured to the looking glass in Connor’s hands and gave him a knowing look. “You, dear boy. Awfully excited to be home. I wonder why?”
Connor looked down, his cheeks heating. He shrugged and put the scope away. “I don’t know what you mean.”
Faulkner rolled his eyes and sighed, “She’s a right beauty, that one. Have no shame, I remember being young and in love.”
Connor’s cheeks burned, but he couldn’t hold back a small smile as he thought of her. His beautiful wife, faithfully waiting for him to return. It pained him to leave her, knowing she would be lonely while he was away, never mind the worry that he wouldn’t come back at all.
He turned his eyes to the approaching dock once more and saw at last, a very tiny figure in the distance, dressed in white. With a small sound, he released the wheel to a chuckling Faulkner and took off towards the front of the ship, extending the scope once more as he skidded to a halt near the starboard bow.
In the scope, he saw her in all her beauty, her arm raised to wave at the returning ship. Her dress, simple and white, flowing about her body in the wind. Her hair blew away from her face, and her smile shone even from here. Connor smiled and continued to walk forward without looking away from her image in the eyepiece, luckily, the crew were all too aware of Connor’s crush and silently moved out of his way.
The crew wordlessly prepared to dock, each of them exchanging all sorts of knowing looks between themselves, knowing they could only get away with it because the captain’s watchful eyes were otherwise occupied.
Connor took down the spyglass and began to pace to and fro, his hand skimming the railing as he waited impatiently for the ship to near its docking point. He let out a huff of frustration at the wait. He could see her clearly by now, without the aid of the spyglass. She was waving with much more excitement and hopping in place like an exuberant child, a smile shining broadly across her face.
Connor cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted to her. “I’m home!”
She gave a giddy jump into the air as his words reached her from the distance, she copied his motion with her hands and shouted back, “I see you!”
Suddenly feeling bold beyond his typical temperament, Connor dashed to the very front of the boat and balanced on the bowsprit, just to get a little closer to her. He called again, oblivious to the laughs of his crewmen, “I LOVE YOU!”
Connor watched as she heard his words and laughed out loud, then she called back once more, “I LOVE YOU TOO!”
Connor allowed himself a broad smile that stayed upon his face as they got closer and closer until finally, he couldn’t wait. He turned and ran back to the top deck and found himself a rope to swing on. Before the ship could come to a full stop and before Faulkner could protest his daftness, Connor had swung himself off the ship and onto the dock.
He rolled with the impact as Faulkner rolled his eyes, and dashed to the one he loved, practically crashing into her with the force; they stumbled, but he managed to keep them upright and in the tightest embrace, so tight, her feet were barely touching the dock anymore. He tucked his face into her neck and inhaled her wonderful, familiar scent.
She was giggling and crying all at once, barely catching his hat as it tipped from his head before squeezing his body tightly and pressing herself as close as possible. Connor smelled like the wind and the sea, his coat was cold from sailing, but the warmth beneath quickly found her and wrapped her up in it. The pair stayed in their own little world, their eyes squeezed shut and oblivious to everything else, until at last the Aquila’s anchor gave a mighty splash and the rest of existence slowly faded back to them, but not for long.
Connor pulled away just enough that he could see her, his thumb coming up to brush away her tears. Her eyes shone as she regarded him, searching his face after having been without it for so long. “I missed you.” She whispered.
Connor’s smile faded slightly, but didn’t fully disappear, “I missed you more.” Then at last, he leaned in to kiss her, his eyes closing once more as he breathed her in once again. Her lips were just like they were in his dreams every night, only better. They were real, and warm and soft and they felt like home.
His large hand came around to the back of her neck, pressing their faces ever closer until her mouth opened just enough to let him in. She made a soft noise as his tongue pressed gently into her mouth. One of her hands came up to wrap around his shoulder, while the other tangled into his hair and only when Faulkner’s third and loudest try at a ‘subtle’ throat clear finally reached them.
Connor sighed and reluctantly pulled away from her welcoming love and turned to face his first mate with a frown, but for her sake, he tried to sound friendly, “What is it, Mr. Faulkner?”
The older man was smiling from ear to ear, “Have you any final orders for us, Captain?”
Connor smirked at his friend and shook his head, his grip not loosening on his love for anything in the world, “No, everyone needs a well-deserved rest.” And with a glance at her, he said to Faulkner, “If you need anything, you’ll know where to find me, but please, don’t need anything.”
Faulkner let out a hardy laugh, and smiled at the pair of lovebirds, and with a slight bow to the lady, said; “Of course, Captain. M’lady.”
Connor, of course, was already leading her away from the dock with a giddy smile on his face, one she mirrored as she dashed to keep up with him, for either could hardly wait to be alone together again.
