Assassin's creed imagines.

Connor imagine - I don't need your help.

*Little late request but after a few busy days, I'm back!*

Imagine: You're an assassin who's caught the attention of Connor, he's over protective over you and saves you all the time however you're too stubborn to want his help even in the worse times.

"Why can't you get this into your head? I don't need your help, Ok?"
"You were surrounded by them, (Y/N)."
"I had it all under control, just leave me alone Connor."

He didn't get it. I've been an assassin longer than him, I can take care of myself. It was too infuriating to handle. Connor just couldn't leave me to do my missions by myself, I can fight when things get out of hand even if I was surrounded by a bunch of Templars.
He tells me I'm too stubborn. Ha! That's funny. He says I don't have to be embarrassed if I need help. Excuse me Mr Novice but when I'm Achilles age then I'll give you a heads up. He gives me pointers on how to fight. Oh just you wait until I beat your ass Connor, just you wait.

I turned on my heel and walked out of the alleyway to the open streets of Boston and walked off, keeping my anger under control. His calls out to me were still clear but I ignored them and he knew it. I recognise the footsteps behind me, Connor why can't you just go and follow someone else, huh? How about you pay your father a visit? He'd love that I bet. Well at least you have a father Mr novice! I took a deep breath and started running down the street, another call out to me from the same man who wouldn't stop taking over my missions for me. We get it, you want to kill Charles Lee, the man who burnt your village and killed your mother. Oh boo hoo you lost a parent well guess what, I watched both my parents AND younger brother get swallowed by the flames off our house that horrible night. The night that has taken over my nightmares. I may sound harsh but I can't stand Connor yell out his new phrase 'Where's Charles Lee?'. No one knows, just shut up!

Luckily for me one of the lifts were next to a house, I happily took the offer and cut the rope and let it raise me up and land onto the roof. Without looking back to see if Connor was still following me I sprinted across the roof tops hopefully finding a hay bale that I could jump in and hide for a while, to see if the other assassin would be in the same area. As I predicted the pigeons were sat at the edge of the roof, signalling to me the hay bale with my name on it below them. The birds flew off and I dived gracefully into the hay then staying put hoping that I was clear of any stalking assassins, a.k.a Connor. He was supposed to be a great tracker thanks from growing up with his tribe so it wouldn't be hard for him to track me down like how he tracked down more animals than me and took my hunting job for Achilles. Just thinking about it angered me once again, ugh why was he better than me at everything?  I'm supposed to be the better assassin, I've been training for longer so why have I suddenly been pushed into the lower ranks? Next minute I'm going to become Miss Novice and he's going to be Mr I'm better than (Y/N) and always will be. I couldn't even compete with Connor, he was stealthier, he was better at fighting and better at hunting, he was just a better assassin. Of course I wouldn't admit to this because like he said, I am stubborn and I'm jealous. Again, I wouldn't admit to it.

After a good few minutes of thinking time I slowly climbed out of the hay but I didn't want to carry on walking. I felt as if I just wanted to fall to my knees and cry, well I didn't felt it, I did it. My back leant against the bale of hay and I basically just poured my heart out of my eyes, were they angry tears? Sad tears? Hell, I didn't want to think about anything I just wanted the world to stop and let me cry about my problems but now thinking about them again they just made me sound like a whiny brat. I was in an open area so people in there houses could see me from their windows and judge me I let that slide off me easily though it was nothing to what I had on my chest right now. Why did I have to be jealous of Connor? I couldn't get my head round it. I've never been jealous over someone like this before. I even get jealous over the fact everyone at Homestead love Connor. They just look at me with a small smile and go back to what they were doing. I'm jealous when he's out on the street and he gets noticed by all the women, the way they flirt with him, the way they call his name, just the way they look at him drives me mad. Oh my god. Do I like Connor in THAT way?

"(Y/N)?"
And there it was. The voice of the best damn assassin I know and didn't even realise I had apparently fallen for. I moved my head to look up at Connor, my eyes were red and puffy and I probably looked like shit, my stubbornness got the best of me again and I turned my head so I wasn't looking at him. Connor sighed and sat down next to me and leant against the hay bale, the mood stayed silent.
"If you hate me, just say. I won't bother you anymore."
I was slightly shocked by his sudden words, Connor thinks I hate him? I don't blame him though, I'm such a bitch because of how jealous I am but I have to set everything straight.
"I'm a bitch, I know." I admitted, this caused Connor to look at me."I act like I hate you but I don't, I don't hate you Connor."
"Then why do you act like it? I only want to help you, it's not a bad thing to ask for he-"
"I'm jealous of you, ok?"

I cut him off but just by the sudden silence I could tell that Connor was surprised by my outburst, I sighed and breathed in.
"I am jealous of you Connor. You're better than me at stealth, combat, hunting, you're just a better assassin than me and I'm jealous of you because I thought I would be the better one because I've been training the longest." I took another deep breath, Connor looked like he had to say something but I had to finish explaining to him.
"And you're right, I'm stubborn, I admit it in the end. I don't want your help because I want to prove to you that I'm capable of doing it myself but I can't I need your help damnit."
"I always thought you'd keep that bottled up." Connor told me about my stubbornness.
"I'm sorry Connor, I deeply am, and I can't believe I'm about to say this but I think I'm in love with you."

I cringed at my own words, just repeating the same sentence in my head made in sound really cliché. I looked up at Connor and noticed his eyes were slightly widened and a bit of blush was on his cheeks.
"I'm jealous of the way women are towards you on the street because I can't be like that towards you because I've made myself hate you."
It fell silent again, I knew I made it awkward between the two of us. I sighed and stood up and started to walk off, it was obvious that my feelings weren't the same as the ones Connor let towards me. However, I felt his hand grab onto my wrist to stop me and spin me around so his lips could come crashing down to mine. Confusion filled my head and I didn't know what to do at this moment in time but it was over quickly when Connor pulled away from me and stared into my eyes and I stared into his dark brown ones.
"I'll meet you back at homestead."
I just watched him walk away from me as I was still left stunned by his sudden action.
"I don't know what that was, but I think I'm not jealous of those women anymore.

A/N
Hope you liked another Connor imagine. I don't know how to feel about this one I think I left it off on not the best ending but I tried.
Requests are still open so feel free to request, I have another imagine on the way that I have a draft off so I hope that'll be out soon. :)