Hello there!I really love your blog!Can i request Connor,Haytham and Desmond reacting on their S/O being killed by their enemy, please?:³
29/01/2022: Anon, I apologise in advance for breaking your heart. (What? No, I'm not procrastinating on my work, what are you talking about? /j)
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So Desmond’s is similar to THIS post because I just can’t see him reacting in any other way lmao and i honestly didn’t realise I made them basically identical at the beginning.
And like, if you wanna request more angst 👉👈🥺… haha jk… 😅unless…🥺😏 /hj
Warnings: Character death, angst, super sad times, blood mention, serious injuries, canon typical violence, etc, slightly unedited
How Haytham, Connor, and Desmond React to Their S/O Being Killed by Their Enemy
Haytham
A defected Templar thought it would be a good idea to use the Grandmaster’s partner as leverage.
A mistake that cost him deeply.
Yet, he succeeded.
The situation was chaotic, unstable. Haytham lost control of the room as soon as he opened his mouth.
The emotions, the anger… any semblance of calm negotiation was thrown off the table when he saw you.
“A quick death, or a slow one?” The traitor indicated each choice by pointing a knife to your throat or your stomach.
“I’m warning you.” His voice rumbled in restrained rage.
He almost had you. He almost saved you.
The door of the building burst open; they were here to help.
Haytham shared one look with the one balancing your life in his hands.
And with one sharp movement, chose your death for him.
Haytham’s pistol went off.
He missed. Leaving him to be pursued by the others, he ran to your side.
“Y/n.” Words left him in a whisper.
“Oh, my darling…” Haytham brushed hair out of your eyes, cupping your face.
Looking between your pained expression and its source, he heaved out an anxious breath.
“We’re going to get you help, alright? A doctor is on his way.”
“Haytham, it hurts…”
“I know. I know it does. I cannot tell you how sorry I am.”
“You did all you could. I’m glad I could spend… my last moments… with you.”
“But the opera tomorrow… You mustn’t miss that.”
“I’ll still be there,” you smiled, tears in your eyes.
“I love you, Kenway.”
“And I love you.”
He pressed his lips to your nose softly, your last breath kissing his skin.
Tears rolled down your cheeks, but they were not yours.
Connor
“Connor?! Connor, move!”
He turned around as you jumped in front of him, a gunshot ringing out.
You couldn’t move the brick house, so you parked yourself in front of it.
He didn’t know what had happened for a moment when you grasped his shoulders.
But he took in the shock on your face, the distant glint of a rifle on a rooftop…
As you collapsed against his chest, he dropped his tomahawk, pulled out his pistol and fired a true shot. The man fell from the rooftop.
Connor held you against him and sank to his knees.
“Are you hurt?” you breathed.
“No, I’m… I’m okay -- you’re bleeding. Why…”
He kept pressure on the wound, grasping you tightly. “I don’t know what to do.”
“It’s okay. It’s okay.”
You couldn’t help but smile at the way the sun rays caught in his hair. “What do I do?”
“Stay with me.”
He broke, then. One of the rare moments tears fell from his cheeks.
“Ratonhnhaké:ton.”
He taught you to say that. Oh, the name never sounded so bittersweet.
“I’ll be watching over you.”
“Don’t say that. Don’t… I have no one else.”
“I won’t leave you. Not really.”
Inches away from his jaw, you strained to press your lips to his skin.
Soft and gentle, like your soul.
He focused on the aftershocks on his skin, terrified that the feeling will be lost with you.
Your body grew heavy as he sensed the moment you had moved on.
He pulled you impossibly closer.
“Konorónhkwa, Y/n/n.”
His body was silent, but his grief was loud.
Desmond
Disaster struck in two seconds.
Anything other than perfection means death.
For you, that meant the wound in your side could have been prevented if you had taken cover sooner.
“Y/n, look out!”
Why did you have to think about it?
BANG!
“Uh, Des?”
“Oh, shit!”
The ground cooled your flushed skin.
“Y/n, Y/n, hey, hey, hey…” Desmond slid to you and cradled your face in his hands, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs. “You’re gonna be okay, you hear me? You’re gonna be fine.” His words were tumbling out of his mouth at such a speed, you almost couldn’t comprehend them.
He carefully maneuvered you into his arms. “I need some help over here!” He pressed his hand against the bloodstain of your shirt.
You regarded his face; the agony was easy to read, and your heart couldn’t help but constrict painfully in your chest.
“I’m fine… I‘m sorry.” You tried to get up.
“No, no! Don’t move. I don’t want it to get worse.” Desmond held onto you tighter. “Shaun! Rebecca!”
“We have a bit of a situation, Desmond!” Shaun’s voice was distant.
“Oh, I’m sorry, you have a situation?!”
Your head leaned a bit too heavily into his shoulder.
“No, no, no, Y/n, hold on. Please.” He pushed harder against the wound.
“Holy fuck.” Rebecca came into view, fresh from the conflict moments before. “Y/n, can you hear me?”
“Mmhmm.”
“It’s all gonna be okay. We just gotta stop the bleeding. Desmond, move your hand.”
He swallowed before speaking, sickened at how almost all his skin was stained crimson. “Okay, okay, okay.”
Rebecca was ready with a first aid kit she found in the corner; pros of getting shot in an office.
She swiftly replaced Desmond’s hand with gauze. He pressed down over it again. “You’re gonna be okay, now, Y/n/n. You’re gonna be…” his voice cracked, a lump sinking into his throat. His tears have been silent up to now.
Rebecca glanced at the blood surrounding them. It was pooling, soaking their jeans. “Shaun, get the fuck over here!”
It took a second longer for Shaun to get into view, a hard drive in his hand. “Sorry for the wait, the killing and the downloading took-- Oh, Christ!” He sank beside Rebecca, feeling your forehead.
“Why didn’t anyone tell me?!”
Desmond sent him a glare before focusing back on you.
“I’m calling an ambulance.”
Rebecca was quick to follow Shaun, a protest at her lips. “That’s a fucking stupid idea! You know why we can’t do that…”
It didn’t matter. Desmond knew they had run out of time.
“Hey, Y/n? Have I ever told you how much I love you?”
Nothing was wrong, everything was fine.
In your half-conscious state, you cracked a smile. “You… You tell me all the time.”
“Yeah? Well, I love you more than anything. It’s true, I do.”
“I love you more…”
He released a stressed sigh, a sorrowful upturn on his lips as he shook his head. “That’s impossible.”
You slowly raised your hand to his cheek. “You’ll be okay, Des… without me.”
“Hey, no, no, don’t you ever say that. We’ll get you out of here, and then we’ll go grab a beer or something.”
Wiping the tears from his cheek, your eyes locked with his. “No time.”
“Oh shit. Desmond, we gotta go!”
The light of sirens painted across his face. “C’mon, let’s get out of here.” He began to shift you into his arms so he could carry you. “Just let me adjust for a sec…”
“Des, Des, stop.” You grabbed the front of his hoodie, halting his frantic movements. “Go.”
“We are!”
“Let me go, Desmond.”
He froze for a moment. “Nope. No, nonono, no way. You’re not pulling that shit with me.”
“I don’t want to die… knowing that you were spending the rest of your life in jail.”
“Please, please, Y/n, I can’t leave you.”
“You have to. Live for me.”
Your hand slowly released its grip, falling to your stomach.
“No, no, hey!” He lowered you to the floor, leaning over you. He cradled your vacant face with both hands. “Don’t do this. Don’t you dare leave me.”
His forehead touched yours, gentle but firm. “Please.”
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