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Connor/Ratonhnhaké:ton x Fem Soldier! Reader: Whatever It Takes (1)

Notes from the author: Hey, hey! So here’s another reader-insert for all of ye, AC fans! Another story that has been piled up in my files. I’m still an AC fan, but my focus is more on TF (short for Transformers) especially on More Than Meets The Eye/Lost Light. Anyway, this was supposed to be a one-shot only, but I’ll turn this into 2 parts so I’ll be writing the last part for this soon.

I'll try to see if Connor will have romantic feelings for the reader because, honestly, I'm having a hard time imagining Connor in a relationship. I will try my very best, though.

Part 1: When You Break the Chains - 🔖 Part 2: ? - 📝

Part 1: When You Break the Chains

“Form ranks!”

You stood straight, your head and eyes levelled directly ahead. It felt like you forgot to breathe in and out of air because you were trying to fit in and, well, not get caught.

“Present arms!”

You positioned your bayonet rifle on your right shoulder.

“Position one!”

You scrambled your feet as fast as you can. You didn’t turn your head nor eyes from anywhere but right in front of you. When you were finally in your position, you stood upright once again. You kept your breathing as balanced as possible, only doing so through your nose.

“Position two!”

Another scrambling of feet was heard. After a minute, you felt a presence beside you.

“Hey,” a soldier greeted, his silvery voice reaching your ears while his attention not turning to you.

“Hey,” you returned the greeting.

You knew him as Jude Sidney. He was a Loyalist and always believed that declaring a revolution for the nation’s independence was only a waste of time. As for your own beliefs and ideals, you actually didn’t know what really was right for this nation. You thought you were only doing the right thing because your brother told you so. He got crippled from his last assignment in the field as a soldier and after a month, the British government wanted him back in duty. At first, he didn’t have any choice, but to comply (The British Army needed more handful of men in order to win the war). However, you pleaded that you replaced him instead. You didn’t want to lose him, not after your father’s death from the war as well.

Protests escalated between you two until you decided to go directly to the army and volunteer yourself, without your brother’s consent anymore and only leaving a letter for him. You pretended to be the younger ‘brother’ of your eldest, even wearing men’s clothing and cutting your hair.

Jude found out your actual gender when you got injured on your right side at one incident. You panicked at that time since fighting really wasn’t your specialty, obviosuly. You were unaware that a medium-sized cannon ball struck at an inch beside you, which toppled you at the side and severely sliced your right side with a pointy tree branch. You tried to run away out of panic when Jude found you. He finally discovered the truth when he tried to treat you and you didn’t have a choice, but to tell him the truth.

After that, he kept his mouth sealed. He can sympathize with your story and promised that he will bring you back home alive to your brother.

“Move!”

You marched forward then your group exited to the left, starting to disperse one by one and going to each of their own respective tasks. You were assigned to guard the weaponry room with Jude (because he insisted the captain that he ‘needed to offer an extra hand to you’ since, well, the weapons room was indeed quite spacious).

“This isn’t really necessary,” you told him after going over to the assigned task.

He shrugged, “You say that, but in the end, I know you needed all the help you can get.”

You nasally sighed. “I can handle this, Jude. It’s not like anyone’s attacking the fort.”

“You may be right on that one. But let’s not forget on what happened to one of us here.” He looked to you with amused, but worried eyes.

You glanced down. Indeed, you remember that horrifying news. Words reached your ears that one of the soldiers slaughtered another one of your ranks. The body was sliced into pieces and the internal organs missing, presumably cannibalism took place. You could just vomit with just the thought of it. Said soldier had already been detained, though you heard that he died due to lack of food and water. Worst-case scenarios can happen if they found out that there was a woman among them.

You closed your head momentarily and shook your head a little. Just thinking about it more made you even nauseous. “You really didn’t have to remind me of that...” You opened your eyes afterwards.

Jude laughed quietly. “Oh, sorry about that. Don’t want to clean up your vomit if you ever can’t take it.”

You lightly punched his arm using your elbow. “Shut up already, Jude.” You sighed. “I’m going to go over there. You stay here.” You walked towards another side of the room.

Jude just grinned and chuckled. He found your minor predicament a little enjoying, perhaps to lighten the atmosphere since the fort that the two of you and the rest of the soldiers were in was not really a typical fort.

Fort Wolcott was a small fortification on the small Goat Island, built to protect the nearby town of Newport, Rhode Island. This was named Fort George in 1730, but later changed it into its current name when the British took control of it after Rhode Islanders burned the British customs ship, the HMS Liberty in 1769.

Honestly, you’d been here for two years, and nothing new has changed ever since that rebellion happened a few years ago; same old routines and tasks. Most of the soldiers had grown weary for just being here and even complained on how this was some meaningless assignment. You heard rumors that all of you were only sent here because the captain did something wrong and this was a form of punishment. From what kind of trouble that he did, you also didn’t know. None of you weren’t able to capture that information.

Some 30-ish-year old man came inside the weaponry room and announced, “Come on, ye two! The captain’s callin’ us. He seems pissed.”

Jude groaned, “Probably another lecture from him. He was just pissed last week merely because we’re sleeping on the job.”

The old man gave a ‘tsk’, “Stop complain’, Sidney. I didn’t like this either as much as you also.” He shifted his attention to you and nudged his head, “Look at (L/n). Least he’s not complainin’. Ye can learn from him.”

Jude rolled his eyes. “That’s because he’s playing safe. He doesn’t want to get scolded by the captain, too. I mean, all of us don’t want to be scolded by him.”

“Whatever, Sidney. Can we just go? If we’re late, we’ll be doubling our punishment.” The old man shook his head in disapproval.

He went out first. You approached the young man.

“You okay?” you asked in a concerned tone.

“I’m fine. Just, you know, a little irked,” he answered rather solemnly.

You just held his arm gently, rubbing it up and down, to at least tell him non-verbally that everything’s going to be alright. Though, you highly doubt that everything was far from being fine.

He looked at you. When he saw that reassuring smile of yours, he immediately shifted his eyes all around the room. He breathed in and out of air then took a step at the side, which loosened your hold from him.

“Let’s go!” he finally declared. “The old man’s right. If we’re late, we’ll be receiving twice the harsh punishment.”

You nodded, and the two of you began to move your feet.

***

“You are not trained to comment on strategy nor are you aware of rebel movements!” the captain roared. “We are under orders to hold Fort Wolcott against rebels at all costs! So stop complaining and just do your jobs! The next man I hear questioning the validity of their tasks will receive ten lashes and seven days in the old dungeon without rations! Am I making myself clear?!”

“Yes, sir!” the soldiers bellowed their answers.

“Your duties and other details for the coming week will be in this dirt-sheet. Those who are assigned in B Company will be doing drills and, until they properly execute formations two and three, there will be no rum rations. Sloppy marching will not be tolerated!”

“Yes, sir!”

“Dismissed!”

Each soldier was given a sheet of their assigned tasks. It looked like you got lucky because you weren’t in the B Company list.

“Great,” Jude muttered. “I guess I’m being punished for nothing.”

His name appeared on the list. You grimaced for him and voiced an apology. He just shook his head and gave a small smile.

“I can handle this.” He then whispered, “Just make sure to save me some of those rum.” He winked and proceeded to do the formation.

You watched him strode off with the rest of the soldiers enlisted. As you were about to go back to your daily task (since you weren’t given a new one), the captain called upon you.

“Sir!” you saluted, making sure to make your voice as deep as possible.

“(L/n), you’ll be shifting your post with Rosenshire. He’s guarding the prison. Give this sheet to him. His new post is in here.” He handed to you the piece of paper.

You bobbed your head. “Yes, sir.”

He hummed and left you without any more suspicions. You were still surprised that no one in the army (except for Jude) knew your true identity yet. You were thankful for that and hoped that this luck of yours may not run out.

***

“The captain has a new task for you,” you told Rosenshire upon meeting him in front of the prison, guarding the door.

“New task? From the captain?” he asked, his voice laced with gruffness.

You resist the urge to roll your eyes by just blinking. “Yes, Rosenshire. It’s none other than the captain himself.”

He forcefully grabbed the paper out of you and you just nasally sighed. Some of the soldiers here were really rude. Jude told you not to get to their bad side because they will definitely include you in their most wanted list. Of course, if you want to lock your secret away, you had to avoid conflict as much as possible.

He opened it. He then scoffed loudly. “What’s this? I have to march formations?”

You shrugged your shoulders. “I guess you’re part of B Company then.”

“This’s ridiculous. It’s not like there’re any rebels in here.”

“We can’t be too careful. Look, Captain’s orders, Rosenshire. I’ll be taking your place.”

He shook his head disappointedly. “This’s gettin’ us nowhere at all.” He took off, nonetheless.

You can sympathize with him and the rest of soldiers here. No matter how useless the formations, trainings, guarding and the like, you had to follow orders. Right now, you find yourself doubting why you had to guard a prison cell with no prisoners at all; well, mostly soldiers who weren’t doing good jobs, but all of them were gone because they usually die on natural causes like a disease or extreme hunger.

Standing there felt like an eternity to you. An hour and a half has already passed when you flickered your eyes to two soldiers, a sniper and a grenadier, hurriedly approaching your direction.

“Is there something wrong?” you asked.

“There’s a rebel inside our fort. Alerted some of our ranks and they’re doing a thorough search,” the grenadier answered.

You crunched your brows. “What? That can’t be...”

“We found the fresh dead bodies of Wilkins and Kidstone. And not only them, but also Smith’s and Condor’s, too. Probably we have more,” the sniper reported.

“Just step aside.”

You weren’t given much time to process of the events unfolding right as of this moment as you trailed behind. As you entered the foul-smelling prison, you got a glimpse of an unknown male, dressed in a white-hooded robe, attuned with blue accents. He looked buff and muscular. You also noticed that he had series of weapons at his back and on his waist. He was definitely not your ordinary rebel scum.

Your grenadier ally put out his broad axe and the sniper pointed the musket at him. You also did the same. What could go wrong? He’s outnumbered.

“Let’s see what you got, rebel scum.”

Then, you heard some cannons being fired, which apparently hit the prison roof and destroyed half of it. All of you stepped aside, but lost balance as the rubble impact was too strong. The sniper hit his head and lost his consciousness while you lightly hit yours on the ground. You were still sensible, but temporarily vulnerable as you tried to recompose yourself.

From what you can still witness, the unknown man fought off the grenadier with all of his strength. He had a tomahawk in his hand, but you were able to catch with your eye another blade under his wrist. Were you being delusional now?

You then saw your ally fell to the ground, red liquid spilling off from his neck. You stared at the unknown man and he also did the same. Is he going to kill you, too?

You were interrupted when half of the prison roof collapsed. You scurried yourself out by sliding away from the debris. And that was where you heard a shout,

“We’re under attack!”

You stared at the man again until he decided that it was time to go. He climbed up the roof, using the debris as his scaffold. Obviously, you weren’t going to let him escape that easily. You grabbed your musket and exited towards the now broken door. You kept your eyes at him as he entered the now run-down and burned down building. You shuffled your feet as fast as you can. You heard another yell,

“Captain’s dead! Shot by cannon fire!”

‘That’s not good!’ you mused. ‘Who’s in command now?’

It didn’t matter anymore. Your objective right now is to kill the rebel. As you continued to go to the building, which you knew to be just the very building where you had been ‘lectured’ by the captain, you heard your real name being called.

“(Y/n)!”

“Jude!” you reached out to him.

He was running towards you when you sighted a rooftop was about to fall right under him.

“Jude, stop! Look out!” You glanced up.

It was too late. The debris fell underneath him.

“Jude!” you screamed. You ran to him. You kept calling for him until he responded.

“(Y/n)! Over here!” He sounded in pain.

You feared the worst. His whole left leg was trapped by the rubble. Gasps of rapid breaths were being released every second by the both of you, mostly Jude’s since he was in much bigger pain.

“Jude!” You kneeled beside him, trying to find a way to get him out despite all the panic. “I-I’ll find a way. We’ll just need to get that out.”

He suddenly held your arm tightly, his eyes drooping. “You need to get out of here, (Y/n)... You didn’t deserve to be here... I want you go back to your brother... With the captain gone... this is your chance... You no longer need to serve this nation... Lead a happier life...” He winced and growled in pain.

Your voice quivered, “W-what’re you saying? I’m not leaving you here!”

Another pile of rubble fell a few inches away from you. Jude held you more firmly. “(Y/n), please... Do this for me... Even if I die... at least I get to see you alive... At least... my death wasn’t in vain because... I get to protect you.”

“Jude...” You couldn’t. You couldn’t just leave him like this! There must be a way to get him out of this! You tried to push the wreckage, but it was too heavy. You need some hands for this. You gazed at him one last time with teary eyes. “I’m so sorry...”

Another rubble was about to fall straight at the two of you.

“(Y/n), go!” He pushed you with more force and the debris came down before it could hit you.

“No!!!!!” you shrilled. You then sobbed loudly.

Your emotional side was almost taking control of you, but you were snapped out of it when you saw a familiar white-hooded man in your peripheral vision. Your soldier instincts emerged immediately as you took possession of your musket and pointed it at him. Your eyes began to puff and your cheeks wet from the tears.

You stuttered out, “S-stop, y-you rebel!”

The white-hooded man only observed you. You were trying not to shake too much, but it seemed failing since it was quite obvious that the tip of your musket was having a hard time pointing it to one direction. Your breaths got even more ragged ever since you poured all of your grief out. You were also making an attempt not to be too emotional since that the suspect was right in front of you.

Another blast in between you occurred and the two of you were toppled at the side. You eyed the rebel as he was quick to his feet. With your musket still intact on your hold, you swayed it downwards, which tripped him down. You were about to stab him with the bayonet when he spoke for the first time,

“Wait!”

His voice was clear, light, and pleasant. You were able to make out his facial features under his hood. You could tell that he was not British. With his dark-toned skin color, you could probably deduce that he was of a Native tribe.

“If you want to live, I can help you. You never have to keep your secret.”

You scrunched your brows down. “What?”

Then, the unexpected happened. The Native man countered you with the same method as you did to him. You were knocked on the ground and before you can even regain your composure, something hard hit your face and you were temporarily unconscious.

***

Connor heavily sighed. He didn’t expect a woman to be serving the British Army; a soldier at that. Women weren’t allowed to be part of the war, but here you were. He then obviously assumed that you must had entered the army by acting as a man. You must have a reason as to why you would risk your life joining in a war where hundreds die just for a belief that independence was not necessary for this nation (at least, that was what the British believed).

He didn’t even know what came over him, but he wanted to let you live. He saw your eyes. You cried. He supposed that seeing your fallen comrades made you emotional and fragile; if not the shaking of the hold of the musket was not evident enough. Besides, he had kind of a soft spot for women unless if he was dealing with the ones who were ruthless, then no mercy.

But, you... He saw something different in you. When he felt the anxiety radiating from you, he thought that maybe you didn’t want to be here or be a soldier at all. It was not that he was being heroic or anything, but he just felt compelled to help you out.

He could have left you there or killed you. It was a hassle bringing you since he didn’t have any more time. The fort can go down in any second now. He attempted to be swift in escaping while carrying you until both of you reached a high point. The ocean was just beneath you and jumping, of course, was the only solution.

Your eyes began to flutter open. “Where...?”

“We need to jump,” Connor blandly stated. He put you down, your balance still a little wobbly so he acted as your support.

“W-what…?”

“I apologize if this is rushed. I have no choice, but to touch you.” He enfolded you in his arms and that greatly shocked you.

“W-what are you doing?!” Your eyes widened.

“Hold on!”

He made the leap of faith and you were screaming.

***

“Captain, with all due respect, why did you bring a British soldier in here? You do know that the moment we touch land, he will inform his superiors!” Mr Faulkner was a bit irate, but trying to be calm as much as possible.

“She will not be being doing that, Mr Faulkner,” Connor emphasized your proper gender. The old man thought you were still a man.

Said old man creased his brows. “She?” He then peered to you. “You’re a woman?”

You nasally sighed a tired one. “Yes, I am.”

“I ain’t believing at all. You’re telling me you joined the army, British at that, and not a single one of them knew who you really are?”

You shook your head, but took that back as you spoke, “There is one who knew my real identity. But…” You pursed your lips.

“He is dead,” Connor finished it for you.

“Killed by a debris,” you almost glared at him. Jude would still be alive if it wasn’t for THIS white-hooded man.

“I’m sorry.”

You wanted to argue back. You wanted to beat him so badly. But, even if you do all that, nothing will change a thing. Jude will still not come back. You chose to remain silent and avoid looking at him as much as you can. You actually wanted to avoid punching his face for real.

Though, of course, you should be thankful that if it weren’t for this mysterious white-hooded man, you wouldn’t even be alive now. You wouldn’t even be in his ship right now. Why did he choose to let you live? He could have had the chance to kill you, but he didn’t.

Perhaps, you could try asking him that, however you were not in the mood to even talk to the man because of the events that transpired. You felt infuriated.

Once you reach land, will you be reporting to your superiors about what happened? Or, just go back to your brother and explain what happened?

Connor asked Mr Faulkner to leave and tend to the ship in his place. The old man did so as he exited the captain’s cabin. The Native opened his mouth,

“I was there to retrieve something.”

“And should that include bombarding the fort?” You could no longer contain not scowling at him.

“I have no other means of escape.”

“Then you could have at least tried harder!” You stood (since you had been sitting down) and almost shouted, your anger already evident. “Do you know how many men that I know died out there? If you just decided to just sneak your way out, then Jude could still be-“ You paused. You could feel tears forming in your eyes. You turned your back from him.

‘You have to stay strong, (Y/n). Don’t mourn for his death now,’ your thoughts advised you.

Silence consumed the room for brief moments. Connor spoke once more,

“We will reach Davenport Homestead in three days.”

“What?” Another one of those confusing moments occurred to you as you turned your attention to him. “We’re not going to dock in New York or Boston?”

“I believed in what Mr Faulkner said. I didn’t save you because I trusted you already. I still have doubts about you.”

“Then you could’ve killed me instead!”

“We are not to discuss that. You will be well taken care off and until I can trust you, I will let you decide on your next course. For now, you will be under my supervision.”

You scoffed. “You sound as if you’re my superior.”

“And might I ask who just let you live?”

Your mouth was open, but no words came out. He really got you there. You just puffed out a breath.

“Stay here for the time being. You can take the bed. I can just sleep at the chair.”

You didn’t say anything and definitely didn’t take a glance at him. He just nodded, assuming that you agreed and finally went out of the cabin.

So, apparently, he was taking you a prisoner.

‘Well, he seemed to be a legit captor. If I’m to go back to Boston, I have to earn his trust then,’ you finally decided in your head as you actually took the bed and let sleep devour you, hoping this would be all just a dream. But, you know it wasn’t.

Part 2 ⏩ (WIP)

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