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The night air was cold. Riding your horse through forests was not your thing. You had to dodge so many trees. You turned your head, glad to see no redcoats chasing you. Then you heard a gunshot. In a heart beat you and your horse, Robin, where thudding to the ground. You felt no pain and were confused. Then the realization hit. You frantically looked around for Robin. You saw him on the ground a couple feet away. You quickly scrambled to him. His stomach was bleeding heavily. “No no no no…” You said, starting to cry. “Robin, baby. It’s alright.” You told your horse while brushing his thick long mane. He pa

Connor x Reader - Mothers day You were walking down the beach of Homestead. Mothers Day was coming and you had no idea what to do for youre mother. You were thinkinga rose or some other flowers. Sudenlly when you heard footsteps coming youre way. It was Connor Kenway. You two have been friends sence he came to Homestead. 'Maybe i  could ask him about what i can make for my mother' You thought. You didn't know that he dosen't have a mother. He never really talked about his family. "Hello Connor!" You said happily. You haven't seen him in a long time sence he was always looking for Charles Lee. "Hello (Name)." He said not showing any emotion

You break from your sleep to hear the annoying sound of your alarm. You groan lazily, then turn it off. You sit up, yawn, and then you suddenly remember something. "...It's the school winter break." You smile happily, and sigh. You brush your [h/c] hair, and lazily slide out of bed. You get dressed into some warm winter clothes. "I think I'm gonna go outside in the snow." You smile as you open the door to see children running around, laughing, and playing in the snow. You grab your sketching pad and pencil, and find a quiet bench to sit on. You take a look over at the children playing. You think back to when you were a little girl, playi

You breathed out a sigh. Finally. The persistent woman left your stand. You worked as a florist in Boston. You didn't have a shop. You were more like a a mobile florist, moving around Boston frequently, and sometimes even going to New York. Your flowers were considered the best since you planted and tended your own. Never used chemicals either. "Ah, it seems like a good day?" A man smiled, hearing the jingle of coins in your coin pouch. You gave him a tired smile. He was a frequent customer, always buying flowers for his insationable wife. "Yes, though I'm very tired." You yawned. He chuckled. "Usual?" You sighed, pointing at a few daisie