Leslie Withers x Reader You Are Never All AloneLeslie Withers x Reader You Are Never All Alone by Sallade
Song that inspired me to do this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?featurelayer_embedded&v=Hf-1rtYPjjE
"Augh when is this god forsaken lecture going to end?" you groan under your breath as your professor goes on and on about the human brain. A sigh escapes from your lips as you lazily pucker your lips and balance a pencil/pen on top of your puckered lips."The capacity to "read" another person's emotional status, predict what they will do next or recognize what they think that you are thinking represent among the most important talents of the human brain. In a society where human interaction often determines success such abilities are highly valued. How does the human brain recognize the facial emotions of others or the sarcasm of a voice? It turns out that the neural systems responsible for recognizing facial and aural emotional content relies on the right cerebral hemisphere to a greater extent than the left where grammar and semantic meaning of words are stored." Clearly not paying an
Connor x reader I will look after you, sequel.Connor x reader I will look after you sequel.PandaNotes
The next day you awoke with a snuffly nose, your throat was hurting badly and your body had dull ach to it. You sat up in bed, hearing the relaxing patter of gentle rain from outside. You groaned, having promised to visit Connor before heading off to help doctor White and now, not only were you ill, but you would also be getting soaked. Sighing you clambered reluctantly out of bed, pulling on a warm dress, and brushing your hair before tying it back to keep it out of your face. Then you headed downstairs, doctor White had already left, no doubt to visit a patient. You felt too ill for breakfast, so you simply headed out. The rain fell at a calm rate, though as you walked along you got surprisingly wet. Reaching Denver house, you knocked on the door, coughing.
Connor opened it with a smile. You were pleased to see that he was looking well again. "(y/n), you are drenched, come in."
"Thanks Connor." You said, fighting the urge to cough and hop
(S/N)= Son’s name
You watched as Connor stood at your grave a feather in his hand. You died a year ago this day, it wasn’t because of your duty as a mentor assassin but because of your age. Connor and you had grown old together, had children, and been happy. You forced yourself to stay to watch over him until his time came. You looked at him, age had not been his friend this past year. His hair was gray and his face held deep lines. The sadness in his face made you feel his loneliness. He couldn’t see you, feel you or hear you. It frustrated you many times, you wished he could see you, you looked healthy again, you looked like yourself in your younger years. You watched as he placed the feather on the ground. He placed his hand on the stone that stuck out of the ground. It read:
Connor X Reader: First born.Connor X Reader: First born.PandaNotes
You sat on the porch of Denver house with Connor. A cool autumn breeze blew, making some dead leaves shuffle along the path leading to the house, the sun was just hidden behind the rain clouds, that would no doubt burst soon. A storm seemed to be on its way, or at least Connor had said so. Resting your head on his shoulder you smiled down at you belly. You had become pregnant with him only a few months after your marriage, and though it had been scary at first, Connor's kindness had soon put you at ease. You had worked with him as an assassin before you had married him. Having always planned to continue being a assassin, your new little addition, however, meant that was no longer your path. "I wonder if it shall be a boy or a girl." You muttered.
Connor stroked the bump gently. "I don't think it matters, so long as you and the child are safe and healthy." He looked to you, his dark eyes meeting yours.
"Agreed. And it looks like you were right about th