Hello people, and welcome to another one-shot of Following the Wolves. I hope you guys liked the first little fluff story I put up! Leave a review! The more reviews I get the quicker I post the next chapter!
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Genevieve hummed a simple tune as she made her way through the crowded city of Boston. She pulled her shawl closer to her as the harsh wind caused a shiver to run down her spine. Connor was arriving at the docks today from his trip on The Aquila, so she decided to meet him there.
The couple had been separated for a month and Genevieve hated every minute of it. She never liked being far away from Connor, and him the same. She kept herself occupied by assisting the residents at the Homestead, such as chopping wood for Norris, much to his dismay. Also Prudence was grateful that she took some time to cook dinner or look after her son. Genevieve didn't mind in the slightest.
Actually she quite enjoyed it.
Genevieve continued to avoid being shoved by angry customers as they yelled at the shopkeepers. It was market day, which always caused some sort of havoc in the town. The last time she visited, a gun was drawn and pointed at her face because the store owner accused her of stealing. Luckily Connor was there to disarm the man and pull Genevieve away from the swarm of people.
She arrived at the docks, watching The Aquila come into sight. A smile spread across her face as the white sails stood out perfectly in view.
He was finally home.
As the large ship stopped and a plank was pulled down, Genevieve trotted aboard, being careful to step on with her right foot first.
"Ah, 'ello lass." Mr. Faulkner greeted with a smirk. "Haven't seen you in a while, still fight as good as I remember?" He winked and Genevieve chuckled.
"I hope so, have you seen Connor?"
"Connor?" Robert tapped his chin in thought. "Last time I saw 'im he was in his cabin. He's around here somewhere."
"Thank you Mr. Faulkner. It was nice seeing you again."
"And ye too lass." He nodded his head and turned around. Genevieve giggled quietly hearing him yap at some of the crew, telling them to stop staring and get back to work.
The brunette wandered towards the stairs, but was interrupted by a man standing in front of her, blocking her way. His hair was a black colour that shaggily covered his forehead and he was rather tall.
"Can I help you?" Genevieve asked, raising her eyebrows.
"I was wondering what a pretty little thing like yourself would be doing on a man's ship." He smirked.
Genevieve scoffed and rolled her eyes. "I am actually looking for the captain, now if you would excuse me." She stepped to her left, trying to walk shuffle past the man, but was stopped once again by his figure.
"Would you like a tour?"
"I've been aboard this ship before, now if you would kindly move." Genevieve's eyebrows furrowed at the man's nature. Utter idiocy.
"The names Jack by the way, and yours?"
"None of your business." She crossed her arms over her chest impatiently.
"Oh come on love, don't be like that." Jack reached for her arm but she stepped back, hitting someone's chest. Genevieve turned around and looked up to find exactly who she had been looking for.
"Connor." She grinned. He smiled back and wrapped a strong arm around her waist. The Mohawk's face faded into a frown as he drew his attention back to Jack.
"Do you have somewhere you need to be?" Connor almost growled.
Jack's eyes drifted to the arm around Genevieve, noticing how close the two were. "Yes sir." He mumbled while walking away.
Genevieve turned toward Connor and wrapped her arms around his neck, embracing him. "You're home." She said softly, reassuring herself.
"I am." He whispered. "I missed you."
"I missed you too." Genevieve pulled back to look at his face and she gently ran her fingertips along his cheekbones.
"Was Jack causing you trouble?" Connor asked seriously. She only shook her head.
"No, he was just being a nuisance." He nodded and kissed her forehead. "How was your trip?"
"We came across some pirates near the Caribbean Sea, but they weren't as skilled as they thought. Other than that, it was a quiet voyage, other than Mr. Faulkner's drunken antics." Genevieve laughed, she could only imagine.
"What did the pirates want?"
"There are rumors that there is a cave not far off the Eastern Island that holds items of value. The crew set off to find it, but failed. One of my men found this on their ship." Connor handed her a scroll of paper. Genevieve unrolled it; the scripture had a map drawn on it with several markings on specific areas.
"A decoded map."
"We believe it will lead us to the hidden cave. I was going to ask you if you would like to accompany me on this journey." Genevieve craned her neck back.
"Of course I will." She placed a quick peck to his lips and then returned her attention back to the map. "Fascinating." She murmured. Connor chuckled and pressed a kiss to her head. "When are we leaving?"
"Possibly in a few days."
"Thank goodness, I don't think I can handle another one of Norris' lectures on how to chop wood." Genevieve looked up at Connor, who was narrowing his eyes at Jack. "Ratonhnhaké ton, what is the matter?" She tapped his chest, trying to get his attention.
"He keeps staring at you."
"Is someone jealous?" Genevieve implied with a smirk.
"I am not jealous."
"Then you wouldn't mind if I walked over and made a conversation with him then?" Connor tensed and tightened his hold around her waist.
"Alright, I am jealous." He admitted with a huff.
"Don't worry, I only have eyes for you." Genevieve stood up on her toes and kissed his jaw.
"Konnorónhkwa."
"I love you too."
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What did you guys think? I hope you enjoyed that little story, I know I enjoyed writing it! I will probably involve Jack in the my next one-shot which will be about the voyage. Leave suggestions in the reviews if you would like something specific. Also I would like to know which fanfic I should write next, I'm having trouble deciding so I would love to hear your opinion!
1. X-men (Nightcrawler/ Kurt Wagner &OC)
2. The Walking Dead (Daryl Dixon &OC)
3. Something else?
Let me know, and I'll see you around! –Lildoll98