Stitches (Reader x Connor) by NightKunoichi, literature
Literature
Stitches (Reader x Connor)
It was always like this. Weeks even months he would be gone and then he would return with rips in his cloak, blood stains in his shirt and more cuts, bruises and gashes on his person than you could count. Connor would allow you to repair and clean his clothes but he would often try to insist that he was fine with a stern face, masking any pain that his injuries were causing him. You always insisted that he let you tend to them.
Today was no different. He hobbles into the house, clutching his side, his clothes torn and bloodstained. You drop the pile of clothes you had been carrying and rush over to him. It