#connor kenway x f!reader

[elfven-blog]

The Bunny Hunt

Summary: Seeing Connor in his hunting attire, gives you the idea of being prey. Connor Kenway x F!Reader CW: MDNI, 18+ only, p in v, fingers, public (In woods), breeding, reader is bunny, creampie, chasing, reader calls him wolf (yuck, only once), primal play, prey x predator kink Word Count: 1.8K

Your eyes opened in surprise as large warm hands suddenly rested on your waist, pulling you back against an even warmer chest. Sturdy muscle pressing against your soft back as he dipped slightly to nuzzle into your hair, a deep breath taking in your scent. And you relax automatically as that deep soothing voice fills your ears “I missed you”.

A small laugh shook your shoulders as you turned in his arms, your hands now resting against his biceps “You were gone for the morning, my love.” came your answer, and your eyes wandered down his attire. Connor had for gone his normal assassin clothes, replaced the grey and whites with brown fur, and apparently no shirt. He watched as your head tilted to the side, and your blinks slowed down as you continued staring at his bare chest until your hands moved from his biceps to squeeze gently at his chest.

The russet colour of Connor’s face turned deeper as he blushed, his hands wrapping around your wrists to pull them away as his head bowed down to hide. And a pout grew on your lips as he did so, trying to pull your hands free but he held them still, moving them above your head as he pushed you against the counter stopping you from being able to move at all as he used his stature to keep you there. 

He lay his head against your cheek, deciding to ignore how you’d touched him moments ago. “And every moment I am away from you is agony, so just accept my affection”. The assassin pressed a sweet kiss to your head unaware of the way your eyes were moving lower down his body. While the man normally towered over you, with the way he was bent, you had a great view as your eyes followed the hair that disappeared below his trousers, the fabric sitting low on his hips “I’m only wearing this because I miss it…it feels like home” his voice was stern, like he could read the ideas flowing in your mind.

Your heart softens at his words, you know how hard it’s been for him since he left the tribe but that mushy feeling doesn’t stop the way you look at him, or the way your thighs press together “And what if you did wear it for other reasons?” and you felt Connor’s entire body starting to tense. His breath catching in his throat at the tone of your voice.

“What kind of reasons?” his voice rumbled from above you in that way that made your thighs press together, Connor’s hands squeezed your wrists for a moment before letting them go, his hands travelled down to your thighs, pulling your dress up until he could feel the warm soft fat of your thighs. And this time it was you grabbing his wrists to stop him.

“I have a better idea”.

And that was how you ended up running through the woods, a grin on your face as you tried to control your breathing. You’d moved away from the homestead so there was less of a chance of someone catching what you were doing. For a moment you paused, hand against a tree as you leant to gather your breath. How Connor spent hours running you had no idea. A noise startled you and your head turned quickly, you swear you saw brown so your legs started running again.

It didn’t take long until you heard something again, and then big arms were wrapped around you. Hot breath against your skin, panting in your ear as you were forced to the forest floor. He used his body weight to pin you to the ground, his arms holding your hips up as he bucked forward against your ass. Your arms moved to hold your weight up, knees on the floor as your legs spread and your breasts heaved as your own breathing became shallow.

His voice filled your senses “What’s this? A sweet little bunny alone in the woods?” One of his hands stayed around your waist to keep you in place, the other moved your dress until it was pushed up your back, and he groaned at the sight of your bare cunt. Dripping and clenching around nothing. “With a sweet little hole ready to be used”.

Connor’s hold on you made it difficult to move and all you wanted was to grind against something as his words teased you, his hand slid so slowly between your legs, ignoring where you wanted him to touch most until you whined loudly. The sound that left you had him almost growling, his hips bucking forward again. 

He took a breath to control himself, his eyes glancing around him and listening for any sound of people, once he heard none his fingers slid along your pussy, gathering the wetness as his finger pressed to your clit and circled the sensitive nub until your hips were pressing down against him. “Poor bunny, just so wet” his thumb pushed at your hole gently causing you to mewl and your thighs to squeeze around his wrist.

The corner of the assassin’s mouth turned up, his thumb slipping past your hole and he moved his legs between yours pushing them open so you were held spread for him. Connor groaned at the sight, his trousers feeling far too tight suddenly. He watched your cunt clench around his thumb and his eyes darkened at the sight. The urge to fuck you taking a tight hold but he needed to get you ready first.

“Cunt just needs a fat cock to stretch it out” his thumb slipped from your hole resorting you to whimper at the feeling and the man above you shushed you lightly, his back laying across your chest as his hand moved so he could slip his fingers into you instead. Two of them pushing into you, knuckles dragging against your walls slowly “You enjoying this? Someone hunting you down and fucking you against the floor?” you clenched around his fingers in response.

Connor knew your body better than anyone, so he knew when to curl them up against that sweet spot inside you. His fingers constantly pushed into you over and over again until your slick was drooling down your thighs and pooling on the floor below you, your arms shook as they held your weight up and your back arched as you tried to push against his hand more. 

The man had you painting his hand in your orgasm, honey skin glistening with your juices as you moaned and gasped from his actions. Your eyes slipped closed as you cried out from the orgasm. Your legs twitching, and your arms couldn’t hold you up as you fell against the floor, leaves and sticks prickling your skin as you lay there.

“Such a good bunny” His fingers moved from your hole and you whimpered from the sensitivity. His clean hand pushed his trousers down, and he wrapped the wet hand around his cock to pump it a few times, grunting at the feeling before he rubbed the already leaking tip across your folds and against your clit until you were trying to get away. His hand pushed your back, using his strength and weight to keep you in place as his voice rumbled through your ear “You stay right there so I can breed this pretty little pussy, or you wont cum again”.

A gasp left your mouth at his words, hips bucking back against his cockhead. And Connor’s head fell back at the feeling, using his hand to rub against your clit again so he could feel the way you squirmed, trying to stay still but failing. “Please wolf” came the desperate moan below him as you tried so hard to be good.

And he grinned down at you in that animalistic way “Well if you insist”. The feeling of his cock pushing into you and your knees drawing under you, walls trying to adjust to the size of him and your head falling against the floor. The feeling was too much for you even with the prep, Connor tried to go slowly until your hand reached for him, grasping at his waist to pull him closer, unable to speak of what you wanted but he got the idea as he quickly finished pushing into you. His hips flush against your ass, and his cock fully buried inside you.

Connor’s head fell back at the feeling of your tight walls clamping down on him, your hand falling from his hip as your hands curled against the ground, gripping leaves and anything else. His hand pushed further into your back, the other gripping at your hip as it bruised the fat there. And he stayed still for all of a moment, listening to the way you panted and moaned at feeling so full before he pulled back and then snapped forwards causing you to jolt with the movement.

Within moments Connor was bullying his cock in and out of you, barely giving you the time to adjust to him. “Gonna breed this bunny so good” his words had your eyes fluttering as his hips snapped against you. The sound of skin slapping filled the forest around you, Connors grunts and your moans drowned out the sound of animals. Your cunt clenched around him at his words and his grip tightened on you “Like that? Yeah you do, wants this wolf to breed her”

His voice was hoarse as he kept mumbling out words that sent your head dizzy, and your hole tighter. Your legs shaking beneath you, nails digging into the ground and your body jolted forward with every snap of his hips. Every “good girl”, “That’s it” and “Take it” earned Connor some of those sweet noises. His breathing shallow as he lay his chest against your back, covering you completely with his build and pressing you further into the ground.

His hand slipped from your hip to circle at your clit, you didn’t know whether to press back against his cock or forward against his hand. The feeling had you drooling against the ground until your hole spasmed around him and you moaned. Your second orgasm hit you as you soaked his thighs and the floor again. Connor’s hips stuttered at the feeling until his cock pressed into you a few times slowly, dragging against your over sensitive walls until he was forcing you to the ground completely and hot sticky ropes of cum filled you. 

You twitched around him at the feeling, his hands moving to soothe your body as he pinned you to the floor with his weight. He panted in your ear as he came, his hips rolling forward a few more times until he was done. You whimpered as he slipped himself from you, he watched his cum drool from your hole before using his fingers to push it back in and your hips pressed back “That is a pretty sight” he mumbled.

#connor kenway #connor kenway x reader #Connor Kenway smut #Assassin creed 3 x reader #assassin's creed 3 #assassin creed x reader #Ratonhnhaké:ton #Ratonhnhaké:ton x reader #Connor Kenway x F!Reader #Connor Kenway x fem reader

[assassins-and-hidden-blades]

Hogwarts!AU WIP

The Hogwarts Express, 4th Year

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“Move over!” You shifted in your seat, your textbook balancing on the edge of the table in the train compartment.

“I don’t know whether you’re aware, but the only extra space here is on the ceiling,” Jacob retorted, pushing against your shoulder, most likely to annoy you.

“I need to get this done! Just give me some space for five minutes.”

Edward chuckled at you. “For a Ravenclaw, you’re not as organised as you probably should be.”

“Do you want to see my Transfiguration homework?” you challenged.

“Yeah, Y/N wrote ungodly amounts on the history and use of reparifage, but God forbid she write an ingredients list for Potions,” Evie teased, squashed between the two Hufflepuffs in the compartment.

Various friends begin to chorus their condolences for you and your predicament, alongside teasing jeers of how your priorities are extremely out of whack if you left Professor’ Snape’s homework to the last minute..

“Snape won’t give me detention if you guys shut up!”

The compartment went quiet for a moment before you raised your gaze from your parchment.

“... Ezio…”

“Not a chance, Y/N.”

“But you’re the only one in my class!”

“Snape will find out.”

“I’ll change it up a bit; he’ll never know.”

“That won’t work; I did that with Evie’s homework once and he caught me out immediately; said exactly what I was thinking too! I swear he’s a mind reader,” Jacob said, conspiring with himself more than others.

“You have a tell, Jacob. You can’t lie for a chocolate frog.” Upon his sister’s retort, Jacob’s jaw dropped.

“No I don’t!”

“You literally just did it!”

Small laughs littered the compartment. “What? What’s my tell?”

You studied him, face lighting up once you saw it. “Aw, that’s a cute one! Better than having a twitching eye!”

Jacob’s frustration calmed slightly as he watched the joy wash over your face. “Well?”

You laughed. “You’re blushing. But like, extreme blushing.”

“He always goes bright red when he lies,” Evie said.

“That’s not the only reason he’s blushing.” Teasing ‘ooh’s and laughter filled the air again after Alexios’ jab.

Jacob covered his face. “Alright, alright! Let’s focus on taking the mick out of Y/N for gambling her life with Snape.”

“You are playing with fire, Y/L/N,” Altaïr said.

“Let’s have a bet." You raised an eyebrow, mischief in your features. “I’ll pay for anything you guys want during the next Hogsmeade visit IF Snape gives me detention.”

“I’ll bet.”

“I’m in.”

“Your parents are going to send so many howlers after this.”

“The chances are too likely for me to not chip in at least a bit.”

“And if you don’t get detention?”

You actually had to think for a minute, before settling on an idea that you’ve been toying with for a long time. “Okay. I’ve got something. But it’s big. I’m not expecting you guys to do it, but I want you all to at least consider it.”

The entire carriage looked at you, intrigued.

“If I don’t get detention, I want to research becoming an animagus.”

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Taglist:

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#wip #what do you think???? #hogwarts!au #Ravenclaw!Reader #This is gonna be the plot for Ravenclaw!Reader I think #if you guys have any ideas you want for the other houses #lmk!!! #i'd love to hear them #insert all assassin's names here #ugh #here i go ig #altair ibn la ahad x f!reader #ezio auditore x f!reader #ratonhnhaké:ton #connor kenway x f!reader #edward kenway x f!reader #arno dorian x f!reader #jacob frye x f!reader #evie frye x f!reader #alexios of sparta x f!reader #kassandra of sparta x f!reader #bayek of siwa x f!reader #assassin's creed x reader

[fandom-imagines-stuff]

Do you have a masterlist?

Masterlist:

R6S:

Doc - Short imagine

Doc x F reader (Being forced to kill Doc’s friend, Part 1)

Doc x reader (Doc fainting)

Doc x reader (Reader asthma attack because of laughing)

Doc x M reader (Being babysat by Doc)

Doc x M reader (Chopping hair after traumatizing event)

Doc x M reader (Getting lost on a mission)

Doc x M reader (Squeamish with blood)

Doc x reader (Comforting during nightmares)

Doc x M reader (Doing laundry)

Doc x M reader (NSFW, making out session)

Rook x M reader (NSFW, dominating)

Tachanka - F Short imagine

Tachanka x M reader (Fluff)

Tachanka x F reader (NSFW, Femdom)

Montagne - Short imagine

Sledge x reader (Being teased by Sledge)

Sledge x reader (Slapping Sledge’s bald head)

Sledge x M reader (Piggyback ride)

Mute x reader (Dumb reader)

Mute x reader (Adopting a cat)

Glaz x reader (Graffiti artist)

Glaz x reader (Twitch streamer)

Glaz x F reader (Doctor looking after Glaz)

Smoke x M reader (NSFW, what’s in the canister?)

Zero x M reader (NSFW, making love)

Being treated like a kid by Sledge, Smoke, Glaz and Tachanka

Bandit finds out that the reader knows how to tattoo

Jäger, Sledge, Vigil and Kapkan find out you had depression

Spetsnaz & SAS (Texting them to pick you up)

Naruto

Kakashi x F Reader (Kakashi not being able to protect you)

Assassin’s Creed

Connor Kenway - F Short imagine

Ezio Auditore - F Short imagine

JJBA

Giorno Giovanna x F reader (Fluff, smut)

Ikemen Vampire

Beethoven (own character) x F reader

#masterlist #fandom #fandom-imagines-stuff #R6S #Naruto #Assassins creed #jjba #Kiemen Vampire

[celestialgaea]

Fanfiction Masterlist

Assassin’s Creed:

 finished pieces:

(Older) Jacob Frye x Reader//  Post Coital Mornings (recently written)

(Request) Brotherhood!Ezio x Young!Reader// Smut (Recently written)

(Request) Brotherhood!Ezio x Reader // Smut (Recently written)

(Revelations) Ezio Auditore x Reader // The Belly Dancing Beauty // Lime (recently written)

(Request) Haytham Kenway x Reader

(Request) Shay Cormac x Reader // Smut

(Request) Jacob Frye x Tall!Reader // Lime

Jacob Frye x Reader // Soft Mornings // Fluff

Assassin's Creed Preferences: Things you do that turns them on

Ezio Auditore x Reader // Salvatore // Slight Smut

Connor Kenway x Reader // The Baker’s Daughter Next Door // Fluff

Assassin’s creed headcanon: How they would react if  your breasts were seen through the clothing. // Slight Smut

Assassin’s creed headcanons: Music school edition

A Teacher’s Affaire // Literature Teacher!Ezio Auditore x Student!Reader // Part II

A Teacher’s Affaire|| Literature Teacher!Ezio Auditore x Student!Reader || Part I

Audio Imagines:

(Brotherhood) Ezio Auditore x reader / Audio Imagine #1

Drafts:

(Older) Jacob Frye x Reader // An old man still has vigor

(Older) Jacob Frye x Reader // Loving near the fireplace

 (Modern AU) Ezio Auditore x Reader // Italian Pottery Cursus

Haytham Kenway x reader // Come to bed

Ezio Auditore x Reader // Carnevale

 The Fight Club Champion || Jacob Frye x Reader

(Revelations) Ezio Auditore x Reader //Soft Mornings // fluff, soft smut

(Request) Ezio x F!Reader // jealousy

(Dilf/Older) Shay Cormac x Reader // mentor // smut

     Carlisle Cullen x reader

Carlisle Cullen x Reader

[unprofessional-bard]

MASTERLIST.

Last Updated: 12/12/2022

Losing My Religion Series Last Updated: 16/08/2021

NOT TAKING REQUESTS AT THE MOMENT!

Here's a guide to what I write, please read before requesting!

F! = Female  ||  M! = Male

(Character) x (Character) = Romantic pairing

(Character) & (Chatacter) = Platonic pairing

(Character) x Reader = Gender netural fic/for readers of all gender identities. All of my fics are gender netural unless specified otherwise!

(Character) x Reader/OC = Fic involving reader with OC characteristics.

(Fic Name)** = Fic involving smut/+18/NSFW content.

REQUESTS

• Can I make a fic/headcanon/etc. request?

Not anymore, I'm afraid! I've 7 and a half out of 16 requests done. When I finish them, perhaps I'll open them again!

I WRITE:

• What I like/what I have the most inspiration for at the time.

• (F!Character) x (F!Reader) pairings or (F!Character) fics as well, but no promises about (M!Reader), I'm sorry!

• Fluff, angst, smut, blood/gore... I mostly can write about anything. I like to write my fics realistically and pay attention to the story, but I always put detailed warnings on my fics!

I DON'T WRITE (TW!!):

• P*dophilia. Anything that involves an adult character/reader with an underage (child) character/reader unless it's platonic/parental. If I happen to write characters with age gaps, I'll keep it between adult characters – a five year age gap between 30 & 35 is not the same with 15 & 20.

• Incest. I don't know what the absolute fuck goes on in some of y'alls minds but just, fuck off. Disgusting.

Thank you for reading and understanding, my last wish is to offend any of you, so please please please let me know if I've made an error/if the things I say don't match with what I write!!

• R*pe. Reminder that non-consensual sex is just a polite word for rape. I will never ever write a scenario in any of my fics that includes rape.

VIDEO GAMES.

I. THE LAST OF US

Joel Miller

Losing My Religion Series (x F!Reader/OC): Masterlist to the series is linked to the title.

Don't Push It, Pt. 1 (x F!Reader): Based on this request.

Dont Push It, Pt. 2** (x F!Reader)

Sex headcanons** (meme)

Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanons (meme)

Romantic headcanons (meme)

Family headcanons (meme)

Kinktober Day 15** (x Reader)

Ellie

Romantic headcanons (meme)

Old age + Sleeping headcanons (meme)

Tommy Miller

Family headcanon (meme)

More works coming soon!

II. ASSASSIN'S CREED

Jacob Frye

Out of Touch (x Reader)

Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor

Hello Stranger (x Reader)

Haytham Kenway

Simple Twist of Fate** (x F!Reader)

Ezio Auditore

A Small Surprise (x F!Reader): Based on this request.

III. RED DEAD REDEMPTION

Arthur Morgan

Bedroom/house/living quarters + Sex headcanons** (meme)

More coming soon/Series in progress!

Bigby Wolf

IV. THE WOLF AMONG US

Cat and... Wolf? (x Reader): Based on these requests.

Have it Your Way** (x F!Reader): Based on this request.

Bigby Having a Crush on a Co-worker Headcanons (x F!Reader): Based on this request.

V. THE WITCHER

Geralt of Rivia

Some Peace & Quiet (x F!Reader): Based on this request.

Sex Headcanons** (meme)

Kinktober Day 23** (x F!Reader)

Yennefer of Vengerberg

Kinktober Day 28** (x F!Reader)

VI. DISHONORED

Corvo Attano

Romantic headcanons (meme)

VII. UNCHARTED

Nathan Drake

Sleep + Sex headcanons** (meme)

Samuel Drake

Romantic headcanons (meme)

Sex headcanons** (meme)

VIII. DEVIL MAY CRY

Vergil

Cooking/food headcanons (meme)

IX. CALL OF DUTY

Russell Adler

Series in progress! (as of November 2022)

More works in progress for Black Ops, Modern Warfare (2019) & Modern Warfare II (2022) characters, will gladly do headcanons and one shots for other characters since I'm motivated

#x reader #masterlist #fanfiction #fanfic #assassin's creed x reader #tlou x reader #the last of us fanfiction #assassin's creed modern au #assassin's creed fanfiction #alternate universe #au #rdr x reader #joel miller #arthur morgan #pedro pascal #haytham kenway #connor kenway #jacob frye #jacob frye x reader #resident evil x reader #javier peña x reader #javier pena x reader #javier peña smut #javier pena smut #pedro pascal x reader #jill valentine x reader #resident evil imagine #video game imagines #narcos x reader

[littlefrenchfryesblog]

Visitor Students (Part 2)

Pairing: Jacob Frye x Reader

Characters: Jacob Frye, Evie Frye, Ethan Frye, Henry Green, Arbaaz Mir, Kaur Pyara, Ezio Auditore, Maria Auditore, Claudia Auditore, Mario Auditore, Arno Dorian, Elise De La Serre, Edward Kenway, Connor Kenway

Modern AU

Summary: The reader lives in Turkey (The reason I choose this country because I want the reader to talks a language that none of the characters can speak or understand.) And the characters visited the school, that reader studies. The reader studies in one of the most successful schools in Istanbul. Reader and reader's friends have talents just like Assassins. The reader meets with visitor students. But the thing she didn’t know is the reader’s dad is the friend of Ethan Frye.

Note: (T/I/Y/W/T/P) = The Instrument You Want To Play

            (Y/N) = Your Name

            (L/N) = Last Name

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     From now on I will have some songs to you guys to read my stories with!! So, can you open the song from One Direction - Story  Of My Life Luv You All!!

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     (Y/N)'s POV

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              We continue to talk with Jacob when I told him how many things our teacher can do with a pencil, he just surprised. Because our teachers did not just write with a pencil. They can throw them in air and catch 'em in the same place and they can do that forever. And they are not stopping, not fail, every time. And so many things like that. That conversation starts when Jacob saw in his Twitter a text but it was Turkish so he wants me to translate it, and of course, I said ''Yes'' because how can I say no to his smirk and those hazel eyes of his. I look to the text message, it says ''Avrupa'da avukatlık okuyorum, Galatasaray Lisesi mezunuyum ve önüme geçen her testin tamamını doğru yapabiliyorum, sizin yetenkleriniz nedir?'' I looked to the text message with impressed and Jacob quickly realizes it and said ''What was it, love?'' I said ''Damn, this girl is so successful. It says ''I study to be a lawyer in Europe, I graduated from Galatasaray High school and I could solve any questions that come in front of me. What is your talent guys? And Galatasaray High School is the most successful school in Turkey. If you want to get into that school you should at least get the LGS exam full correct and all of your subjects and exams should be 100 and it means in your education system  A+.'' When I told him that he was impressed. And I continued ''So, what is your talent, Jacob Frye?'' And he smirks at me and I felt a heat goes to my cheeks. I hide my cheeks with the sleeve my loose sweater. He looks at me and says with a grin and a smirk ''Well (Y/N) (L/N) I can fight so deadly and I can take aim from so far and I can shoot my target from there.'' He looks at me like he asks me to say him my talent. And I realized he is quite sexy. When I realize it he asks with his low voice ''So, (Y/N) (L/N) what is your special talent?'' I answered him with nervus. ''Well, Jacob Frye I can remember everyone's teacup on an occasion that includes 100 people. And I don't think I have another talent.'' He still looks at me with one of his elbows on the kitchen counter, and he said to me when I just finish my sentence ''Lie. I saw the paintings you do, I heard you memorize everything you see and you prove it in the history class. And I saw your ballet and how you play (T/I/Y/W/T/P) in videos...'' He continued but After my dad calls me, I got the coffees and put them on a tray.

      I went to the living room, give everyone coffee. And went back to the kitchen, I found Jacob looking at his phone with worry. He looks like some child on a swing and looks for the sky with worry when it rains.

        ''What happened? I just went to the living room to bring others coffee.'' He didn't react to me. I go near to him and I saw an emotion like... Like... Heartbreak?

         ''My ex...'' And I say with  ''Oh...'' He continued ''I saw her story on Instagram.'' And he showed me the story for like five seconds ''As I say, she just gets over me...'' and he takes the phone to his direction and I stop him ''No, No, show that again.'' He looks to me with a smirk and gave me his phone. I looked again and I said ''I know this guy.'' I lead the phone between us and said ''Look for the man behind them. And look at the zippo he uses to light his cigarette. It has a Turkish flag on it. And if you look for the view it matches with the Barırköy coast. Wich is not a real coast. Wait, I know here. I was in there!'' And I took my coat from the chair.

           ''Wait!? What are you doing?'' I shout at him and I say ''If you want to see her, Quick! We don't have any time to waste''

           When I saw that he is not making any move, I grabbed his hand and lead him to the outside. First-time my luck smiles to my face and I found a taxi. I told the driver where we should go and he shakes his hand and we start to go.

           I looked to Jacob he looks like a villager who saw an alien. I said to him ''What?! Didn't you want this?'' He said when he stands straight. ''No... Well, maybe. But not like that.'' And when he said that we arrived. ''Too late.'' When I look back I saw he didn't move. He looks at me with a smirk and le relaxes more I shout at him ''Okey Mr. Sexy if you want to see her we need to go.'' And I picked his hand and lead him outside. When I lead him outside, he said with a huge, flirty and in my option sexy, smirk that sends a shiver down to my spine ''So, you think I'm sexy?'' I rolled my eyes and say ''Don't you dare start.''

        When we arrived, I felt a huge pain in my stomach. And as a normal human, I cry for the pain I felt. And when I almost fell to the ground Jacob pick me and looked me in the eye. ''(Y/N)! Are you okay?!'' I said when I got up. ''Y-Yes, yes. I'm good.'' 

              Shit.

         This shouldn't happen here. Like a bad memory, It was two years earlier, my friends turn their back to me. They shoot me behind. And when I was alone at home. All I want is to be free. So I go to the window and I close my eyes then open them again, I thought that look was my last look to the world. The last thought I have was  ''When people say you're worthless, that does not mean you are worthless. When people say you're a wrong person, that doesn't mean you're a wrong person. That's just prooves they are just stupid.'' And I jumped. But I didn't think I will live. But when I learned to make a child to me is nearly impossible, I want to die twice. And the doctors said to me ''You jumped to an iron bar. And the iron bar enters your stomach and damage the wall of the womb. So, you have a serious stitch. You shouldn't be in so hot and so cold.'' And if I will be somewhere like that it could bleed. For that, I take some pills to it. But I remember I forgot to take them today. 

          So, when I got up he was still looking at me so I showed him the girl named Teressa I think ''Look she is there! Let's go!'' And when we go near to them, I felt pain again and I touch the wound. I look to my hand again and when I looked, all I could saw was blood.

I got up and said to Jacob ''I'm in the toilet!''

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Jacob's POV 

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        (Y/N) wnt to the toilet with panic in her eyes. So I started to look for Teressa. There is a man that looked familiar to me. Of course, That was Trevor, he is one of the popular guys in my old school. 

        I came closer to them and I start to hear the conversation they have. Trevor said ''I will make you happier than that Jacob. When I get his gang called Rooks, I will win.'' I start to get angry. How could he say something like that? Then they continue to that conversation, some people go to that table too. When I take a closer look I saw my traitor friends. They were the first Rooks and the first friends I have in middle school. The first one I met was Ed, I was best friends with him, then someday Nigel came and when I so busy with making a gang in school, I didn't realize they were hiding secrets from me and after that, they start to talk among themselves. And after all of the time they just... They just... Go...

          After like thirty minutes I started to worry about where (Y/N) is. And I looked around for her. When I saw her she saw me too and she smiles at me. 

          She sat next to me and said with a warm smile ''So, what happened?'' And I look back to the crowd. And back to her. When I saw Teressa and Trevor kissing I just got up from the chair and start to walk over to the table Teressa and others are sitting. But when I feel something on my arm. It wasn't hurting me, when I look for it I saw it.

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    I took Jacob's arm and when he looks back at me I saw something at his eyes, a  child, broken and crying for help. And I saw it, his soul was wounded.

    ''Jacob, don't. If you will do that, you won't feel better than before. Believe me, they don't deserve someone perfect like you.'' He looked at me with sad eyes, ''How could you feel sure about that?'' I know that was an S.O.S. came from him, that no one looks for. ''Cause, I see it in your eyes. Let's just get out of here and I promise you we will talk about it.'' He just nodded. And we started to get out of the restaurant.

     We walked a little bit and arrived at the rocky place on the coast.  I jumped to the rocks and Jacob came behind me. When we sat to rock and look for the sea, I was the first one to talk. ''What happened? I mean when you look to them, you are not looking to them with anger or revenge ''What did they do to you, Jacob?'' He stopped a little bit. I was sure that he remembers the thing or things happened. I was just like a child who waits for her lollipop from her parents. He took a deep breath, ''It was two years ago, I have the most perfect friends around me. Or I was thinking like that. When I started high school, I was the most popular guy at school as usual. Come on, look to this face.'' And he shows me his face, I giggled ''And I planned to start a new gang. I joined all of the sports clubs I could join as possible, that's where I meet with Teressa, but that's another story. I was busy with my gang, and I think I get away from my friends. I still don't know how I didn't I get caught by teachers eye, I think that's Evie's thing. My friends start to ignore me, and '' When he didn't even finish his sentence I continue. ''Let me guess, and they tell you to move on and they finish their friendship with you, you start to feel like you are so weak and you are not enough for their attention. You became a depressive person, sometimes you feel numb and paralyzed. After some time you have new friends around you and you trust them very well. Is this how your story ends?'' His face looks like he was taken aback by my words. He just said ''Exactly.'' But I continued to my sentence I picked his hand and say ''Look, Jacob, people can be blind sometimes. Most of the time they don't see what's in front of them. If you're worried about you're not enough, all I can say to you is ''Enough to who and enough to whom?'' sometimes you see a beautiful person and an ugly person, you can say ''Wow! Look to the girl and look to the man with her he looks like her grandfather.'' and someone can say ''Wow! Look to the man and look to the woman with her. She isn't enough to him.'' so, don't forget, you are soo special, there is no other person like you. That means you don't need to worry about being enough for something or someone, cause you're always enough or more than enough. Ok? And you don't need to worry about the things you have a problem with. You can always come to me. Cause if you can't find a way to get out of them, maybe WE could find a way to get out of them.'' He looked to me with thankful eyes. ''I lived the same things too, so it looks like we share the same fate, Mr. Frye.'' I stood up and told him ''We can go now don't you think. We will have a lot of time to talk, Am I wrong?'' he stood up too and he said ''Oh, yeah lass.'' and he presses a thing in his hand and he moves to left a little bit and shows the car behind him. I ask with shock ''How did you?'' he said ''Oh, I have a lot of surprises.'' And he gave me his hand to help me get out of the rocky area.

       When we got in the car, I feel like his eyes always are on me.

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  When we were in the car, I couldn't get my eyes off of her. She was the only person who spoke to me like that. She was soo merciful, kind and positive. When I was thinking all of them at the same time, she opened the window and her hair was flowing with the wind and her eyes were closed. I could saw her smile on the wind came to her skin. She was like the stars. She lights more when it gets dark. I could just look at her and see the stars in her. So I wanted to make her close to the atmosphere, where she belongs. I opened the top window. And she quickly looked to it. She said ''Why you didn't tell me you have a top window in the car!?'' I said with the usual smirk on my face ''I said to you love, I'm full of surprises.'' And after that, I saw some drops on the window. When I look up to the sky, I was full of dark clouds and I started to realize the rain was started. The storms are coming. And when I looked to (Y/N), I saw she isn't at the place that she was sitting. And I looked to her legs. I saw she was climbed to the car's seat and she was out of the top window. I said her ''(Y/N)! It's raining! What are you doing!?'' She said back to me ''That's why it's soo fun!'' After those words, I saw her hair was wet, and she smiles the brighter than the sun at the storm. She was different. I felt something. But I didn't care about it. I was busy watching her. She said ''Can you pull over?'' when she sat back to her seat and I closed the top window. I asked her ''Why?'' and she looked to me with naughty eyes and she started to talk ''Just don't think about it! It's my surprise for you.'' and after that, I pull over. And she said ''I knew you like surprises.'' After that, she got out of the car and rut outside with her arms and hands open with a smile on her face. I got out of the car and I yell at her ''(Y/N)! What are you doing?'' when she heard that I yell at her she came back to the car and opened the song ''One Direction - The Story Of My Life '' and she got the voice level as high as possible then she took me from my hands and lead me to the pouring rain. Then she yelled at me ''Thought you were brave to walk under the rain, Mr. Frye'' Then she leave my hands and started to run. I said ''Oh, I am Ms. (L/N).'' and she yelled at me again ''So prove it, Mr. Frye! Catch me if you can!'' After that, I tried to clutch her.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Guys let's chance the song to Ruelle - Live Like Legends from here... All right! Let's continue to our story!

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  When she was running I heard a voice came from behind when I turned my back I saw a woman with an angelic voice and a long white dress. Then she started to talk ''Hello Jacob Frye, we need to talk.'' I asked her who is she, she answered me with kindness ''I have so many names. But...It was Minerva when I was dead.'' I remembered the name. And she continued ''I learned that you are always praying for Juno to show you what your soulmate is doing.'' I started to feel awkward and a little bit scared ''There is no need to be afraid of.  We are not the gods. We are just the ones that came before. I just want to know why you are caring so much about your soulmate.'' I answered her ''I just want to know who she is.'' and she continued ''I know you are so connected to her even now but I think I could help you more than Juno and when you need to make a choice I need you to promise me, child, that you won't release her.'' and I was so excited and I promised her I won't release her. and she contınued to talk ''All I can tell you is you are so close to being with her. Goodbye, my child, we will talk again soon.'' And then she disappeared. I turned to real-life when I heard (Y/N) called me. ''Jacob? Are you okay?'' And she came more near to me. When she was trying to hold my shoulder I caught her and swing her around. When I sat her to the ground she giggled at me and she said ''No! That's not fair!'' and I catch her once again and said ''Oh, isn't is fair, love?'' And after that so many times and rouns of running and catching. When I tried to catch her again she stopped and I jumped to her back ''Gotchya!'' she put his finger to my mouth and continued to talk '' Yes, of course, dad. We are on our way! Bye!'' she looked back to me and giggled ''Your face is so funny right now cause, you realize my dad was on the phone'' and I answered her with a smirk on my face ''Oh is it?'' and I catch her again and raise her to the air. And she said ''Why we don't take photos?'' and we started to take photos. And when we went back to the car we looked at the photos and send them to each other.

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     And we arrive back home with all of our wet hair and clothes we went to our rooms secretly. I told him that I will take a quick shower and I make a beeline to the bathroom. When the hot water hit my shoulder I was soo relaxed by the feeling. And my brain went back to Jacob again and again. I still don't know why I feel so attached to him but I thought that's because we lived the same things, the same infidelities, same problems. When I was thinking those things I got out of the shower and quickly changed my clothes. I wished everyone a good night and I pulled over by Evie and I told her everything we do, not the special parts, of course, and she told me that there is a very good harmony between us and she told me to be careful about her stupid twin, and after a little chit chat with Evie I went back to my room.

     When I was nearly sleeping, I heard Jacob's voice that calling me. I opened my eyes and ''Jacob? Why aren't you sleeping?'' and he answered me with puppy eyes ''(Y/N) I can't sleep. Can I sleep with you cause Evie sleeps with Henry my dad is in another room and I have a problem with sleeping in a place that is new for me?'' When I saw nervous in his eyes I said ''Of course Jacob, you can sleep with me. That's not a problem.'' and I made a space for him to sleep and when he sleeps next to me, his face was full of peace.

     I woke up again at 4 a.m. and I found Jacob sleeping on my chest and my hand was on his hair. And I use the opportunity of playing with his soft chocolate brown hair. When I was nearly sleeping I heard a whisper came from him ''Thank you (Y/N), sweet dreams.'' And I leave myself to the arms of sleep. 

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Connor X Reader X Haytham - Sugar Daddy [Request]

Fandom: Assassin’s Creed III (Modern!AU)

Pairing: Connor Kenway x Reader

Words: 1466

Warnings: Mentions to sexual content, but nothing too explicit.  Tell me if you think this needs to be tagged as nsfw, but since there's nothing explicit, I think it's not necessary. Also, OOC af.

Notes:(I took the freedom to change it slightly and step it up a notch 😉)

Forgive me father for I have sinned. I made this a bit more dirty than usual and I'm willing to make a continuation ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°), which is strange.

I apologize my lack of activity, but I’ve spent the last week fangirling over Pyre. That game is so husbando/waifu material. Plus it has the cutest canon pairings ever. I’ll replay it again a few more times until I can explore the various options for the endings. Seriously, I’m considering making a reader-insert for Pyre, which could be fucking canon since the player’s character is treated as Reader. The whole damn game is a Reader-insert with basketball-like rituals in between represented by beautiful art and music, and with amazing characters to meet throughout the journey... I just rambled didn’t I?...

Well, I did my best.

Anyway, enjoy!

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(sry not sry 4 the gif)

Her fingers wrapped nervously around the edge of her dress, nervously twisting and stretching the fabric. Her boyfriend was driving, hand occasionally settling over hers to grip them reassuringly. She appreciated the gesture, but couldn't help but feel nervous. Meeting your beloved's parents was never easy.

"I have an ex that lived here in the area." She blurted, trying to distract herself with conversation. Connor simply hummed in acknowledgement, not knowing what to reply. "I would still be with him if I hadn't met you."

"Was he jealous you spent time with me?" He jokingly asked.

"No, I just love you more than I ever liked him." She gave him an adoring look that made him blush. "It was more a casual thing, you know...".

As they progressed further into the neighborhood, she started noticing that it was the same way her ex used to take to his house, on those day they had it for themselves and could have some /fun/ without being interrupted. She had college roommates at the time, and her "ex", was actually an older man with a son of his own, a couple years older than her, so they took whatever time they could to spend some /pleasurable/ time together.

She drove away the thoughts of those times, feeling as if she was cheating on Connor just from remembering. Connor was the best man she ever met and no one could make her change her mind. Although the escapes were fun...

She scolded herself and remembered why she was there and her hands returned to the hem of the dress, eyes cast down while worries of what could happen ran through her head. She'd never been in a serious relationship, so meeting Connor's father was a nerve-wrecking experience.

Next thing she knew, her thoughts were pieced by Connor's voice.

"We're here."

She got out of the car quickly, fixing her dress before following Connor towards the house. Only then did she recognize the house and she froze in horror.

No, it couldn't be!

Connor took her hand and led her to the front door, which he unlocked with a key of his own after ringing the bell for a moment just to signal his presence. He led her inside the house, still holding her hand.

"Father, I'm here."

A head popped up from the door she /knew/ was the kitchen door and she just wished to jump inside a hole, curl up and die.

Her boyfriend's father was her sugar daddy.

"Connor, good to see you again." Haytham hugged his son tightly before he motioned for his girlfriend, frozen behind him and inwardly dead.

Haytham looked in surprise at her shocked figure. Just like her, he didn't expect to meet /each other/.

"Father, this is my girlfriend, (F/n). (F/n), my father." She realized she had to act quickly. She had never told Connor her ex was actually a sugar daddy, and she definitely wouldn't tell him now that she knew his father and her sugar daddy were /one and the same/.

She stretched out her hand for him to shake and smiled politely.

"Mr. Kenway, it's a pleasure to meet you." She said in the politest way possible. Haytham smiled, after recovering from the meeting, and took her hand. Instead of shaking it, he drew it to his lips and lightly kissed it, making her blush while she used all her willpower to keep old memories buried. Her boyfriend was next to her, for god's sake!

"Please, call me Haytham." The way he looked at her was mocking, and she tried to hide a glare. He was toying with her, and it made her embarrassment turn to anger.

The three then settled in the dining room for dinner. Haytham spent the dinner questioning the couple about how they met and questioning the young woman about her life, all information he already knew but pretended not to, much to her delight. When the conversation allowed, Haytham would slip in an innuendo that would fluster the other two and anger the woman at the same time. He would also constantly send her knowing looks, clearly amused with the situation.

After dinner, the three moved on to the living room, still talking. Although the meeting didn't go as planned, (F/n) found herself thinking of it a success when Connor finally advised they should leave and he remained oblivious to the tension between his father and his girlfriend.

Of course, karma decided to ruin everything when Connor decided to go to the bathroom right before leaving, which left the other two alone. At first the room was silent, but as soon as Connor climbed into the second floor, Haytham broke the silence.

"Well, my son has good taste, that I must admit."

"Shut up. Not a word. Connor doesn't know what kind of relationship I had before him, and knowing I had it with his father would only make things worse." She glared at him.

"Was it because of him that you ended our... relationship?" Haytham asked, analyzing her reaction.

"Yes." She looked him in the eye while answering, and then her eyes moved away and her expression turned dreamy. "He's so nice. I love him, and although things with you were fun, with him everything has a deeper meaning... And it's still fun."

"He makes you feel like a princess?" She chuckled before replying, still looking into the distance.

"Yes... Yes, he- … Hey, wait a sec!" Haytham laughed while she seethed, finally understanding the tone he had used to ask the question. She jumped from her seat and started putting her coat on.

"Here's the thing Haytham: I love Connor and neither you or anyone else can change that. So, let's do ourselves a favor and forget anything happened between us before this day. Yes, those times were fun, the thrill of the thing was nice, but Connor is the one who makes me feel loved, /alive/, and I wouldn’t change that for the world."

Haytham lips curled into a proud smile, but still with a hint of mischief underneath.

"Of course, I agree, /baby girl/." She almost screamed in frustration.

"Don't call me that!"

"Call you what?"

Her head whipped back to the door so fast it seemed she snapped her neck. Connor was standing behind her, towering over her with arms crossed and a brow raised in a questioning manner. She tried to find words, but her mouth just opened and close like a fish.

Connor suddenly raised a hand to stop her.

"No need to explain, I know what happened between you two." She exchanged questioning looks with the oldest Kenway, who simply shrugged. "C'mon, did you two really think I never came home while you were here?"

"Wait, so, you knew about us?" She asked her boyfriend, shocked.

"I did ask you if 'we hadn't met before' when we met for a reason." Connor smirked lightly, while her jaw dropped to the floor.

"So, us bumping into each other was /not/ a coincidence?!" Connor shook his head. "...Unbelievable."

"At first I just wanted to know why you were sleeping with my father." He pulled her close to him, while looking at Haytham, still sitting on the couch. "And I quickly realized why. I was just so happy when I knew you had chosen me over him, and most of all I was happy you felt for me the same way I did for you." Her heart skipped a beat, and she timidly asked, looking at him shyly:

"So... no hard feelings?" Connor shook his head, hugging her towards him.

"No hard feelings."

"Well, now that that's settled..." Haytham suddenly said, getting up from the couch. "I just want to say I'm glad everything's well, and I'll make sure to stay out of your way."

"You better." Connor said, glaring at his father. Suddenly the woman found his hands slowly drift towards her hips, making her look questioningly at her boyfriend. His expression then turned mischievous before continuing "...Unless you'd like to share, once in a while."

The confused woman looked between the two men, both with a glint in their eyes.

"Wait, what?" The two looked at her, and she realized she was screwed. They had a predatory look in their eyes.

"You think I didn't notice the way you were fidgeting at dinner?" Connor's breath in her ear made her shiver. It was true. Although she wanted to be mad at Haytham, once in a while a comment would make a dirty memory resurface and her body inevitably reacted to such. "What do you say, father?"

"Well, if she's up to it..."

The two looked at her intensely, awaiting an answer. She didn't need to think, her lips curled into a smirk.

"Do you really need to ask?"

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Complacent (1)

Summary: You meet the new attraction at your aquarium job. Orca!Merman!Connor Kenway x Reader A mini series. CW: Connor in too small a tank/being held against his will. Might become 18+ in future. Dedication: Credit to the lovely @ramshackledtrickster who gave me permission to make a fanfic based on their art (You should absolutely check them out, they're amazing) Word count: 2.3K

You had been working at the aquarium for a little while now. You didn’t necessarily enjoy the job, it was just a job. And yes maybe you felt a little guilty when you saw some of the animals in their enclosures, but especially the poor merman. When the merfolk were discovered it was like some mad dash to get the last toilet rolls at the supermarket. You knew nearly everyone in the aquarium was disgusted with the Director who said he had brought one, the building didn’t have room for such a creature. The biggest marine life you housed were black tip reef sharks and jellyfish.

And unfortunately, so many of them were captured. But you had also heard many of them escaped. So here you were cutting up the bits of fish for some of the animals, your nose scrunching in disgust at the smell and you swore the gloves weren’t working to stop the blood from coating your hands as you practically threw it in the bucket. 

Normally you weren’t the one duty for the ‘bigger’ animals, you tended to the fish in the tunnel and the rock pools. But one of the aquarists had to go home because they’d cut themselves on some rocks, and no one really knew how the merman would react to blood. You carefully picked up the bucket and made your way to the door that closed off the merman’s feeding area. Nerves pricked at your skin, even though you’d been told plenty by everyone else that all he’d do was watch you place the bucket and he wouldn’t eat until you leave.

Your hands shook as you pressed your id to the door and pushed it open. The bright lights of the inside area cause you to flinch and squint your eyes. As your eyes adjusted you looked around while stepping into the inside enclosure, taking a deep breath to settle your nerves and almost immediately regretting it as you smelt the fish in the bucket you were holding. And you swore you heard someone laugh as you gagged and held the bucket away from you before there was a splash and your attention was back on the big pool of water in front of you.

You took very careful steps towards the edge of the water, you hadn’t seen the creature yet. Only a few had. He hadn’t even been shown to the public, the Director wanted the public to settle down first. There were still plenty of protests and government talks happening about whether this was okay. You didn’t tell them that you’d been keeping an eye on it all, you didn’t want to lose your job. Not in this economy.

The water didn’t move, entirely serene and you thought for a moment you had imagined the splash. You were so focused you didn’t notice the head slipping out the water and the eyes watching you until a deep rumble filled the room and you nearly slipped into the water “You’re not the normal one they send” It sounds almost like an accusation.

Your eyes widen as you turn towards where the voice came from. They hadn’t told you he could talk. They hadn’t told you he could talk. Your mouth hung open as you tried to process what you’d just heard. And the creature…the man? Raised an eyebrow at your reaction, eyes glancing down at the bucket in your hand and you didn’t miss the look of disgust in his own eyes.

“Do you not like fish?” The words slipped out before you could stop them, and the merman narrowed his eyes at you before he turned from you so he could dive back into the water. Your eyes watching the black tail slide out the water before disappearing, the white patch underneath visible for all of a few seconds. The bucket in your hand felt almost useless now, he obviously did not like the fish…maybe because it was raw you thought. But you left it there for him, right at the edge of the pool just in case you were wrong.

And that night when your shift finished, you found yourself searching about orcas and their eating habits. From the pattern on his tail you thought he might be a ‘transient orca’ (you didn’t even know there were different kinds), and no. They didn’t eat fish.

Which meant the aquarium had been feeding this more man things his body probably wasn’t meant to have. And from what you saw, he was quite large. The pool was probably too small for him. The guilt of him being there felt like it was eating at you. It wasn’t like you had put him there, but by feeding him the wrong things, by not advocating for him, were you not just as bad? The thoughts didn’t leave your mind as you continued your research.

That was your first encounter with the Orca. You didn’t have much interaction with him beyond that, after all he had his own keepers. And you had your own animals? No, that word didn’t quite fit him. 

But sometimes you found yourself outside his tank when you’d get in for an early shift, or after the aquarium was closed to the public and you were on night duty. You couldn’t help yourself. You’d just stand there and watch the water. The water that was too bright you’d discovered on one of your researching nights, too bright and too warm. Apparently Orca’s preferred slightly colder water.

Tonight was one of those nights. The aquarium wasn’t too scary once everyone but the keepers and janitors were around. The lights above his tank were dimmed, trying to give some illusion of darkness but it didn’t really work. Your eyes could only make out so far, the water murky in the dark.

The sound of something smacking against the glass caused you to jump, and then you saw the black and white tail moving against the glass leading you to look up. And there he was. Grinning down at you, clearly pleased at himself for scaring you like that.

Your brow quirked up as you shook your head at him. Something you had discovered was that he really enjoyed scaring people when he could. You’d heard a story a few days ago about him grabbing the ankle of one of the keepers, completely freaking him out so that he had to go home.

“You come here a lot, but you’re not one of them” The rumble of his voice pulled you out of your thoughts, and you shrugged at his words. You did come here a lot. Maybe it was a fascination for something new, or maybe it was that tug of your heart with how pitiful? No. Guilty. You felt no end of guilt at how he was trapped in a too small tank when he should be elsewhere. 

He seemed more calm that day, you realised as you settled yourself on the edge of the tank. Your shoes next to you and your uniform pants rolled up so you could deep your feet into the water. “No I’m not, I work in the rock pools”. Your leg jerked slightly at the feeling of his hands wrapping around your ankles, the glare he gave you as he bobbed out the water made you give him a small smile and apologise. 

He lifted your leg causing you to balance yourself backwards against the platform beneath you, his hands slightly squeezing your leg as he touched the skin. His brow furrowed for a moment before he shrugged and dropped your leg back into the water with a small splash, no longer interested in your limbs at the discovery that it felt like his human parts. “The rock pools?” he asked, confusion showing on his face “Like those tiny bits of water that crabs live in?”

The way he spoke about your job had you pursing your lips while nodding, you hadn't expected to be judged by the marine creature. Instead of listening to someone being harsh on your job, you changed the subject “Do you have a name?” You asked quickly, the Orca raising his brow at your sudden change of subject but he didn’t call you out on it.

He moved to pull himself out of the pool, something you had seen him do a few times and each time it reminded you of how much larger he actually was. And you wondered if he’d let you measure him.Even with part of him out of the water, his large tail still swishes under the water sometimes brushing up against your leg. The skin on his tail felt slightly weird, a little rubbery if you were honest.

Once he had finished pulling himself onto the platform, he turned over onto his back and lay down, his nose scrunching as his eyes closed. His way of basking in this artificial light he had told you once, it was nothing like actual basking but it was all he had. You had almost forgotten about the question you asked until the deep rumble of his voice answered “Ratonhnhaké:ton” the name was a mix of human languages and clicks, one of his eyes opening to look at you as you looked at him, brow furrowed “You can call me Connor if it’s easier”.

Maybe that was the day you decided to do something about him. The day he told you both the name his mother had given him, and the one a mentor had. 

You had signed petitions, gone to protests and donated money to try and help ban the use of merfolk in aquariums but none of it seemed to do anything, and the Director was starting to get ready to advertise his new ‘attraction’. You had seen the posters. So now you were trying to think of some way that would let him escape, Connor had told you about the times he’d gotten out of fishing nets and gotten some of the villages’ calves out of trouble.

The sea churned in front of you as you stared out at it, biting at your nails as your eyes narrowed. Hundreds of ideas floating into your mind. Each one seemed crazier than the next. You were only pulled from your thoughts when a large hand wrapped around your wrist and tugged you backwards causing you to turn and grunt and in surprise.

The man grinning at you as he pulled you towards the water, half of his body pulled onto the platform but it slipped slowly back into the lukewarm pool as he pulled you with him. He had you in the water pretty quickly, your arms moving to wrap around his shoulders as one of his wrapped around your waist “Stop thinking” he whispered against your ear. Part of you swears you feel him purr against you.

You tried to untangle yourself from him but he swam away from the edge of the platform until you were in the middle of the pool, your eyes wide as you pressed yourself closer to him “There are other ways to distract me! That does not involve forcing me into the water” you snap at him, and Connor only gently pinches you in response.

“It’s not like you’ll drown” his arm tightens around you “I wouldn’t allow a cow to drown, I’m not that mean” His words have you scrunching your nose, an annoyed noise leaving you as your legs gently kick at the water. Although your annoyance halted in its tracks at the new word.

“Cow? Like a cow?” This time it was Connor who was confused, his head turning to the side. His brow twitching slightly as he looked at you. The hand on your waist dimpled the bit of fat on your hips as he looked at you like you were insane, his eyes only widening further as you repeated “Like ‘moooo’ cow?” 

His arm loosened around you as you made the noise of a cow, his face scrunching into a disgruntled look as his tail flicked in annoyance. “What is a ‘moo’ cow?” Even his tone shows his annoyance at your question, the playful grin gone from his face as he tries to learn what you mean. And it takes you a little while to explain about bovines to the orca, who in turn does tell you that Orca’s call themselves similar things.

But now he can’t escape your teasing of calling him ‘Bull’, which results in you getting splashed more often. Both of you ignore how when he has you swimming with him, he purrs when you call him that. His chest vibrates against you as his nose huffs at your hair. Connor has become more and more relaxed around you, his hands often pulling and situating you how he wants. Whether that is pulling you into the water to swim with him, or pulling you on top of him white he basks.

His favourite thing it appears is when you straddle him so that you can clean his tail and fins, his body practically shaking with how loud he purrs while your hands are picking off whatever is on his dorsal fin. “I’ve decided to commit a possible crime” One of Connor’s eyes open to look up at you with a lazy hum, his tail gently splashing the water keeps himself wet “And what crime would that be?” he asks, the way he speaks shows you the comfort he feels and how his entire body has relaxed under your gentle grooming. Lately he’s been less agitated at being stuck in the tank, more relaxed. Less resistant. It worries you, makes you concerned that he’s getting complacent.

“I’m going to aid in an Aquarium break” That has his attention, both of his eyes opening and he pushes himself to sit up until you slide down to where his tail and abdomen meet. The large merman grins down at you with nearly all his teeth showing, that feral excitement gleaming in his eye. Maybe you didn’t need to be so worried about him being complacent.

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Apocalypse!AU -- Field Medicine

I 100% could write the events leading prior to this to satiate curiosity, but rn this is all my inspiration is giving me -- hope you like enjoy it! If you want more of this AU, pls let me know! 

Feedback is always appreciated!

Warnings: Violence, swearing, blood mention, field surgery

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“Get down!” 

You ducked for cover as a pipe bomb was thrown towards your group. 

Jacob, Connor, Altair, and you were hunting for supplies in a nearby town when you were ambushed by a group of hunters. They outnumbered you by about five to one. 

“Altair! What do we do?!” Jacob peeked over to fire a few aimed shots. 

You all looked over to the leader in question, who was catching his breath behind an old car. You could see the gears turning in his head before he came to a final conclusion. 

“Run.” Another pipe bomb went off. “Run!” 

He led the way to an abandoned shop building that could provide cover, Connor following closely behind with you and Jacob bringing up the rear. Feeling the bullies soar past your head, you ducked as Jacob tripped. You stopped to help him up. “Go!” He waved you off, shakily getting to his feet. 

You vaulted through what was once a window pane and ducked, Jacob clumsily following suit. He landed on his side with a groan. “Hey, are you okay?” You asked, pulling him back against the bricks. Once he settled, you could see his hand clutching his side. What made your heart palpitate was what he was covering. 

Blood.

“Shit! You’ve been shot!” You turned to Altair, who paused firing and stared. 

“What?!” 

“I’ll be fine.” Jacob rested his head back against the wall, taking deep breaths. 

“What are our options?” Connor asked, looking through his rucksack.

A flurry of gunshots flew above your heads. 

“Option 1: We leave him and escape ourselves.”

You scoffed at Altair’s suggestion. “Don’t even think about that.”

“I know! Look— we either try and make a run for it now or we split up and hide; one of us with Jacob while the other two pick them all off.”

You all exchanged glances. “That could work.” 

Jacob shifted and hissed. 

You wrapped his arm around your neck. “I’ll take him upstairs. Keep them off our backs and don’t get shot.”

The two nodded. Connor passed you a first aid kit and some alcohol. “You know what to do.” 

Smiling reassuringly, you motioned for them to get moving. The two of them ran across the street, drawing fire until they were safely across the street. The firing stopped. 

“They split up. Find them. Preferably in one piece, but I can settle for one.” The voice obviously belonged to the one in charge. “The girl. She’ll be the easiest.” 

You and Jacob exchanged glances. “Come on,” you whispered, half dragging him up the stairs. You entered the room at the end of the hall and locked the door behind you. Luckily, the windows were boarded up, so they didn’t see you go in. Unluckily, the windows were boarded up, so there was no escape without making noise. 

The room wasn’t big nor small; but it had a walk in wardrobe that was big enough for now. You set Jacob down gently, kneeling next to him by the side of the wound. Taking a breath, you took in his complexion; sweating, pale, panting. You looked down to see his hand almost drenched in the crimson liquid, which has been dripping a subtle trail after the two of you. “Shit!” You half whispered, taking out the first aid kit and alcohol. Pushing up his shirt, you offered a roll of bandages to his lips to bite down on. He accepted, albeit weakly. “This will hurt, but you have to stay quiet, okay?” He hummed a broken affirmation, grabbing your free arm, assumingly for moral support. “On three; one, two, three…” slowly, you poured the liquid over the wound. Pained gasps leaked through the bandages as his jaw clenched tightly, tension flooding down his neck.”I’m sorry!” You apologised as his grip on your arm tightened tenfold. Opening the first aid kit, you immediately went for gauze to pack the wound with.

“You have to take it out.” 

You turned to meet his eyes as he held the bandages in his other hand. “Please,” her continued. “I can feel it moving inside of me.”

“But I’m not a surgeon! I can bandage a wound but I’m nowhere near transplant surgery.”

“I’m not asking you for a transplant.” He pulled out some tweezers from the kit. “I’m asking you to remove a bullet.”

You sighed, reluctantly taking them. “I was shit at Operation, you know.”

“Now’s your chance to practice.” He balled up the bandages and bit down on them again, bracing himself for the intrusion of the tweezers. 

“Ah, fuck.” Slowly, you pressed them inside the wound, trying to ignore the hitched breaths beside you. Instead, you focused on touch, waiting to feel the contact with the metal ball waiting for you inside. It took a few moments, but finding it gave you the equivalent feeling of striking gold. “I got it. Holy shit, I got it.” As you pulled it free of Jacob’s flesh, you could see his muscles relax, along with a fresh flow of blood. Quickly, you packed it to try and stem the bleeding, evoking another gasp. “I’m so sorry.” 

He pulled out the bandages, chucking them back to the kit. “Had to be done.”

You turned your head back to the first aid kit, eyes wandering for a needle and sutures when you heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Jacob swallowed, ears picking up on the calculated thumps as well. “Please be the guys, please be the guys…”

“Check all the rooms. Don’t miss anything.”

“Shit!” 

Instead of stitches, you grabbed some surgical tape.”We’ll have to finish this later.” The words barely escaped as you spoke, practically mouthing them in an effort to stay quiet. You taped the gauze to his side, heart rate increasing as the sounds began to increase in volume; they were getting closer. 

You packed everything away and straddled Jacob to peer past the wall at the locked door, gun in hand. You cocked it ever so quietly, aiming it square in the centre. Jacob’s blood soaked hand took your chin gently, a complete juxtaposition to the image in front of you. “Hey,” he said. “We’ll come out of this just fine.”

You wanted to believe him. You really did. 

The door handle began to shake. “Fuck, I hope so.”

You’ve never been this scared in your entire life. 

Someone kicked at the door and you flinched. Hands shaking, you tried to steel yourself with a deep breath. Pulling the hammer down, you waited as a boot came down two, three, four times. The fifth time actually working took you off guard. Two figures stormed in, and you shot multiple times as they crossed the short distance. The gun was kicked out of your hand and you were thrown off of Jacob to the middle of the room. You blinked as your back hit the floor, hands coming up as a figure landed on you, a hand wrapping around your throat. A man of at least six feet with muscles as wide as your head had you pinned to the floor easily. Instinctively, your hands wrapped around his wrist. 

“Not so fast.” The other figure spoke, and a second later had thrown Jacob into view, a sharp quick to his injured side. He let out a pained noise, bringing a knee up to protect himself. “This one’s in bad shape; wonder if he’s worth it.” A gun was aimed at his head.

Your eyes widened.”No!” You tried to claw the man’s hand off of you. “Please don’t.”

He let out a laugh. “Oh, he’s worth it, alright.” Pulling handcuffs out of his back pocket, he threw a pair to his partner. He squeezed your neck tightly, attracting your hands. He quickly slapped a cuff onto one of your wrists. “Turn around.”

You glared defiantly.

“Turn around, or he dies.”

Your eyes flicked between your attacker and Jacob, who couldn’t put up much of a fight in his half lucid state; restraining him took almost no effort at all, and now he had a gun pointed at his brain. 

You gave in, not turning around but allowing him to move you into his desired position to bind your hands behind your back. He leaned into your ear. “When we get back, you’ll be worrying about more than a bullet wound.” 

He pulled you up harshly by the arms. Simultaneously, two gunshots went off. You lost your balance, falling onto your knees. Looking over the bed, you saw Connor and Altair aiming their guns. “Took you long enough!” All tension dissipated from your body, and you almost collapsed. Altair searched the body for the keys. 

“Jacob?” Connor’s voice sounded from behind you.

“Is he okay?” You had your back to him, but Altair kept you straight.

“Two seconds.” When you felt the cuffs fall off your wrists, you immediately went to Jacob. 

Connor had uncuffed him, but he was still unmoving. “Help me turn him over.” Once on his back, Jacob gasped. 

“Great timing,” he quipped sarcastically. 

“Alright, we get it.” Altair pushed Jacob’s shirt up to see the entire square of gauze a dark red.

“Did you stitch him?” He asked calmly, motioning for the first aid kit.

“We got a little preoccupied.” You couldn’t help but feel guilt over Jacob’s deteriorating condition. You passed him the kit from your bag. 

Altair took it and got to work, as if he’d done this a million times before. 

“What about the bullet?”

“I took it out.” 

Altair sighed. “That was meant to stay in, Jacob.”

At this point, all Jacob could do was smile; vague but smug.

“Altair, how do you know all this?”

He didn’t take his eyes off of Jacob as he spoke. “I used to be in the military.” Noticing Jacob had closed his eyes, he snapped his fingers next to his face. Swallowing, Jacob blinked. “Keep him awake, Connor.” He began to suture. “I-uh, a friend of mine died from an injury in the field. It was my fault. He bled out because I never learned how to stitch a fucking wound. I spent hours afterward learning how to deal with field injuries— I wouldn’t let anyone die on me again.”

He wiped the now closed wound with more gauze, and quirked his lips when he saw that no new blood appeared. He covered the wound with more gauze and taped it down to his skin. “And here I thought you hated me.” Jacob chuckled weakly, trying to sit up. 

“No.” Altair pressed his hand against his chest. Instead, he offered a flask of water. “Drink this.” 

Jacob didn’t question anything, doing what the expert told him. 

“We stay here until he recovers some strength. We won’t be able to carry him back to camp.”

“Are you sure it’s safe here? What if more of their group come and see the massacre?” 

“With any luck, they’ll assume that we’re long gone.”

“Okay.” You sat down, pulling Jacob’s head gently into your lap. “Time to get comfy.”

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Haytham finding that his daughter, Connor’s half sister, is visiting Connor and learning to be an assassin from him? Sister is two years younger than Connor.

07/07/2020: Ooh, I love this especially because this feels like a part two to my other headcanon with Connor and his half-sister; I’m excited so let’s goooooo (@marshmallow--3 ;) ) It’s also just occurred to me that I don’t know Haytham as well as I thought I did...

Feedback greatly appreciated, as always! :D

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“What are you doing?”

He thought you knew better. 

“I relented when you decided not to join the Order -- I accepted it -- but then you go and join our enemy? My enemy?!”

You were caught climbing out your bedroom window in the middle of the night; you were planning to go to the Homestead, where Connor would be waiting. Haytham had unexpectedly decided to barge into your room for whatever reason (you were quick to find out).

“My life is not for you to decide, father.” 

He exhaled sharply, composing himself.

“Where were you going?”

Your eyes scanned him nervously. You were unsure of how wise releasing that information would be; that you also knew of your half-brother and you were practically conspiring against your own father.

“Out.”

“Out?”

“Just out.”

“Through the window instead of the front door? Don’t play games with me, Y/N. I’ve seen your papers; of the vices of us and the virtues of the Assassins. I thought you hated this entire... feud, with the fighting and killing and endless war with each other.”

“... You were looking through my things?!”

Watching as your father didn’t respond, you decided to move the conversation on. “There is a lot more to an Order than mindless killing; it’s a duty, a moral philosophy that speaks of not only the near future, but one that will influence change for countless generations-- something I think you should learn.”

“How dare you speak to me like that?!” 

“I am not a child anymore! You cannot control every part of my life as if I’m your property, ready to marry me off to your second-in-command the first chance you get!”

“That is not true! First and foremost, I am your father.”

“You are also someone else’s father; yet you refuse to acknowledge and care for him. Why?!”

He clenched his jaw, furious with your words.

“How do you know about that?”

“I know a lot more than you think I do, and I don’t know whether I can forgive you for keeping that from me.”

He sighed heavily. “Is that where you’re going? To see him? To join him?”

You said nothing, watching him with a solid glare.

Haytham turned around, heading for the door. “Fine. Go.” His words were cold, emotionless and distant.

You blinked in surprise at the sound of your door slamming in front of you, leaving you in a cold silence.

After a moment, you slipped through the open window into the clouded night.

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Could you do Connor’s reaction to finding out he has a younger half sister? Sister is a grown adult and has lived with Haytham and her mother?

How did I miss this?! Sorry to have kept you waiting, Anon! Here we go (doing Headcanons for this one) Hope you like it, and sorry it took so long!! Maybe I’ll write a fic after this, who knows? (Not me, that’s for sure)

Connor’s Reaction to Having a Half-Sister

He caught your eye in a shop. 

You automatically raised questions; why did you look so familiar? Why do you keep your face covered like he does?

His conclusion was simply Assassin or Templar.

Though which one you were? He couldn’t know for certain.

You both stared at each other for a few moments before Achilles ushered him out. 

Unknowingly, you followed behind them.

Once they arrived at the Homestead, Connor set off into the Frontier to hunt for dinner and clear his mind.

Of course he was aware of you being in a tree ten metres away from him; he was just waiting for the right moment. 

He notched an arrow in his bow, hesitated for a second, and turned to shoot quickly. 

But you were gone.

He lowered his weapon, releasing the tension on the string.

And then a force knocked into him from behind.

In a tussle, you both fought to win over the other. 

He managed to pin you down purely through strength. 

“Who are you? Why did you follow us here?” There was a blade at your neck, but you stayed calm.

“I’m Y/N, and you’re Connor.”

“How do you know my name?”

“... Because you’re my brother.”

Connor.exe has stopped working.

“That’s not possible.”

“I’m Y/N Kenway, Connor. Haytham is my father. You’re my half-brother.”

What was he feeling? Anger? Abandoment? Envy? Curiosity?

Slowly, he stood up, offering a hand to help you up (due to manners over anything else).

“Why should I believe you? I assume you’re a Templar, as he is.”

You sighed.

“I’m not a Templar. But I’m not an Assassin either. I don’t want to kill people; I hunt criminals instead.” 

Connor looked at you. He really looked at you.

You had familiar eyes and lips, but your nose belonged to someone else.

“What are you doing here?”

“I never knew I had a brother until the other day. I wanted to meet him.”

“Who is your mother?”

“That’s a long story -- one suitable over dinner?”

Connor smiled a little at the smooth request and picked up his bow.

“We need to find it first.”

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How does Haytham, Connor, Edward, Arno and Evie react to their kid waking them up because they had a nightmare (I just found your blog and I love it!)

Aww thank you so much! (I’ve finally got around to opening my inbox again!!) Here we go, then (thanks for specifying!)...

Imagine the ages as you wish, by the way, I never really had set ages in my mind.

“Papa/Father/Mama/Mother, I can’t sleep...”

Haytham (GN!Reader)

“What is bothering you, Y/C/N?”

“I had a bad dream...”

Haytham would rarely spend time in bed, choosing instead to sit at his desk and do some paperwork.

“Would you like to elaborate on that, young man/lady?”

“I was lost, and I couldn’t find you. I was really scared.”

They would be sitting in his lap in the dim candlelight, calmly resting their head on his rising and falling chest as he would tell them fantastical stories in a gentle hum, and would keep cradling them in his arms until long after they fall asleep, finishing the must finish paperwork first.

Connor (F!Reader)

“P-Papa?”

There was a sudden weight on his chest.

His eyes snapped open, momentarily alarmed.

“What’s the matter, Y/C/N?” 

He would rub their back soothingly as they climb onto him, tears staining his shirt.

“Don’t cry, darling.”

You would have stirred by this time, ears pricking at the sounds of distress.

“They found us, Papa; they hurt you and M-M...”

Connor sat up to properly hold Y/C/N as they broke down into more terrified sobs. 

“It’s alright, it’s alright...”

Kissing them upon their head, Connor wrapped an arm around you as they calmed down slowly.

“They aren’t real, Y/C/N; you’re alright now.”

“Konoronkwa, Y/C/N. We’re all safe here.”

“Konoronkwa, Papa, Mama.”

Edward (GN!Reader)

“NO!”

Edward startled at the sound and bounded towards the source. 

Y/C/N sat up straight at the sound of the door flying open.

“You alright, lad/lass?”

Embarrassed, they nodded. “Just fine, Father.”

He furrowed his brows, tying his hair back.

“Is there anything you’d want to talk about?”

“...No.”

They’d smile dismissively, but Edward wouldn’t let it go.

“What were you dreaming about?”

“I can’t remember, Father. Goodnight.”

They wouldn’t want to stay on their own for long. 

Lantern in hand, they crept into your shared bedroom, slowly climbing between you and Edward.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Edward would mumble quietly (as to not wake you).

“In the morning, please.”

With an affirming kiss on the head, Edward left it at that.

Arno (F!Reader)

Arno heard footsteps walking down the hall, and watched as light moved past his bedroom.

He checked over your sleeping form before grabbing his pistol out of the holster on his dresser, quietly pulling down the hammer.

As he stalked the noise, he quickly recognised the familiar sniffling of his daughter/son.

He hid the pistol behind his back instantly.

He caught them watching out of the window. 

“Y/C/N? Is everything alright?”

“I saw people die, Papa.”

Arno picked them up to sit them on his hip.

“Où?”

They pointed to their head, and Arno kissed them there.

“It wasn’t real. It was just a dream.”

“I was scared, because Mama was dead.”

Arno hid how his muscles seemed to tense.

“Mama’s upstairs, cheri.”

Arno walked to the kitchen.

“We’ll see her in a minute, but for now, how about a warm drink?”

Evie (GN!Reader)

There were a few polite knocks on the bedroom door.

“Yes?”

Y/C/N came into view, rubbing their bloodshot eyes.

“I don’t want to die, Mother.”

And with that, the waterworks started again.

Evie quickly opened her arms to allow them to release their emotions.

Cue a very long and deep conversation about religion, reality, and faith.

“Don’t be embarrassed; Uncle Jacob had that thought as a child-- Now it’s almost as if he’s asking for it.”

They slept with you and Evie that night, clinging as tightly as the day they were born.

“If you still worry, I have a few books on the matter that you might find comfort in reading.”

“If they’re murder mysteries...”

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I think I have a cute idea! H/cs for Ezio, Connor, Jacob and Desmond please, how would they respond to their child asking "Papa, where do babies come from?" (This falls within safe for work, right?)

I’ll allow it lol also sorry it’s late I haven’t had time to open my inbox at all recently. I hope I can get another one out today but fingers crossed I guess xx

“Papá/o/Father/Dad, where do babies come from?”

Ezio

Would have no idea how to react.

“I don’t think you’re old enough to learn about that, Y/C/N.”

“Please tell me!”

“I’ll tell you when you are older, and no earlier.”

“… Okay, I’m older.”

Connor

“Where do you think they come from?”

“Um… special cuddles?”

Connor would let out the warmest laugh.

“That’s exactly right!”

Jacob

He’d raise an eyebrow, wondering whether to lie or tell the truth.

“Do you really want to know?”

You won’t be happy.

“Jacob, you didn’t…”

“I didn’t! They did. They figured it out themselves.”

You saw the wink he sent their way.

“You definitely did.”

SMACK.

“Ow!”

Desmond

“Well, when a mom and dad love each other—“

“Desmond Miles!”

“… Which wasn’t the case for you—“

Cue an incoming slipper.

“Not another word.”

“Alright, alright! I was just explaining how when two people have—“

“STOP THROWING THINGS AT ME!”

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Babysitting (Modern!AU)

Request: Hello, could you possibly write something where Connor attempts to babysit the Reader's kid? I'm thinking four or five, the age where they're full of energy, short on attention and have no filter with the questions they ask. Thank you if you do 😊

A/N: This GIF does not fit at all :( I’m sorry for that haha. And this is my last request, so if you want, feel free to send any requests or stuff if you want. Also, feel free to tag me in your own stuff too :) Enjoy xx

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“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Connor asked suspiciously, watching your five year old daughter painting on the desk in the living room.

“You’ll be fine, Connor; what’s the worst that could happen? Besides, the two of you are practically besties! After me, she trusts and knows you the most.”

You packed your stethoscope in your bag as he crossed his arms. “I’ve never babysat before.”

“It’s easy.” Your scarf wrapped itself around your neck and you made a move to knot it. “Just do what I usually do. I’ll see you in a few.” You were desperate to get to the local stables where a brown mare was in labour.

Now Connor was alone with Y/D/N at 5:30 in the evening. A few hours; that’s all.

He leaned against the door frame as he watched Y/D/N painting. “You can sit down, you know,” she said. Connor huffed a chuckle at her perception.

“You sound just like your mother.” He did as he was told, and put a Disney film on.

“I wonder why…” she put her paintbrush down and went over to where Connor was sat. “Look at this!”

It was not a terrible painting of three figures; two on each side and one smaller one in the middle. They were all holding hands. “It’s you, mommy and me!”

Connor smiled at this. “This is amazing, darling. I’ll put it up on the fridge.” He placed it right in the centre. “Do you want to play a game or something?”

“Operation!”

“Go and get it and bring into the living room, then.”

Y/D/N agreed and practically flew up the stairs as Connor took a seat on the floor against the couch and waited. It didn’t take long for her to come back, and she giggled as she tucked herself against Connor’s chest. He supposed it was only natural to her.

“You go first, Y/D/N.” The game was quickly set up, and she was already set on getting the smallest one. She was definitely taking after her mother.

“Connor?”

“Yeah?” He took the tweezers out of Y/D/N’s hands.

“What do you do during the day?”

“I do the same as your mother. We went to the same school.” He reached for quite a big item.

“Do you work together?”

“Sometimes.”

“Do you like mommy?”

BUZZZ!

“Of course I do.”

Y/D/N giggled. “No! I mean, do you like like her?”

Connor’s lips twitched upwards. “Maybe.”

“YES!” She turned around and gave Connor the tightest hug she could give. “Does this mean you’ll stay over?”

“That all depends on what your mother says.”

After the game, it became clear that Y/D/N had clearly won the game. “You’re going to be the best surgeon there is one day!” Connor tickled her sides, where she exploded into a fit of laughter which consequently made him grin widely. He stopped when he heard her stomach rumble. “What do you want for dinner?”

She thought for a moment.

“Sausages and mash potatoes?”

“Of course.”

Y/D/N sits herself in front of the television and watches her favourite cartoons while Connor rolls his sleeves up to his elbows and turned on the stove.

“Y/D/N!” Connor set a plate of two sausages, mash potatoes, carrots, and peas on the table, accompanied with a glass of milk. He sat down next to her after picking up a nearby recipe book to skim through.

“Are you not eating?” She asked, not hesitating to dig in.

“I’m waiting for your mother to get home.” He did, however, make himself a cup of tea.

She nodded as he checked the time. 7:30.

She finished eating everything (including the vegetables) and yawned. “You should get ready for bed.” Connor reminded, rinsing Y/D/N’s plate to put in the dishwasher.

“I’ve already had a shower.” She grinned cheekily, and he squinted comically. “I have!” She burst then into a fit of giggles.

“I’m willing to believe you this time. Go change into your pajamas.”

“Can I come back down again?”

“… For five minutes.”

Y/D/N cheered in victory and hurried to her bedroom as Connor took a seat back on the couch. She came downstairs in what felt like thirty seconds. “That was quick!” She threw herself onto him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Five minutes only.”

“Okay, okay.”

Connor put on 101 Dalmations (Y/D/N’s personal favourite), and settled down (for five minutes).

You came in about an hour and a half later, relieved to be home. What you saw warmed your heart.

Y/D/N was comfortably wrapped around Connor, her head on his shoulder. He had an arm around her and it was honestly a sight that you could grow used to. They were both asleep, but Connor’s eyes opened at the sound of the door closing.

“Hey.” He rubbed his eyes tiredly. “How did it go?”

“He’s beautiful. Gave us a scare for a second but now he’s having the time of his life with his mom, so…”

Connor checked the time, extremely surprised. “It’s later than I thought.”

“Have you eaten yet?”

“I was waiting for you.”

“You shouldn’t have.” You smiled gratefully, taking your coat off. “I’ll take Y/D/N to bed, and you can serve yourself something to eat; you must be starving.”

“No, no, I’ll do it. You get something to eat first.” Connor cradled Y/D/N as he stood up, and you watched him slowly move up the stairs.

You made two cups of tea and equally split the remaining food onto two plates before warming them up in the microwave. As you placed everything on the table, you heard creaking on the stairs. Connor emerged with a small smile playing on his lips.

“Was she good?” You asked, taking a seat.

“She never stirred.” Connor joined you.

“This tastes amazing, by the way.”

“Thank you.” As you ate, you showed Connor pictures of the newborn foal. The conversation constantly changed, and you found yourself at ease quite quickly.

“It’s quite late.” You gathered the two plates up. “Would you like to stay over for the night?”

Connor checked the time. “If you don’t mind, I suppose.”

“Not at all! Your stuff is in the second drawer in my bedroom.”

Both of you have a set of emergency overnight gear at each other’s house; you live closer to a farm and Connor lives closer to a zoo. Having stuff at each other’s houses makes it easier for emergencies that require you drop everything right then.

“Thank you for taking care of Y/D/N tonight.”

“It’s not a problem.”

The two of you had changed into pajamas and were brushing your teeth. “D’you wanna come around more often?”

“Sure.” He smiled kindly. “Though, you should come to mine too.”

You agreed. “I also have a question.” You spat out your toothpaste. “I think I want to adopt a dog. For Y/D/N. Any ideas?”

Connor mimicked your actions.

“How about a Dalmatian?”

#Assassin's Creed #assassins creed x reader #assassin's creed imagine #assassins creed oneshot #connor kenway x reader #connor kenway #connor #connor x reader #assassin’s creed x f!reader #connor kenway x f!reader

[assassins-and-hidden-blades]

Angsty HCs about Connor, Shay, Alexios, and Haythem if they were to betrayed by there s/o. And with no choice to defend themselves they kill her, how do they react?

07/05/2021: Hi, Anon! I’m so sorry this took almost a year, but now inspiration is beginning to strike so I’m dusting off these requests! Lowkey had inspiration for if it was the other way around��  O.o (the bidding starts at one ‘yes’)

Connor, Shay, Alexios, and Haytham: Betrayed by their S/O [+ Ezio, Edward, and Jacob in Reblog]

Connor:

“How could you?”

Uh oh, he knows. 

“Look, Connor, it’s nothing personal--”

You trailed off your original point as his expression hardened. 

“No.” He turned away at your coarseness.

“You need to be dealt with. Boss’ orders. Can’t argue with the one who pays me.” You took a step forward, watching as he moved back. 

“I didn’t mean for things to turn out the way they did, but no one can change the past. We can change the future, though.”

And with that, you took a swing at him. 

Blocking your weapon, he stepped aside. 

You tried again, with the same result.

“Are you going to fight me back, or…?”

“It doesn’t have to be this way; you know that.” He was still soft with you, still gentle.

You continued your assault, anger and guilt building when he refused to fight back. 

“I’m not fighting you, Y/N.”

Sweeping your legs under his, you fell on top of him, forcing your knife toward his neck.

“That makes it easier for me, then.” 

There was an internal emotional toil in his eyes as he watched you, the one that he loved, act toward him with such animosity. 

“I’m sorry.” Instead of just blocking you, he flipped you and the knife over. He looked at you one last time before turning away, closing the distance between the blade and your neck. 

He heard the life leave you, but couldn’t bear to look. 

He gave you a proper funeral, not as Y/N the traitor, but as Y/N his lover.

Shay:

(excuse the duo gif there)

You led him into a trap. 

As soon as he saw an assassin loitering in the rafters, he knew what you did. 

After dealing with his potential killer, he went to find you.

He turned the corner of a street, finding you leaning against the brick wall, no doubt a rendezvous point. 

Your shocked face did nothing but confirm his suspicions. 

“Shay. I wasn’t expecting to see you today.”

“Or tomorrow, it seems. And the day after that, and the day after that. I know what you are.” 

Exhaling through your nose, you watched as he stormed towards you. “I’m sorry, Shay, but you don’t understand.”

“I think I do.” 

Your heart hurt at the pain in his eyes, but you pushed past your feelings. “Switch sides. Come back to me; come back to the Brotherhood.” 

“I’d rather die.” 

“... So be it.”

Out of nowhere, you procured a knife, and almost succeeded in hitting your target. 

Shay dodged backwards, grabbing your arm, shock ridden.

“I love you,” he pleaded.

“And I loved you.” 

And there, in the back alley, you had your final battle. 

As a hidden blade unsheathed, a winner was revealed.

Gasping, you held onto him as he lowered you to the floor, pulling you into his lap.

“Congratulations, Shay. You win.”

He sighed, brushing the hair out of your eyes. “I wish it were different.”

Choking, you whispered back. “Me too.”

Alexios:

“It was you? But… why?!”

You were caught planning with Deimos. A stupid mistake. 

“I’m sorry, Alexios. I had no choice.”

“There’s always a choice.”

His gentle approach did nothing but annoy you. 

“Not this time.”

You unsheathed your weapon. 

“Please, don’t do this.” 

“Alexios, I have to.”

Your first attack caught him off guard, barely giving him enough time to grasp your wrist. “Stop, Y/N.”

Each attack became harder to deflect; it was only a matter of seconds until blood would shed. “Please, Y/N.”

The spear fell into his hand, and without thinking, he struck his attacker. 

Everything paused. 

Blood spilt. 

Knees hit the floor.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered, holding you in his arms. 

“No, I am.” You smiled, a grief in your eyes.

Haytham:

“I should’ve known it would come to this.”

You watched as he relaxed in his chair, seemingly at ease in the presence of a revealed assassin.

“You can’t know everything, I suppose.” Playing with your hidden blade, you eyed him carefully. 

“You were good. Too good,” he admitted.

“Surprise!” The dryness in your tone amused him. 

“I suppose we should get this over with,” he sighed. 

Standing, Haytham unsheathed his own weapon. “Please, after you.”

Your blade struck out. 

Quickly deflecting, he knocked you off balance and spun you around, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

With a knife to your neck, he nearly whispered. “Don’t make me do this, darling.” 

“You don’t have to, Haytham. Let me go.”

You heard him intake a quivering breath. “Don’t play games with me,” he growled, emotion dripping in his tone.

“It’s you or me, Haytham. Make a decision.” 

He didn’t have to.

A gunshot rang out, and tears began to escape as your body went limp in his arms.

Charles Lee had snuck in, a smoking pistol outstretched.

“You shouldn’t hesitate with assassins, Haytham.”

He carefully lowered you to the floor and watched you for a moment. 

Then, standing up, he stepped over you, wiping the liquid from his face.

There was no room for him to be emotionally compromised in front of Lee.

Later that night, he wrapped your body neatly, and left it near an assassin’s hideout. 

He could barely bring himself to look at you as you were, let alone bury you.

When in bed that night, his body was still, but tears streaked down his cheeks as he stared at the wall. 

That was his routine then, and every night since. 

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[assassins-and-hidden-blades]

Assassin’s Creed Mobile Masterlist

23/04/2020: Hey! So basically, I finally got round to help you mobile users with one of these -- I’m doing it with the RDR2 one and The Witcher, which are embarrassingly short in comparison. I also thought it was time for a bio makeover, y’know? It’s a bit cluttered over there.

If there’s anything wrong with the links, please let me know so I can fix them haha.

Reblogs would be greatly appreciated (I don’t know whether Tumblr’s ban on links in search is just for outside sources or not, but better safe than sorry)!

Grab some snacks, a drink, a massive blanket, a pair of those really fluffy socks, and enjoy!

This is definitely me not procrastinating through admin btw

Last updated: 12/09/2022 (dd/mm/yyyy)

Bullet points indicate two shots or series.

Indents show corresponding links.

[NEW] indicates fics added since last update

ASSASSIN’S CREED: THE COMPLETE MASTERLIST

ONESHOTS

Acceptance (Evie Frye x F!Reader)

A New Mission (Ezio Auditore x Spanish!F!Reader)

A Midnight Bathe (Alexios of Sparta x GN!Reader) 

Arrows & Accidents (Ezio Auditore x M!Reader) 

Babysitting (ModernAU!Connor x F!Reader)

Comfort (Ezio Auditore x GN!Reader)

Confessions (Arno Dorian x GN!Reader)

Death and Danger (Ezio Auditore x F!Reader)

DON’T BE A BABY (JACOB FRYE X GN!READER)

Don’t Be a Baby  (Sick!Jacob Frye x Reader)

Don’t Be a Baby: The Sequel (Jacob Frye x Sick!Reader)

Don’t Care  (Ezio Auditore x M!Reader)

Don’t Hate The Player, Hate The Game (Jacob Frye x F!Reader)

DOWN UNDER (Jacob Frye x F!Reader)

[PART ONE]

[PART TWO]

Fox-Trot (Malik Al-Sayf x F!Reader)

Hai Scelto Me (Ezio Auditore x F!Reader)

Helping Hand (Connor Kenway x GN!Reader)

HOLD ON (JACOB FRYE X GN!READER)

Hold On (Part 1)

Don’t Let Go (Part 2)  

Hunted (Shay Cormac x GN!Reader)

Interrogation (Jacob Frye x F!Reader) 

Liar (Ezio Auditore x F!Reader)

Le Langage Des Fleurs (Evie Frye x GN!Reader)

Lost (Connor Kenway x GN!Reader)

Meglio (Ezio Auditore x GN!Reader)

MIRACLES (JACOB FRYE X F!READER)

(Part 1)

(Part 2) 

(Part 3)

Out of Place (Ezio Auditore x F!Reader)

Secret Admirer (Malik Al-Sayf x F!Reader)  

Sculptin’ Skillz (ModernAU!Connor x GN!Reader) [bit of a Crack!fic tbh]

SHAMELESS (Various x GN!Reader)

Arno Version

Ezio Version

The Challenger Beats The Champion (Jacob Frye x F!Reader)

This is New (Edward Kenway x F!Reader)

Through The Ages (Jacob Frye x GN!Reader)

TRUST ME (Edward Kenway x F!Reader)

(Part 1)

(Part 2)

Two Reasons (Evie Frye x F!Reader)

White Noise (Connor x GN!Reader)

Would You Care to Dance? (Jacob Frye x F!Reader) 

SERIES

THE PREADATOR AND THE PREY (DetectiveAU!Jacob Frye x F!Reader)

Masterlist

HEADCANONS (some specified in fic)

Being Ezio’s twin sister would include… (F!Reader)

Modern!Altair and Lazy Days would Include… (GN!Reader)

Malik Dating Altair’s Twin Sister would Include... (F!Reader)

Being Mary Read/James Kidd’s Twin Sister would Include… (F!Reader)

Haytham Comforting His S/O (GN!Reader)

[Haytham, Connor + Desmond] Reacting to their S/O Being Killed by Their Enemy (GN!Reader)

Haytham and Shay Getting Jealous (GN!Reader)

Connor’s Reaction to Having a Half-Sister (F!Reader)

Haytham Finding Out of Your Involvement with Connor (F!Reader)

Connor With a Really Talkative S/O (GN!Reader)

Jacob and Alexios Reacting to You Losing Your Job (GN!Reader)

Mechanic!Jacob and Mechanic!Reader Headcanons (GN!Reader)

Jacob with a Short, Weak (not physically strong) F!Reader

Shay Being Soft With His S/O (GN!Reader)

[Ezio + Jacob] With Autistic S/O (GN!Reader)

The Assassins and Their Secret Admirers [+ Altair, Ezio, Arno, Jacob] (GN!Reader)

How The Assassins Would React to Their S/O Confessing to Them [ + Altaïr, Ezio, Jacob]

[+ Connor, Arno]

How the Assassins Would React to Their S/O As A Vigilante [+ Shay, Arno, Connor, Edward] (GN!Reader)

How the Assassins Would React to Their S/O Returning After a Long Term Mission [+ Haytham, Connor, Evie, Jacob, Shay] (GN!Reader)

How the Assassins Would React to Their S/O Being Badly Injured [+ Ezio, Connor, Shay, Shaun, Desmond] (GN!Reader)

How the Assassin’s React to Being Betrayed by Their S/O [+ Alexios, Ezio, Haytham, Connor, Shay, Edward, Jacob] (GN!Reader)

How the Assassins Look after Their Children (Alone) [+ Alexios, Kassandra, Ezio, Edward, Arno, Jacob, Evie] (GN!Reader)

How the Assassins Would Teach Their Children to Climb [ + All - Evie] (GN!Reader)

How the Assassins Would React to Their Child Talking Back [+ All] (GN!Reader)

How the Assassins Would React to Their Child Becoming The Leader of a Gang [+ Haytham, Jacob, Arno, Altair, Connor, Ezio] (GN!Reader)

How the Assassins Would React to Their Child Being a Talented Artist [+ Connor, Altair, Alexios] (GN!Reader)

How the Assassins Would React to Their Child Waking Up From a Nightmare [+ Haytham, Connor, Edward, Arno, Evie] (explicit F!reader in some, otherwise not referenced/GN)

How the Assassins Would React to Their Child Asking Where Babies Come From [+ Ezio, Connor, Jacob, Desmond] (Implied F!Reader)

How the Assassins Would React to Their S/O Being Pregnant and Their Baby Kicking For The First Time [+ Haytham, Shay, Arno, Jacob] (F!Reader)

THE ASSASSINS IN AN APOCALYPSE!AU:

Intro (possibly to be followed by drabbles) [ + All] (GN!Reader)

Field Medicine [+ Altair, Connor, Jacob] (F!Reader)

Safe (Part 1) [+ All? Jacob x Reader] (F!Reader/M!Reader/GN!Reader)

How The Assassins Comfort You Before Surgey [+ Ezio, Edward, Jacob] (GN!Reader)

Jacob Frye Flangst Headcanons (GN!Reader)

Jacob Frye Planning your Surprise Birthday (GN!Reader)

DRABBLES

Edward Kenway’s First: Fight, Kill, Sparring Match (F!Reader)

Edward Kenway: Health to the Company (F!Reader)

Jacob Frye: His S/O’s Child Falls Over (F!Reader)

Jacob Frye: His Children Sparring -- “Winner Gets Ice Cream!” (Heavily implied F!Reader)

Jacob Frye: A Rough Day (GN!Reader)

Ezio Auditore: After a Hard Day at Work (GN!Reader)

Ezio Auditore: Unexpected Anguish (GN!Reader)

Ezio Auditore: Unrequited (GN!Reader)

RANDOM SCRIBBLES (ALL GN!READER)

Wishful Thinking

Brave Advances

Happy Halloween

Home

Golden Lullaby 

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