#shaun hastings x reader

[sazula]

Hey there! How are you? I just came across you fanfic Two sides to every story (Shaun Hastings x reader) and I read all of it too quickly for my liking. I am obsessed. I just wanted to ask when would you be updating it?

Firstly, I'm sorry it's taken me a week to answer this. Secondly, if I'm completely honest, Anon, I have *no idea* when I'll be updating. Real life for me right now is incredibly hectic, hence the delay in replying. I recently finished a diploma qualification to become a registered clinician in Optics, and have gone straight into the next step of my career journey, which is basically a masters course, and it's so damn intense. That, along with working full time and being a mum, means I have hardly any free time to do anything. I will say that the next chapter is partly written (and has been for a while tbh) and is never far from my thoughts. If I get some time over Christmas, I may try and finish it!

Thank you so, so much for your message! It's so lovely to hear that you read it, and enjoyed it! Really means a lot to me 🥰🥰 much love to you!!

#anonymous #my life is insane rn #i am barely sleeping these days #just so i have time to do shizz #great for my health lmaoooo

[harveywritings92]

Someone flirts with you in front of them: Shay, Edward, Shaun.

Shay Cormac: Y/n's father had hired a new assistant undertaker at the funeral home, a one Mr. Ronald McFinley he was an average looking brown hair, gray eyes freckles and a somewhat spoiled man from a upper-middle class upbringing, His parents had asked (begged) Y/n's father to take him on as an apprentice as favor due to Ronald being barred from other medical education and practices.

*e.I. he's a spoiled brat who thinks he knows everything.*  

Mr.L/n reluctantly agreed to take him on the Scotsman wasn't a bad worker but he wasn’t a good one either as Mr L/n or and another worker would have to fix any mistakes he had made in his haste and  laziness.

Another thing that started to show was Ronald's very obvious affections for the undertaker's pretty daughter Y/n, often starring at her from afar or slacking in his studies daydreaming about an imaginary life together, he'd often abandon his post at work just to waste time and talk her.

The young y/ec woman however found him annoying she had a dislike for men like Ronald flashy, rich and obnoxious. men who only wanted a woman like herself; simply because she's pretty.... not because of her personality or her intelligence, No... Men like Ronald just want a pretty little ornament to hang off his arm and make babies for him.

Evident by the expensive gifts, clothes and money he would flash at her in hopes she'd swoon into his arms and every time she would send it back and every time she would say "No." each time Ronald would never get the hint.

That was until Shay came home, it seemed like any other day, Ronald was slacking in his studies trying again trying vain to get Y/n's affection and hand which her father had rejected when the young Scotsman had asked for his permission to marry her, it's was a silver and pearl necklace this time.

 He cleared his throat to get the y/ht woman's attention and she sighed rolling her eyes waiting for his "My lovely or dear Y/n" spiel again only to noticed someone come in the funeral home someone who Y/n greatly missed tears welled in her eyes as a happy smile slowly found it's way on her face.

Ronald not seeing the man behind thought he'd finally done it and won Y/n's heart opened his arms wide thinking she was going to leap into his arms with happiness instead he was blindsided when she shoved him aside and tearfully called out 

"Shay!" and watched as she ran into the arms of a very large dark haired stranger dressed in black with a scar on his face the gray eyed man stared slack jawed as the object of his affection pulled this "Shay" into a passionate kiss before pulling away eyes locked lovingly on each other.

Only for their moment to be broken by a seething Ronald who cleared his throat getting their attention, Y/n's mood dropped having her reunion with her lover interrupted. "Oh... still here um...Roy?" Ronald blinked in disbelief one kiss with this filthy street dog, and she couldn't remember his name?! a vein appeared on the Scotsman's neck.

"Ronald Howard McFinley." he hissed venom dripped on every word as he glared daggers at Shay who looked like he was about to say something only for Ronald suddenly reach out and slap him with a glove. "And challenge you... to a duel!?!?" he screamed as Y/n and Shay looked at each other than at Ronald"Are you serious?" the Irishman snorted but the brown haired man started rambling pistols at dawn and all that, before Shay sighed calmly lifted  his left hand like he was going to ask a question.

Ronald quieted down to hear what the Irishman had to say only to get a palm-Strike to the forehead knocking Ronald flat on his arse, the gray eyed man rolled around on the floor holding his forehead and wailing all while the couple shook their heads at the spectacle.

"I thought your father was exaggerating, when he wrote you were being tormented by a man-child." Shay said as they stepped over the rolling man, Y/n clung to his arm affectionately. "Oh, Shay you know my father's bad at jokes." she stated as they when to somewhere private to be reacquainted. From then on, Ronald. Who was sporting a ridiculous bruise on his forehead started behaved himself and take his job seriously (Shay had few words with him) stayed away from Y/n and was best warn any other potential suitors of her scary husband to be.

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Edward:

They weren't together per say... mainly due to Edward's wife Caroline and Y/n respected that boundary no matter how much it hurt, But that still didn't stall the bubbling rage Edward felt the second redheaded man sat down next to Y/n taking up much of her attention away from him, he watched at the man said something that made his lass laugh...

Edward's lips curled into a snarled and averted his eyes to look at his ale not even paying attention to the barmaid who kept trying to get him to look at her and left in a huff when Edward wouldn't budge, Then Edward noticed something was askew in Y/n's voice her laughter seemed tight and forced, Edward swallowed pride and looked back at the the Y/hc who disappeared from her original spot he scanned the tavern and found her a few tables down from his, he grimaced seeing the y/nat woman squirming in in her seat as she shrugged the red haired man's arm off her for what seemed to be the umpteenth time on her end.

The assassin Y/n tried move away Red would follow her and plant himself right next to her. Finally Edward had enough the next time Y/n went to find somewhere to sit the assassin nodded at a few of his crew to sit up and start walking around in a cluster effectively blocking Red's view of Y/n.

Edward took this opportunity to grab her arm and pulled Y/n into his lap and shushed her, just as his men sat back down, they sat back to chest as Edward's larger frame hid Y/n from the Red haired man who looked around the tavern confused before noticing Edward.

"Oy mate you see where that tarty bar wrench went?" Y/n felt a growl rumble in Edward's chest Next thing she knew Adéwalé​​​​​​​ had lifted her out of Edwards lap she heard Red let out a girly "Eep!" as the blond pirate suddenly grabbed him by his collar and had pinned to the counter down by the back of his neck.

"That Lady is named Y/n and she no wrench, if I see you any of your friends near her again." Edward unsheathed his hidden blade and lowered it towards the red haired man's crotch. "I will cut your instruments off and feed em' to a shark, do you understand?" 

Red went ghost white and nodded before Edward threw him of the counter. "Good. Now get out of my sight!" the blond hissed retracting his blade Red did as he was told before Edward grabbed his tankard gulped down his ale and got Y/n out of that tavern and back to the Jackdaw to help Y/n get Red's stench of her.  

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Shaun: Takes place in AC III:  before heading to the temple the Assassin's had stopped off in a very small rural town that acted as a base for the american assassin branch almost everyone in this town was an Assassin. Reader is a Civilian who got pulled into their group by accident.

They were in the laundromat/pizza parlor waiting for food and their spare clothes to dry, when Rebbeca alerted Shaun to Y/n's situation seems his girlfriend (no matter how much he denies it) has attracted a very unwanted guest, Shaun looked up from his lap top to see what Rebecca was prattling on about to see Y/n at her washing machine being hounded by a pimply faced teen who looked 16-19 years old who was getting very lewd and grabby with his unwanted flirting.

Desmond shot the British man a look and mumbled "say something to the little creep!" a Shaun lips formed a thin line as he observed them for a moment before going back to his computer seemingly not caring what was happening, Rebecca and Desmond were taken aback by this seemingly cold act  they wondered if they had it wrong and that Shaun and Y/n weren't together?

Desmond was about to go scare the guy off, when Suddenly there was a shriek Y/n's back was pressed up the machine she held her arms against her chest, her bra strap were slipping of which pretty much told her friends that the perv had unhooked and tried to pull her bra off, Desmond got up  only for Shaun to speed walk passed him with an eerily calm look on his face.

Rebecca and Desmond watched Shaun take his jacket off give it Y/n before turn to the teen who took a swing at the bespectacled assassin who dodged grabbed the boy's free arm spun him around pinned him to the wall, Shaun had the boy arm twisted painfully around his back. The blond's face was still eerily calm as he whispered something to the boy who's face contorted into horror before Shaun let him go the boy ran out of the Laundromat. 

Shaun check on Y/n  who went back her laundry and went back to Rebecca and Desmond who were gawking at the brit curiously. "What...What ya say to the little creep?" Rebecca dared to ask as Desmond went over Y/n to keep watch while awkwardly eyeing Shaun.

"I told Carmen Schultz, if he didn't back off now I was going to break into his house; 7555 Dune street , and I was going scope out his eyes with a melon-baller and then his rich parents would have to get him a eye pig to dragged his blind ass around town." 

"Why a pig?"

"He's allergic to dogs."

"...Okay, I'm going to write a reminder for D to never to hit on Y/n."

Shaun just huffed and went back to his research as William returned from the the used car-lot with their new van.

#assassin's creed x reader #Shay Cormac x Reader #shaun hastings #edward kenway #edward kenway x reader #shaun hastings x reader #Assassin's Creed Black Flag #assassin's creed rogue #Templar x reader #assassin x reader #assassin's creed scenarios #assassin's creed imagine

[assassins-and-hidden-blades]

Hey if you're comfortable writing this sort of thing, could you do reactions for the reading getting hurt really bad? For Desmond, Ezio, Shaun, Connor and Shay please? X

Anon, this be my jam *cracks knuckles* Love stuff like this lmao. I will be having a great time writing this. Though, I’m not gonna lie, I feel like it’s missing something, but I can’t think of what it is for the life of me. Hope you enjoy it!

How the Assassins react to their S/O Getting Badly Injured

Ezio

Being notorious is not very useful.

Neither is being ambushed by guards.

You’re both quickly overwhelmed, but it’s nothing you can’t handle, right?

Wrong.

You gather a bit of distance between you and your opponent, lining up for a shot, but they get there first.

A ringing shot echoes through the street.

Your body crumples to the floor before the sound dies away. 

Although Ezio notices straight away, he doesn’t allow himself to get distracted. 

He can’t afford to.

His face contorts into focused anger, because how dare they?

He deals with the threat quickly.

Before the last guard could hit the floor, he’s by your side.

The bullet is lodged in your side, and it’s agony to move. 

“Stay with me, tesoro.”

He pulls off his cape and presses it against the wound.

On the outside, he’s relatively calm; he’s learned to deal with these situations with his brain rather than his heart. 

On the inside, however, he’s probably screaming.

“Can you walk?”

You tried, but ended up heaving more weight on him than was worth it.

He picked you up swiftly, and sprinted to the closest doctor.

As they treat your wound behind closed doors, he paces. 

He can hear the thrumming of his heart in his ears, and there’s a certain anxiety squeezing it that he just can’t shake. 

He doesn’t rest until he knows that you can make it through the night. 

Connor

You were hunting with Connor when a twig snapped.

You turned, thinking it was game.

It wasn’t.

You never found out what it was, because as soon as you heard a ft, a pain began to blossom in your chest.

An arrow had pierced itself between your ribs, and you found yourself gasping laboured breaths against a tree. 

Not a man to react with words, Connor catches you before your knees give out, arms securely wrapping around you. 

He had no idea where it came from, but the threat had disappeared before he could notch his own arrow.

He breaks the wooden shaft, leaving the head inside you to prevent bleeding. 

“Don’t close your eyes, Y/N/N. Please stay awake for me.”

He’s frightened at the blood that drips from your lips as you cough. 

He holds you against him as he rides back to the Homestead, screaming for Achilles to help him as soon as he boots the door down.

He wants to help.

He needs to help.

Achilles makes it down the stairs in time for Connor to set you down on the table. 

“Achilles, what do I do?”

As he instructs, Connor gets to work.

He does everything Achilles says down to the letter.

As he treats you, he’s so focused that he doesn’t notice that his hands are shaking; furious small tremors that speak more than his words. 

Achilles notices, but doesn’t dwell on it.

There are a lot more important things to be thinking about.

Shay

“Y/N-- can you hear me?”

He watched it all happen in slow motion; the rearing, the bucking, the gunshots, the fall...

Your legs were trapped under your dead mare, and your shoulder was engulfed in a pool of crimson blood.

“Jesus...”

“I’m... okay.”

Yeah, that sounded convincing.

He managed to shift the horse off of you enough to pull you out. 

He could feel your muscles quivering, and he tried to treat the wound as best he could. 

You leaned into him, relaxing into his chest a bit too much for his liking in a situation like this. 

He ripped the fabric covering your shoulder and held a cleaner cloth around it. 

He tried to stay calm as he watched the entire cloth turn red within a few seconds.

“Aye; you’re going to be just fine.”

Don’t be fooled; he’s freaking out.

He’s reassuring himself more than you.

Shaun

(Ignore the subtitles lmao -- I just preferred Syndicate!Shaun and this one was the only one w/o Rebecca in it lmao)

All he sees is the one he loves fall to their knees.

“No, NO!”

He heaves you against him as blood leaks through your fingers. 

“Stay with me, Y/N/N, please.”

He puts pressure on the wound in the middle of your stomach. 

Your head begins to lull back, and his heart lurches. 

“Stay awake for me. Please.”

Desmond

A gunshot went off, a pain blossomed in your stomach, and agony began to spread.

“Uh, Des?” You choked on blood, collapsing.

“Oh, shit!”

This man will vault over everything in his path if it means he can get to you within five seconds.

“Y/N, Y/N, hey, hey, hey...”

His hands come to cradle your face and tap your cheek, an attempt to bring you back to reality.

He lifts your upper body into his arms; he can feel his blood running cold when he gets little to no response. 

“Please stay with me, Y/N.” 

His hand covers a growing crimson circle in the middle of your torso.

You’re still breathing, but only just.

“Can I get some help over here?!” 

His voice cracked, panic slipping through.

He can barely breathe as you continue to drift in and out of consciousness. 

“Hey, it’s gonna be okay, you hear me? You’re gonna be fine...”

He’d argue that he was talking to you to keep you calm, but the truth is that he was really saying it to calm himself down.

If he says it enough times, it’ll be true.

“Please don’t leave me, Y/N/N.”

There will be tears. 

“Shaun! Rebecca?! I need some help here now!”

He gets you out of there eventually, but he’s worried that he’s too late.

(Insert time skip here)

“Desmond, you need to get some rest. You’ve been here for days.”

“Not yet.”

“This is a hospital; nothing’s going to--”

“Not. Yet.”

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[kisstheassassins]

Hello! I wanted to tell you that I love your blog! always give the best of you! if the requests are open I wanted to ask you how Shaun, Bayek, Ezio and Jacob would react if their s/o had very small hands compared to them

Shaun:

Oh, he loves your hands.

Whenever you two hold hands he subconsciously plays with them.

Running his thumb over your knuckles, loving how soft your skin is. 

Will often put your hand up to his lips to kiss the back of them, or your knuckles.

Bayek:

Points out the obvious how small your hands are to his.

“You’ve told me this ten times today.”

“I know but THEY’RE SO SMALL.”

Loves to hold your hands.  They fit perfectly into his.

So warm.  

He likes to play with your fingers.

Ezio:

Compares them to his; calloused vs soft, rough vs smooth. Not to mention size difference? 

He loves them, and gets so amused by how they fit perfectly into his own hands. 

Multiple knuckle kisses. You lose count during the day. 

He’ll just come up to you, take your hand and kiss the back of it. 

Likes to trace all those little lines on your palms. It’s relaxing when you two are sitting together.

Jacob:

“These are perfect for picking locks you know. Just the right size and dexterity.”

Lotsa knuckle kisses.

Plays with your fingers when he’s holding your hands. 

Traces the lines on your palm a lot.

He has really sweaty hands so while his are so much bigger than yours, the only downfall to this is that your hand gets really hot and sticky if you hold onto his for too long.

#ask #asnwer #ac #assassins creed #assassins creed x reader #assassin x reader #shaun hastings x reader #shaun hastings #Ezio auditore x reader #Ezio auditore #bayekk x reader #bayek of siwa #Jacob frye #Jacob frye x reader #hc #hcs #headcanon #headcanons

[storytimefromthecreed]

Cavities

"You.”

“No, you.”

“Youuuu.” 

Shaun giggled, resting his cheek on his fist. His cheeks hurt from smiling so hard, and he lowered his voice as to not disturb the rest of the team. Was it also because he was using his baby voice with her? Absolutely. Would he admit it? Absolutely not. “How was the mission?” Their time apart was getting more difficult with each passing mission, but they’d both agreed that the work had to be done. 

“Classified.” She snarked.

Shaun rolled his eyes, his grin expanding. “Oh get off it, you.” Her response was laughter, and he sighed. If he could hear that sound for the rest of his life, he would be happy.

“Baby, I promise. I’m fine.” She said, and Shaun could imagine how her eyes would crinkle when she said that. “I’ll tell you all about it when I see you next.”

“Sometime soon, I hope.” Silence. “Nooo.” Shaun looked over his shoulder before lowering his voice and hunching his shoulders. “You’re kidding! When?”

She groaned, “It was supposed to be a surprise. How did you know?”

“Is I gave away your tell, you’d stop doing it.” Shaun mading a kissing sound, “Now, tell me everything.”

“Tomorrow night.”

“What?” His heart leapt into his throat and he felt all hot inside. Tears filled his eyes, and his voice cracked. “Tomorrow night? Where?”

“I’ll come to you.” She said, and Shaun’s heart tightened. “By the end of tomorrow, I’ll be right beside you once again.”

“Then I’ve got a give kiss waiting. Goodnight, love. I’ll see you soon. Love you.”

“Love you too. Now, hang up.”

“No,” Shaun chuckled, back to the beginning. “You.”

“No, you.”

Her giggling was cut off from a groan behind him. “Oh my god, one of you hang up or I’m doing it for you!”

“Is that Desmond?” She laughed loudly, and he could imagine how she covered her face. “Did he hear all that.”

Shaun straightened and spoke loudly, “Oh Desmond? No, he’s fine. Busy saving the world and all, you know? He’s not got time to sit around and make snarky comments all day.” 

She laughed again, and Desmond shouted, “Oh, shut up!”  

The next twenty-four hours dragged at a snail’s pace. Even sleeping was difficult. The following day, Rebecca was sweet to him and Desmond kept his annoyances to a minimum. 

“I’m getting kind of tired of the whole Animus thing.” Desmond looked over to Shaun quickly. “Uh, need to rest, you know? Maybe stretch my legs?”

Rebecca added, “That’s a good idea, Des. Baby could use some rest too.” They both looked at Shaun.

“You’re both terrible Assassins.” Shaun crossed his arms, trying to summon some annoyance and not act like this wasn’t exactly what he wanted. “If you’ve both got something to say, I suggest you say it.”

Rebecca stood and pat his shoulder. “Shut up, and learn to say thank you.”

Desmond cracked his back before raising and gave Shaun a wave. “See ya tonight.”

The night came, and Shaun cleaned up as best he could. He’d trimmed his beard, fixed his hair, and paced. “Shaun!” Rebecca put down her controller. “Dude, you’re going to burn a hole on the floor.”

“Oh, the concrete floor, hm, Rebecca?” Shaun retorted, more heated than usual. Running a hand through his hair, he added, “Unless physics have changed since the last time I checked I think-”

Shaun turned around again and Rebecca was standing behind him. Before he could react, she pulled him into a hug then released him and fixed his hair. “She’s going to be fine, Shaun. Now, go sit down before you lose it.”

Desmond moved over and offered Shaun the controller. “Maybe work on those nerves? And beat Rebecca for me?”

“Oh, Rebecca cheats.” Shaun chuckled, nerves bringing tears to his eyes. “Here, I’ll give it a try.”

The knocking made them pause. Shaun leapt from his seat, jogged to the door, and threw it open. The moment his eyes found hers, the worry, the nerves, were worth it. The bags dropped to the floor and Shaun caught her just as she leapt. Their lips clashed, interrupted by smiles and laughs. 

“You’re here!” Shaun kissed her again, wanting to never let her go. “You’re here!”

“I’m here!” She pulled back and cupped his face. Searching his face, she pulled him to her again. “God! I’m here!”

“I’m also here.” Desmond called from behind them. “Ow!”

Shaun didn’t care that Rebecca punched Desmond or that they were seeing them being lovebirds. All that mattered was that she was here, and they were together.

#shaun hastings #shaun hastings x reader #assassin's creed #assassin's creed 2 #assassin's creed brotherhood #assassin's creed 3

[legacy-queen]

Text from a hidden location

[y/n],

How are you? Seeing you yesterday after so long made me realized that I have been missing you.

Even if, I am proud to see where you’re at. Your dream job, your dream house, even your dream dog. The thing is, I know you. You were smiling, but you weren’t happy. Yes, I have learned to see past the first impressions.

So what do you think about going for a tea, tomorrow? I could come pick you up at 10? We could spend the day together!

Shaun

(As always, gif’s not mine)

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[thelifeofanassassin]

Valentines Day Week

Well I'm about to do a VERY impulsive thing. So Valentines day is coming up so why don't we do a thing. Why don't we do a Valentine's day week. I will involve NSFW (not complete smut it will be a fade to black or just something steamy; I can't write smut) and extremely fluffy fics. I will release some (maybe one) every day till Valentines day. Now here is the catch, there is a deadline for how many I will do. I will take 14 requests for this. Maybe more depending on how many I can write. That being said I would be updating more then once a day. Really its first come first serve, you must PM or send an Ask about: plot to the fic/scenario, steamy or fluffy, gender neutral reader or female, and the assassin you want. I would write for Male reader but I'm honestly horse shit at it. Please follow these very simple and easy rules:

Rules:

No yandere

Do not send me a detailed smutty request I will ignore and delete it

No poly relationships

I have the right not to accept your request if it makes me uncomfortable

That's its! Follow these rules and we won't have a problem. However I will still take valentines requests even after the 14 spots are taken. It will just take me longer to get yours out and will probably come out after valentines day. You may send me a request for more then one assassin and I'll make headcanons for them. These are the assassin's I will write for:

Assassin's

Ezio Auditore

Arno Dorian

Evie & Jacob Frye (older too)

Shaun Hastings (I know he's not but I write for him)

Desmond Miles

Altair

Kassandra

If you want to be tagged in a certain assassin's fic or in all of them, please tell me who and I'll tag you when the fic is up. Happy Valentines Week everyone!

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[marshmallow--3]

How your Assassin F/O reacts to seeing you in shorts for the first time (modern AUs):

Ezio Auditore da Firenze:

It's date night.

You match a pair of black scalloped shorts with a bold-coloured sleeveless blouse and a simple pair of heels.

His eyes are drawn to your thighs.

After calling his name repeatedly, he finally responds.

"My God, you look classy tonight."

You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and squeal inwardly.

"You don't look too bad yourself," you wink, sauntering ahead of him towards your table.

Edward Kenway:

Having just woken up, you're only wearing a vest top with a pair of cotton shorts.

You're washing a cup in the kitchen when he spies you and decides to creep up on you, giving your ass a meaty slap.

Shrieking, you turn around and swat him on the chest with a tea towel.

His lips wobble, biting back laughter.

He holds his hands up in surrender.

"Just testing your reflexes, luv."

You narrow your eyes in disbelief, which he responds to with a gesture of a cross over his heart.

"I've got my eye on you, Kenway."

Ratonhnhaké:ton:

"It's so hotttt. Why is it so hottttt."

You fan yourself with both hands, slumping onto the sofa as you wait for Ratonhnhaké:ton to be ready to leave.

You're wearing a cute pair of denim shorts with lacy daisies on the pockets and a floral camisole.

Walking into the front room, he stops dead in his tracks, visibly blushing at the sight of you.

Raising your head, your eyebrows crease at his silence.

"What's wrong?"

He gestures at your lower half.

Looking down, the penny drops.

"Oh. Do you want me to cover up?"

"No!"

Oh no, what if I sounded too forceful.

"No, I like it. Not that it matters whether I like it, but I just--"

He rambles on, causing you to rise to your feet with a chuckle, taking your hands into his and kissing him sweetly on the lips to shush him.

"Thank you."

You watch his Adam's apple bob before he manages to respond, "You're welcome."

Desmond Miles:

Having worked in a bar, Desmond has seen all sorts of skimpy outfits involving shorts.

But this is not one of them.

You're wearing a simple pair of denim shorts with a chunky black belt and one of Desmond's t-shirts tucked loosely under the belt.

He can't help smiling at how well you rock the look, unfazed by the t-shirt theft that has befallen him.

Gathering you into his arms, he peppers your crown with kisses and tells you, "fuck, you're beautiful".

Shaun Hastings:

He's a gentleman who tries to maintain eye contact, but your legs are really flaunted in the vertically-striped romper you wear.

You notice him pushing his glasses up more than usual.

"Is something wrong?"

It's probably the first time you've seen him be lost for words, he always has some sassy retort prepared.

Shaking his head, he lines his hands up at your hips and ducks his head down for an urgent yet entirely fervent kiss.

You pull away, breathless, blushing, your heart racing in your chest.

Squeezing your hips gently, he bores his eyes into yours and whispers against your lips, "I love you, Y/N."

"I-I love you too."

"Well that certainly helps."

There's that sass.

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[augmented-beauty]

Shaun Hastings x Chubby!Reader: gentle words

After years and years, here it is, a self-indulgent piece. I’ve been working on this for centuries, one word after the other, during times where not so great feelings were running around my damned mind. I’m weak for the softest, hidden side of Shaun, and here we are. That’s why I picked him centuries ago. And he also deserves more love.

Angsty feelings, comfort and soft Shaun under the cut.

This may have some sort of sequel ‘cause damn, the ending gives me some opportunities.

You can also find this on AO3. 

Words: 1339

That horrible feeling was hitting you hard, again. Sometimes you feel terribly down, thinking about every wrong thing that can pop up in your mind about you and how things are going. It was a surprise, but it still did not happen since you have joined the team, but there's a first time for everything. During those days you just close in your shell, but terribly crave for affection at the same time, and your posts or status updates let clearly understand that something is wrong with you. Usually, you just receive some messages or comments to cheer you up, but sometimes not even that. And the day goes on like this, with those voices inside your head telling you the worst things possible, tears running down your cheeks from time to time, eyes burning like hell. You don't really believe that this time will be different, you'll just stay in your room of the safe house, still working or at least trying to despite all the awful shit that is storming in your head. But you suddenly hear a knock on your door.

"Come in" you simply call out to the person on the other side with a neutral tone "Oh, hi Shaun" you greet him with a weaker smile than usual, even if you enjoy his company "Is everything ok?"

"Not exactly. I've seen your last status, you know." That's enough to make you quite nervous because you don't know how he will react to it. Should you give a bitter reply and rudely push him away to protect yourself from questions? Should you just wait for him to go on so that maybe he can properly help and cheer you up? He stares at you, waiting for a response, but receiving none of it he keeps talking "I'll be very direct. I don't like this. I don't like what you apparently think of yourself deep down that mind of yours. But what I barely can stand is the fact that you just isolate yourself like this. You practically scream for help, but then you do nothing to get over with your problem. You keep all of this inside you, and so you let those awful thoughts hurt you." You're frozen by all his concern that he burst out in just one moment, it's almost...unlike him. He sighs deeply before speaking to you again in a softer tone "Listen, I'm not asking you to vent out anything if you don't really want to, but at least let people around you try to make you feel better, once and for all eventually. Even just having a shoulder to cry on is better than keeping all inside of yourself."

"Where did all your sassiness vanished? It's pretty strange to see you all bothered like this."

"Well, I'm so sorry if I have a heart too."

"There it is" You comment, another smile on your face, still a weak one though. Despite your icy behaviour, he does not show any will to leave your room "Still sticking around me despite my moodiness?" Shaun just nods and sits next to you on your bed.

Seeing him so willing of actually making a difference in your day is heartwarming and refreshing. So much time has passed since someone genuinely worried that much for you and your mental health. You just can't push him away like this, while he's kind of opening up so much towards you, showing a rare soft side of his personality. Taking a deep breath, you decide that maybe telling him what actually bothers you could be helpful and could make things clear to him too. "It may sound horribly stupid but...I'm actually feeling so shitty because I don't like what I see when I look at myself in the mirror, that's it. I'm extremely insecure about my appearance. I mean...look at my damn thighs, or at me in general. I'm everything but similar to those pretty girls out there. They're so fit, almost skinny, and then here I am, too thick to be called pretty or beautiful." You expected him to scold you or to describe your problem like no big deal, but he patiently waits for you to speak up again "I look at the bloody reflection and feel disgusted, or something quite close to it. And then I start to think that there's nothing in me that can make up for my oh-not-so-good appearance, that even my personality is far to be wholesome, and so I end up feeling that-"

All of a sudden your voice cracks up, and you feel tears running down your face. Your hand instinctively reaches your cheek to wipe them away in a stupid attempt to hide the truth, but Shaun wraps his arms around you, hugging your sobbing form. Your surprised state lasts for barely a second, and then you just enjoy his gesture, letting yourself cry and hide against his chest.

He leaves you be for a while but then speaks up in the softest and most gentle tone possible, almost like he fears of hurting or scaring you otherwise "I know that this is a real problem, something that really makes you suffer. But let me tell you a couple of things. I don't know who hurt you so much to make you believe that those voices in your head are right, and I don't even care right now. Whoever has the blame for all of this has never appreciated you as much as you deserve. You're an awesome person, (y/n), and you deserve every good thing possible. I really mean it, that's not just some random talk to hush you for a while. There's nothing wrong with your thighs and your appearance, and they'll never affect you anyway, at least if the person in front of you is not an asshole. Please, I beg you, don't let your demons blind you, don't give them the chance to deprive you of affection or good memories. If you want to change something do it for yourself, not for others, it's not like everybody can like a person anyway. We're all too different, such a thing could never happen." His words seem to trigger something deep within yourself. They were so genuine that you could actually believe them. "I'm not saying that nobody likes you, of course, I wanted to give exactly the opposite message." He sounds more nervous now, almost like he's fearing that you misunderstood him, and his behaviour makes you smile "What I wanted to say is that even if someone does not like you that's no big deal, it's not like there's something wrong with you. You're beautiful just as you are."

"I get the message, Shaun." you simply reply with a soft laugh "Thank you, I'm feeling a bit better now. Can't say that I feel like nothing happened at all but...thank you."

He's still holding you gently as you say so. Usually, you would joke about it, maybe even sass him, but you just can't right now. His hug feels good, and his genuine affection just melts your heart like ice melts in the sun. It all gives you the warmest feeling in your chest. Maybe you both needed this. He'll never admit it, but your words triggered something in his mind. Maybe he's even familiar with those awful feelings that hit you here and there. Maybe he perfectly knows how it all feels. But it's not important now, he's there for you, and it's the only thing that matters. He opened up a bit just to make you feel better, to let you know and remember that you matter, that nothing's wrong with you, with who you are and with how you look. He's not gonna let go until you say you've had enough. It's not going to happen soon, but he's fine with it. Shaun Hastings may be sassy, but he cares, and there's no way he's going to let people down. And you've just learned this in the most beautiful way.

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[elsdaydreams]

“Stay there I’m coming to get you.” For Shaun Hastings, and maybe with neutral pronouns if you’d be willing? Thank you!

83. “Stay there, I’m coming to get you.”

Sorry this took forever, hope you enjoy! Also I think I kept it neutral, but if I didn’t I apologize!

When you had committed yourself to the brotherhood, you knew that when the time had come for your last moments on earth, there was no one that could save you. You knew that you couldn’t call the police, you knew you couldn’t expect your brothers to come be your knights in shining armor (assassins cloaked in darkness? lmao). Within the ever dwindling numbers in rank due to the persistent forces of the Templars, you recognized that lives couldn’t be spared for one person. You knew that when you signed up for this suicide mission, but when you were standing there alone, no one by your side, you couldn’t help but wish it was the opposite. Both Rebecca and Shaun were in your ear freaking out because there were more Templars coming up into the building, on top of the thirty to one ratio on the floor you were already in. It’s not that you weren’t capable, but they knew. Someone amongst your brotherhood must’ve known. That, or it was all a set up and your informant betrayed you. Naturally, as you were coming to these conclusions, Rebecca and Shaun were too. And, fuck, you were getting tired.

“Stay there, I’m coming to get you.” Shaun’s voice sounded so unsure, yet steady. He was right, there’s no way you could do this alone. Which meant there was only one outcome. Which really, really sucked.

You laughed breathily, “like hell you are Hastings. Stay put.”

“In sixty seconds twenty more of them are coming in,” Becca’s voice broke through. “They’re coming from the left wing stairs.”

You nodded your head, ducking behind a desk while they tried to formulate a plan. “Isn’t there construction on the left wing,” you asked.

A curt yes from Shaun was the reply. You moved as quietly from the right side of the floor, your blade ready to take down anyone in your way. If you could just make it to where the scaffolding started, you might have a semblance of a chance.

“Thirty seconds,” Shaun’s voice reminded. You tried to ignore how shaky it was. You were starting to run out of desks to hide behind as you got nearer to the left wing door.

“Ten seconds,” Rebecca whispered. “There’s no one on the floor yet, go now.”

You slammed the door open and ran towards the scaffolding. You were cutting it close on time, you could hear their footsteps make their way up the stairs. There was no time at all and you could feel death lurking. You prayed that it wasn’t yours. The first Templar made his way up the stairs, his gun pointed at you just as you made the halfway point to where the scaffolding began. With the momentum you had from running, you dropped to the floor and slid towards the edge of the building - just barely missing a bullet shot from the bastards gun. An intake of breath filled your ear as you gripped the pole of the scaffold, then the edge of the floor as you threw yourself down to the floor.

“Holy shit,” you breathed. Relieved laughs filled your ear now as they both released the breaths they were holding. You quickly made work of getting to the next lower floor. “Is there any way I could get a getaway car?”

“We’re already on the way,” Shaun assured.

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[reddeaddamnation]

Imagine: Having a big guard dog that doesn’t like your assassin boyfriend

Altair ibn la’Ahad

For the past fifteen minutes, your dog and Altair have been glaring daggers at each other, just waiting for the other to make a wrong step. The tension was so intense, you were almost confused how it could exist between a human and dog. “Altair, it’s just a dog...” you sighed. He ignored your statement and, without moving his eyes away from the dog, poked your side. The moment he did that, your dog started barking rabidly and straining on its leash to get at him.

Malik al-Sayf

“Malik, please...“ you pleaded, holding your dog’s leash, trying desperately to bring them closer to each other, but neither of them were going to have it that way. Your dog was growling at him and pulling back, while Malik was glaring down at it “No! He hates me, I hate him! Let’s not ruin such good relations!”

Ezio Auditore da Firenze

“Now let’s settle this once and for all.“ he spoke to your dog “Man.“ he pointed at himself “To dog.“ he pointed at it. You sighed, facepalming “Ezio, are you serious right now?“ you asked, irritated. The dog just snarled at him, getting into an attack stance.

Connor Kenway / Ratonhnhaké:ton

At first, both him and your dog were just glaring at each other until you explained that that’s not a way to bond with it. He seemed to think it over, because in the next few days he tried his best to gain your dog’s trust by giving it treats, trying to stroke its head and even bears the attempts to attack him.

Haytham Kenway

“The dog stays outside if it won’t behave.“ he told you with a dead serious tone and face. “But Haytham...“ you tried to protest, but he didn’t let you. “That is my final word.“ In truth, he was just kind of afraid of it, because ever since they first saw each other, it was glaring at him harshly.

Edward Kenway

“Listen, lass, it’s nothing personal, but I don’t want that dog around with us when we go on dates, alright?“ he reasoned. “But Edward...“ you were ready to bargain with him with whatever you got, but he was stern. He didn’t say it, but one time when you were at a tavern together, the dog sneaked under the table and if he didn’t notice in time, Edward could have been forced to say goodbye to his pride.

Shay Patrick Cormac

Being a hunter, he knows how to treat and bond with animals and even though your dog didn’t like him at first, they quickly became fast friends and now you even get jealous that when your dog sees Shay, it runs to him and basically forgets about you.

Arno Victor Dorian

“Arno, if you just tried-“ you started, but he cut you off. “How many times must I tell you that I DID TRY!“ And he proceeded with reminding you all the times your dog nearly bit his hand off when he tried to give it a treat or pet its head.

Elise de la Serre

You expected their first meeting to go horribly wrong, because every time you introduced your dog to a friend of yours, it never ended well. Though, when Elise extended her hand to let your dog sniff it, the dog looked up at her curiously and never left her alone for the rest of the time you were together.

Pierre Bellec

You never bothered to introduce them to one another, because the minute you told Pierre you have a dog, he expressly told you he isn’t a dog person. “You could have gotten a cat, dear, why would you need a dog?” he asked before proceeding to explain all the pros about having a cat.

Jacob Frye

“Alright, beast.“ Jacob pointed to your dog “It’s time we finally settle this once and for all.“ he stepped right in front of it at an arm’s reach “Who will have her heart for good.“ You mentally facepalmed “Jacob...“ you started but he cut you off “Only one of us will get out of this alive so I expect a fair battle from your side. But be warned, I am-“ He continued ranting with your dog just glaring at him. Eventually it had enough of listening to him and barked, stepping closer to him. Jacob let out a quiet squeak and almost jumped up on the roof of a carriage.

Evie Frye

“How bad can he be?“ Evie scoffed, extending her hand towards your dog. “Evie, stop...he might...“ you tried to warn her, but it was too late. Your dog moved closer to her and sniffed her hand and you closed your eyes, not daring to watch. Nothing happened though and when you opened your eyes, Evie was gently petting your dog’s head and it meekly had its head on her lap.

Desmond Miles

“Desmond, are you sure?“ you asked, bringing your dog over to him. He just scoffed proudly “Oh, please. I’ve always been a dog person. In high school they used to call me the dog whisperer.“ He moved closer to your glaring dog and started petting its head. “See, he isn’t that-“ suddenly he was cut off by your dog growling loudly and twisted its head to bite him. If he didn’t move his hand in time, surely it was a goner. “We will get to know each other. We have plenty of time.“ he narrowed his eyes down at your dog, rubbing his hand.

Clay Kaczmarek

“Hey, you.“ he called out at your dog with a sly smirk on his face, and the animal strangely understood him, because it turned around and growled at him. You knew what was coming and just sighed, rolling your eyes. Clay wrapped his arm around your waist affectionately and kissed your cheek, his lips lingering there. Your dog started maliciously barking and snarling at him, tugging at the chain you had it on, because you knew it was going to eat Clay alive if it ever broke free.

Daniel Cross

You ran to your room as fast as you could. You forgot to tell Daniel that your dog was in there and for his luck, he was headed right that way. And as a matter of fact, the man and beast didn’t like each other one bit. You were afraid of what you might see when you open your door. One of them was going to fall, you were certain of it. When you reached your door, though, no sign of a fight could be heard from outside and you wondered if everything had ended quickly. You closed your eyes and swung the door open, ready for everything that would greet you from inside. Well...almost everything, because when you opened your eyes, you were greeted by Daniel petting your dog, which was half asleep with its head on his on his lap and he was murmuring affectionately to it.

Shaun Hastings

“Look, if you just TRIED to befriend him...“ you bargained, but Shaun harshly cut you off “No, I am not a dog person and not an animal person overall. Animals are messy and what little buggers they can be.“

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[emzysimagines]

Being Shaun Hastings' girlfriend would include..

Request - Hey I wanted to ask if you could do a "being Shaun Hastings' girlfriend would include"? If you're interested of course.

Warnings - Slightly, triggering content. A few curse words and/or insults are in here.

A/N - I'm back, guys! Sorry for the wait!

Being sixteen's Lucy, minus the traitor part.

Having been taken by Abstergo since a very young age.

Being convinced by Abstergo that they totally work on human subjects for pure science.

Abstergo convincing you that Templars desire order.

Them leaving out how they want to enforce order.

a.k.a via slavery.

Slowly becoming sixteen's friend.

Him telling you and explaining to you what he sees - how he feels.

Having doubts about Abstergo.

Watching him fade.

Sixteen leaving you evidence and clues to trace.

Him knowing you were smart enough to go with tiny clues and hack past great firewalls.

Finding all, which he had seen.

Finding a video, which he had recorded for you.

The video is the last one of the glitches in AC II.

"I see myself as a Templar raping women, killing people and getting killed myself as an Assassin. I don't know who I am anymore. I'm tired."

"Run, (Y/N)."

Feeling scared to act, once you realize the Templars' true desires and realize what's right.

Going to the assassins after seeing all the data, Abstergo had, and all the data, they didn't have.

Lucy finding you.

Lucy introducing you to her little team - Shaun and Rebecca.

Staying in their secret hideout, as you didn't have anyone or anywhere and tech was your life.

Shaun being his snarky self.

Biting back at him whenever he decides to bitch about you.

Being Rebecca's favourite girl.

Your mind being like Rebecca's and Shaun's combined.

Being a strategist and having a deep look about everything.

Hacking into any computer, you predict Abstergo will use, before they even fully move into that headquarter.

Being so friendly to Desmond.

Him reminding you so much of Sixteen.

Always correcting Shaun's theories.

"What do you think happened? Of course, he never went back to the Villa. There was no way he would've ever gone back! He was attacked, his uncle was killed - only trauma waited for him."

"But his legacy waited for him. It was his home. It was where he had learned the ways of an Assassin. I think he definitely went back."

Shaun being annoyed by how you always bite back.

But impressed and a little turned on when your points and theories are proven.

Avoiding Desmond as best as you can.

Being emotional about going to Villa di Auditore, as you have seen Ezio's memories through Sixteen's eyes.

Shaun noticing your trauma.

Your hands trembling when you stand in front of the statue of Amunet, as you had always found her interesting when Sixteen told you of her.

Shaun grabbing one of your hand and giving you a small nudge.

Looking at him in disbelief at his actions.

"Don't look at me like that."

Shaun being your rock.

Him accidentally confessing that he's in love with you during one of his bitching fits at Desmond.

"It's, absolutely ridiculous! Because, you know what?! I'm in love with you!"

"What?"

"I love everything about you. You're smart and how you always seem to look ahead is brilliant. And don't even get me started on how you always outfoxing me with your little vixen theories. Though, I didn't think someone can do that, it's so hot."

Him being so embarrassed after he's done.

Taking off his glasses as his cheeks redden.

"Oh, dear..."

Grabbing his face and kissing him instead.

Part.2 coming up soooooon!

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[harveywritings92]

You fall asleep on them/ They fall asleep on you 2: Arno, Jacob, Shaun

Older!Jacob Frye: The two decided to get away from the city for awhile, away from all the noise, kids and interruptions, Jacob was sitting by the dock early evening watching the water, enjoying smiling to himself recalling how the two of you did more then just swim in this lake not even an hour ago, a few younger women noticed him sitting alone and were making their way towards him.

When you quietly sat down next to him wearing his jacket, you spied the girls watching on enviously before scampering back to where ever they came from. "You did this on purpose didn't you?" he hummed pulling you close enjoying the smell of bonfires in the night air and the sight of you in his clothes. "Maybe..." you cooed slowly drifting to sleep as Jacob hummed giving you a kissing your hair... "Sleep well love."     

How he fell asleep on you Younger! Jacob:  Evie had been working Jacob to exhaustion, you know this because he would go to visit you to vent about it, unfortunately during one of his visits it started to rain and the two of you were far from your house! the only shelter in the park was a small guard booth luckily it had no door! downside? it was only big enough for one person.

You were about to suggest finding a tree or Gazebo so one of you wouldn't have to stay outside. But Jacob already had an idea... He went inside sat down and opened his arms up to you. He wanted you to sit in his lap!? You were reluctant at first until a rumble of thunder cause you jump and stumble into his arms!

"There we go, was that so hard?" He hummed in you ear your face felt hot as the sound of the rain mixed in with Jacob's heartbeat as he let you get used to being so close to him, before gesturing to move over into a more comfortable position.

 you sat back to his chest while his arms rested comfortably around your waist, as the two of you small talked it wasn't before long you noticed Jacob's voice was getting huskier with fatigue, poor guy, his sister's been really stressing him out with the Templars and POE hunt.

 You felt his head snuggle into you shoulder as Jacob soft breath blew against you neck wasn't before long that you followed after him. Evie and Henry found the two of them hours later.

the female Frye was not happy and was ready to tear Jacob a new one! but Henry got her to lay off, reminding her that she and her twin are human and everyone needs a break or else they'll break... Needless to say Evie was a little more lenient with her brother from now on. 

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Arno: He was sober for once when you came to bring him food, You sat down next sliding a basket to him. "It's Onion soup and some croissants and apple sauce." Arno muttered a thank-you knowing you would get trouble visiting him, he about to open the basket then noticed you were soaked!

He hadn't bothered to look outside, but he did now; and saw it was raining heavily out there! "You walked all the way over here in that?!" he demanded bewildered you nodded while trying not to shiver not really understanding why he was upset for.

"Merde.." Arno hissed as he brought his hand to your neck and was alarmed at how cold you were! He grabbed some of the damaged furniture and started breaking and tossing pieces in the fireplace and lit it up. 

"Stay there" he disappeared into his old room finding a blanket and rope from his clothesline and returned to the room he left you in, and without hesitation he said "Take off your clothes." You gawked at Arno unsure if you heard him right? "I-I sorry w-what?" you stammered watch him set up the rope near the fireplace. "I said take off your clothes." he repeated again not looking at her. "Unless you want me to do it for you?" he said briefly glancing over his shoulder.

Your face felt hot but did as you were told, he saw your shirt tossed at his feet, he hung that up after few moments the rest of your clothes followed. then a blanket was tossed your way, Your wrapped that around yourself as Arno finally turned around and sat down before gesturing for you to sit down next to him, you were hesitant to do so unsure if Arno had ulterior motive.

"I'm not going to do anything Y/n, you should now that by now." You frowned that was true... even when he was drunk he never really noticed or tried anything on you, that made your situation a hell of a lot more awkward considering you've had feelings for Arno for quite a while, but all he ever thought about was Elise.

You sighed sitting down next him pulling your knees to you chest a after a while the two of you started talking nothing of interest just how life been going since monsieur De La Serre's death You were working as Nanny for a some noble family, apparently the oldest son is around Arno's age. "He interested in me you know?" You don't know why you were telling him this it won't change anything...

"I see... Is he good to you?" was all Arno said making your stomach knot up. "I wouldn't know, I haven't given him an answer." You hummed leaning against him feeling tired drifting of the sleep, unbeknownst to you. Arno's heart felt like it took an acid bath hearing that someone was interested in you, and what pissed him off ever more was... he couldn't understand why?        

How he fell asleep on you; After dead kings: It was years since you'd last seen Arno you knew Elise has passed you put flowers on her grave when you can... So, it turns out that noble you told him about? was in it for the thrill and not love like you had forced yourself to believe, once he got what he wanted he tossed you aside when his family dismissed you, You managed to get a job at a tailors as a delivery girl. the pay was decent but not really enough to keep a roof over your head.

So you spent your nights dressed as a man to keep safe. So imagine your surprise one night falling asleep in a freezing alley and waking up in a warm bed in a nice apartment with someone's arms around you! You tensed up and rolled over to see Arno? let's just say he had a lot explaining to do when he woke up!   

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Shaun: he was working on his computer late at night when you brought him coffee, he mumbled at curt thank-you and went back to checking archives and document for any locations or connections to a piece of Eden, when he felt a weight on his back, Shaun looked behind and rolled his eyes, of course you'd fall asleep like a movie cliche... 

He sighed loudly and went back to work, that was until Rebecca tried to wake you up. "Don't." he barked causing the hacker to cock a brow at him. "Is that protective aggression I hear Shaun?" the blond assassin's snorted. "What? pfft, No!" he chortled "It's just... the more Y/n sleeps, the less I have to hear her annoying voice." Shaun hissed awkwardly glancing behind him making sure they hadn't woken you. "uh-huh, Right...She likes [fave candy] by the way" Rebecca smirked returning to her station.         

How he fell asleep on you:  Caffeine and whiskey plan and simple, he been up almost four days after ...Desmond. Shaun isn’t really outward with his feelings, tends to put them aside so they don't get in the way of the mission, but mission be damned! Loosing Lucy and finding out she was a traitor was one thing, But Desmond? as much as Shaun hated to admit it your brother was a good friend... possibly the closest thing Shaun's had to best friend in while, even if it was a short run!

He'd actually admitted that to you while drunk he'd stumbled into your room at the safe house, with what you though was thermos full of coffee, until you got a whiff of his breath and smelled the whiskey mixed with the coffee. After he unloaded all that emotional baggage he threw up in your trash can and passed out on your lap! leaving you process everything he said... hopefully he remembers this in the morning, might just help the both of you get closure.        

#assassin's creed x reader #assassin's creed syndicate #assassin's creed unity #shaun hastings #arno dorian #40yr old! Jacob Frye #Jacob Frye #Shaun Hastings x Reader #arno dorian x reader #jacob frye x reader

[gryffinpuffofrivendell]

I’m thinking about uploading my Shaun oneshot I wrote over 2 years ago and never had the courage to show anybody. But I read it over once more and I would really like some feedback because it’s my first English oneshot I’ve ever written. In case someone from the AC fandom is here, would anyone be interested?

#I'm still so scared #English means a lot to me #I don't want to fail on this #but I'm also curious what people think #and honestly it's so cheesy this oneshot #but i kinda like it? #i don't know #ac #assassin's creed #shaun #shaun hastings #oneshot #personal #own post #my writing #shaun hastings x reader #shaun x reader #fluff #reader insert

[kisstheassassins]

How would Shaun, Clay, Desmond and Connor feel about having an outgoing s/o who dances?

Shaun

You are adorable.

But if you can, save the dancing for at home. He’s shy when it comes to such activity.

If you can’t contain yourself however, he’ll simply sit back and watch you, smiling and chuckling. You’re too cute.

And watching you at home he can’t stop watching. He might even join you, nothing too drastic though. A few spins and dips, a couple kisses in between.

Clay 

Probably taking pictures of you when you’re too busy doing your stuff.

Maybe even a few vids.

You’re too cute. 

He might not get down in public like you do but he will twirl you and maybe do a little subtle jig but that’s it.

At home though, honestly it’s like he’s holding it in. He does the ‘dad’ dance, where nothing he does makes sense and he acts like an idiot.

You two have a great time though. 

Desmond

He’s the one to encourage the dancing honestly. 

He might just turn music on out of nowhere and you immediately boogie.

Def takes vids.

Desmond might not take to dancing but he sure as hell loves watching you.

Gets really shy if you ask him to dance with you, so don’t get upset if he refuses

Connor

He loves that you’re having a good time but, it does make him shy.

Connor isn’t really outgoing as you are, and he doesn’t wanna stop you from doing what you love but, if you can try to save the dancing for at home.

Like Desmond if you ask him to dance; 1. he doesn’t know how; 2. He’s a shy boi. So again, please don’t get upset if he refuses.

You are very adorable though to watch. Seeing you happy makes him happy.

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[assassins-writing]

Request: Numbers 5. “I think I’m in love with you.” and 14. “Can I kiss you?” from the list, with Shaun Hastings <3

Pairings: Shaun Hastings x Reader

Note: This was supposed to go up yesterday :’) Sorry, guys! I didn’t have time to write yesterday, so it’s on me ❤ Anyway... I missed Shaun quite a bit. To the requester: I hope you like this!

“I think I’m in love with you.” Y/N said confidently, Shaun looking at her with one eyebrow raised.

“Oh, is this a joke? Did Desmond put you up to this? Because it’s right up his alley.” Shaun replied, looking away from his computer and at Y/N. She stood in front of him, arms crossing over her chest once Shaun answered her, eyebrow quirked up at him.

“You also say ‘I think’, so that means you’re joking. You’ve got to be joking, right?”

“Shaun.” Y/N said, eyes slightly narrowed at the man standing just in front of her. The serious tone in her voice made Shaun’s own eye widen as he looked at her, clearing his throat audibly before deciding to speak again.

“You’re… You’re serious.” Shaun then said, closing the gap between him and Y/N.

“Yes, I’m serious, Shaun. You think I’m joking about feelings? I don’t joke about feelings.” Y/N said, hands on her hips as a smirk pulled at the corners of her mouth, Shaun laughing quietly.

“That sarcasm makes me doubt you now… Sarcasm is my thing, you know! But, back to what you were saying- no, you’ve never been one to joke about feelings… Even when Desmond is crabby after being in the animus.” Shaun then said, Y/N nodding as she stepped even closer to Shaun, who only smiled at her.

A moment later, Shaun’s hands came to rest on Y/N’s forearms, the simple touch making Y/N’s cheeks flush pink.

“Now I know you’re not joking- You’re blushing! That’s adorable.” Shaun said, laughing when Y/N went to push him away. “No! I’m just joking.”

Shaun’s voice quickly changed to be more quiet and bordered on soothing now, no hints of sarcasm or teasing evident at all.

Y/N opened her mouth to say something, quickly closing it before one of her hands came to rest on the side of Shaun’s face, thumb just underneath his eye.

“Have a question?”

“I do.” Y/N said, stepping even closer to Shaun. “Can I kiss you?”

Shaun smiled before nodding, leaning down just slightly so Y/N wouldn’t have to get up on her tiptoes to kiss him. Y/N was the next to smile, pressing her lips softly against Shaun’s.

The kiss was soft, surprisingly sweet- and too short. As soon as Shaun placed his hand on the back of Y/N’s head, she pulled slightly away from him. Shaun made a noise that sounded like a whine, his eyes opening to look at Y/N.

“Now, things were going so well, and you end it like that? Y/N, I-”

“Shaun, shut up.” Y/N said, quickly bringing her other hand up to rest on the other side of Shaun’s face, only so she could press their lips together once more.

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